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chris and the reader hate eachother but end up having to share a hotel bed

just tonight // chris sturniolo

summary: a trip with your friends turns into a hotel reservation mishap and having to share a bed with someone you hate part 2

It’s no secret that Nick Sturniolo is my best friend.

It’s no secret that Matt Sturniolo is like a brother to me.

And it is no fucking surprise to anyone how knows me and the youngest Sturniolo that Chris Sturniolo is the one person above all that makes me want to rip my hair out strand by strand.

I don’t even know how it all happened. It’s like it was meant to be. I don’t remember a time in my life where me and Chris Sturniolo weren’t bickering, throwing shit at each other, or calling each other foul insults.

To others, it is another form of entertainment to see our arguments in person, but to Nick and Matt, it’s the bane of their existence.

Their brother is mine.

Which is why I am more than shocked to hear that the four of us are heading on a trip to San Diego with no one else to help break up fights.

With Matt driving us, Chris sits in the passenger seat, blasting music that no one has a say on. Matt bops his head to a few songs, but as soon as he becomes comfortable with one, Chris changes it mid song.

“Hang on, I have a better one,” he says every single time.

Nick sits next to me, half asleep with chunky headphones over his ears, blocking out the sound of his brother’s music taste. I wish I could say I’m doing the same, but my airpods died 20 minutes into the drive, so I’m stuck in the backseat staring out the window, contemplating throwing myself onto the highway at 80 miles per hour.

We make a few stops along the way despite it being only around a two hour drive.

The first was for some food.

The second was because Chris ran out of his drink and insisted that he needed to stop for more.

The third was because Chris decided to dump his drink on me, so I had to change into something I had packed.

The fourth was because Chris then faced his consequences and had nothing to drink, making Matt stop again. He promised he wouldn’t spill it this time.

Then a fifth time because Chris had to pee.

When we finally arrived at the hotel, we dragged our few bags inside and made our way to the front desk.

“Hi,” Nick said to the woman. His eyes were droopy as he had just woken up, so he rubbed them a bit before continuing. “It’s under Sturniolo. Four rooms on the same floor.”

The young woman’s eyebrows cinched together, almost like she was worried she had made a mistake.

“The reservation is for three rooms,” she says instead, making Chris step forward like he is going to correct her. “And they are on different floors.”

“Woah, woah,” Chris interrupts, shaking his head. “I know you’re just doing your job, but we definitely put in four rooms. I don’t think anyone minds that we are on different floors, but we’re going to need a fourth room if that’s what we paid for.”

The woman’s eyes scatter across her screen before she frowns slightly. “I’m really sorry, but we don’t have any other rooms available.”

Chris spins around, tossing his hands up slightly. “What are we going to do?”

“Why can’t one of you share a room?” I suggest the obvious.

Nick jumps in first. “If you guys want me to edit all your shit, then I need my own room. I won’t be able to focus and get it done if there’s someone else.”

“Okay,” I nod, knowing he has work to do. “Then Chris can stay with Matt.”

Chris’ face scrunches in disgust. “No way. He snores.”

I roll my eyes at his childish answer. “We don’t have any other options right now.”

“One of us is going to half to share with her,” Matt concludes. Chris makes a face as if to say ‘Not me!’

I scoff at how they’re talking about me while I’m standing right here. “Hello! Why can’t I get my own room since I’m the only girl!”

I’m ignored.

“Let’s play rock paper scissors for the room,” Matt suggests, making Chris roll up his sweatshirt sleeves as if he’s preparing.

Matt wins.

Chris’ eyes shoot open. “Best two out of three.”

“Nope,” Matt says as he grabs his room key off the desk and heads to the elevator.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” I mumble, walking behind Chris and following him to our shared room.

I would have been quiet so Nick could work, but he was so adamant about being alone that I never even got the chance to suggest that alternative. This stupid room situation is just the fucking icing on the cake after the car ride with Chris. It’s no surprise that my luck would put me in the same room as him somehow.

I brace myself for when Chris opens the door, expecting only one thing because it’s the obvious, but I still pray for a miracle.

No miracle.

There’s one bed.

I toss my bags on the bed before he can. “Dibs,” I call out immediately.

Chris kicks his shoes off. “That’s not fair. How are you gonna dibs a bed? Where am I supposed to sleep?”

I point to the balcony. “Out there. Just pray a rabid squirrel doesn’t bite you while you sleep.”

He fake smiles at me. “Very funny. You’re lucky I’m too fucking tired after the ride to argue with you.” He flashes his phone screen at me, revealing the time. 2:12 a.m. We left at night to try to beat any traffic and so we could have an extra full day in San Diego. “Let’s just go to bed and hope we’re too tired to realize what a shitty situation this is.”

I dig out some clothes from inside a duffel bag I brought, trying to find something to wear as pajamas. Since I was under the assumption I would be in my own room, I didn’t pack any pajama shorts or even athletic shorts that would do the job. I usually just sleep with a big shirt and underwear, and this was certainly not what I was anticipating.

I let out a sigh and turn around to face Chris. I hate asking for his help.

“Do you have any shorts or sweatpants I can wear to bed?”

He looks at me like he’s confused by my question. His tiny brain cells can usually only handle sentences with five words or less.

“Why didn’t you pack any?” he asks me instead.

“Because I normally sleep half naked, which I’m not doing with you here. So can I please wear shorts or something of yours to bed?”

He grins. “Say please again and maybe I’ll think about it.”

“I’ll scrub the toilet with your toothbrush while you sleep,” I threaten.

He reaches down and tosses me a pair of his boxers. “I would give you basketball shorts but they wouldn’t fit you. Plus I only have my celtics ones and they’re too nice for you to fuck up.”

I take his boxers and stand with my clothes in my hands, looking at him.

He looks at me like he has a problem with me. “Do you need anything else?” he says in a snippy tone.

“Go to the bathroom,” I instruct him.

“Why?”

“So I can change?” I say as a question, shocked and confused at how stupid he can be sometimes.

He rolls his eyes and crouches to his bag. “I’m not fucking looking. Just change.”

In an attempt to withhold us from fighting in the first ten minutes of us being here, I sigh and turn around, facing the curtains covering the window. I peel my shirt off and toss it on a chair, putting on an old t-shirt instead. I turn around quickly, making sure Chris isn’t watching. He’s sitting on his phone. I yank my pants off and tug on his boxers before he has a chance to peek.

“You done?” he asks.

“Yeah. I’ll go to the bathroom so you can change.”

I grab my toiletries bag so I can brush my teeth and wash my face while I’m in there, but as I make my way to the door, Chris steps in front of me. Looking at me, he pulls his shirt off from over his head. “That’s all I have to do. Now I’m dressed for bed.”

