#you don't have to look at them if you don't wanna play

[ashwhowrites]

hi!! can I request stevie boy loving to suck on the readers boobs while they make up? 🫣🤭

You definitely can. My brain went in three directions with this because I couldn't tell if you meant makeup as in a fight, makeup as in doing makeup, or a type and meant wake up. So I went with the first one. It's a short blurb.

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting🫶🏻

Sucker

"Steve, I'm sorry," Y/N said, but the boy still cried as he kept his head down. "Come here," she cooed, he crawled into her arms and allowed her to hug him. The couple sat on the bed as they embraced.

"I'm sorry for crying. I know I'm sensitive." Steve apologized against her chest.

"Shh, you don't have to be sorry. I'm sorry for being insensitive and hurting your feelings. "What can I do to make you feel better?" She asked

Steve felt his cheeks burn as he thought about it. He was embarrassed to ask, but he had something in mind. And it had been in his mind since their first date.

Steve was a boob guy and he will be one until the day he dies. To him, they had so much purpose and looked great in everything.

He liked to use them as a pillow when they cuddled. He melted into her with the way she played through his hair.

He liked to feel them against his chest as they hugged.

He loved seeing them in her outfits, hidden or out on display.

He loved the way they bounced in his face as she rode him.

He loved feeling them in his hands when he ate her out. He loved how sensitive her nipples were to his touch. He sucked on them slightly during sex and played with them with his teeth.

But he hasn't done what he's been craving to do

"Steve?" she asked, leaning back as she looked at him

"I don't know...I'm scared to ask," he admitted

Y/N sighed and pulled back. She let go of his body but grabbed his hand. "It's okay. Just tell me. I'm your girlfriend, I'd never judge you."

Steve took a deep breath and looked into her eyes, then down to her chest. She wore a loose shirt and he could see her hard nipples looking back at him. He looked back at her face and blushed.

"I um...I think I know what will help me feel better," he said shyly, "can you take your shirt off?"

She bit back a laugh, "You wanna see my boobs?" A small chuckle escaped as she took off her shirt. He beamed with happiness when they came into his view. His hands already reaching forward to cup them.

"I love your boobs," he complimented, squeezing the flesh. "Can I...maybe suck on them?"He shyly looked at her, his hands still massaging her breasts.

Y/N was silent for a minute. She wasn't sure what to say, the question went in a direction she didn't expect. But she'd do anything to make her boy happy.

"Of course, do you want me to like lie down?" She asked

Steve looked at her shocked. The way she just agreed and asked how he wanted to do it made his heart melt.

"Um yeah, maybe like the way we cuddle? Where you play with my hair?" He whispered as he grew more shy under her watchful eyes.

"Yes, pretty boy," she said, she leaned over and pecked his lips, his hand moved away from her chest as he cupped her face and kissed her back.

She pulled back with a smile. She moved down on the bed and rested her back against the mattress. Steve took off his shirt, joining hers on the floor.

He crawled on top of her and placed his head on her chest, his legs tangled with hers. He lazily wrapped his lips around her left nipple, swirling it with his tongue before he began to softly suck.

He moaned in delight as her hands ran through his hair. He sucked gently and it made Y/N more relaxed than she thought it would.

His eyes were closed as he felt himself calming down. He popped off her left nipple with a pop. Then he wrapped his lips around her right one and began to suck.

He switched back and forth until his eyes grew heavy. Her fingers were in his hair as his sucking slowly came to a stop, but his lips were still wrapped around her.

She smiled to herself as he fell asleep. She continued to play with his hair as she closed her eyes. Time ticked until she fell asleep beside him.

#steve harrington fluff #steve stranger things #steve harrignton #steve harrington fluff x reader #steve Harrington x reader #steve Harrington x female reader #steve Harrington fluff x female reader #ashwhowrites #steve harrington requests

[unluckilyimnot]

may I request a kiss and run with BLLK boys?? And their reaction (Specifically rin, bcz I ❤ him) but you can add anyone you'd like.

Like imagine reader coming up to them kissing them and then runs away! 🤭🤭

I wanna know their reaction.

Kiss and run - rin, isagi, chigiri, bachira, sae, hiori

m.list | rules 

Note : hiiii thank you for your request ! It's so cute I love it. I had a few more. I was inspired !

Rin 

He could be working or speaking to someone over the phone when your lips touched his cheek sweetly

And before he can acknowledge your presence - you're already gone

Leaving him with a blank face for a second, not answering anymore on the phone

Simply remembering the lingering feeling of your lips before a small blush comes across his face

He mutters something as a stupid excuse while looking for you from where he is

Kinda waiting for you go come back so he can capture you in his arms, letting you know how fast his heart is beating rn

Isagi

It's an habits of yours, kissing him from nowhere before leaving

He's always surprised tho and can't help but gasp at your lips crushing on his cheek

He tends to snap back to see you running away while giggling to yourself and he can't help but sighs

He started to try to catches you be he rarely succeed

"You're just so cute Yoichi, I like to mess with you"

Now that he thinks of it, yes he always blush at your little masquerade

He likes it more than he thinks

Chigiri

It's something you usually do but he's always caught off guard

Like you can help him with his hair and when you're done, you lay a kiss and his cheek and leave

He always snap back at you with a small blush, touching his cheek on a dramatic way

As if it was the first time you kissed him

His hair fly away, adding to the dramatic move

He may scream you to come back so he can kiss you too

Sometimes you do

Bachira

I think it's kind of a game between you two

The second he feels you leaving in a rush after kissing him, he started to hunt you down the place

It doesn't matter who's around, he wants to kiss you back !

He doesn't like it when you leave like this but it still amused you so he doesn't mind much

He surely end up jumping on you and leave kisses on your face

Sae

It doesn't matter how hard he tries to wake you up, you always end up late

So it's never a surprise when you skip your breakfast even if he hates it

When he hears you running down the stairs, already telling him how sorry you are, you have to go

He hands you your keys and turn slightly his face to you without even look

"Yeah I know, text me when you're there"

A kiss lays on his cheek and the second after, the door is shut down

And a soft giggle can be hear in the now peaceful place

Hiori

He plays a lot during his free time, not that it bothers you

Doing your own thing in the same room is enough for you

But from time to time you like to kiss him before leaving the room

You don't necessarily rush outside

But the reaction span is too large for him to catch you

So he generally just screams a sweet "(I) love you!" To be sure you can hear him 

#blue lock x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock headcanons #blue lock hc #bllk hcs #bllk imagines #bllk x reader #bllk headcanons #bllk #rin x reader #sae headcanons #sae x reader #rin imagines #chigiri x reader #chigiri imagines #hiori yo x reader #hiori x reader #hiori fluff #isagi x reader #isagi fluff #isagi headcanons #bachira x reader #bachira imagines #bachira fluff

[vivwritesfics]

I can’t stop thinking about just the tip jake 😭😭 any chance we can get cockwarming with them? 👉👈

No bc this is so Jake and Bug

Warnings: smut! p in v! cockwarming (duh)

Jake And Bug

She climbed onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Trouble," Jake said with his hands on her hip.

He looked at her, looked at the expression on her face. She wanted something, that much was clear. Jake squeezed her hips and dragged her closer. "What do you want?" He asked, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

He could feel her fingers, playing with the hair at the back of his head, sending a shiver down his spin. "Want you," she said and blinked up at him, all doe eyed and sweet.

And how could Jake deny her? He freed himself from his jeans and helped her out of her underwear. She made quick work of sinking down onto his cock, content sigh leaving her lips.

"You gonna ride me, bug?" Jake asked, gently moving her.

But then she shook her head and he stopped. "Just want you inside me," she said and leaned forward, resting her head against his chest.

Now Jake had girlfriends in the past. He was in his mid thirties, of course he had. But nothing like this. He'd never had a girl that just wanted to be near him like this. "Holy shit, Bug," he whispered, arms wrapping around her as he held her close.

He could hardly breathe as she snuggled against him. She looked so fucking sweet, laying there with her hand on his chest. So sweet, but his cock was nestled inside of her.

"Jake," she whispered as she touched his cheek, felt the stubble there.

He took her hand and kissed it. "Yeah, Bug?" He asked, adjusting himself in his seat. She involuntarily bounced at that, and Jake let out a groan. Fuck, if she kept up with that he was gonna have her bent over the back of the couch.

"D'you think we could go out on a proper date?"

Jake hadn't been expecting that, not in the slightest. But, now that her dad knew, why couldn't they go on a proper date? Why couldn't he take her out to a nice dinner, pay for her to get whatever she wanted while she sat there looking pretty?

"If you wanna go on a proper date, Bug, I'll take you on a proper date," he said and kissed the top of her head. "But, you don't have any other family remembers who are gonna want to kill me, do you?"

She hummed, coy smile on her lips. "No, just my dad," she said and lifted herself up to kiss him, hips rolling slightly. "Oh, and Rooster."

A groan left Jakes lips. "Baby, please don't say that name while you're ridin' me like this."

She said it again, a laugh leaving her lips.

But that laugh soon stopped when Jake thrust his own hips up, taking control of the situation.

But she had no complaints.

TGM Taglist (OPEN): @daggersquadphantom

@mp0625

Jake and Bug: @littlebear423

#jake seresin #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin fluff #jake seresin smut #jakes seresin x reader smut #jake seresin x you #hangman #hangman imagine #hangman x reader #hangman fluff #hangman smut #hangman x reader smut #hangman x you #top gun #top gun maverick #tgm #top gun imagine #top gun fanfiction #jake hangman seresin #top gun hangman

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

Hey covey so I had a idea that been in my head in a while so imagine this Percy x Neptune reader (platonic of course) going to a water park

Imagine all the chaos they’ll creat

Any way take your time and write it how you like

Ps take care of yourself 🤍

✮⋆˙ wanna play mermaids with me? - platonic! percy jackson x daughter of neptune! reader blurb

𝜗𝜚 content…platonic! percy jackson x daughter of neptune! reader blurb 𝜗𝜚 warning…none! 𝜗𝜚 letters from the author…silly little water siblings.

