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euphoricfilter · 11 months

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want your night thoughts on new jk live 😭🙏🏻

like sleep naked with him, waking up next to him, cuddling more, kisses, jungkook cannot stop being clingy, cannot let you go to shower, cannot let you go to work, he cannot stop kissing youuuu. your neck, your breast, your LIPS, every inch of your skin, two quickie untill you realise it’s lateeeeee and finally you two shower together and he rub your skin gently, got shampoo for you and he drying your hairrr while you do your makeup and he make you breakkfastttt and he drive you to work and kissssssss more till one of your colleagues ask why the heck your lips is swollen and red, did something happen sksksksksksks

HEAVEN

OKAY SO YOURE A GENIUS AND I LIKE WHERE YOURE GOING WITH THIS.

jk nakey live horny thoughts let’s go🏃‍♀️

. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆. night short #8

for tonight’s horny thought we’re going for morning sex !!

i’m thinking established relationship, however the two of you don’t live together and you’re staying over his place for the night. he was prone to sleeping in only his underwear, and more often than not you’d find yourself in nothing but panties either

jungkook wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself, breaths stolen for kisses and his tongue pushing into your mouth. he’d definitely slip his fingers past the waistband of your panties while the two of you made out, always a little overzealous— he liked it wet and messy, and by the end of you night both of your lips would be kissed shiny

all it would take is a heated make out session for jungkook to have a possible wet dream, and most days when you stayed over he’d wake up with a boner. not only would be be woken up by your obnoxious alarm, but his dick would be hard, ultimately he’d be a little whiny

he’d probably tug your hand over his erection, faintest pout on his lips when you tell him you can’t, you really had to get ready for work. and he knew you liked to leave early, like to get to work before you truly had to because it alleviated some of your anxiety. but that extra hour was always so tempting, so perfect for him to fuck you silly and then miss you for the rest of the day

maybe jungkook has a bit of a strength kink as well, cock twitching when he pulls you into his chest as you try to scoot out of bed. he’d sling his leg over your hip, cock digging into your ass, and being the menace he is, he’d probably try to get off, hips rolling forward for any sort of friction

it wouldn’t be hard to tempt you, not when he’d kiss over your naked shoulder, curious hands wandering over your stomach, cupping your tits and thumbing over your nipples

and you’d cave in, pulling your panties down over your ass, bending your hips ever so slightly so he could slip his cock into you, rutting into you from behind. one hand still grabbing your chest while the other trails down your body to play with your clit

you wouldn’t be able to help the dribble of slick that coats your thighs, not when he’s telling you about all the filthy things he wants to do to you, voice still laced with sleep— raspy and deep

he’d probably pull out just before the both of you are about to cum, tugging you so you’re laying on your back and he can hover over you. much preferring to see your face when you reached the height of your pleasure, lips pressing to sweaty skin, over your jaw, down your chest, your cheek then to your lips where he slips his tongue back into your mouth, drinking up the little hiccupy moans

he’d pull your hips towards him, muscles in his thighs tensing when he cums. thick seed coating your walls, grinding ever so slightly into you to help you ride out your own orgasm as your nails dig into his shoulders

and being the best boyfriend that he is, he’d carry you over his shoulder into the bathroom

maybe to make it a little filthier, he stuffs his fingers back into your pussy to make sure none of his cum leaks out of you on the way there

and to make it even filthier, maybe while you’re peeing, he’ll get you to lick the mixture of yours and his cum off his fingers, shoving them a little further down your throat just for funsies because he can. and he needs to remind you that yeah he’s a little whiny but he’s in charge

and obviously he washes your body for you in the shower, a new bottle of your favorite shower gel all stocked up in his bathroom, because he knows you love it so much and he likes having things you like around the house

and i see him obsessing over your hair. maybe becoming sort of a hyper fixation for him at one point to just binge watch hair tutorial videos that he could recreate on you. so after he lotions your body, kissing everywhere he can thinks of, he’d do your hair for you

and then he’d obviously drive you to work because he’s a cutie and would kiss you a stupid number of times before you can even open the car door

and maybe when you tell him about the embarrassment you had to face with your co workers and your clearly frazzled state— hair a little messy from where he’d grabbed it to kiss you and lipstick a little smudged, and cheeks awfully pink and flushed— he’d promise to cook you dinner as an apology

that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t do it all again though

night thots masterlist

💞 yeeee i hope this lived up to your night thought expectations, my love 💞

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Sleepy Bucky

Overworked and exhausted beefy babie Bucky. He’s borderline acting like a toddler because he’s so tired and doesn’t know what to do with himself. He’s beyond just sleepy, nearly delirious from a lack of rest after spending weeks on a mission. He’s all pouty and grumpy on the jet ride over, dragging his duffle back behind him as he trudges through the compound.

“Hey Buck” You greet him from the couch where you were watching TV, only for him to wordlessly flop forward and face plant himself onto the sofa. “You okay?”

He lets out a grunt while you pet his hair, coaxing him to at least lie on his back instead of suffocating himself into the couch seat.

“What’s wrong Bucky”

“Wan a poptart”

You were sure you heard incorrectly, there was no way the super solder had requested the very treat he said was nothing but sugar and chemicals (though it didn’t stop him from finishing the whole box the first time he tried them).

“A poptart?”

“Stwabewy poptart”

You blink at his slurred words, watching him curiously as he rolls off the couch to slump onto the floor like a starfish, eyes wide open, arms and legs splayed out to the sides.

“Do you still want the poptart?”

“Ya”

You nod, heading over to the kitchen to toast a poptart for him, occasionally peeking over to see what new pose he’d put himself in. You bring the poptart for him on a small plate along with a glass of milk, placing it on the coffee table where he’s still laying down. He pouts when you don’t put it on the floor within his reach, not bothering to sit up from his chosen position.