Do not look at his body. Do NOT look at his body.

“I still have to go to the bathroom,” I say anyway.

He gestures his hands to my destination and follows me in, brushing his teeth alongside me and watching me as I do my skincare. Before I have a chance to snap at him and tell him to go away, he does just that. I almost ask him why he did leave, throwing myself off. I shouldn’t care. I don’t care.

He’s laying on our bed. I have to remind myself that this is just a shitty situation before sliding in next to him, still keeping a distance. We sit in silence for some time, both of us still scrolling aimlessly on our phones, trying to distract ourselves so we don’t have to talk. Finally, I have enough of the silence, and I am suddenly on the hunt for answers.

I turn over in bed, now facing him. He side eyes me as he notices my change in position. “Do you need something else?” he asks.

“Why are you so mean to me?”

He lowers his phone from his gaze momentarily as he thinks. He settles on, “You’re mean to me too.”

“It’s different,” I argue.

“This is just how I am,” he continues. “I act this way with my brothers. Maybe you’re just not used to it yet.”

“It’s still different, Chris.”

He shrugs, not saying anything else, so I do.

“I feel like we could get along well but you don’t give me the chance. You never noticed we have the same taste in music and a lot of other similar interests? It’s like you don’t want to admit we could have something in common and I don’t know why.”

“I’m not petty like that,” he says instead. “I’m not going to blow you off because I don’t want us to have the same interests.”

“Then what is it,” I continue to push him.

“Can you just shut up and go to bed?” he snaps.

I seriously couldn’t have had a worse roommate.

I turn over, finding myself back in silence.

“Are you going to need my boxers every night while we’re here?” he asks.

“I mean, this is all I’ve got, so yeah,” I answer without turning around.

It’s silent for a good 30 seconds before Chris breaks it.

“Why don’t you just keep them?”

My eyebrows furrow, my expression bold even though he can’t see my face. “Why?”

“They look good,” he mumbles.

“Huh?”

“You heard me.”

“I literally didn’t doofus that’s why I said huh?”

“I said they look good on you!”

My stomach flips.

Motherfucker.

“You want me to keep them?” I ask for clarification.

“I’m just trying to be nice,” he defends. “Don’t try to make it something it’s not. But even if I was trying to turn it into something else, you know you look good.”

Oh my god.

No, he needs to stop.

I turn around so I can face him again. “You think I look good?”

He rolls his eyes so hard this time that his head shifts. “Oh shut up.”

The more I stare at him to try to dissect his answer, the more I see his face turning a darker shade of red.

“Oh my god! You’re blushing!” I tease.

He sits up straight. “Am not!”

“You are too!” I laugh, pointing at him.

He smacks my hand away. “Stop it!”

Everything suddenly clicks. Every time he was mean to me. Every time he called me names.

But there were also the times he would stand in a corner with eyes shooting daggers when I would talk about a guy.

Everything makes sense.

“You like me,” I piece together.

“Do not,” he lies. “You wish.”

“I don’t have to wish because you do!”

“You’re being childish,” he says, bold coming from him.

“Just admit it so I can go to bed.”

Without an answer he shoves his hand into my shoulder, pushing me away from him. I do the same back, but when I expect him to do it again, he grabs my wrist and yanks me towards him instead.

We both halt before our faces touch.

I watch him gulp.

“Tell me not to do it,” he practically begs.

I know exactly what he’s talking about. I know we shouldn’t but I sort of just want to know what would happen. Would anything come out of it? Would we both decide it was stupid and we won’t talk about it ever again and swear it won’t leave this hotel room.

“I could do it instead,” I suggest.

He clearly doesn’t expect this from me. His eyes were somewhere else until I finished my sentence. That’s when they flew to meet mine.

He gives me one last look before grabbing my cheeks and pulling me into him. I fall forward, wrapping my arms around him for support before my lips settle into his. We mesh together perfectly, a long peck before our lips part and he’s trying to snake his tongue into my mouth. I let him, and I don’t even notice when one of my hands rakes through his hair.

One of his hands drifts down my body, clinging to my waist. His thumb plays with the band of his own underwear hugging my body.

I don’t know how long we have been doing this. All I’m focusing on is the few sounds that come out of our mouths, little moans and deep breaths, others being the sound of our lips fighting for dominance. Then there’s the sound of slight creaks in the bed as we shift around.

I’m caught by surprise when he pulls me into his lap, but thank god he does. I don’t move around on him. I don’t grind my hips into his. I don’t try to feel how big he is underneath his clothing.

I sit there with my arms around him, a lustful makeout turning into soft kisses again as he holds my cheeks, his thumbs stroking my face.

I pull away for a moment to catch my breath, and I watch his face fall.

“I’m sorry,” he says immediately. “I shouldn’t have done that. Oh my god that was so fucking stupid.” He runs his hands through his hair in frustration, but all I’m focused on is how his biceps flexed in the process.

I pull his arms back down, a measly excuse to have my hands on the toned muscle, but also to comfort him. “Hey, it’s fine. Why don’t we just go to bed, and we can talk about this tomorrow?”

He takes a moment to think before he nods, placing a kiss on my cheek before letting me lay down next to him. Our backs face each other. We both stare at the wall in our direction, our heads clouded with thoughts.

After some time, when I was positive he was asleep, I feel the bed shift as he flips over, his body now facing the same way as mine.

His pinky hooks with mine in the softest grip.

I let his hand linger, taking it slow before I drive this car off a cliff.

I face him, looking down at his chest before I place my head on it and kick my leg to lay over his. Our bodies cling to each other immediately. He holds me like he’s scared of letting go.

I can’t get over how good this feels. Just laying here with him.

But I also know tomorrow could be a shit show after these events, so I have just tonight to bask in this before it all goes to shit.

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ilovetulips · 1 year

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fem!reader x older!tattooartist!eddiemunson

part 2 !

WARNINGS : smut 18+ pls ,, age gap (ages aren’t rlly mentioned but r is 21, e is 39) ,, p in v and all the stuff that comes w it ,, lots of petnames ,, use of yn!

A/N : first smut ive ever written. so scared rn. hope u all like it

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you’d be lying if you said you weren’t absolutely petrified walking into the small hallway containing each tattooist’s room. your legs were shaking and your heart was pounding, so much so that your vision blurred as you stepped up to your assigned room.

“eddie munson”, you could eventually make out from the sign on the door.

entering the spacious room, you look around and take in the darkened walls littered with various drawings, the long bed on the left side covered in cellophane and the faint sound of music playing.

it took you a while to finally catch sight of the mess of dark curls on the right hand side, bopping his head to the music slightly, small grey hairs shining in the light and his hand scratching his pencil against the paper below him.