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it only takes six words to doom the world. or, at least, middle class families trying to find a way to beat the heat.

"wanna go to the waterpark?"

sending two children of a sea god to a waterpark is like placing a colchis bull in a china shop. it's only gonna end one way - messy.

to ensure a fun trip for them (and legit no one else) they both shook on the fact that they would treat this like a comedy skit. a sibling couldn't pass up on a dare all in the name of the bit.

it started out as harmless pranks, truly! water bottles bursting, er, from 'the heat.' wake pool seemingly knocking that creepy guy into the water without reason. one of those timed waterfalls just happening to dump on someone woman screaming to get a discount for gods know what.

but, as the day went on, the pranks got more extravagant. like, for example, see who can panic the lifeguards the most without them blowing the whistle. who's willing to belly flop into the water from the highest diver board (that one earned you an additional ten bucks from percy). how many people can you attack with one water fountain, stuff like that.

eventually, you two started getting glares from the staff, which lead to the two of you slinking off and away from the pools.

"hey, wanna get some ice cream? it's on me," you offered, holding up the ten dollar bill that had previously been his with a cheeky smirk. percy simply rolled his eyes but marched straight to the snack stand.

"you know? i had a lot of fun today," you told percy in between licks of your ice cream, glancing over at him. he smiled softly before bumping his shoulder with yours.

"me too. best waterpark buddy a guy could ask for."

"better than grover and annabeth?" you pushed with that mischievous look that only children of a sea god have mastered.

"don't get ahead of yourself, kiddo."

"hey, at least this one isn't the make out spot of cheating gods!"

"touché."

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #hoo #pjo fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson fanfiction #percy jackson fandom #perseus jackson #perseus jackson x reader #pjo hoo toa #toa #heroes of olympus #perseus jackson fanfic

[beomnoullistheorem]

INTO YOU

*꒰ 뭐 ꒱ stranger-who-fucked-you-thrice!Kai × afab!Reader

*꒰ 뭐 ꒱ Appetizer — Non-idol AU: Kai is too much into you, sexually and soulfully. Even after thrice the times he fucked you, he doesn't wanna end this. It's like he wants to keep you, but how? He wants you more and more the times he's with you, will he ask you out?

*꒰ 뭐 ꒱ Disclaimer — This is PURE FICTION : Nothing in this work aligns with the idols' character, moral and their real life. The characters are all legal adults ( 18+ ) and everything happening around & to them is entirely consensual. Readers are humbly advised to read the Contains and Disclaimer before they read.

*꒰ 뭐 ꒱ Word Count — 3k+

*꒰ 뭐 ꒱ Contains — fic with little to no plot and smut, MDNI! Unprotected sex ( of course but don't! ), missionary, make outs, nipple play, dirty talk ( idk! My first time writing it!! ), begging fetish, Kai's rough, Soft-Dominant!Kai, Submissive!Reader, breeding fetish, Kai is whiny when he cums, and idk. Lemme know if I should add more.

*꒰ 뭐 ꒱ Noulli's note — this shitty drabble was backed up by my special moot @soobinsonly1bf , thanks my dear twin, without you this might have been the crappiest piece ever! I love you so much already😭 and tagging @jeongin-lvr and @hyhkai ( cause you both rooted for it, tysm lovelies ). I also half-assed in the last cause I have no idea to end a smut. And Idk what I wrote, went along with my fingers so bear with it (T^T).

His lips tickle yours like a feather brushing at it, his hand only pull you into his warmth, while the other tucked your hair behind your ears. His perfect narrow eyes are slightly open, only to get a slight look at you tembling at the slight collision of your lips with his, sitting beside, but rubbing your thighs together. Your body quivers everywhere, and the thing is, he hasn't done anything yet, and you're this desperate for him. Just as perfectly as he wants.

"Want a minute?" His question is absolutely ridiculous considering how his hands take up the job to elicit goosebumps on your body, that touch jolting you up from every where it traverses, having you gulp your saliva down your throat. Your heartbeat even echoes, syncing with his, in that pin-drop quiet room. His kisses on your lips are continuos, perfectly embracing them to never let you go, he whiffs you with his panting breath, to let you know, he is wholly into this, into you.

Your eyes meet his with the look he has never seen before. the doe's they curve into, pleading and drowning themselves into his orbs; your pupils holding back a fiery lust that darkens your gaze and yet glistens with something mysterious, actually something sweet when he kisses you, or at the slightest touch he delivers on your body. His hands slip in your red lacy crop top as he squeezes your underbust and groans at the plush. Women were his least interesting cup of tea, until he met you and now he wishes to turn over your every page and learn you.

This has gone too far. Both of you know it.

You however didn't even take him in your pussy, yet have him drip pathetically, aching for you. fuck should have sat in my lap, his mind groans to him. He leans in, his damn lips again working down your earlobe; at every trail of his kisses, your skin burns and your heartbeat accelerates, actually throbbing your boobs in his hold.

That blush you've been having on your cheeks the whole time has never deserted, if anything, it reddens even more on your face, at every kiss he plants every now and then. He looks back into your eyes for an answer. "No," you breathe, answering his ridiculous question. "But I want more..." a smile immediately makes its way to his lips and his cold eyes warm within themselves.

His smile... a rare thing to actually witness, for a cold, aloof Huening Kai who doesn't sleep twice with a woman, but he ridiculously can not stop sleeping with you, and of course, smiling like an idiot. He loves the way your eyes soften at his smile, and he does smile so, often for it. Such a strange feeling, he can't get rid of you, you don't seem to let go of him, in reality, he can't seem to let you go.

Your addictive brush on his lips never ceases to haunt him at the times he wishes to forget about you, or your warm hands that should have always been securing him ( scraping his back with yo nails lol ) never seem to warm the cold emptiness he feels when he goes to his bed at night, without you. The bed which moved when he drilled into you, never felt so still and so wrong, which is exactly why he has brought you here again, feeling that same warmth which is just as capturing as last time. He is inable to stop, he needs to feel you again, which he is clearly aware of, the heat for you, burning inside him and aching his insides for you.

Nothing ever feels enough, when it comes to you.

The warmth in his touch, the fire in his kisses, the writhing heat he has for you is the exact thing which confuses you for his freezing stare and his cold attitude, reserved as fuck when you had the first encounter with him, correction - a mere exchange of consents before the both of your were colliding into each other. The seeming magnetic pull he had, something was unleashed in you when he first entered the bar. You went to him, asked him if he was in for drinks and hook up. Drinks were all to hell when you both left to fuck, absolutely in a rut for eachother where ending the night felt wrong and you had to leave him.

He was left alone, or so he felt he did, cause it didn't feel right to part, part from you.

What pulled him into you? He wonders himself, you had that perfect black dress, which seemed to be glued to your body, that short little dress didn't disgust him and he felt no repulse like the other times he pushed away the women throwing themselves at him Instead he was teased to explore what was under, which now is no mystery and ravishing it, an addiction. Fucking you once didn't feel right to end, he was left to want more. Fucking you twice was not enough. I guess I want more of her, he realized. Now thrice, still doesn't feel enough either. It's like, he wants you more and more the times he feels you.

His hand refuses to leave your tits while his lips play with the skin on your neck, tickling at soft spots repeatedly as he does not relent until a crimson mark erupts, only then does his lips descend to your cleavage as he examines the valley, he parts from your chest, earning a heave which rises it, inviting him again.

He tilts his head up at you, your jaw glistens from sweat and your voice box bobs, and then, he discovers how you are lost in this foreplay.

"Can I...?" The third night he is fucking you over now, yet his way of asking consents never seem to fail in amazing you everytime. His eyes meets yours with the sparkling hunger which never seemed to fade away from his orbs. His following rasp holds an odd, safe, yet that 'dampening-your-pussy' effect, where it takes no seconds for a 'yes please..' to leave your mouth and he is ripping that top off in the blink of an eye, laying you down.

Your hands find his hair and get lost in it when he kisses your aereola, sucking and leaving kitty licks, toying with your nipples using his tongue, the displayed plush of your tits mercilessly having him leak out the pre-cum.

Though he is at your tits, listening to your racing heartbeat, feeling all of it with his mouth latched onto your boobs, his heart too races as if it knows no relent in pounding so hard for you. So badly does he want to just shove his cock in and fuck your senses out until his hunger died for you, he aches for this little fluttery feeling, rushing through all of him to a point he mindlessly acts so gentle and so hypnotized, he can't stop.

His hands have a mind of their own, gently imprinting the feeling of yours. His ears always noting your little sounds and his eyes always store your various sights of writhing under him, in him, always trying to elicit them again, so he gets a replay of it. The drumming of his heartbeat echoes in his own ears, the exciting feeling actually so good, he is damn sure, he is feeling it for the first time. Just what are you doing to me, sweet thing?

He is beyond into you, where his mind no longer holds any control over him, he wishes to absorb you, all to himself.

The moment he feels enough, he strips you off of your skirt, revealing your pink panties, where he spreads your legs with his hands and witness the glistening wet patch on it. "Fuck, you're so desperate aren't you? It's a fucking flood I suppose..." His fingers start toying with the wet cloth, pressing his fingers there and he strips you of it and reveals you're pooling heat, groaning and chuckling at it. "And It fucking is.. haah"

There. His runny mouth. Curses sound so sweet by his mouth and his degrading moans, melo-fucking-dious. "Says you, with that wet bump of your rock hard cock. Adorable, Huening."