“Feed me” He demands, looking at you with puppy eyes while you giggle, sitting down beside him and bringing the poptart to his mouth so he can take a bite. You’re not a fan of him eating in such a pose but it’s not like your strong enough to move him yourself.

“Careful, don’t choke”

“Save me. Give me mouth to mouth” He snickers to himself, while you roll your eyes, letting him take little bites.

“Wan milk” He rolls over onto his front, humming contently when you bring the glass for him to take a sip. You can’t believe you have to deal with this absolute manchild, letting him finish his snack.

“Why don’t you get some rest” You see his eyes starting to close, but his body still too wired to actually fall asleep.

“Don’t wanna” he rubs his eyes, unsure of what he even wants anymore.

“Alright, how about we just put your things away and change into something more comfy” Your reason with him, relieved when he nods and allows you to help him up, taking him to his room. He tosses his bag aside before starting to take off his gear, grumpily huffing when his zip gets stuck.

“My zip” He pouts, dropping his arms to his sides, ready to crawl into bed with his tac suit on at this point. You giggle, gently tugging it till it easily slides down, helping him with the rest of the belts and buckles until he’s in just his boxer briefs.

“How about your joggers and a tshirt?” You were about to go to his closet to grab his clothes but he has no interest in putting clothes back on.

“No”

“But you’re just in your underwear Buck” You say incredulously while he starts making his way to bed, slipping under the covers.

“M’not nakey. Just half” He shrugs, giving you grabby hands, hoping you’ll join him. You sigh, joining him under the covers, hoping he’ll go right to sleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.

“Wanna sleep” He whines, and you can’t help but laugh because it’s very clear he needs it and no one’s stopping him from going to bed.

“Go to sleep Bucky”

“Okayyy” He drawls, shuffling around the sheets, huffing with each position, deeming nothing comfy enough for him to sleep. He reaches over for you, disregarding his pillow and replacing it with you instead.

“What are you doing Buck”

“M’a koala” He mumbles, burying his face into your chest and wrapping his arms and legs around you, his body starting to finally relax, all the tension in his muscles dissipating into thin air once hes wrapped around with you.

“You’re a 6 foot super soldier” You huff, shifting against his wishes, trying to get air back into your lungs while he lets out a disgruntled grunt each time you squirm. “And you’re heavy”

“You movin’ too much” He complains, eyes still squeezed shut, hugging you tighter, starting to fall in and out of sleep at the feeling of your warmth.

“Cause you’re squishing me bub” You snort, grazing his scalp and softly rubbing his temples while he purrs against you like a needy kitten. In his state of half slumber, he only registers bits and pieces of what you say.

“M”not squishy” His voice is muffled as he keeps his face pressed into your chest.

“No, I said you’re squishing me” By now theres no point in trying to tell him what you mean, he’s too sleepy to understand anything.

“My squishy” He sleepily mumbles, letting out a content sigh when you pull the covers up over both of you. “G’night squishy”

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readychilledwine · 10 days

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✨️ACOTAR Booty Headcanons✨️

💕Peep the thigh headcanons here💕

Warnings - Butts. Fanart of butts. Nakey butts. Bubble butts. Lady butts. Man butts.

Up next? ✨️ Hands ✨️

✨️Body Headcanons Masterlist✨️ Master Masterlist ✨️

Edited to add - short plus size Elain sneak peak

A/N - for @lady-of-tearshed, I hope this meets all your dreams, my love.

A message from Mother - You, my sweet dear reader, are gorgeous as you are. You are real, touchable, and made with imperfections that enhance your beauty and uniqueness. You are a treasure. Do not compare yourself to a single body on this list.

Rhysand-

I like to start off strong..

Rhysand has a very bite-able booty.

He is slightly leaner than Azriel and Cassian, but he still has a firm butt.

Rhysand loves to wear tight slacks, just to watch your pretty little brain go blank when you see his ass.

He sleeps naked and it's hard for you not to just.. touch the booty.

To be fair, he loves to keep his hand (and hand print) on your butt, too.

Art by Amai actually just posted Rhysand butt fanart. Enjoy it below

Cassian-

John Cena has been described as having a military grade ass with an inhuman body.

Cassian also has an inhuman body, so it makes sense that my guy has a military grade ass.

Cassian has butt muscles in places you didn't even know you could have butt muscles.

It is intimidating. Very intimidating.

But you LOVE watching this man walk. Especially when he's walking to the bathroom to grab towels for aftercare.

Azriel-

Azriel's ass surprised you in the best way.

Azriel is lean compared to Cassian, so his bubble butt shocked you.

Much firm. Still jiggle.

You were ready for this jelly.

Azriel gets super shy when you tell him how good his butt looks, but he's like that one friend who secretly loves it and makes sure to wear the same pants/skirt/shorts the next time they see you so you are in love with their deliciousness again.

Sometimes, you just sneak up on Azriel and accidentally squeeze. In front of his family. But don't worry. He squeezes yours back.

Tamlin-

I'm disappointed I can't find this gif when I need it.

We can all hate on Tamlin as much as we want, but SJM herself says the man is muscular.

I imagine Tamlin was worried about his arms and chest being thicker than his legs, so he started hitting legs and glutes hard.

Then, the next thing he knows, he has a damn shelf.

He hates when you touch his butt though. He'd prefer you touch him other places.

But you bet your ass he is touching yours

Lucien-

I stand by Lucien having Chris Hemsworth's body type.

Lucien had the perfect, truly bite-able ass.

You constantly have your hand in his back pocket.

You constantly are giving it a little smack so it jiggles.

You always walk behind him.