“h…hi.” you voice squeaked out in a stutter, sounding completely different to how you usually speak.

“can i help you?” he barks out rudely, not even turning to look at you.

“oh i’m sorry, i must’ve got the wrong room. sorry for disturbing you.” you begin to back out of the doorway behind you, before his brown eyes shoot up and meet yours.

“shit- sorry sweet thing, thought you were maria from next door. c’mere, sit down.” he gives you a cheesy smile while his eyes widen slightly. “you my 2 o’clock, yeah?”

your palms shine with a thin layer of sweat, originating from both excitement and nerves. “mhm, should be under the name y/n.”

“gottcha sweetheart, beautiful name. what’s a sweet thing like you doing in a place like this, hm?”he rolls over in his chair to where you’re sat on the bed, placing his large palms over your trembling knees.

he smirks down at them before focusing on you, his pupils blowing out and looking at your lips every now and then.

“it’s m’first tattoo… can you tell?” you look up at him shyly through your eyelashes, his face intimidating you - not that you were scared of him, he was just really attractive.

“yeah, you’re shakin’ like a leaf doll, but i’m here to help ya stay calm. whattcha thinking of getting?” he tucks a stray hair of your behind your ear before leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.

god his arms were consumed in ink, only adding to his attractive qualities.

———

you spoke to eddie about the design, placement and all necessary paperwork before you were relaxed on the bed, laying on your side and watching the boy prep his tattoo machine.

you had a few voice cracks and stuttered a bit while talking to him, mostly due to his stare shrinking you, but he had made you feel extremely calm while prepping you.

“mkay doll, gonna need you to lift that shirt up a tad for me n’ we’ll get started. no rush, you tell me when you’re ready and when you wanna stop. can you do that for me darlin’?” his chair rolls back over to you, his gun ready to go.

you nod your head and reach down to grab the hem of your shirt. you’re stopped, however, when eddie’s calloused hand covers yours.

“words, sweetness. need you to use ‘em.” he taps your skull with his other hand, and pinches the hem of your shirt with the other.

you can’t deny the blush tickling your face is because of him slowly driving you insane, but you’re not going to stop him. “i can do that.”

“for me?” he tilts his head, crows feet creasing around his eyes as he smiles.

“for you.” your lips stay in the oval shape as he moves your shirt himself, yet you can’t take your eyes of his own lips. you have no idea how old he is. late 30s maybe? is this wrong? you shouldn’t feel attracted to someone like 18 years older than you… right?

he catches sight of the band of your bra, all cute and lacy. now it’s his turn to blush slightly. he can’t help the wicked grin spreading across his features, such a pretty girl wearing such a pretty bra.

“now you tell me if it hurts too much, wouldn’t want to cause such a precious girl like you so much pain.” he’s good at this. really good at this. your face was now beet red, and your thighs were unconsciously clenching together. you hoped he wouldn’t notice - he did. and it went straight to his ego.

———

you’re about 15 minutes into the tattoo itself. eddie taking his time and meticulously placing every line with care. you can’t help the small noises you make when it becomes particularly painful, once again hoping he didn’t notice.

he stops with a sigh, the faint bzzing making the silence grow louder, and the tension more suffocating. “sweetheart, if you don’t stop making those pretty noises i’m not gonna make it through this tattoo.”

his darkened pupils look up at you through his curls gracing his forehead. you didn’t know how to react, so you just stared at him with parted lips and slightly widened eyes. you, luckily, were too oblivious to notice the amount of times he had to adjust himself in his pants, and the prominent boner he was sporting right now.

he knew it was “unprofessional”, but he had never had a client like you before. you walk in with a cute little shirt and skirt, lacy underwear and give him doe eyes while moaning to yourself and expect him to not react?

“m sorry… didn’t realise i was doing it.” you look away from him, trying to focus on the artwork on the walls, but only being able to focus on the growing wet patch in your underwear. he has a way with words, and he’s incredibly attractive.

“don’t have to apologise, i like ‘em. but they’re driving me insane over here princess.” he leans down to meet your eyes in front of your head. the tension was so intense you were practically choking on it. he can’t help but reach over and trace your lips with his thumb, pulling your bottom lip down while you let him do it.

“so pretty.” he mumbles, leaning back and patting your thigh before reaching to finish the tattoo. “want you to lie just on your back now, yeah? nearly there doll.” and so you do, until the pleasure pain was so much that you were arching off the bed, your breasts nearly spilling out the top of your shirt.

eddie was glad he was wearing jeans that day, so the wet patch of precum in his boxers wouldn’t soak into their material. you, however, were not glad to be wearing a skirt with such easy access to your underwear, and the larger wet patch soaking them.

“fuck- baby you can’t keep doing that. you’re makin’ it real hard to concentrate over here.” he rubs his hand over his face and reaches for the cup of water on the small table next to him.

“…sorry.” you smile sheepishly. “can we… uh take a break?”

“course princess, you want anythin’?” by anything he means a snack or some water - but you’d hoped the offer was for something else.

you shake your head no before looking back up at the ceiling. that didn’t last long until you could feel someone’s eyes on you - eddie’s.

he was sat, legs spread and arm leaning on it, his veins prominent in the hand pinching his lip. but his eyes were the most captivating, as they were black. full of lust and desire. you saw the affect you had on him, and to be honest you have never felt so attractive or turned on.

you turned your head to look at him, lolling it to the side before contorting your body fulling to the side. your skirt flicked up and caught your hip as you did, revealing your panties and causing eddie to groan.

he clamped his eyes shut before walking over to you, gripping your chin with his pointer finger and thumb and forcing you to look up at him. “i can’t tell if you’re doing this on purpose, or you’re just dumb.” his words shocked you.

“m not doing anything, eds.” you tilt your head to the side slightly, smirking as you did so. you weren’t doing it on purpose yourself, but maybe your body was just reacting naturally to him and doing it to make him look.

“eds? we’re on nickname basis now sweets?” he leaned down, his hot breath fanning across your lips as you squirm under his gaze. you nod dumbly as his hand travels to grip your jaw and rub his thumb across your lips again. you were practically panting, desperately trying to relieve yourself without him realising.

“you gone all shy now? after that whole performance?” he presses his lips to the base of your throat, peppering slow kisses up it’s centre before meeting your lips. “maybe i’ll just let you sort yourself out. who knows who else you’ve been a little slut for.”

a whine escapes your lips as he pulls away from your lips, missing his warmth. the name going straight to your cunt and making you needier.

“jus’ you. i promise. couldn’t help myself.” you mumble, looking down at your hands in your lap.