Fuck, she's so hot. His rock hard cock, forming that wet glistening patch on the bump, even on his dark pants is so visible, your cunt flutters imagining how good he'd stretch you out at the sight. The bump looking so massive, his cock twitching inside you is the best one of the best, from the two longs nights you've been up with him, you know damn well, he's the fucking best you've ever had.

"Fuck love," he curses, his smirk revealing a little of his gritting teeth.

"You run that mouth and I'll fuck it too." He looks down at you, punctuating his sentences with his condescending and solemn look, annoyingly decorated with a tight smile lasting for no seconds, but you know, you shoot him a cocky look for it will soon become whines and praises when he feels you. Amusingly, his struggle to look at you when his eyes drift to your pussy is not unnoticed by you, a proud giggle leaving your mouth that does not catch his attention, his adam's apple bobs at the sight, a pink tint smears across his cheeks and cock jerks wildly at it, crazy how he thinks with his dick and dick only, when you're the one taking it in.

"B-But now just take my cock, as I say, will you?"

Another giggle leaves your mouth, as you nod along, permitting him. However, it is all giggles until it turns into a surprised gasp, clearly interupted, with his cock shoving pushing inside with no prepping. He once realized when he sheathed himself in for the first time that night, you were and are so tight he might snap, with the way you're strangling his cock exactly like how you did then, and choking on your laugh, clearing whimpering later with that cockiness abandoning your face.

Fuck! he's caught you off guard, entertaining himself with your surprised moans, oh damn, to fix that attitude of yours using his cock, he fucking enjoyed it. It's his turn to laugh now, a deep one so melodious to your ears, as he looks at with you with a cocky look, smugly amped up with a smile which resembles yours from before. "Laugh now, baby?" He raises his eyebrows, trying his best to hide the way he is losing his mind. "Can't laugh when filled up with cock?" His smile never fades, but his little whimpers do echo when he pulls out, as a slowly as he can, the emptiness you feel when his cock slides out, your walls flutter, trying to invite his cock again.

Holding his cock as he finally pulls out, he rubs the tip on your area, sliding it up and down as he feels your little shivers when his cock prods at your hole, he pushes in, only so his tip is held by your hole. "What's that, baby? You wan' it?" He tsks at the way your hole clenches at nothing, a wild grin creases eventually on his smiling lips at your squeezes, he's absolutely enjoying the way you're so desperate for him and are nodding at his words as dumbly as you could, he is damn satisfied. "Pussy's begging me so perfectly, but I don't know, think you deserve it?"

You nod at him as desperately as you could. His eyes darken and form crescents, his dick taps at your clit and attempts to push in, only to tease you and watch you think he finally puts it in but he doesn't, disappointment rippling on your face when you realize he did not push it in. Your moans die when he parts his cock away from your cunny. "Words baby, words. Guess your pussy doesn't-" he is so cruel to do that, when youre absolutely dying in anticipation, you can't hold it in.

"I do! Please fuck me, wan' your cock, and make me cum, Kai, pleeaaasee."

"Fuck! guess you do, when you beg so good." He groans and fills you in, his cock nesting in your cunt ever so perfectly, your whimpers at the stretch synchronize with his groans and he begins his movements. His movements always begin with short deep thrusts and then, do they begin fucking you into his mattress, you know it's when you begin to cry and whine like the slut you are for him.

"When I'm in your pussy b-baby," Kai grunts, angling his cock to your sweet spot which he knows where it is like the back of his palm. You are aware, he is talking, talking to you, but does he not know? He is not beside you, up for a chat, he is fucking into you, where anytime your mouth parts to speak, it only knows to moan and scream, or to be shut by his prodding tongue. And the words are hazy, with that tinnitus echoing due to the immense good feeling- just what is he saying?!

You wish to understand, make out what he says but little do you know, the ability to think bid goodbyes to you, when his cock pushed in you, but you don't do any of it. Kai has felt it, you no longer listen to him and it doesn't take him long to lean in on you, and flick your chin to look at him, as he thrusts even then. "When I'm in you, you only moan my name get it, slut?"

His little words strike straight at your 'getting-ruined' pussy, squeezing him even more as every thrust now feels intense; his all dominant facade wearing out. You feel if you're a dumb doll, when he fucks and tells you things, you obey him as you nod at every single thing he says, with one and only goal, to cum, cum on his dick. And oh, the way your mouth keeps chanting his name like a mantra after he orders, Kai definitely loved it. His name rolling off of your tongue, almost in a crying manner, sometimes even stuttering when he fucks. His name called in n different ways when you moan it, all of the forms echoing in his ears are a melody which always guide him to his orgasm.

"Kai-! I'm so close- s'close-!" such a slut are you, to say you're close and cream his cock in a split second after. It's too much, to contract around his moving cock and your orgasm rippling all parts in you, more reactive do you become, grabbing the most of the blankets on his beds as you could, curling your toes and arching your back the hardest you could, you cum. And yet, his pace doesn't stop.

You, in a way, lubricated your own entrance, getting Kai to thrust in faster than he already was, gaining him a perfect rhythm, his cock rushes him everywhere in body to use you to the fullest he could; his grip on your thighs becomes bruising. Gripping sheets, digging nails in its cloth, curling toes and hooking your legs around his waist, tears cascading down and your moans almost sounding like screams, the overstimulation is swarming your body and absolutely wrecking your senses.

Praises overflow out his mouth when he witnesses this heavenly sight, and in no way his dick stops twitching, fuck it. He is getting off of your orgasmed frame getting overstimulated, and he is gonna snap at any moment, he feels it. "I'm c-cumming-! Cumming! hnnnngggg-!" Those slutty whines he be letting out when he is close but doesn't stop, depriving you of his eyes rolling back into cranium and pulling you onto him using his big, strong hands, he finally cums.

To release a handful of load in you, just hooked onto your pussy bracing his cock ever so warmly to squeeze out the last droplets of his semen, the feeling is out of the world to him, his panting mouth, dazed eyes and his tongue out like a puppy, oh fuck, he loved dumping his load into you.

"Fuck you, Huening Kai!" You wail, you were so close to cumming, he replaced that with his warm seed instead, again leaving you want for more.

"I was so close!"

"Aw, is that it baby?" He finally comes back into the world, looking you at release yourself from his hold and walk away, his cum dripping out as you stand naked, pearly liquid gliding down your thighs glowing in the dim yellow light of the lamp, your ass perfectly painted with his hand prints. "What's wrong, what do you want?"

Just why would you like walk like that princess? Haah, I wanna do it again.

"Well, my clothes." You glance at the red top laying on the floor as you make your way to get it. You turn back to look for other discarded garments, only to find Kai pulling you into his embrace, squirming in his hold. "Kai! What are you doing?"

"So you aren't staying?"

No, cause this won't last. How the fuck do I say it?

You wish to end this, this might be your last night with him. You didn't wish to get attached which aren't reciprocated even a bit. The way you crave him more than physically, isn't just a hook-up anymore. "Uhm, why?"

Kai cages you in his hold. "So I fuck you all day, all night to make you stay? Tell me?"

He holds you against your will but his question melts you in him. Just what does he mean by 'fuck you all day, all night to make you stay?' You are at loss to retort; the question so weird. Still, that does flutter your heart, an unknown tingly feeling kissing your knees when he implies to make you stay.

"What do you mean, of course- not! I mean-" His fingers shush you, and your chain of broken words stay gulped inside. But what should you say at this moment? You had no idea. When you gather the gravels of your whatever answers, his hands cup your cheeks.

"Let's date. Let's fuck. Everyday."

#huening kai smut #hyuka smut #huening kai hard hours #huening kai hard thoughts #hyuka hard hours #hyuka hard thoughts #huening kai fanfic #hyuka x reader #huening kai x reader #huening kai x y/n #huening kai x you #txt smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt x oc #txt x y/n #txt x you #txt x reader #txt fanfic

[fantasyqueen502]

Officer O’Hara

Rated: PG

Word count: 950

Summery: Officer O'Hara hates spider-man, but doesn't know she's married to him.

“You're under arrest!” An officer barks, her gun raised and aimed at the luchador's skull, glaring at her. She steels her nerves, meeting the eyes that were concentrated on hog-tying an unconscious Lizard with its own tail. 

“I think the words you are looking for are 'thank you,'” the man says, speaking through a voice distorter. 

She maintains her distance. “Nueva York police department, you are under arrest for tampering, vigilantism, battery, bodily assault, and contaminating and jeopardizing numerous crime signs.” She lists. 

“I thought we had something, Officer L/N.” 

“And getting on my damn nerves. It's officer O'Hara now,” she corrects. 

“Is that against the law?” He quips. 

Gripping the walkie, pinned over her heart. “I need...” she managed only three syllables. And that's being generous before an electric hiss sliced the air, a force shoving her into a far wall. The wind knocked out of her two more zips, sound bright red webs pinning her hands to the brick. 

"Awww, we can't have our fun now that you're off the market.” He whines. 

“You're gonna pay for this. You hear me. There are consequences. You can’t continue evading the law---mmm.” Webbing glues her mouth shut.

“Till next time, officer O'hara,” he chirps. 

“Congratulations to the new beau.” He swings off. 

“You look like a chipmunk, mommy.” Gabriella observes. 

Her cheeks and lips are red and puffy. One hand holding an ice pack to her left cheek. 

“And you will be too if you don't finish your peas.” 

“I did.” She points at her empty plate with her fork. 