Lucien loves the way you worship his body. He's insecure about his scars, so you loving every inch of him helps.

Eris-

Daddy 🫠🫠

Eris has the captain America Dorito proportions build, and I hope all of you know *exactly* what I am talking about.

I imagine Eris as slim muscular, and when I decided to do these, I needed him to have Chris Evans's ass

I mean look at it

Imagine that ass in Eris's finely tailored clothing.

Imagine that ass getting off a horse.

You're touching him. Constantly. And he loves it.

He loves that you seem to think he's some sort of God.

And he really loves it when you touch his butt because you begged him to treat you as his equal, meaning that ass of yours is in his hands quickly.

Helion-

You know when a guys thighs are so thick they become one with his dump truck? Helion.

He actually requires a CDL for his ass.

You can't really tell until he's naked and turns around due to the thickness of his thighs, but this male has ass for days.

And his ass is FIRM. There is not an ounce of fat on him.

He considers his ass a trophy of sorts, so touching it is only for those privileged to.

Luckily you have that privilege.

Oh, look.. I included the Archeron sisters

Feyre-

Don't accuse me of doing our girl dirty, but I picture Halle Berry in her Catwoman suit when I think of Feyre's body.

The reason you can't accuse me of doing her dirty is because the things I'd do if Halle Berry told me to do them are extreme.

I picture Feyre as very lean, very cut, and she had the cutest baby bubble butt.

She's definitely the friend who thinks she has no booty until you help her find the right outfit for the booty.

She also blushes whenever you touch it.

She wishes it was bigger sometimes, but a few spanks in, and she's telling you she's perfect as she is.

I wish I could find a better picture of this 🫠

Nesta-

Nesta I also picture as tight and lean.

For some reason when I read her, I picture Adriana Lima, but with blonde hair.

Maybe it's because I think Nesta has sultry vibes?

Nesta tries to keep herself small. It's ingrained deeply into her head because of her mother and grandmother that she has to be small.

She's also constantly training, so it keeps her tight.

She may not have the biggest ass, but that thing is the best apple you've bit

Elain-

If you don't know by now, you're about to: elain at minimum is slim thick.

I personally see truly happy glowing elain as mid to plus size, and I'm hoping for mid to plus size elain once this stupid shipwar is over.

Right now, though, elain is slimthick.

She's still recovering from her spicy sadness days, and her recovery has her doing squats in the garden

Ass. For. Days.

It's why she actually doesn't wear pants. She tried once and every almost had a collective mass failure heart attack.

So now, her booty is reserved for you and you alone.

You love it when she wears cheeky things in the bedroom.

I imagine elain is super into impact play because she loves the way you compliment her recoil.

I think she's secretly proud of her booty. She just doesn't want anyone else to know. So sssshhhh.

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freesia-writes · 1 year

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Congratulations on the followers!! That's so awesome!! 😆😆

Could I ask for prompts 9 and 16 with my beloved Sergeant Hunter, please? 🥰🥰 Thank you so much!!

*whew* I needed to stop myself for this one! Might have to write a smutty continuation if the demand is there. ;)

Word Count: 3k Hunter x GN!Reader Content Warnings: wound care, PG-13 passion, nakey Hunter ;) thirsty inspiration from this drawing by @cloned-eyes

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#9 - You find an injured clone who was somehow (conveniently) left behind, thought dead, and instead falls under your care… and falls under your spell… ;)

#16 - "I've seen the way you look at me, when you think I'm not looking. You don't think I've noticed…"

HUNTER

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He groaned suddenly, rolling his head from one side to the other and startling you out of your drowsing. You sat up quickly, brushing the hair from your face and rising to your feet, at his side immediately. You were just in time to watch his large brown eyes open, fluttering a bit and roving the room quickly before focusing on you with a hawklike stare. With a sharp inhale, he tried to sit up, brow furrowed, a small grunt of pain escaping him as you put a hand on his shoulder.

“Your ribs are cracked; you need to stay still for now,” you said softly, trying not to focus on the muscles rippling across his chest and the sensation of his sweaty bare skin under your palm. Some hair scattered across his forehead as he slowly laid back down with a wince.

“Where am I?” he croaked, and even after being unconscious for hours, the gravelly tone of his smooth voice sent shivers down your spine. What was wrong with you? It felt as though you’d never seen a man before, and you were starting to want to kick yourself for the absolutely ridiculous way you felt smitten for someone you’d only seen passed out. You couldn’t deny that you’d thoroughly enjoyed wrapping the large gash on his bicep, as well as the one on his thigh, and had been grateful that he hadn’t been awake to see you ogling his sculpted limbs while you treated his wounds.

“Uh, in my room…” you admitted, cringing a bit as his eyes flashed at you. “Sorry -- on Pantora. I was coming home from a late shift and found you in a clearing… It looked like something had blown up, maybe a ship? I thought you were dead, but when you had a pulse… I couldn’t leave you there.”

“I need a comm,” he answered abruptly, again trying to sit up, getting halfway propped on an elbow with a grimace. His free hand grasped at his side, chest heaving with the pain and effort of simply moving and breathing. “Where are the others?”

“There were no others, at least not anywhere near you,” you said, holding a hand up in an attempt to soothe his apparent agitation. The dark tattoos across his face, chest, arms, and torso were mystifying -- as though he wanted his skeleton marked on the outside -- and you found yourself wondering if it went all the way… You shook your head to clear the thoughts and distracted yourself by answering him, “There’s a long-range transmitter in the local communication center that you can use, but if you move too much too soon, you’re going to cause more damage. I can send a message for you, if you’d like?”