“don’t act all innocent with me angel, i know what you want, and you know what you were doing. want you to tell me what you want from me.” he crouches down in front of you, hands on your thighs and inching up slowly.

“need you to touch me. want you so bad.” you squeak out, shuffling about on the bed.

“oh yeah? want me to make you cum, sweet girl?” he peels back your skirt, your panties on full display as you lean on your elbows to look at him curse under his breath. he grips your knees and spreads your legs further apart, eyeing the wet patch between your legs.

“god you’re so wet, i can see it from here. got you all worked up hm?” he presses kisses on your inner thighs, watching you squirm until he roughly grabs your hips. his stubble scratching your thigh slightly as he kisses higher.

you hum in agreement, focused on the growing tension about to snap. that was until you felt his fingers pull at the sides of your underwear, pulling them down to show off your glistening folds.

he growls slightly, groaning at the sight before pulling your panties off and basically diving into your pussy. licking strips from your hole to your clit, humming and rolling his eyes back at the taste.

he was eating you out like a starved man, sucking at your clit and poking his tongue into your hole while you were a moaning mess above him. writhing and wriggling your hips, grinding into his face while you were overcome with intense pleasure. he brought his hand up, inserting a finger inside of you before lifting his head up and smiling.

“tastes like heaven, sweetheart. so so sweet f’me fuck.” he reaches that spongey part inside of you, your moans growing whinier as you reach your climax. he roughly covers your mouth with his hand, muffling the sounds you’re making before watching his finger plunge in and out of you.

he starts sucking at your clit again, mewling at the taste of you before adding a second finger to thrust into you. your eyes were rolling back into your head as he coached you to your climax. you failed to notice the poor boy practically grinding the floor, trying to find any way to relieve himself while relishing in your pleasure.

“you gonna cum baby? yeah? go on, cum all over my tongue darlin’”. he poked his tongue back into your hole before making his way back to your clit. he was sloppy, the sounds of him and his tongue filling the room and probably the hall next to it. you didn’t have time to think about it though before white fuzzies took over your vision, and the coil inside you snapped.

eddie slowed his pace down, but lapped at the hot white liquid spurting from your hole. he was basically kitten licking it by the time you’d snapped out of your intense climax. you’d slept with guys before, with women before, but none had ever made you feel like this.

so you grabbed him by his hair into a kiss, teeth clashing and tongues dancing. you hum sweetly at the taste of yourself being transferred from him to you, trailing your hands down his chest and towards his bulge. he looked big, but nothing could’ve prepared you what he was actually hiding.

he sat down, spreading his legs as you knelt down in front of him, holding his cock in your hand and staring at it. he hissed as the cold air hit his sensitive tip, sticky with precum. he chuckled darkly at your expression, grabbing his dick and slapping it against your cheek lightly a few times.

“you okay there, doll? you can take me.” he smirks, smug from your expression. you lean in, licking a stripe from his base to the tip and taking extra time to lick the prominent vein pulsing on the side. he groaned in pleasure, jutting his hips up into the air before you grasp him with both hands and lick his tip a few times.

you watch his face the whole time, scrunched up in pleasure and making him look so much more attractive. swirling your tongue around his tip and licking the precum away, you start to take him down your throat until your nose hits the base.

“fuuu-uck. where’d you learn that you little slut? used to suckin’ big dick are ya?” his groans are sent straight to your core, making you wetter than before.

you pull away with a ‘pop’, and look into his eyes. “you’re so big, eds. biggest i’ve ever seen.” you’re about to go down again until he grabs your face harshly, puckering your lips while he stands and looks down at you.

“don’t believe that. you gonna let me fuck your face now, sweetheart. quit teasin’.” he holds his cock, guiding his tip to your parted lips and thrusting his hips in slowly until you’re gagging. strings of curses tumble out of his mouth at the sensation as he pulls out and fucks your face harshly. his balls slapping on your chin while you moan and clench your pussy as he uses you as a fucktoy.

“such a good girl, letting me ruin your pretty mouth like this. fuck- perfect angel.” he’s holding your chin as tears flood down your cheeks from gagging so much. he’s thrusting so intense that your jaw is starting to ache.

“shit shit shit - gonna cum sweet girl. swallow it all f’me, be a good girl.” and so you did. hot ropes of his salty release coat your tongue and the back of your throat. you stick your tongue out at him, so he can see the dollops of him cum he left there before you swallow it all happily and sit up to kiss him again. watching you, eddie could feel himself getting hard again.

his tongue swipes over yours, both of your recent releases mixing together in your mouths. salty residues left at the corners of your mouths before you pull apart.

“bed. now.” he pants at you, walking you towards it until your back reaches it and you fall back. you spread your legs again, giving him a look at your pussy dripping with arousal again. he watched as a bead of the liquid travels down your thighs, before he laps it up and rubs his tip through your folds.

the sensation of his tip hitting your clit almost had you screaming, but you bit down on his shoulder instead as he sharply sucked air through his teeth.

“eddie- please.” you pant, the words coming out strained from desperation. hearing you beg for it did something to him, blood pumping to his tip more than before.

he plunged into you slowly, the burn of the stretch adding to your pleasure as eddie groaned. he went all the way in and stopped, kissing your collarbone before looking at you.

“feels so fuckin’ good. so tight for me.”

“move. please move- fuck.” he pulls his hips sharply, before slamming them back into pace and setting a rough pace to fuck into you at. he was so big, it felt like he was ruining your pussy and your organs. his tip prodding against your cervix, creating a bulge in your stomach that he pressed on.

“look at that. too big for your pussy to fit. fuck” the rough pace he set had led your moans into an incoherent string of words. you couldn’t process what was happening, just the intense pressure building in your stomach causing you to clench around him.

“y’fucked all dumb up there, angel? fuck- clenchin’ around me like that m’ not gonna last.” his hips stutter before falling back into their pace.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck” high pitched screams sound out of you, not caring who can hear anymore because it feels so good.

“my dumb girl, pussy’s made f’me isn’t she. god you’re perfect.” you can’t help but drool at his words, being fucked so dumb that you can’t remember words.

you clench harder around him, indicating you’re close as your moans mush together. his hips falter again, becoming overwhelmed by the wetness squeezing his cock. he reaches his hand down to your clit, and spits on your pussy before he spreads it around and rubs it in circles around the nub.

the sensation is so overwhelming, your orgasm crashes over you with no warning. you hadn’t even got a chance to warn eddie about needing to pee - which didn’t matter anyway as you squirted all over his dick. the lewd sounds still filling up the room as eddie doesn’t slow down.

“squirting all over me, fuckin’ slut. you’re gonna stay here till i cum, use you as my own little toy.” you were falling into being overstimulated, the climax still having it’s effects on you. but you notice him slowing his pace down.