The mom lifts the plate, revealing a grouping of peas hidden under it. Using a butter knife, she slid them back into the plate, placing them before her. Gabriella pouts, slouching back in her seat, kicking her feet in a mild tantrum. “But I don't wanna!” She whales. “They’re yucky.” 

“Finish your dinner, and you'll get a slice of tres leche cake, Daddy made.'' She coos cleaning the dishes. Holding the ice pack with her shoulder. 

“With strawberries,” she mumbles.

“And raspberries,” she nods, smiling to herself, seeing the reflection in the window of Gabriella begrudgingly eating her peas. 

“I'm home!” Calls from the front door.

“Kitchen!” She returns.

“Ow.” She yelps as her husband sneaks a kiss on her cheek. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks, looking to get a good look at her face. “Did adhesive solvent help?” He asks. He had received a slurry of texts while at work about the situation. Trying the call only to be declined until she sent him a selfie of herself. Red webbing covered her from below her nose to her chin. 

“Yes, but my face is now burning from scrubbing it raw,” she groans. 

“I'm sorry, honey.” Placing a kiss on her forehead. 

“Another reason to the list to keep myself restrained from wringing that thick neck.” She grits out

“Why do you not like Spider-Man, mommy?” She mumbles while taking a break from her peas. “He's so cool and saves people like you, mommy.” 

“That's right.” 

“No, honey.” 

The couple looks at each other. 

“He didn't go to school like mommy did, followed the rules, and not just swing around as I pleased and assault an officer. Me!” 

“But he's a good guy. He even wears your colors.” 

“Why are you defending him?” 

“I'm just playing devil's advocate.” He holds his hands up. 

“Finished!!!” Exclaimed the young girl. “Cake, now.” 

“Dinner’s in the microwave,” she sighs before leaving the kitchen.

Reading and rereading the same line from her tablet of a book she downloaded a while ago but never got the time to finish, thanks to life. 

Knock!!! Knock!!!

“We got ice cream for you, mommy.” 

Gabriella says, nudging the door with her hip. Big bowl in hand. Throwing the now useless melted ice pack to the side. To greet her daughter, taking the bowl as she focused on climbing into bed. Snuggling up close to her mom. 

"Thank you.” She coos kissing her cheek. “Got your slice of cake?” 

She nods. “Big slice.” 

“Did you brush your teeth?” She asks. From the smell of whipped cream and fruit, that was a no. 

Gabriella nods, hiding her mischevious grin. 

“Gabriella.” Calls from the doorway. 

“Uh-oh.” the young girl coos. 

“Busted.” the mother laughs. 

“Teeth and bed; I'll be there in a minute.” He instructs.

The tiny tot scampers out of bed past her dad. He pats her head as she makes her way to her bathroom. 

“I'm sorry,” she exhales through her nose. Eyes tired. 

“For what?” His voice is soft and gentle. Kissed her ears.

“I know how much Spiderman means to the city, seeing the looks on you and Gabby's faces when he’s on TV and the daily bugle.” She sighs, massaging the space between her brows. 

“I understand your feelings with the webslinger.” 

“The only feelings I have I can't say in fear of our five-year-old hearing and repeating.” 

He chuckles. She looks at her bowl of moose tracks topped with chocolate syrup and takes a heaping spoonful of cold goodness. Sighing as she closes her eyes and moans from the relief it brought to her lips. 

“Let me say all of the no-no words for you,” he offers. “Give him a piece of my mind.” 

“Really.” She chuckles. 

“Really,” he assures. “I’ll get him a stern talk on lowering the polymer strength in the adhesive in those weds.”

She laughs, but squeaks, holding her cheek, but laughs anyway through the pain. “I feel bad now,” she says through her breaks for breath. “I don’t want him to die from your science talk.” 

"Well, too bad for him,” he tuts. She leans in, giving his lips a peck. He smiles and licks his lips.

#miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #marvel #spiderman 2099 #oscar isaac #gabriella o'hara #reader #oc #miguel ohara x oc #miguel ohara x fem!reader #fem!reader #fem!oc #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n

[meguwumibear]

togame x reader writing warm up

It's nearly midnight when the first of many rocks ricochets off of your first story window with a sharp plink. You don't even need to draw back the curtain to know who's waiting for you on the other side, likely still wearing his yellow shades despite the late hour.

You don't know if the man is stupid or suicidal.

Not one to reward poor behavior, you decide to wait him out. Togame will grow bored of tossing rocks at glass eventually.

Or not.

The next rock thrown splinters the pane with a quiet crack. The asshole never could take a hint.

You're not prepared for the sorry looking face that meets yours as you yank back the curtains. Togame's nose is practically smushed up against the ruined glass as he surveys the damage he's done, warm breath fogging up the window. The colorful specs he dons do little to hide the raised purple bruise forming under his left eye.

"Shit," you swear, as you fumble with the lock, "you gonna give me a matching shiner if I say I told you so?"

Togame has the nerve to look offended.

"When have I ever put my hands on you, huh?"

Never. Togame is known for his violence but has ever only been gentle with you.

"Tch, first time for everything."

You turn your back on him as he shimmies gracelessly into your room. If you keep looking at his ruined face, you might forgive him too soon.

"This mean you won't kiss it better?" he asks.

Damn him and his ability to make light of even serious situations.

"Does Choji know how you cool off after a fight?"

"Does Umemiya know who keeps your bed warm?"

A fair hit. You did throw the first punch.

"Baby, I don't wanna fight," he sighs, moody little pout making him look like something the cat dragged in. "If I'm not getting any kisses, I'll settle for some ice."

He closes the distance between the two of you, draping himself across your back. His long arms wind their way around your waist, leeching any lingering bitterness from you with their heat.

You wish it was easier to stay mad at him.

The expression you're met with as you twist around is soft, hopeful even. Apparently, it isn't easy for him to stay mad at you either.

You remove his glasses gingerly, placing them down on your crowded vanity. Green, green eyes watch you set them carefully aside.

"One kiss," you relent.

"Two"

"This isn't a negotiation, Romeo. And you owe me for the window."

"What if I say please?" he asks, following the question with the plead before you can even respond.

Fuck. Fine. Whatever.

The black eye is punishment enough. Now need to rub additional salt into the wound.

You slot your lips against his slowly, and he smiles into the kiss, victorious. You have to stand on your tiptoes to reach his mouth, despite the fact he's made himself small for you.

"More," he moans as you playfully nip at his bottom lip. "Please, baby."

He's already semi hard against your hip. It's always so easy to work him up. You wonder if yours is the only kind touch he knows.

You pull back reluctantly. His lips chase after yours, but you still them with a finger.

"Ice first."

"But-"

"Ice first," you repeat.

He frowns as he flops face first onto your bed, burrowing into your pillows and blankets. When he lifts his head it's to say, "fine, but I expect much more than kisses once you're done playing nurse."

And that, at least, you two can agree on.

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[ceesimz]

This is a tweet which sums up that article that's causing a ruckus on Twitter tonight:

I mean, it's unbelievable what's come out. And I'm glad it's being spoken about and not swept under the rug. What's happening behind the scenes is not okay, it's everything that women's football has been fighting against all this time. Yet it's happening to one of the biggest clubs in Europe, and the higher-ups aren't blinking an eye. I mean, what does it take?

Arsenal love to say it's one club, they have a manager for the men's team that's reconnected the fans to the team in ways people could only dream of, they've taken the team to new heights, whereas it's a completely different world for the women's team. They could not be more opposite situations. And the club (seemingly) isn't doing anything about. No loyalty for the players, not good enough quality of staff, far worse quantity of staff (2 physios for the whole team!) and other ways the women are treated that would never be allowed for a men's team in the top flight. It's always one step forward and a fucking hundred steps back.

I wish I had taken the comments against Eidevall this season more seriously, but I along with a lot of people had rose-tinted glasses on and didn't give them a second thought. Well, we've seen a lot now and I bet it isn't even half of what's going on.

Thinking back over the season, the poor treatment is visible. Caitlin Foord was worked tirelessly, Cloé Lacasse has hardly featured (her spell at Benfica more than proved what a game-changing player she can be), Laia Codina's success wasn't congratulated publicly until fans pointed it out, and many other examples. It's clear in plenty other players just how much the management of the team has affected them. You take one look at the football they played 90% of the time, and the evidence is now clearly there.

I have a lot more to say but I don't wanna clog the timeline, so I'll leave it at that.

https://www.nrc.nl/nieuws/2024/05/22/hoe-de-liefde-tussen-arsenal-en-vivianne-miedema-bekoelde-a4199676

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[hippiegoth97]

Girl On Film: Eddie Munson x Reader

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Description: Eddie mysteriously brings a polaroid camera home to your apartment. Things get interesting...

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: smut, female reader, fingering, oral sex, praise, unprotected sex, overstimulation, a little bit of crying, fluff

Word Count: 2.9k

Divider by @xxbimbobunnyxx

Girl On Film

You're sitting on the couch in your apartment, watching Family Feud as you wait for your boyfriend to show up. He's running late, as always, but you play along with the TV show to pass the time. As the clock ticks and tocks the minutes away, you become increasingly annoyed. He can be such a scatterbrain sometimes. You begin to worry if he's alright when you hear knocking at your door. "Sorry I'm late, sweetheart. But I think you'll like what I brought for you!" Eddie calls to you from behind the door. You hop off the couch, unlocking the door to let him in.

"If it's not chocolate I don't want it." You say in a huff as he waltzes past you into the apartment.