He scrutinized you, taking in your earnest face, noting the slight blush creeping across your cheeks, and suddenly sensing your elevated pulse and blood pressure. His brows furrowed, trying to discern the threat. Were you afraid of him? Were you malicious? He took a deep whiff, wincing again at the sharp pain that stabbed him in the side in response, and his eyes widened slightly at the pheromones that gave you away, although you were completely unaware. A tiny smirk teased the corner of his lips, but he said nothing of it.

* * *

You couldn’t discern a word of the message you sent, nor the one you received in reply, but the man nodded when you relayed the information to him. It had been a jumbled mess of words that made no sense at all, and you couldn’t resist asking about it as you brought a small bowl of soup into your room.

“We like to keep things… covert,” he answered cryptically, kindling your interest even further.

Your tiny apartment left much to be desired, and you’d been sleeping on the couch. It had been a few days, and you wondered how long this would last. You’d offered to take him to the local infirmary, and had found yourself shockingly relieved when he declined. Instead, he informed you that he’d be picked up within the week. Something about a hyperdrive that you hadn’t really listened to, finding yourself distracted by the way a few hairs always seemed to dance across his forehead, held back by a red bandana with a skull on it. You chewed the side of your lip, wondering what it would be like to rake your fingers through that hair… And he suddenly chuckled out of the blue, snapping you out of your illicit daydreaming. You were clearly in a *mood*.

“What?” you asked innocently, angry at the blush that snuck onto your cheeks as though he had heard your thoughts out loud.

“Oh, nothing,” he answered, setting the soup bowl to the side. He’d been able to sit up, and was propped up with all the pillows in your home, as well as some bundled blankets.

“So secretive,” you mused, attempting a bit of playfulness to diffuse the tension you felt, “Are you even going to tell me your name? Or shall I call you Havoc 1 like your message?”

“Hunter,” came the silken reply, and you wondered if it were really his name or not. You echoed it quietly, relishing the way it rolled off your tongue. It had been a while since you’d been… intimate… and while you weren’t normally one to feel the craving spontaneously, this dark and broody stranger was fueling a fire within that you hadn’t felt in a long time. He was hitting every button you were an absolute sucker for -- strong man made vulnerable by injury, mysterious and alluring, and just the right mix of sharp and soft. You decided you might need to blow off some steam that night, if you could find some time alone…

“Okay, Hunter,” you said, wondering why he was still smirking at you knowingly. Perhaps it was just his thing… But it still made you wonder. “I have another bacta injection for you, if you want to try it out. You might be able to stand after this one.”

With a resigned huff, he leaned forward, pulling his shirt over his head with a stiff groan that made your dirty thoughts come flying back. He leaned to the side, reaching his arm forward to expose his side. You took the cap off of the syringe, looking at him apologetically as you placed a steadying hand on his ribs, a prickling sensation running up your arm at the feeling of his body heat. The injection was placed without a sound or movement from him, though you thought you could see the flash of a furrowed brow for a split second. He sat back, taking a slow, deep breath to test the waters, giving a small nod of approval.

“And now, we wait…” you said, shrugging as though you were in it together. “Are you still hungry?”

“I’m alright for now,” he answered, eyes scanning the bandage on his arm. “Though it might be time for a shower once I can get back on my feet.” He looked up to you as he said the last part, a fiendish glint in his eye that caught you off guard. Did he know what he was doing to you? You’d tried so hard to appear neutral around him. Or was he a pervert? The last thought came unbidden and unexpected, and you laughed out loud before you could catch yourself.

“Now it’s your turn to laugh at nothing?” he asked with a grin, and you nodded, returning his smile with a spark of joy in your chest.

“Well give it an hour or so, and you should be able to stand,” you informed him. You rose to your feet, shifting awkwardly. You wanted to give him privacy, but also enjoyed his company, in more ways than one. Without the excuse of bringing him food, you were at a loss. But perhaps… it was worth a try… “The time might pass more quickly if you were distracted?” you offered, “If you’d like to chat? Or, if you want to rest, of course, that’s fine too…”

“Distracted, eh? You going to dance for me?” he crooned, his smoky voice sounding even sultrier than usual and making your stomach do a flip. You began spluttering an explanation, but he laughed, waving a hand to indicate his jest and relieve you from your frantic backtracking. “I’m just kidding,” he said, with a rumbling laugh that made him wince as much as it felt like velvet on your ears. “There aren’t many details I can tell you, but perhaps you have a story or two you’d like to share?”

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Another day passed, punctuated with meals, conversations, and a growing affinity for the complexity of the man in your care. The food in your fridge had dwindled, sending you out for a few necessities. You grabbed some extra snacks at the store, wondering what else Hunter might like, and arrived home with a precariously full bag in each arm. Kicking the front door shut behind you and setting the bags on the counter, you peeked through the door of your bedroom, noticing with a start that he wasn’t there. You glanced frantically around the apartment, which was incredibly tiny and didn’t provide many hiding places, and then it dawned on you that the only other place he could be was the refresher. As though the realization had beckoned him audibly, the door swung open, and Hunter stepped out, causing your stomach to clench in a spasm so tight you had to swallow involuntarily.

He had a towel wrapped around his waist, but apparently hadn’t found the body towel tucked in your cupboard, instead opting for the medium-sized hand towel you left hanging on the hook. It fit tightly around his snatched waist, where he held it with one hand, but split open on the outside of one thigh, revealing that yes, the tattoo did indeed go the whole way… You jerked your eyes back up to his, but that wasn’t much better -- his hair fell around his face in damp waves, and he looked incredibly vulnerable somehow without the bandana. He lifted his free hand to his head, running it through his hair to shake out some excess water, a few droplets scattering across his bare chest and shoulders. You gasped audibly, and he looked at you in response, so you turned into an incredibly fake yawn as an attempt to mask it.