“shit- gonna cum. can i cum in you, doll? feels so good i don’t wanna pull out. please?” he flops his head to your shoulder.

“please cum in me, eds. want you to cum so deep in me.” before you knew it, his warmth was spitting out of his sensitive dick, painting your inner walls white and mixing with your own release as he pulls out of you slowly.

the white liquid of both of your releases drips out of your hole, before eddie quickly puts your panties back on you to prevent it from dripping out, giving the puffy mound a few playful taps and causing you to hiss from overstimulation.

“want you to keep it all in there for me, like the good girl you are.” he kisses you sweetly before flipping your skirt back down and making sure you’re okay.

———

“that was the best sex i’ve ever had.” the man says next to you, arm around your shoulder as you trace the tattoos on his chest.

“me too. felt so good eds.” you smirk at the new nickname. you sit up and grab a pen from the table next to you. finding a space between the collage covering his body, you write your number down.

“i wanna see you again. call me?” you rest your chin on his chest.

“course i will sweetness.” he kisses your head before standing up and sitting back down in his rolling chair.

“y’wanna finish that tattoo now?”

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anakinsdove · 2 months

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𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝 | 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

pairing: scott barringer x ditzy!fem!reader

summary: Scott proves you he’s not so bad, soft of.

c/w: sfw, fluffy, a small awkward moment, Scott has a crush, a little bit of angst.

discord - twitter: anakinsdove

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。Love you

𝘄/𝗰 - 1,345

Scott is not that bad right? That’s a question that has been in your mind for too long, every other kid in the camp say he’s an asshole, arrogant and too much of a jerk, that he should get his head out of his butt. All of them are right.

It’s unfair… you’re supposed to be crushing on him, not the other way around, you’re supposed to stutter, not him! It’s driving him insane, that stupid smile of yours and your honey covered voice, he hates that he always has to catch you when you trip, how clumsy you are, he hates that he finds it endearing… you’re supposed to be annoying, not cute.

It’s getting harder and harder and harder to deny it every second however, the thing that he hates the most is how unaware you are of other people flirting with you!

I mean have you noticed at all how Auggie looks at you? How Ezra literally hits on you? No of course not, only he has.

“Dammnit!” he looks up from his magazine to see you holding your elbow in pain “What’s the matter?” He asks “I wasn’t looking” “You’re never aware of your surroundings…” “Hey! I was distracted… didn’t mean to” your voice gets smaller as you finish your sentence. “Oh no…” you say as you notice that your elbow is actually bleeding… it’s nothing bad, as bad a paper cut can be, but Scott wants to make a big deal out of it, looking for an excuse to touch you.

“You’re bleeding” “here” he says taking a band-aid out of his backpack “thanks” you hold out your hand to take it but he retreats “let me… you’re probably not smart enough to do it yourself” “sure…” you say confused.

Scott placed the band-aid over the non-existent wound and you smile muttering a small “thanks” he nodds. “What happened here?” Scott touches your cheekbone lightly with his fingers “Shelby opened the door… I was behind it” Scott can’t help it but laugh at this “And here?” He bops your nose “huh?”

“Why are you being nice?” You ask, it comes boldly, not the way you meant to say it “I’m not being nice, I’m being polite” Scott shrugs at this… “You’re being nice” “Whatever” “it’s nice” “Yeah but I’m not being nice I’m-“ “What’s that stuff in your hair?” You interrupt him…

“Huh? What?” Scott is taken aback when you touch his hair softly, pulling some dry leaf stuck in there, Scott realizes what you’re doing and grabs your wrist gently “I got into a fight” “With the ground?” He chuckles “Yeah…. Something like that” “You’re all disgusting” you say without any bad intention behind your words, his clothes are covered in dirt “thanks” you nod.

“When I played football… I got more bruises than when getting into fights” “I thought they give you protection for that” “Yeah well, not always works” “You should probably walk with an armor by the way… It’s the only way you won’t get hurt” “They’re just accidents” you say. “Small… meaningless accidents”

“This…” Scott starts, he was about to make a comment of the bruise on your cheekbone “This is- this…” he can’t finish the sentence he started, his blue eyes look intensely into your own, he swallows… he can’t help it but look at your lips..“what?-“

Then he kisses you, Scott kisses you, your stare is interrupted by the feeling of his lips on yours, he cups your cheek and leans in before you can react, he closes his eyes and enjoys this moment while it lasts… Scott can’t feel your lips moving or doing anything at all, he feels you push on his chest lightly, you’re not kissing him back.

He backs up slightly and looks at you, noticing that you look displeased by the kiss. “What's wrong?" He asked with concern as he lets go of you, worried that he may have crossed a line. “No kiss” you say with a small voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry" he says, backing up again "I, uh, got the wrong idea." He seems embarrassed that you didn't like the kiss "I, uh, I should probably leave" he mutters nervously.. Scott has never been rejected by a girl before…. He was really shocked by your reaction, he couldn't believe that you rejected his kiss. It was his arrogance taking control of his thoughts but, he just couldn’t understand, you must not feel the same way that he does. He can't believe that he read the situation wrong, and that you don’t like him like that. "Alright, I'll just go then" he mutters nervously as he backs away further, looking down at the ground embarrassed

You stand there in shock of what just happened… you like Scott, no- you don’t like Scott, he’s mean and arrogant and he said you were pathetic once, you’ve seen the way Shelby looks at him and Juliet and well every other girl in the world, you don’t like him, definitely, he stole your first kiss because his arrogance and ego got the best of him….

Then why do you want to run after him?

Scott walks to the bonfire, he’s pissesd… pissed at himself for misreading the situation, for liking you, because he had humiliated himself, because he likes you and you don’t like him back… he looks at the ground and behind that anger there’s sadness too…

Your legs move in automatic running to your door, you sprint in direction of the kitchen, tripping at least 3 or 4 times, bumping into Shelby, she gives you an angry look “Scott” you say breathlessly, “I’m Shelby, what do I look like him?” She says with her usual snarky tone you’re unable to catch “Yeah a little bit” you say…. she rolls her eyes and continues stirring the pizza dough, you make a quick mental note it’s pizza for dinner. “Wait Shelby, where’s Scott?” You try again. “I haven’t seen him” you leave disappointment written all over your features, leaning against the door and sighing… until you spot golden curly locks, again your legs take you to him before you can stop it.