"Of course I brought chocolate!" He hands you a heart-shaped box from behind his back. He's also concealing another mysterious item. "But I also brought something else!" He brings his other hand into view, and he's holding a Polaroid camera. "I bought it from Jonathan, I thought we could have some fun." He looks at you slyly, you know exactly what he has in mind. You can't help being massively turned on by his idea. You blush slightly, and he moves closer to you. He takes the chocolates from your hand, placing them on the island between the kitchen and living area. He grabs your waist with his right hand, pulling you into him, smashing his lips on yours. He's still got the camera in his other hand, making sure not to drop it. You moan as he grabs your ass, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth. Your tongue tangles with his, fighting for dominance. But Eddie always wins out. He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on yours. He looks into your eyes and quietly asks."So, what do you say, Y/N? You wanna play?"

You stare at him a moment, and you grin. "You bet your ass I do." You grab his free hand, dragging him with you to your bedroom. He snaps a photo of you leading him, and the camera spits it out. It'll take time to develop, so he just drops it to the floor to look at later. You push open your bedroom door, and Eddie pulls you back into him once you're in the room. He starts attacking your neck, licking and nipping the skin. You moan loudly, as your panties start to moisten from your arousal. He snaps another picture, capturing the effect he has on you. Eddie loosens his grip, tossing the photo on the floor. He puts his hand on your cheek, caressing it gently.

"I can't wait for you to see how hot you look when I'm fucking you. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." You can tell he's already fucked for you. Just the thought of capturing how you look when you moan, when you scream his name, when you cum. It's driving him mad. You love how insatiable he is, always trying new things like this with you. "How about you lose the clothes, babe?" He asks, a dark tone of lust in his voice.

You stand in front of your bed, and begin to lift your shirt over your head.

*CLICK*

You pull it off, tossing it to the floor. You look at Eddie, giggling as he holds the camera up to his face. He wants to capture every moment he can. He lets the photos fall to his feet, eager to look at them with you when you’re done. You undo your jeans, pushing them down your legs.

*CLICK*

You move to take off your bra next, but Eddie protests. "Hold on, sweetheart. Keep those on for now. Get on the bed for me." You do as he says. "Good girl. Now lay down, please." You follow his instructions, resting your head on the pillows. Eddie comes closer, and you pose yourself like the girls you've seen in his stash of magazines. "Fuck, Y/N. That's perfect." He leans over you, aiming the camera.

*CLICK*

Each click of the camera sends a shockwave of pleasure through you. Eddie's making you feel so pretty, so loved. You adore how much effort he puts in to making you feel like a queen. He would do anything for you. He reaches over, grabbing your breast. He massages it in his hand, and you moan out his name.

*CLICK*

He puts the camera on the bed for a moment, stripping off his own shirt. You grab the camera, snapping a picture of him this time. He's so gorgeous, you can't help but stare. His hair is messy, his chest moving up and down rapidly. He's just as turned on as you are, if not more so. He's hungry for you, it takes all his restraint to hold back for this little game. He smirks at you. "Naughty girl. You should ask before touching things that don't belong to you." You keep hold of the camera, try as he might to take it from you. "Alright, alright. Just make sure you get my good side." He jokes, making you giggle again. He does away with his jeans as well, standing in his boxers.

*CLICK*

Eddie climbs onto the bed, gently taking the camera from you. He leans over you with his knees on either side of yours. You run your hands up and down his chest, dragging your nails down it lightly. He groans, latching his lips onto yours again. Eddie shifts his attention to your chest, kissing above your tits, the valley between them. You keep moaning with his every movement. He angles the camera again.

*CLICK*

"Take off your bra for me, Y/N." He sits up, positioning himself above you. You lift your torso off the bed slightly, reaching around to undo the clasps. Your bra opens, and you discard it onto the floor. You lean back on your elbows, displaying yourself to him.

*CLICK*

"Beautiful…just beautiful, darling." He breathes out, his hand goes to your tits again. Eddie squeezes the right one roughly, drawing more sounds from you. He rolls your nipple between his fingers. You gasp at how sensitive it is.

*CLICK*

You notice for most of the photos he takes, he aims at your face instead of your body. He's so invested in capturing your reaction to his touch. Of course he loves how look physically, but he cares more about how you feel towards him. There's no denying he loves to fuck your brains out, at which he is an expert. But he genuinely loves you, and he wants to show you that every day. "The way you look right now...it's all I think about, Y/N." His eyes seem softer now, he's so vulnerable when he's with you. It scares him sometimes. In the past it's only gotten him hurt, so he's tried to maintain the image of being an asshole to keep people at a distance. But when he's with you, the act falls away. Eddie may be dirty, and cocky, and a smart-ass. But he's also sweet, and kind, and has so much love to give.

"May I have a turn, Eddie?" You ask, barely above a whisper. He nods, handing you the camera. You snap a shot of his face, taking in how his expression tells you everything you need to know. "You look so pretty like this. I love when you show your heart to me." You're in awe of him, he doesn't show himself like this very often. You know it scares him, so you appreciate every opportunity you get to see it. You notice a single tear rolling down his face, and you sit up, reaching out to wipe it away. "Oh, baby. You don't have to be afraid. I love you so much, I promise I'll never hurt you." Your hand caresses his cheek, and his eyes close. You kiss him gently, and you feel a few more salty tears dripping down your face. But some appear to be your own as well. This moment is so intimate, your hearts pound in your chests. You feel love's roaring fire burning brightly between you.

He breaks the kiss, his breath shudders. He looks deep into your eyes. "I love you too, Y/N. I promise I won't hurt you either." He brings your head forward with his hand, kissing your forehead. He sniffles from crying, wiping his eyes with his palms. He chuckles slightly. "Sorry for the waterworks, doll. Do you want to keep going?"

"Yes, my love." You say quietly, wiping your own eyes. You lay back down, letting Eddie take the lead. He hovers over you again. He holds the camera in his left hand, and he reaches for your panties with the other. He pulls the waistband playfully, smirking at you. You spread your legs for him on instinct. He creeps his hand down to your clothed heat, slowly stroking your folds through the dampening fabric. You moan his name again.

*CLICK*

His hand goes back to the waistband, yanking your panties down your legs. You kick them off, flinging them with your foot. His fingers dive right back in, rubbing over your clit this time. Your hips buck involuntarily. "Eddie!" You cry out.

*CLICK*

"You want me to finger you, baby?" He asks, continuing to rub you. It's difficult to form words, the feeling of him working you over clouds your mind with lust. You manage to nod at him, you breath catching in your throat when his fingers enter you. Your insides are abuzz, a knot beginning to form as Eddie works you over. "You're soaking wet for me, doll. Fuckin’ gorgeous." He aims the camera at your glistening cunt, his fingers still curling inside you.

*CLICK*

You're covered in a light sheen of sweat, panting rapidly. Moans and curses flow like a river from your lips, and each word makes Eddie pick up the pace. He's staring down at you, going as hard as he can to make you cum on his hand. The knot in you is impossibly tight, ready to snap any moment. Eddie rubs your clit with his thumb to push you over the edge. You scream as your orgasm overcomes you. Stars blur your vision, your legs shake violently, and juices flow from you onto him. His hand, wrist, and the sheets get soaked.

*CLICK*

Your high subsides, and your whole body has turned to jelly. You're out of breath, your sweat turns cold. Eddie notices you shiver. He puts the camera down, laying next to you on his side. "Come here, princess." He pulls you into his arms, tangling his legs with yours. You wrap your arms around him. He plays with your hair, peppering kisses on your neck. "You were so good for me. So beautiful." He says between kisses. "I'll never get enough of you. Sometimes, I swear I'm addicted." His kisses gradually become rougher. You feel the fire lighting inside you again, needy for him. You reach down to his boxers, gripping his cock through the thin fabric. He groans, licking your neck, and then he bites into your skin.

"Eddie." You whine, becoming overwhelmed by pleasure. You want him to fuck you so badly. "I need you inside me, love." You push him away for a moment, grabbing the camera and handing it to him. He lays down now, and you sit beside him. You pull his boxers down, tossing them on the floor. You grab his dick, stroking it slowly. He looks into your eyes, pleading with you to do more. You lean down, taking all of him into your mouth. You gag slightly, and he groans.

"Fuck, I love it when you do that." He snaps a photo of you deepthroating him. You continue to work his cock, eating up every moan he lets out for you. You feel him getting close, and you stop. He whines at the loss, you love when he makes that sound. You straddle his lap, rubbing your cunt against his cock. You're both moaning loudly now, sweat beginning to coat your skin again.

*CLICK*

You stop teasing, lifting yourself up to get in position. You look into his eyes with a grin, and you sink down onto him. Moans fill the air, and you throw your head back at the new sensation.

*CLICK*

You begin to ride him, rolling your hips as you move up and down. This position ensures his dick hits your g spot perfectly every time. You moan at every move, it takes everything in Eddie to keep up taking photos. You're so slick inside, hugging his cock just right. You pick up the pace to bounce on him. You could fuck Eddie for hours, but you want to cum now. You roll your hips faster, sliding on his length with ease. You play with your nipples, pinching them between your fingers.

*CLICK*

He bucks up into you after every few rolls of your hips, making you gasp each time. The knot is being tied again.

*CLICK*

His other hand reaches toward your clit, rubbing lazily in circles. You're becoming more and more wound up by the second.

*CLICK*

Everything feels like it's on fire, you're burning up. You gasp and moan and call out Eddie's name with every movement. It's all too fucking good. Tears are streaming down your face, you want so desperately to come undone.

*CLICK*

Your walls are fluttering around Eddie's cock, he can feel it. It's driving him wild, he's so close to the edge. "I feel you, Y/N. Be a good girl and cum for me." His words are enough to make the knot finally snap. You scream his name, hips moving erratically as your orgasm rips through you.