“Long day, huh?” he asked with a chuckle, walking slowly toward the bedroom, providing a revolving view of his side, then his back… Your heart was pounding in your chest so loud, you were positive he could hear it. It should be illegal, what he was doing… The way he looked… The sudden wafting scent of soap that reached your nose as he passed by. It was your own soap, damnit, so why did it smell so intoxicatingly good? It wasn’t fair. He disappeared into your bedroom, rummaging for his blacks, and then he called your name, causing you to clamp shut your slack-jawed mouth and come immediately. He was sitting on the side of your bed, covered by that tiny little towel, hair covering his face as he was bent over to inspect the gash on his thigh.

“I can wrap my leg, but if you wouldn’t mind helping me re-wrap this arm…” he said quietly, face as straight as an arrow as he looked up to you for a response. You nodded, words unable to get past your dry mouth, and reached for the gauze on your dresser, sitting down next to him precariously. He lifted his arm toward you slightly, and you brought your foot up to the top of the bed, providing your bent knee to hold his arm in front of your face while you tended to it. Absolutely refusing to meet his gaze, you studied the cut on his bicep with the intensity of a lifetime, as though it could save you from the positively feral state you were finding yourself in.

Hunter took a deep breath, as though he were simply taking it all in, and he let it out slowly, watching you from the side. He could see and hear the blood rushing in your veins, he could smell the undeniable signals of your attraction, and he could feel the palpable tension at the close proximity you found yourselves in. Your hands trembled slightly as you wound the gauze around his arm, and you cursed them for their betrayal of your nervousness.

“Thank you,” he said huskily, and you finally met his gaze. “For all of this. I don’t think I said it before. But I appreciate all you’ve done.” His hawkish features softened, and your hand moved seemingly of its own accord, lifting to his face, where one of his wet chunks of hair had crossed his forehead from the side it was supposed to fall on. You brushed it back to its rightful place, watching the tiny smile grow on his face, and once it was satisfactorily placed, you slowly started to lower your hand. It took all the effort you had to force it to continue down to your lap instead of resting on his cheek, tracing the outline of his tattoo, brushing along his sharp jawline.

Suddenly, his hand intercepted it, startling you and sending a shockwave through your body. He held it tenderly, as though he had read your thoughts, and lifted it to his face, pressing a meaningful yet impossibly gentle kiss against the back of it. Your mouth fell open, a sharp inhale giving away your surprise.

"I've seen the way you look at me, when you think I'm not looking. You don't think I've noticed…" he purred, lowering both hands to his lap, and the heat rushed into your face with a vengeance, setting your cheeks on fire. “I’m afraid you’re not quite as subtle as you’d hoped, although I’m a bit more perceptive than most…” Your foot slipped off the edge of the bed, and in a complete and total panic, you leapt to your feet, facing him with contrived indignation.

“I… sorry… I don’t know what you mean! I just… You…” you spluttered your defense, although the delivery was working wholeheartedly against you. Taking a step backward, you tripped over the leg of the chair and thumped into the wall. Smooth. Standing up and pushing your hair out of your face, you looked back to him just in time to catch the flash of a smirk as he rose to his feet as well, moving slowly and stiffly, still clutching that little tease of a towel. He approached slowly, as a predator stalking its prey, with a smoldering intensity in his eyes that threatened to make your knees buckle. He lifted his free hand, placing it on the wall next to your head, and leaned in at an agonizingly slow pace.

“So… You’d probably like me to stop this, then?” he rumbled, bringing his chest and face within inches of yours. You looked to the ceiling, praying for any sense of guidance or self control or anything, but felt nothing but the overwhelming craving washing over you from head to toe. You swallowed, hard, clenching your fists at your sides. But wait… He clearly wasn’t put off by your infatuation… Or why would he be doing this? Was he toying with you? Or did he share the attraction? You lowered your eyes to his, taking in the honey brown pools of emotion and depth, and slowly lifted both hands to his chest, tentatively resting them as though the heat radiating off of him might burn you.

“Hunter,” you whispered… And his hand lowered from the wall to your cheek, cupping it gently and tracing down to your chin, thumb brushing feather-light across your lower lip.

“I should back off, shouldn’t I?” he asked, and you felt as though you were about to explode. There were no words, just a sheer rush of passion that threatened to tear you apart. So you leaned forward, sliding your hands up his chest and over his shoulders, digging them into his back and pulling him into you, pressing your lips against his with a desperation that thoroughly gave you away. He breathed a chuckle against your mouth, the most satisfying sound you could have imagined, and parted his lips slightly to deepen the kiss and send you into complete oblivion.

His hand slid around your head, gently cupping the base of your skull with a balance of firmness and tenderness, and your lips met again and again, fanning the flame of desire raging between the two of you. His nose pressed into your cheeks, arms flexing around you, drowning you in the sheer bliss of his presence. He pulled away for a moment, giving you a breath of air, and instead lowered his lips to your jawbone, then your neck, then your collarbone. You wrapped one hand around his waist, pulling his hip, and one hand roved into his hair, fingers winding through his wavy locks and clenching in a sudden fist. The guttural moan that escaped him in response goaded you on, and you used both arms to pull him against you as firmly as you could.

A sharp cry of pain broke you apart, and you staggered back in shock and confusion, realization dawning on you as he bent over slightly, clutching his side with his free hand, breathing laboriously. You babbled your apologies, feeling rotten to the core for not remembering his injuries. He waved dismissively, slowly standing up with a grimace that faded into a grin. You stood there, staring at each other for a moment, awash with all that had just happened, until you rasped a coy suggestion.

“Are you sure you don’t need help wrapping your thigh?”