“Scott!” He looks up from his already burnt marshmallow, he wants to be indifferent but he can’t, he’s hurt and mutter a quiet “Yeah?” You sit next to him and the look in his face switches from confusion to curiosity…

“It was my first kiss” your sudden blurt out catches him off guard, “I’m sorry” he says, “It’s just… I wasn’t expecting it” he looks down again. “Why did you kiss me?” He’s honestly surprised you had the audacity to ask, he’s not really good with words, that why he’s impulsive rather than not to. "Well" he said nervously, he didn't really know what to say exactly, "I uh-" Scott paused for a minute, and felt his cheeks get red as he thought about the true answer to your question, "I guess I just..." Your pretty eyes look up expectantly at him, waiting for an answer. “I guess I just felt something and I I got carried away” and impulse…. That’s it, there’s nothing benhind it but pure hormones.

“So you don’t like me then?” Now it’s his turn to look up at you, he’s flushed, and he’s so pretty up close, he has pouty lips, it makes sense, his lashes are long, his blue eyes look unfamiliar now, it’s because his staring is soft instead of the usual frown he has… “Why does it matter?”

“It’s important, please” he wants to look away but you hold his face and unconsciously nuzzles against your touch.. your gaze switches between his eyes and lips “I want to kiss you, but I don’t know how” you confess… Scott wastes no time in closing the gap between your lips, he holds your arm gently to keep you in place, his lips move softly against yours, it last no more than 5 seconds but it’s enough to leave you breathless

“Alright I do like you” he confesses

“No way!” You say sarcastically.

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#scott barringer x reader #scott barringer angst #scott barringer imagines #scott barringer higher ground #scott barringer x you #scott barringer fanfiction #scott barringer imagine #scott barringer #Scott barringer Hayden Christensen #hayden christensen #Hayden Christensen characters

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jupwrld · 3 months

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okay okay i literally can’t get this idea out my head BUT a reader who does a lil dance when they really enjoy their food! and carmen just loves cooking for them because he can always tell how good it is by their dancing.

does that makes sense AHHH IDK🥲🫶🏾

A/N: This is a safe space for people who dance when they enjoy their food (me). Hope you enjoy, and thank you for the request! And remember: comments and reblogs make the world go round! <3

warnings: literally none it's just cutie (but if ur vegetarian sorry bc reader is fuckin' up some bone broth soup)

Carmen Berzatto x gn!reader

"Baby, can you taste this?" Carmy calls to you who's sitting at your usual spot on the kitchen counter, and he's already getting you a spoonful of a new soup recipe he's been working on. He blows gently on it as he makes his way over to you skillfully-- years of having a partner taste your food will do that to a man.

"And if I say no?" Slips off your tongue with a grin, and your lovers eyes flash to yours for a moment before they roll, drawing a brief spell of laughter from the both of you. "What is it, Carmy?"

"Remember that beef bone broth I was making the other day? Wanted to try stracciatella with that, wanna know what you think." He says, finally bringing the now cooled spoon to your lips. The moment the soup hits your tongue, you can't help but smile and shut your eyes. While you swallow, Carmy watches you patiently, awaiting the moment of truth.

And he has just the answer he's looking for as he watches your eyes shut, and you do that little dance he adores when you love what you're eating. Your head bops and your hips sway gently on the counter for a moment, a moment of which he always feels is too short lived.

"S'good?" He asks as your eyes flutter open and the bopping of your head changes into a nod, and your hips do more of a bounce than a sway.

"So good." Carmy knows that, he could tell from the moment you did your little dance-- but it always makes him feel good to hear you say it aloud. "Please tell me you made enough for the week."

"More than enough, sweetheart." Carmen says with a gentle kiss to your lips that you can't help but smile against. And he can't help but do the same as your hips that he holds in his hands tenderly begin to sway against his palms.

I had so much fun writing this! I'm working on the other requests as well, but PLEASE feel free to send in asks! Though they’ll probably be a little slow coming because I’m back in school for the semester. But a drabble is easier to write than fics, so I can get through those much faster :)

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #the bear #the bear x reader

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lueurjun · 3 months

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ENHA REACTION ⋆̩ s/o that wears a hip chain and anklets

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🖇·˚ ༘┊ 𝐑𝐄𝐐 . @666booklover , , Heyy 😁 Its me again lol.. can I pls request an enha reaction to a s/o that always wears a hip chain and anklets, if it's not too much trouble 😅. (like do u think they'd think it's 🥴 or something Imao). My Indian bestie heard I had an account and I am speaking on her behalf (aaand I just got pinched) tysm!!

˚ ༘💭 ·˚ message from lueurjun . . . hope this was okay for you my love !! sorry it took so long, i had a major brain fog and couldn’t seem to find the right words, but i hope i did your request justice.

★ ! H E E S E U N G

no but he hasn’t breathed the same since he met you

bro wheezes in your mere presence

legit the embodiment of the pick up line: ‘are you an inhaler because you took my breath away’

yeah he’s cute but i’d write you poetry just sayin

he’s so in love with you in general, but with the added combination of you wearing hip chains and anklets, he’s enamoured by you

enamoured 🤓 look at me thinkin i’m smart

literally would go out of his way to get you more

drives the rest of the members up the wall with how much he talks about you

“they were wearing such a beautiful hip chain piece, the other day with a gorgeous anklet to match it- it brought out their eyes and-‘

‘heeseung im glad you’re a simp, but please shut up’

that was 100% jay or ni-ki ( i bet jay )

i can see him pouting when you decide not to wear one

like he just stares at you for a little while and you’re like ??

not that he doesn’t find you stunning without them, he does, but he’s grown accustomed to you wearing them

not him being obsessed… i could be more obsessed if you want. say the word, i’ll roundhouse kick him

he also likes the noises they make whenever you move

it literally soothes him??

bro stop before i literally cry

he’s so in love pls let me be you for a day

or be with you 😏

★ ! J A Y

slightly more reserved than heeseung

as in, not as obsessive about it, but he still loves them type of thing

he doesn’t make a big deal out of it, but not so much that you feel unappreciated because he still makes sure to compliment them — and you in general

that’s right. yeah he does. if not, he’ll have a meeting with my fists: pretty and punch.

though just because he’s not as obsessed does not mean he’s not observant

he pays enough attention to know which ones you prefer, and which colour you wear more often

so when he decides to surprise you with a new anklet or hip chain, it’s always the colour that you prefer

OBSERVANT KING 👏

jay is also a fashion icon, so a lot of the time, he helps you pair them with a super nice outfit

super proud to strut around with you on his arm wearing your pretty hip chain which matches with your outfit, paired with a gorgeous anklet

mesmerising the locals with your outfits during a little coffee date

this could be us but you playinnn 😔🤟

no but seriously, jay loves your hip chains and anklets ( almost as much ) as he loves you

i could love you more tho

★ ! J A K E

this man legitimately GIGGLES whenever he catches sight of the chain

someone poison me he’s so cute

just when he thinks he’s found his favourite one

you rock up in different one and suddenly, that’s his favourite

and don’t even get him started on the anklets

bro loses all composure

me when you exist fr 🤭😌

to be honest, i can see jake wanting to match anklets with you

and he for sure would gift you one with a ‘j’ initial on it just because he loves you