*CLICK*

You almost fall over, but Eddie steadies you. He's thrusting up into you now, chasing his own high. "Give me the camera Eddie. I want you to see yourself too." He quickly hands it over, and grips your thighs ferociously. He's thrusting up at an inhuman pace, and it's making you overstimulated. You're still sparking from your last orgasm, so once he finally cries out your name, you cum right along with him. You do your best to keep the camera steady, not wanting to miss your chance to capture his beauty in this moment. His mouth is agape, his eyebrows knitted together. Sweat drips down his face, his chest heaves. Gorgeous.

*CLICK*

You collapse onto him once you get the final picture, his cum spilling inside you. When his high subsides, he wraps his arms around you, still sheathed in your velvet walls. "Fuck, Y/N. I love you so much." He kisses your head again, rubbing your back with his hand.

You look in his eyes, smiling bright like the sun. You feel so blissful with Eddie. He makes you happier than anyone else ever could. "I love you too, Eddie." You sit up again to pull yourself off his softening cock. Your mixed release drips out of you, spilling onto Eddie and the sheets. You go to grab a damp towel to clean up your mess. You kneel down to wipe Eddie's body, then toss the towel in your hamper. You take a moment to look around the room. Your clothes are strewn about the floor haphazardly, and there's polaroid pictures littering the rug and the bed. You pick one up, it's the one of you posing like a porno model. It takes you aback, you never thought you could look so sexy. Eddie always tells you how hot you are all the time, but you've never really believed him.

"Are you finally seeing for yourself what I see in you?" Eddie asks, gathering the photos spread around the bed. You glance at him, stunned. You can't think of anything to say, all words vacate your brain. Eddie stands, bending to pick up the rest of the photos from around the room. He sits on the edge of the bed with the stack. He motions for you to sit with him. "Come see what we made together, Y/N." You sit on his lap, both of you still naked.

You work together putting the photos in order, as best as you can anyway. Starting with the one of you leading Eddie to bed. Then ones of you stripping. The porno pose. Eddie taking off his clothes. Him groping your tits. His beautiful, vulnerable face. Your soaked pussy. His cock in your mouth. You riding him. And at the end, both of your stunning orgasms. There's many in between of you moaning, it's one of Eddie's favorite things to see. But the whole thing tells a story. Not just of two people fucking. But of two people making love, being in love.

You start crying again, shoulders shuddering. Eddie takes notice, lifting your chin to look at you."What's wrong, love? Was it too much?" He always worries that he's upset you somehow. He puts the photos aside, taking your hands in his.

"No, no. It was amazing. We just look so beautiful, Eddie. These photos may be dirty on the surface, but they're us. In love. They make me so happy. You make me so happy." You grab his face, pressing your lips onto his tenderly. He returns the kiss, holding you firmly in his arms.

"We sure do make a pretty pair, huh?" He whispers, smiling at you.

"You bet your ass we do." You reply, and you share a hearty laugh.

The end.

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[ranbling]

Sending this anonymously bc i don’t wanna get the b/t stans attacking me for saying my observation, but this is in regards to your post about tommy not being enthusiastic about buck

for starters i completely agree w everything you said so this is just my own blurb i wanted to add

this plays into my theory of tommy paralleling abby in s1 who was never looking for anything serious w buck, but saw him as a younger man who could be used as a play-thing meanwhile buck jumps in head first only to learn a lesson about what love actually is along the way after being hurt…. and ik a bunch of people are like “i don’t want buck to get hurt by another relationship” but i genuinely think he needs to be burned a few more times because he obviously still doesn’t realize that his own interests should be celebrated by his partner and not put down— buck hasn’t had something BIG happen to him since the coming out arc and that was a mostly positive arc, aside from the gaslighting from tommy but whatever… it’s time for him to go through another hurdle, not as a side player in someone else’s arc [bobby’s injury/eddie’s breakdown] but as his own arc in which he realizes he is worth more than just being a pretty boy who is only valuable when he’s being kissed. I hope that bobby and eddie’s storylines will show him that in the finale and we can end this whole buck/tommy fiasco before s8, but im scared they will drag it out further into s8 and we will get either retconning from the writers, or we will get the fandom backlashing against tommy being used for his original intended purpose which was to be a PLOT DEVICE…..

we also have seen buck’s interests and excited demeanor subdued and looked down on by taylor often during their relationship. i already have iffy feelings on how the writers handled her character and her relationship arc with buck but aside from the treasure hunt, we never really saw her propping up buck’s interests and often tried to subdue his “golden retriever” personality (something the buckley parents also did)

(this is also interesting bc Taylor Kelly and Tommy Kinard…. T-K and T-K, idk it feels very hmmm to me on top of Tommy kind of repping all of Buck’s past major relationships into s ball)

and i feel like the diaz parents and possibly whatever happens with the will could be that catalyst for him to finally be like “oh… i am worth more thsn just being a side piece” which would hopefully lead to a b/t breakup

bc think about it, who IS the only one (besides bobby/maddie) who is always trying to tell buck he is worth more than just what he is at face value? DING DING DING it’s eddie… and if we get that feelings realization of “oh this is what i need from a relationship and i get that from eddie” we can open the door to buck facing the “im in love with my straight best friend who is going through shit” crisis while eddie could have his own “i am projecting my feelings towards buck onto my dead wife because he is what i want and she is who i thought i was supposed to want”

also for eddie’s side of things, it could also be a sense of realizing that he’s projecting and this further idea of “i’m broken” and then realizing who has been there to help him patch things up in the past as he realizes that everything he has looked for in a partner (mainly someone to be a second parental unit for chris) he already has with buck.

anyway i am so sorry for the long ask i just wanted to put this out there and say that i fully agree w you and share my thoughts that coincide with yours

Hi anon!

I love long asks and I agree with every point you made! Buck is still very obviously stuck in the hamster wheel (but only this time with a guy) and the whole "I don't want him to get hurt" is such a weird thing to say. Like except for Abby, Buck wasn't really upset by his breakups and rn his relationship with Tommy is not deep with a lots of buildup, it's just some dates (one of them failed) and two kiss so not a situation that will cause him a lots of heartache

And Eddie is the one who really matches Buck's energy and not only always hypes him up, but he's just as ready to get into the those situations

The pining arc for them is gonna be soo good, but I really hope they won't make it too long, I think a half season for it is more than enough (but I am an impatient girlie and we had enough slowburn now), I just want them to be domestic

I honestly believe we'll either have bt breakup in the next episode or in the first episode of s8. They did nothing to develop their relationship past e6, but introduced many points that could he grounds for a breakup (all coming back to Tommy's behaviour).

#911 abc #asks #anti bucktommy #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie

[wonton4rang]

ngl, I'm thinking about domestic stuff with sungho... imagine it all ykwim?

this is so cute tbh :(( sungho as a domestic boyfriend is so real and it just feels right.

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i feel like he would love to include you in everything he can around the house, he has to clean the floors? he will include you, he has to do the dishes? you can help him dry them, he needs to do laundry? you can both iron the clothes and hang them up in the closet afterwards. the only thing is that i feel like he wouldn't want you to be pressured, so he would just give you less than half of the work, just so he can have you close. you would be laying in bed after doing the chores around the house and he will come to you, laying on your side and cuddling while he hides his face in your neck, leaving sweet kisses and then just laying there for a few minutes before talking "i'm hungry, love, do you want to eat something?" his voice is so calm and sweet that you swear you could listen to it forever so you close your eyes, allowing you a moment to appreciate the breathing of your lovely boyfriend against your neck. you hummed in approval a few seconds later, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and passing one of your legs to tangle in his waist, sungho left the crook of your neck just so he could give you a confused look "but i wanna stay like this with you for a little while" you practically begged and he nodded, shifting in the bed so you were more comfortable while holding him against your chest. you will definitely fall asleep but then you'll wake up with his pretty face and puffy lips and eyes that make you wanna kiss him forever and play with his messy hair. you tried to get away from his grasp without waking him up and succeeded. finally going to the kitchen so you could make you two some dinner, you opted for meat, kimchi and rice as you liked it and sungho loved it, plus you only had to cook the meat so it was great! you did everything and put it in a nice plate before returning to the bedroom and slowly waking him up "baby, wake up, i brought you dinner" and when i tell you he would be so happy about it, i mean it!! he's always the one taking care of other and don't get me wrong, he doesn't have any problems with that, but it felt so nice to be taken care of for once that he just took the plate and placed it on the bedside table before pulling you over his lap and giving you a loving kiss, so passionated yet so cute and sweet, something only he could do. "thank you so much, y/n, i love you so much" you immediately blushed at his words, his hands in your waist and yours in his shoulders noticing his tired look before giggling a little and saying "i love you too, sungho" and that's how a day doing chores would end with you two, eating dinner, doing the dishes together while listening to some music, giggling and dancing around before going back to bed and talk about everything you guys couldn't during the week, starry eyes staring lovingly into each other and soft touches being shared before tiredness came by and made you two fall asleep in each others arms. :(

#boynextdoor imagines #boynextdoor scenarios #boynextdoor x reader #sungho x reader

[createdbytragedy]

MY GIRLFRIEND (4)

୨୧A/N: Okay, I was suppose to post this first instead of the (3) one because basically, this is the (3) but I got it messed up and accidentally posted that one first so I guess this'll be number (4. )

(lol, this didn't make sense)

୨୧ (3),(2),(1)

୨୧Pairing: Choi Beomgyu X raeder

୨୧Genre: Fluff

"Come on, they would really love you......" Beomgyu said, looking up at you with his adorable eyes. You chuckled, patting his head that rested on your lap.

"You think so?" you asked. He nodded, beaming up at you," I know so. Who in their right mind could not love? you're so pretty and kind and patient. I literally feel so lucky I even met you." his words made you smile, a blush forming on how genuine he sounded.