Oh lord, we did a smutty part two…

#bad batch fic #tbb fanfiction #the bad batch fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #hunter bad batch #hunter x reader #hunter #tbb hunter #the bad batch hunter #hunter x you #hunter one shot #tbb one shot #bad batch one shot #the bad batch #tbb #bad batch #star wars the bad batch #star wars tbb

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mamawasatesttube · 5 days

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3, 4, 6, 14, 18, and 19 for the fanfic writer asks!

3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

the courage of stars!!!! it marinated in my head for a WHILE before i was even able to put it into words. im pretty happy with how it turned out!!! kon is in the microwave <3 rotating <3

4. How many WIPs do you have right now?

11 total in my wip folder, which is honestly... a way smaller number than it could be/has been sdkfh

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

lately ive been going back to meg's single dad clark au 🥺 lois bonding with baby kon save me.

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

OOOHH i think midnight sun would make a really fun comic or animation... you could really get the kon scary alien creaturisms visualized, esp like the tapeta lucida when he first shows up, or the kontrast of when he's kneeling and being all soft with tim while there are four (4) immobilized and terrified rando goons behind him. hehe.

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

oh god. what lines have i ever written in any fic, ever. uhhh... OH i do still like this passage from "the courage of stars":

It’s kind of funny. He came here, running away from Earth to escape his problems, and yet they followed him. What’s a guy to do when he’s haunted by his own ghost?

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

WELL i've been picking at the timkon red sun projector one, so... snippet under the cut!!! note that it IS an explicit fic (although this part isnt exactly there yet bc im like 4k in and theyre not even fully nakey yet akjsdhf) (but. yknow. highly suggestive themes)!!

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Tim presses an open-mouthed kiss to his back as he eases the straps of the dress down Kon’s arms. He trails his mouth along the curve of Kon’s shoulder as he pushes one strap down his arm, and a pleasurable shiver runs down Kon’s spine. The dress slips down, lower.

“God, you’re so pretty,” Tim murmurs. He kisses one, two, three spots that feel random, but Kon knows (from many kisses before) that they’re where he has the most visible freckles on his back. One is just below his shoulder, another further down near his spine, and a third and fourth close together on his other shoulder blade.

Kon lets out a pleased hum, breathless. Tim’s hands wander, and Kon leans back into him a little. Tim doesn’t want him touching him back, yet, so—all he can really do is stand here and focus on Tim’s touch. “Mm.”

Tim nuzzles the back of his shoulder as he keeps sliding the dress down Kon’s body. It’s at his hips now, and Tim abandons it for a moment to slide his hands around Kon’s bare waist. He skims his palms along Kon’s ribs, traces the undersides of his pecs, and runs his fingers lightly over Kon’s nipples.

Kon sucks in a breath. He normally doesn’t notice, but—the air in their bedroom is slightly cool against his bare skin, and Tim’s teasing little touches only make the heat of his skin that much more striking. Sparks shoot through him as Tim feels up his chest, his chest warm against Kon’s bare back. Kon can feel the buttons on Tim’s shirt pressing into his bare, tender skin, can feel the barest touch of Tim’s nails as he skims them across his chest.

“Tim,” he murmurs, his heart pounding.

Tim’s lips brush his neck. “My clone boy.”

He lightly pinches one of Kon’s nipples, harder than usual—or maybe it’s that it just feels harder than usual. Sparks fly straight from Kon’s chest to his core, and Kon squeaks. “Ah!”

Tim’s breath tickles against his neck as Tim chuckles, his voice low and warm. “You’re extra sensitive here now, huh?”

“I—I guess,” Kon manages, squirming a little as Tim toys with his chest, both hands warm against him. “Nnh…”

Tim pinches his nipples again, rolls his thumbs over them, and hums. It’s a flirty, teasing touch that doesn’t linger; he moves on, caresses Kon’s collarbones and rubs down his sternum, and kisses his shoulder some more.

Then, abruptly, he pushes the dress down over Kon’s hips. It falls to the floor, pooling around his feet; Kon can feel the press of Tim’s belt buckle into his back, the metal cool against his skin, and it hits him: Kon is here, in his hands, at his mercy, vulnerable in more ways than one. Tim is fully clothed, in control, while Kon’s standing here in just a pair of black, lacy panties, with a red sun projector pressed against his throat.

#answers #peacheel #timkon

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russellsppttemplates · 10 months

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A lol and kinda smut moment for George Russell and wife reader where they are laying in bed after sex and forget Olivia is in her walking phase and almost waddles into your and George bedroom after her nap

Tw: mentions of smut

When George decided it was way too hot in the house to wear a t-shirt and paraded around in your favourite shorts of his, it didn't take long after you put Olivia down for her nap for him to be in your bed, clothes shed on the floor while you enjoyed having eachother close.

"Is that feeling good for you, darling?", George said while kissing your chest, knowing fully well by the way you are squeezing him that you are close to coming undone. Once you got your breath back after it all, you laid on top of George, your fingers combing through his curls while his hands caressed your back and boobs, occasionally kissing your shoulders, "Is she still asleep?", George asked, making you look for the monitor and seeing Olivia laid on the mattress on the floor. You and George had plans of rearranging her bedroom this afternoon but it had obviously taken a turn, "yeah, she is. I think we can do it as well", you suggested, snuggling your face in his neck and allowing yourself to close your eyes for a bit.

Tiredness must've have made its way into both you and Geoge since none of you had heard Olivia wake up and head into your room, only waking up when you felt someone push the duvet away from you, "I'm cold, George", you mumbled, only hearing a little giggle, "daddy's nakey!", you heard your daughter shriek before she giggled again, patting his chest to wake him up, "Oh, look who we have here!", your husband said while picking her up, making sure you had pulled the duvet back over you, "mummy's nakey too!", she said, her hands going straight to grab your boobs, "that is something we both agree on, little one!".