‘not because he owns me, ‘cause he really knows me’ BOP

jake is 100% the type to play with it

like you could be laying together and all of a sudden you’d feel his fingers gently brush against your skin

and when you glance down, he’s absentmindedly playing with your hip chain

or if your feet are in his lap

he’s fiddling with the chain of anklet

someone be my jake, i can’t handle this anymore

it’s a habit of his at this point so now you don’t really bat an eyelash when he does it

but it does cause a stir inside of you when he does it in front of his friends

because it’s so intimate?? and loving?? and in front of his friends proves that he doesn’t mind showing that bit of affection

a man that is secure and proud 👏 you deserve nothing less baby !!

but it’s also not over the top enough to be considered as PDA

sighhh i’m obsessed with you guys

★ ! S U N G H O O N

a lot like jay, like he doesn’t really make a huge deal out of it

he thinks they’re nice, and he likes them but he doesn’t feel the urge to make a massive deal

like jay, he will compliment you and make sure you know that he thinks you’re stunning and that they really go with your outfit

he may even become slightly more touchy but won’t say anything about it

nonchalant mf tryna act all cool 🙄😎

despite acting all cool, i can see sunghoon secretly making you a hip chain or an anklet ( maybe both )

like on valentine’s day, amongst all of the other gifts he’s spoiled you with

he just whips out a box and sheepishly hands it to you

imagine he just launches it at your head and walks off-

and when you open it, your eyes instantly brim with tears because you imagine him just sitting there for hours

awh imagine him sitting with his legs crossed- STOP I CAN’T BE PUBLICLY CRYING OVER A GROWN MAN SITTING DOWN

it’s obvious he’s put a lot of effort into it

he may have even followed a tutorial step by step

and it definitely becomes your favourite piece

posting it on your story and him complaining that all his friends are going to see

but then refusing to let you take it down when you offer because he feels superior knowing their partners will whine about him being so sentimental and creative

HES SO REAL FOR THAT PLS

once he sees how much you love it, he will make it a tradition for him to make you your very own piece every year

soon you have your own little boutique of hand crafted anklets and hip chains

that’s so romantic someone run me over

the boys tease him for being a simp, obviously but he can’t find it in him to feel embarrassed

not when he sees how happy you are

he’s well and truly smitten, but so are you so it’s all good

literally i would die for you both

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writerracha · 1 year

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ like never before, part 2 — han jisung x female reader

↻ 2.2k :: best friend's brother :: cw. explicit smut. soft dom!jisung, oral sex, fingering, handjob, overstimulation, choking, hair pulling, use of "baby," "baby girl," "slut".

you spend a part of your summer vacation at your rooomate's house, and her older brother is making you feel things you've never felt before. part two of a series of encounters. -- this time, jisung wants to honor his promise.

↻ 18+ mdni :: not proof read, pls be kind :: masterlist

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You turn on the light in the small room, carrying your bundle of clothes under your arm. There’s not that much to wash but you still insist on doing it yourself - your best friend’s family is already kind enough to let you stay at their house, it’s the least you can do. Besides, it won’t take very long.

The house is quiet today. Your best friend is gone to spend the day with her boyfriend, so you have some time to yourself. You cleaned the guest room you’re staying in, and you’re feeling hungry so you will get the washing started and make yourself a snack. Your earbuds are blasting a song you like, so you bop your head as you put your clothes in the machine. You make sure you start the right cycle, and turn on your heels to head for the kitchen.

Except you collapse into someone’s arms. You gasp in surprise and slight fear, looking up at Jisung with wide eyes. You didn’t hear him coming because of your music - you didn’t even know he was in the house. He went out with friends the previous night, so you were sure he was still sleeping. But he’s there, smiling mischievously, holding your arms in this room that suddenly feels very small.

You remove your headphones, laughing nervously. “Jisung, you scared me…”

“Sorry,” he answers, not looking sorry at all. “Just wanted to say good morning.”

“I thought you were sleeping,” you reply a little shyly, because he still hasn’t removed his arms from around you. His penetrative gaze and messy hair under his reverse baseball cap is derailing your thoughts, too. “Did you have fun last night?”

He nods. “It was cool. You should come next time.”

“Maybe,” you smile. “Are you hungry? I was going to -”

“You listened to what I told you, huh?” he interrupts you.

You blink in confusion. Jisung arches an eyebrow, his fingers descending down your arm. It sends a shiver through your body, and you close your eyes as he leans in your ear.

“The panties,” he whispers. “Your panties, stained with my cum.”

He places a brief kiss in your neck and you have to bite your lip to hold back from moaning. Of course you haven’t forgotten about what happened between you - in fact, it’s pretty much all you can think about. Jisung’s hot breath against your skin, his cock nestled between your thighs, the way he grunted as he came… You’ve been aching for more since, hoping he would visit you during the night again, but he hasn’t for the past two days.

“No,” you breathe. “I kept them.”

Jisung chuckles. “Good girl.” He looks at you, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. “Although… I’ve been waiting for you to visit me. Why haven’t you?”

You part your lips, blushing. “I - I just… I didn’t -”

“You can’t be expecting me to make all the moves, huh, baby? I’m going to need you to ask for it. Maybe even beg. I want to see how much you want this… How desperate you can be…”

He leans into your ear, giving your earlobe a quick lick, and you have to clench your fists to keep your legs from bucking.

“But I did make a promise, didn’t I? What did I tell you?”

Jisung trails his tongue down your neck and you sigh.

“Tell me,” he says in a demanding voice. “Repeat what I said.”

“That you’d show me how hard your tongue can make me cum,” you answer.

He chuckles. “You remember that well, huh? Of course you would.”

He pushes you against the washing machine and you grab his shirt, looking at him with wide eyes. “Ji, anybody could -”

“My father’s gone golfing and my mom’s on the phone with her friend,” he shrugs. “No one is going to pay attention to us. The noise of the machine will cover those cute little moans of yours…”

He closes the door of the small room and quickly lifts you, sitting you down on the machine. It vibrates under you, your eyes glassy from desire, as Jisung takes your chin in between his fingers.

“Look at that little face. I barely touched you and you already look fucked out. Are you wet for me, baby?”

You nod, Jisung lowering his hand so he can squeeze one of your tits in his hand.

“Let me see those tits.”