"Are you bribing me with your compliments?" you teases, brushing away strands of hair from his forehead. God, you loved your boyfriend like this. Bare faced with no make up on, wearing worn out t shirts and looking just a little bit less than perfect. It was a side only you get to see and it somewhat felt privileged knowing that.

"Mmmm, maybe, but no. You really are awesome, (y/n)," he grinned, just staring at your eyes like he sees the universe in it, like he was lost in your consuming beauty. You were too. Watching the way his eyes squint into crescents and the curve of his lips.

"So are you, baby." you placed a kiss on his nose that had him giggling. "Hey, you're distracting me from the conversation!" he playfully pouts, pinching your belly softly as a punishment.

"Why do we need to make it public, baby? Aren't happy with the secret rendezvous?" you playfully remarked. Beomgyu shook his head, lips puckered out slightly in a pout as he played with strands of your hair that fell on his face.

"I just wanna tell the world that you're mine." He whispered. You giggled, placing another kiss on his nose. That instantly lifted his mood, pointing and puckering up his lips for more kisses. You happily gave it to them, smiling and giggling between each other's lips.

"That's it!" he exclaimed, startling you a bit when he abruptly got up from your lap, " I wanna kiss you on live baby. I wanna take you to public places and kiss you IN public because people would be SOOO jealous and I'LL BE LIKE ," HA! LOOK WHAT A CUTE FACE I'M KISSING!!" I wanna take you everywhere. Our concerts, tours, fan meetings-- I wanna spoil you and do cute things together, you know, like, matching fits, making one of those cringey couple videos with you. I wanna show you off to the world and share rides, food, sunsets and drinks. I would place cute lil kisses on your nose and take secret pictures of you. OR we could go to aquariums and one of those dolphin shows you're always on about. I just wanna hold your hand and kiss you beautiful face, you know. Just because I can. " You couldn't help the laugh that escaped your lips by watching the way his face gleamed, ranting about the things he wanted to do with you.

It sounded so pure and it almost made you tear up, watching him wave his hands around, blabbering on and on like he knew there will be a future for you both. Like, he wanted to make a future for you both. It was unreal. The way Beomgyu made you feel so loved and secure.

"But if people don't know about us, we would have to be out in public with those ugly, black sunglasses and face mask and sweaty, smelly caps and have to act like we're spies on a mission," you continued to watch him, unaware of the smile that stretched across as your face as you do so," but if we public our relationship, we could actually enjoy all those things without looking at our back all the freaking time. Great idea, don't you agree?" he grinned proudly and you smiled, ruffling his hair that was already disheveled.

"You're so cute, Gyu. Its hard to say no to you sometimes."

"Does that mean I can post our picture of tonight?" he asks, tone full of joy. You contemplated. The action was precarious and you weren't certain if the outcome would be necessarily positive. +But you knew that Beomgyu would be there for you when things go downhill. He would be there to console you and make things right. So, maybe, it didn't hurt t

"With all that lipstick stain?" you snickered, shades of red painted on his handsome face.

"Hell, yeah, they should know my girlfriend has the best taste in lipstick shade!!"

#fluff #beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu fluff #txt beomgyu #txt x reader #txt fluff

[martinpilled]

nika x fem reader with nika falling hard for a reader who’s in like a STEM related job? like basketball is like not her thing, but she learns about it for nika?

you know how to ball, i know aristotle

– warnings : n/a

– summary : you and nika meet at a bar one day and immediately become close friends, the friends title changes the second she gets a basketball into your hands though.

a/n : FIRST NIKA FIC!!!! i loveeeee nika i am very excited rn. also idk Croatian, bare with me and google translate !

The night you met Nika was one of the best nights you've ever had. You two had met through mutual friends and ended up at the same bar and had a blast. You two got absolutely wasted together and immediately became close, sharing many stories. Even after that night you two hung out every week. You attended her games, and god she was hot. Earnestly, you had no clue what was going on. You did microbiology and had no fucking clue about basketball.

You were honest with Nika about this,

"I've never even watched a basketball game before, are you sure you want me to come?"

"Of course dijete, I want you there to support me." She grinned.

She called you something in Croatian often, dijete, she told you it meant something completely different than it did. She was actually just calling you baby. She was just as head over heels as you were.

As you went to more games, you started to pick up on certain things, you understood how the scoring worked and how plays were made, and Nika was thoroughly impressed with how quickly you picked up on everything. She also appreciated it heavily. After a game one day, she made an offhand comment about it,

"You're getting smart about this, I'll have to 1v1 you some time." She winked.

The thought of playing basketball with her made your heart race, she was so hot while doing it you weren't even sure you would be able to focus.

Weeks pasted and she had seemingly forgotten about the 1v1 comment, you assumed she would never act on it.

You were laid out in the living room of your apartment, matching mindless tv, when a buzz came through your phone.

Nik: Can I come over in a bit? I have something I wanna do.

You shot back a text almost instantly.

Y/N: Of course :)

You had no clue what that something was, maybe she just wanted to hang out. About a half an hour had passed when there was a knock on your apartment door, you opened it to see Nika standing there in a tight fit white tank top and basketball shorts. She was holding a basketball in one arm and with her other she was holding an extra pair of shoes.

Holy shit.

She was fucking gorgeous. You cleared your throat to cover up the fact that you were definitely staring in places where best friends don't stare. She smirked at you, she knew you were staring and it made her smile, which made you blush.

"I'm taking us up on the 1v1, I wanna play with you. Go get changed into something athletic and we'll go down to the park." She said, pushing past you into the apartment and sitting on the couch. You didn't question her demands, you just did them. You would only do that for Nika, no asking questions, just trusting her.

You rushed into your bedroom and checked the weather app on your phone before deciding a sports bra and shorts would work since it was hot outside. You went back out to the living room to see Nika laying back, playing something on her phone. Once she heard you come in she sat up and looked you up and down.

"Lookin' good, dijete" She winked and the blood rushed to your cheeks. You stared at her for a moment, face completely flushed before quickly snatching the shoes from her hands and going to put them on.

You two walked down to the courts in the park of your complex and talked.

"You're gonna have to go easy on me, I barely know anything."

"You're smart, you'll figure it out quickly." She smiled as you two made it to the outdoor courts. She set down a water bottle and dribbled the ball around. She directed you on where to stand for the tip off and you two started playing.

It was a bit rocky at first, she made multiple points on you til you finally made one. She gave you a solid chest bump to congratulate you.

"You did it!" She cheered, hugging you right after. You two were both sweaty and sitting in the sun hugging each other. Once she pushed away you could see her baby hairs sticking out of her ponytail and sticking to her skin with sweat, she was slightly out of breath and you watched her chest rise and fall.

You seriously had a staring problem.

She kicked the ball to the side and you were confused, she came closer to you, so close your lips were practically about to touch.

"Can I kiss you?" She murmured.

"Yes."

#nika muhl #nika mühl #nika muhl x reader #uconn wbb #lesbian #wnba #wbb #seattle storm #kal.fics

[moollypop]

indigo park theory: what ARE the mascots?

i've had many thoughts on this since chapter 1 came out, so this will be a long one.

TW for animal cruelty and abuse below.

first off. they are NOT animatronics. uniquegeese has explicitly said that himself on streams, and this is added on by the fact that mollie literally gets decapitated and dies, blood spurting out of her disembodied head. lloyd and mollie also just, generally look a lot more like living, breathing creatures than just some mascot suits or robots with their fur, feathers. as well as being able to blink and emote.

so that begs the question: how do these exist, if they aren't just robots and are in fact flesh and blood? well... judging by some of the context clues we've gotten so far, i think i can make a guess:

Indigo Park created the mascots through animal experimentation and genetic remodelling.

first off, the mascots themselves. at least, in the state they appear in. they are far more reminiscent of wild, feral animals than killer animatronics or toys or what-not from most other mascot horror games. lloyd in particular stands out in this.

when we first find him, he's all curled up asleep on the theatre stage. again, another point to these being living breathing things if they require sleep. only to then run off on all fours as soon as he wakes up and notices ed, then proceeds to stalk them within the backstage. keeping to the shadows and retreating when he's spotted or isn't in position to properly attack, again, like a real lion stalking its prey until it's within striking distance.

lloyd DOES walk on two feet properly, though. primarily when he trots away after first being sighted in the backstage, and later after ed grabs the key, lloyd does physically walk around even though it isn't visible to the player and he despawns after they leave the room with the key until it's time to do the jumpscare.

(credit to horrorscoped's "what indigo park hides in rambley's railroad and theater areas" video for the screenshots)

second, and what i think is most important to answering this question: mollie macaw. it's established in her death screen that she can mimic things that she's heard, including voices, which macaws in real life can also do. and while it's hard to hear them during her chase sequence, she has SEVERAL voice lines that play. most of them are taken from the rambley's railroad ride from earlier in the chapter, but there are several others that seem to be taken from employees or guests before the park's closure. i'll link a video to them here, but the lines i'm referring to in particular are:

"Stay in your seat!"

"I wanna play with the birdie!"

"Don't touch that thing, son..."

"Get up, you stupid freak."

"Get back in your cage, bird."