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

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rustboxstarr · 1 year

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Lovers Lake

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Girlfriend reader

PLUSSIZE!!!!

Warnings: Jealous Eddie, unwanted attention, teasing, smut!, p in v sex, shower sex, kissing, nakey nakey

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“We don’t even have swim stuff” Steve pointed out as he followed reluctantly behind you leading the group with a grin. “So? We can just swim in our underwear” you responded.

“Oh great” Eddie said sarcastically “shut up, you love seeing me in my underwear” you retorted as you stepped out onto the small beach.

“Well I think it sounds fun!” Robin said excitedly as she ran to the water. “See” you gestures towards Robin, “just because you’re wimps doesn’t mean we all have to be”

“Yeah well you guys swim, I’m not even dipping a toe” Steve crossed his arms “me neither” Eddie added, you just rolled your eyes.

The two other girls undressed but Eddie's eyes were only on you as he watched you slip your t-shirt off. He was not that keen on seeing what was concealed.

Underneath you had worn, in preparation for the night ahead with Eddie, your black lacy bra, nipples clear as day with straps criss crossed against your chest, and in the back the straps crossed again, a black lace butterfly flat against your back.

He quirked his eyebrows at you. “What?” You asked annoyed as you unbuttoned your Jean shorts “you’re wearing that?” He looked stunned as you pulled your shorts down.

You wore a simple lace thong with a matching butterfly to cover your mound, the thin string tucked between your thick cheeks.

“Holy shit y/n you’re making me more gay than before” Robin joked seeing your attire. You laughed. “Keep your hands off her” Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you away from her. You laughed at him.

“Haha yeah, I’d switch teams if I knew that was on the table” Nancy joked. Steve laughed at his ex-girlfriend awkwardly as he turned to look at you. His face fell.

His eyes widened as he saw you pull the waistband up over your hips, your round thighs, stomach, hips and breasts on display for anyone to admire.

Eddie frowned at his friend “keep your eyes to yourself Harrington” he said annoyed, not a trace of a joke in his tone but you still laughed at him. So protective, it was hilariously funny.

“Ok see you later wimps!” Robin blew a kiss and walked out into the water, Nancy following behind.

You stepped forward to give Eddie a quick kiss but his hand grasped onto your hips tightly and brought you close. His lips sunk into yours softly as your hands went to his shoulders.

Robin laughed at his insecurity behind you and splashed water on to Nancy. Steve looked at the girls, trying not to look at the two of you clearly wrapped up in your own world.

Finally he let you go, the need for oxygen overcoming him. He let out a breath as you turned around, he quickly squeezed your ass and you giggled as you walked towards the water, somehow quite graciously walking in.

Hands on the waistband of your thong you stepped in the water. Eddie watched from a distance as your thighs rubbed together smoothly from the water. Your hips swerving and your ass moving from side to side.

He admired your shape as the rolls of your back moved and your skin jiggled with each step. He swallowed hard as he realised his growing erection straining against his boxers.

Robin and Nancy were fully submerged in the water as you came up to them, your hands gliding along the surface around you.

You turned around and grinned at your boyfriend awkwardly stood watching you and leaning into the water, your back hit the cold as your foot rested in the air.

You laughed as you fell into the water, immediately getting splashed in the face by Robin, you splashed her back and tackled her.

“It’s actually a lot nicer than I thought, I thought it would be freezing” Nancy admitted as she played with the water.

You see Eddie out of the corner of your eye picking your clothes up and fling them over his shoulder to keep them off the sand. You smiled “haha that’s cute” Robin pointed out. “What’s up with him by the way?” She asked with a frown.

You laughed “Don’t think he was so keen on me walking around in this” you gestures to your lingerie “were you hun?” You turned to him and smirked “shut up” he grinned back.

“Eddie!” Robin yelled “can you pass me that ball over there?!” She shouted and pointed towards a discarded football in the sand that she had just lay her eyes on.

He walked over, picked it up and walked back to the shore. He held his hand up, throwing it to the group of girls, just as you witnessed your clothes falling off his shoulder and landing in that water.

“Oooh my gooooddd” you groaned with you face in your hand “oops, sorry” he made an awkward face and bent down to pick the soaked clothes out of the water.

“You’re an idiot” you pointed out as you began walking back up to the shore “yeah sorry” he gave you an apologetic grin.

“Man!” You complained as you took the heavy clothes from him and inspected them “when I’m dry you’re giving me your jacket” you demanded, pointing at him with manicured nails.

Nancy and Robin walked out and stood in the sand waiting for the early summer sun to dry them off.

Once they had dried and were putting on their clothes as you sat in Eddie's lap, his legs crossed and holding his jacket over your shoulders. The back of it rested against your chest as you leaned on Eddie's shoulder, seeking heat from him.

“Alright, you girls done with your excursion? Can we go now?” Stev complained. “Yeah yeah, come on”

You all made your way back into the woods and stepped over the dry earth. You felt awkward walking in just your underwear and a pair of blue converse, exposed, vulnerable but still somehow extremely confident. You made it to the comfort of Steve’s car. “Nance, why don’t you sit in the front?” Steve smiled as he unlocked his car.

“You kicking me out man” Eddie joked as he held his hand to his chest. “Yup” he gave Eddie a grin and ducked under the roof of the car.

Sat in the car were four clothed adults and a very naked y/n.

You leaned against Eddie as he sat by the window, his hands running up and down your soft skin to give you heat. You shuddered as the aircon came on “can you put the heat on please! Some of us are naked here!” You joked at Steve.