"The customer is always right."

the two i'm focused on mainly are fourth and fifth ones, which are undoubtedly park employees. calling her a freak, telling her to back into HER cage... paints a very, very unpleasant picture of what's going on. one that is confirmed even more by an easter egg in rambley rush, where if you fall into the fourth pit while moving to the left, you can find a second mollie inside a cage.

verbally abused and caged up... like a mistreated animal.

so... why? why create these "mascots" instead of having employees dress up in costumes like other parks? they clearly intended to at one point, as they had at least produced a costume for rambley before the mascots entered the picture... simple, really. money.

if you were a business and wanted to maximize profits with little morals, why not try and turn animals into your company's characters for your theme park so you can avoid paying your employees a little extra for going around in costume? if companies are willing to replace writers and artists with AI, why not put in a little more effort to create something else to do that job for you instead of having to pay someone else to do it?

but, something happened. maybe one of the mascots finally had enough and attacked an employee or guest? who knows... whatever the case, the park was suddenly and quickly evacuated with the events being covered up.

and the mascots were left to rot. with no humans to supervise them and keep the instructions and training and company-mandated rules drilled into them, combined with the isolation and likely mental toll it took... they regressed. they slowly lost what made them "mascots" in all but appearance, and now? they're animals again. wild, feral animals. ones that don't see a random person as a guest to greet, but as a smaller, weaker animal. a prey.

and with so many years having passed, likely not having much in the way of food outside of any other wild animals that might happen to wander into the park... they're likely very hungry.

#indigo park #indigo park spoilers

[sillywittleprincess]

Soft dom Choso x fem! reader

Warnings: Smut, oral (fem! reciving) period sex?, praise, consent checks, sub reader, pet names (baby, sweetheart), kinda fluffy ngl, not beta read

Words Count: 1.3k

Choso was always so attentive to your needs, even if you weren't aware of them.

"W-wait choso! You can't do that right now. You know I'm on my period." you say as you look down at your boyfriend who was tugging at your sleep shorts.

You had asked him to come over to your house so you guys could cuddle and watch a movie and he did so without hesitation like the good boyfriend he is. As soon as he saw you open the door for him, he could tell something was wrong. He could sense it. He asked if you were okay and all you said was "just cramps".

You acted like nothing was wrong as you led him to your bedroom (which he had been in many times before), but choso knew better. He held you while the movie played, rubbing your lower tummy whenever you felt a particularly strong cramp. But choso wasn't focused on the movie. He was focused on what he could do to help you feel better. As the movie came to its conclusion, so did he. He made his move, sliding himself down on the bed so he was between your legs.

"Shhh I promise it will help you feel better...more relaxed," he shushed you as he pulled down your cloth shorts. "And I know you're not feeling the best, so you don't have to do anything baby. Just let me take care of everything."

You sighed softly as he rubbed small circles on your inner thighs, his eyes trained on your panty wearing cunt. He could see the wings of the pads on your underwear, a reminder that you're on your period. But he didn't mind. He was all focused on you.

You bite your lip, thinking. "I don't know...I don't think you'll enjoy yourself very much. It's dirty and it smells weird."

"I'm telling you sweetheart, I don't care about a little blood. And I think I might enjoy it more than you think. So can I?" He brought his thumbs to rub where your panties meet you thighs. "Please?"

You can't say no to him, especially when he begs like this. "Okay...but if you don't like it, stop immediately, okay?" You feel a little uncomfortable and embarrassed with the situation, but you can't say you're not curious to see if it will help you feel better.

Choso looks up at you and smiles softly. "Good girl" is all he says before bringing his attention back to between your legs. He shimmies your panties off, looking at the bloody pad curiously for a moment before zoning in on your pussy. "Wow...you look so pretty even covered in blood. It almost makes you look even more appetizing. I just wanna lick it all off." You blush slightly at his vulgar words mixed with praise, turning your head to the side as you lean back on your pillow.

Choso leans closer to your core, the scent of you entering his nostrils. While it is a little different from your usual scent, he doesn't hate it. He softly pulls back the hood of your clit with the pad of his thumb and gives your pearl a quick kiss. Your thighs flinch as the sudden contact and choso chuckles at you. "Your reactions are so cute baby. I'm gonna do a little more now, okay?"

He watches you nod your head, happy of your approval. He smushes his face against your pussy, his mouth sucking on your clit.

You shriek at his actions and how it's making you feel. It felt like it was too much, too sudden. And you felt extra sensitive because you were on your period. You feel a hand on your knee so you look at choso, seeing his hand outstretched to you. You quickly take his hand in one of yours, gripping it as he continues to assault your clit with his tounge.

He sucks on it, licks it, writes his name with his tounge on it. Anything he could think of in that moment, he did. Your soft moans are like music to his ears and he wants to do anything to hear more. Choso brings his right hand, the one that's not holding yours, to your pussy, covering two of his fingertips in blood as he rubs them against your entrance. 

"C-choso!" You cry out, gripping his hand tighter as he slides his pointer and middle finger into you. They slide in easily, your blood mixed with your wetness making the perfect lubricant.

"Wow" choso says in awe, pulling away from your cunt to look at his fingers. "They just went right in...now I just have to find..." You feel his fingers moving inside you, jumping when they make contact with an extra sensitive spot inside you. "...this" choso smirks out as he probes at your g-spot.

"You're doing so good baby" choso praises you, giving your clit another kiss. "so so good for me." He dives back into your cunt, sloppily making out with your clit as his fingers move in and out from you, repeatingly hitting your spot on their way in.

"Y-you're doing good too choso!" You moan out,  gripping his hand so tightly your hand begins to cramp. "It feels good choso. Thank you so much for doing this."

Choso smiles into you. Your praise is everything he hoped for and more. "C'mon baby...tell me your close."

You nod quickly, showing him that you are. "I am, I am close choso! So don't stop please!"

Heading those words encourages choso to go faster. Moving his tounge faster, curling his fingers into you faster. He had to get you to cum. He wanted it bad and he wanted it now.

"Choso please please please please" you whimper out, rocking your hips against his fingers and face. You felt yourself clenching down on his fingers. You were so close, just needed a minute more.

Choso doesn't pull away from you but looks up at your face. You look utterly blissed out. He nibbles on your clit softly and apparently that was the push you needed to cum. Your thighs closed around his head as your legs trembled, moaning out your lover's name along with thank yous. Choso moaned with you as he felt you pulsate around his fingers. He couldn't wait for your period to be over so it could be his cock you were clenching around instead. 

"Shhhh it's okay, I've got you" choso coos as he rubs his thumb over your hand, trying to get you to relax as you come down from your high. Soon you do relax, parting your legs for him to escape the headlock you had him in. He pulls his fingers out of you and leans back on his knees allowing you to see his face properly making you gasp.

Choso's mouth, chin, and fingers were covered in blood. Your blood. You release his hand to cover your face in embarrassment. Your face feels so hot, like you have a fever. 

Choso sighs at your reaction, wiping his mouth and chin with the tee shirt he was wearing. He does the same with his hand before taking his other hand, the one that was not inside you two minutes ago, to grab your wrists and pull your hands down. "There's no need to act so shameful sweetheart. Look, I'm fine. And you feel better, yeah?" You look and him bashfully and nod.

Choso smiles at your response "See? I knew it. I'll always take care of you, so trust me, okay? I love you" choso states as he steps off the bed. "I'm going to start up the shower. While you're in there I'm also going to change the sheets" he says before walking away. After a moment you hear the shower running. 

Choso will always take care of you and you know it.

#jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #choso #choso x reader #choso x you #choso smut

[iamred-iamyellow]

~August Slipped Away~

♥ pairing: charles leclerc x carlos sainz

♥ summer romance

♥ inspired by the folklore love triangle

♥ 501 words - short fic but a part of an ongoing series

♥ notes: part 1 (if you wanna be tagged you cannn and once again none of these pictures are mine, I found all of them on pinterest.)

The salt air in Monaco was a nostalgic feeling for Charles. The sweet memories of his childhood rang in his ears but the more recent, tragic moments swirled with them. His home country never reciprocated the same amount of love he had for it. Nothing seemed to go his way here.

It was a summery morning down by the Mediterranean Sea. A group of seagulls flew by the coast where Charles was watching the sunrise and drinking his coffee. He spotted a few couples on an early walk and a group of men playing volleyball. It was a delicate moment until a not-so delicate object struck his face. The pressure knocked his head against the rocky wall he was sat at and he instinctively clutched the back of his hair. He looked up in surprise, a man rushing over to him.

"Mierda, are you okay?" he asked, eyes darting all over Charles.

"Yea..." Charles mumbled, staring down at the spilled coffee that had flung out of his hand and landed on the ground.

"Let me buy you a new drink." the man offered, holding his hand out to help Charles up. Charles took his hand, standing and brushing the wrinkles out of his clothes.

"You don't have to-"

"It's the least I could do," the man cut him off and smiled. "I'm Carlos. Sorry for hitting you in the face." he laughed softly.

"Charles," he held his hand out. "And don't worry, it's fine."

Their hands gripped each other's gently, thumbs lacing together in a shake. They lingered there for a moment, savoring the warm touch and taking note of the way Carlos' hand practically swallowed Charles'.

"Now how about that coffee? I could use some of my own." Carlos smiled, breaking his hand away.

~

There was some sort of unbreakable spark between the two. Smiles and laughs were shared throughout the summer months. They'd spent days together on what an outsider would describe as dates. Gelato, beach trips, and long walks around the small country.

On this particular evening Charles invited Carlos to his apartment. Carlos noticed the intimate details of the Monegasque's place: the rust on his door, a selection of sweet teas, and a light cream colored cardigan draped over a chair by his kitchen table.

They sat on the couch together talking about their lives until their gaze locked, shattering their oblivion to the tension in the room. The visit to Charles' apartment was clearly not just a friendly invite. They exchanged soft kisses and breathy whispers, stumbling off the couch into another room. Maybe they didn't expect to be waking up next to each other, but they both knew they wanted it.

The sun blazed through the curtains, a slight breeze trickling through a gap in the window. Charles woke up first, rolling over to admire the man lying in his bed. He soaked in the feeling of Carlos beside him, taking a few deep breaths. It felt like a weight had been lifted. Like a curse had been broken. 

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