He turned the heat up and you snuggled into your boyfriend's chest. Your elbow came to rest on his thighs, conveniently placed on his crotch.

You froze when you came in contact with a very hard cock concealed within his jeans. You turned to look up at him with wide eyes. Eddie began whistling and over dramatically looked around the car.

You snorted at him “What?” Robin asked, “What's so funny?” She always had to know what was going on “I can’t explain, Eddie can you help me?” You joked as he gave you an annoyed glare.

“She probably noticed he’s hard” Steve’s voice came from the front seat. “What?” Nancy asked, “Excuse me?” Robin's voice was heard “what are you doing looking at my dick?” Eddie accused.

The group chuckled at his comment. “Yeah well if you weren’t awkwardly trying to hide it the whole time I wouldn’t be laughing” Eddie closed his eyes at the whole car hearing his way of handling his arousal.

“Yeah dude was going like this” Steve cowered against the steering wheel, both hands on his crotch to imitate Eddie.

You and Robin burst out laughing. “Is he hard?” She asked wheezing “yeah” you could breathe “I was just lying there and oops there it was” you laughed.

Eddie curled into the corner, his hand prominently on his cock trying to conceal it “this is why girls are superior, we can hide our arousal, you guys can’t” Robin explained.

“Oh please! Every time you see a hot girl you start clenching your thighs and you get all stutters and shit” Robin gasped at Steve’s statement.

“You can see that?!” “Yeah only because you can’t stop staring at her” Robin's head fell into her hands as she groaned.

The car came to a halt outside Eddie's trailer and he opened the car door. You stepped out, Eddie carrying your bundle of clothes as he thanked Steve for the ride.

“I’m gonna have a shower” you announced as you’d untied your shoes and slipped them off, Eddie already spread out on the couch. “Ok” “you gonna join me or?” You asked expectantly.

“Oh I didn’t realise that was an option” he jumped off from the couch. “No no it’s ok, you don’t wanna shower with your insanely hot girlfriend I’ll just shower by myself” you joked running towards the bathroom.

“No no no, I’m coming in with you” he followed. You were just about to slip through the door when his large hands clasped around your waist pulling you back. You squeezed as he fell forward with you in his grasp.

Stumbling into the bathroom Eddie regained his stability and placed his hand on your hips turning you around. He leaned down and gave you a deep passionate kiss, you pulled him with you towards the shower as he once again stumbled forward.

You stopped at the threshold slipping your thong down. He watched in awe and quickly ripped his jacket and t-shirt off.

You unclasped your bra and let it fall to the floor and stepped backwards into the shower. You laughed as you witnessed your boyfriend rush to unbutton his jeans and pull them down his legs.

His semi hard cock sprung free as he stumbled into the shower, his feet held back by his jeans. He kicked them off and stepped into the shower, replacing his hands on your hips and forcing you against the wall.

You squeal at the contact of your smooth skin on cold porcelain, Eddie takes the chance to reach behind you and just as the freezing cold water hits you he slides back in the shower avoiding the spurt of cold.

You squeal as freezing water drenched your body, “you asshole!” You shout as you slap his arm. He laughs at you and reaches back again to change the temperature.

Just as you open your mouth to scold him he connects his lips with yours, you melt into his touch as he wraps his arms around you.

Stood under the stream of warm water you hold each other so tightly you think you’ll pass out. A switch turns in Eddie's mind and he pushes you back into the wall. He lightly taps your hip and you jump.

His hold body pressing against you to keep you stable on the wall he slips into you grinning. A loud moan escapes your lips as you feel his slick cock as he easily glides in.

“Jesus Christ how are you this wet” he amazes, panting as his thrusts into you you breathe a “shut up”.

With both hands on your upper thighs connecting to your ass he pushes his pelvic into you, earning loud moans with each thrust.

You clench around him as he grazes you g-spot “mother of-“ he groans at the pressure around him. You search for his lips, kissing his face until eventually you both connect.

Tongues dancing around he thrusts his pelvis into you as you bounce on the wall. You feel a light relaxed sensation build around your walls as he thirst faster, feeling you clench around him.

“Shit” he breathes, “fuck fuck I thin I’m gonna” you start, getting cut off by a loud moan you throw your head back, resting it against the wall.

Your lips agape and your eyes rolled back in your head you feel that satisfying sensation build.

He placed his head between your hanging breasts, his back curved as he forced his hips into you at a lovely pace.

You moan loudly as your light orgasm washes over you. Your action only earring a groan from Eddie as he forces his hips into you even faster, chasing his own release.

You don’t realise when his warm liquid shoots thick ropes into you but you know he’s cum when his hips slow and you can feel his cock softening inside you.

He lets out a satisfied groan as he slowly pulls out of you and carefully lets you back down. His head rolls on his shoulders as you pant to find your breath.

The water still streaming above you, you close your eyes. He pants “why don’t we, hu wash up hu” he breathes heavily mid sentence.

You wash your body and a few minutes later you're wrapped up in a fluffy red towel making your way into Eddie's room.

Just as you walk through the door his arms wrap around you and his head nestled into your neck. He gives you a light kiss as he whispers a quiet “I love you” from behind you. You kiss what you can reach, his temple and whisper an “I love you” back.

Twenty minutes later you're curled into his side under a blanket, wrapped in one of his t-shirts, he secretly bought especially so they would be large on you, his own torso drowning in fabric when he wore it.

An amusing sitcom plays on the box tv as his hand amuses itself with curling strands of your hair.

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deafeningmoontragedy · 2 years

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Lovers Lake

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Girlfriend reader

PLUSSIZE!!!!

Warnings: Jealous Eddie, unwanted attention, teasing, smut!, p in v sex, shower sex, kissing, nakey nakey

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