He helps you remove your t-shirt and your sports bra, staring at your tits with a grin. He places himself between your legs, his crotch pushing against your already throbbing core, and leans in to swirl his tongue around your nipple. You moan softly as he kisses and licks your tits, massaging them in his hands. It feels incredible with the warm machine moving under you. You instinctively roll your hips to create friction.

“Such a horny little slut,” he breathes. “Fuck, the things I want to do to you…”

Leaving your tits, Jisung’s hand crawls between your legs and pushes against your shorts, right above your clit. You whimper, craving more, and you can feel him smile against your tits.

“So fucking wet,” he growls.

He impatiently removes your shorts, tugging at your panties with a playful smile.

“We’re not keeping those on today,” he says. “I need to see that soaked cunt all spread out for me.”

You nod, and lift your ass off the machine. Your shorts and panties end up on the floor, so you sit there completely naked for him. Jisung takes a second to look at you, smirking, palming his hardening cock above his sweatpants. You’re so wet you know you’re probably already making a mess, feeling slightly dizzy with need. No one has ever made you feel this way.

“Jisung,” you whisper, reaching for him.

“Hm? What is it, baby?” he asks, his voice hoarse. He’s still stroking himself looking at you, so you spread your legs open so he can take a look at your soaked folds. You bite your lip, your fingers playing with your tits.

“Please touch me,” you whisper.

“Say it louder,” he grunts.”

“Please touch me,” you say again, louder this time. “I - I need you… Please…”

Jisung closes the distance between you, his fingers landing around your neck. He doesn’t squeeze, only holds you, and it makes you clench around nothing.

“Such a fucking slut you are,” he growls. “Already begging for it, huh? Wait until you feel my cock stretching you. I’m going to ruin you for everyone else.”

At the same time his fingers make contact with your wetness, and you shudder against his touch. He circles your clit, spreading your slick all across your cunt, and enters two fingers inside of you. You moan as Jisung squeezes the fingers around your neck, clenching hard around his digits.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” he chuckles in your ear.

He squeezes a little harder and you whimper, desperately thrusting your hips.

“I’m going to remember that for later,” he tells you. “But I did make you a promise…”

His breath leaves your neck as Jisung lowers his body, his tongue leaving a wet trail on your chest and stomach. He stops in front of your cunt, spreading your legs further apart with his hands. He starts to kiss your inner thighs, and you slightly lean back on the machine. You’re lost in the bliss he is creating, forgetting where you are, who could decide to walk in at any moment.

“Beautiful,” Jisung breathes. “A fucking feast.”

Then his mouth is all over you at once and you have to hold back a scream. You gasp. He is kissing you everywhere, licking you everywhere. Sloppy sounds can barely be heard above the washing machine under you, but you feel everything. His tongue digging deep in your folds, touching all the spots that make you go crazy. You haven’t experienced oral sex a lot in your life, and it has never even come close to this.

Your head falls backwards, one of your hands grabs his head - his cap falls back on the floor and you slide your fingers in his hair. Jisung eats you out like you really are a feast, moving his tongue up and down and around, his lips slurping your wetness. He pushes you a bit back so he can reach your entrance, teasing his tongue around it, his mouth making you lose grasp on reality.

You can’t even say anything, you can only moan, you can only whisper his name frantically. Jisung smiles against your cunt, and although your own eyes are closed, you can feel him looking at you.

“Fucking go crazy for me,” he tells you. “Cum all over my fucking face.”

He is so skilled at finding exactly what works for you, and he doesn’t waste any time insisting on it. The combination of the vibration of the machine makes you lose your mind. When you cum, you cry out in pleasure, pushing his face against your folds, feeling your juices spill out in his mouth and on your legs. You are soaked.

You breathe out, sitting up as Jisung continues to make out with your cunt.

“I’m - I came, Ji - please -”

“Oh, no, this is not over.”

He resists against you, his tongue relentlessly lapping at your throbbing clit, and you cry out in both pleasure and desperation. You sit up, the overstimulation bringing tears to your eyes.

“Fuck, Jisung!” you whimper.

Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, Jisung inserts two fingers in your hole again, stretching it, reaching deep inside of you. You pull his hair but he still doesn’t move, and your body starts to shake. A second orgasm takes over you quickly, and you pant in exhaustion, clenching around him. You cum so hard your juices are spilling down from inside of you. Jisung finally slows down as you fall backwards, standing up to hold you with his arm.

You are breathing hard, covered in sweat and your cum. Jisung kisses your temple, chuckling softly.

“Open your eyes,” he tells you.

It is hard to do it, but you manage. He is holding his fingers up, both covered in your slick. His chin and lips are too, and you blush in embarrassment, although you also find it extremely hot. Jisung licks his fingers clean, slides his tongue on his chin, all the while smiling at you. His eyes are dark and shining.

“Come here,” he whispers. “Taste it.”

To your surprise, he kisses you. It is not a tender kiss, although it remains gentle - he pushes his lips greedily on yours, making sure you can taste yourself on his mouth. He parts your lips open to slide his tongue around yours, and you arch your back against him. It feels good to kiss him. It makes sense, even with your mind completely empty of thoughts, trying to recover from your two intense orgasms.

You can feel his erection on your leg, so you slide your hand in between your bodies, palming it. Jisung hisses, his cock throbbing in response.

“You took such good care of me,” you tell him. “Let me make you cum.”

Jisung hums and nods, so you take it as a sign. You push his pants down, taking his cock out. It’s already rock hard in your hands, the tip covered in pre-cum. You roll your thumb on it, spreading the liquid on the rest of his length. Jisung grunts, his hands grabbing your waist tightly.

“I want that cock around my lips,” you whisper.

You start to move, but Jisung stops you. “As much as I love hearing those words escape your mouth, I’ll fuck it another day. I’m not going to last long.”

You pout in disappointment, but Jisung gives you another kiss.

“Jerk me off,” he breathes.

You nod and start to move your hand up and down his cock. Jisung breathes out sharply, bucking his lips on the same rhythm as you. Soon he is fucking your fist, grunting deeply, and you lean in to kiss his neck, licking his skin. It seems to work because he thrusts quicker, so you suck at his skin, near his collarbone. He lets out a moan, throwing his head back slightly, whispering unintelligible words.

“Fuck, fuck, yes, that’s it -”

He breathes out sharply as he reaches his climax, spurts of cum covering your stomach and your tits. You look down as he paints you white, your cunt fluttering at the sight. You can’t believe you are doing this - and that you love it so much. Looking up at Jisung, his closed eyes, his parted lips, you feel strangely safe. Seen, even.

“That was so fucking hot, Ji…” you can’t help but say.

He opens his eyes, grinning at the sight in front of him. “You look even more gorgeous covered in my cum, baby girl.”

You can’t help but smile. He leans in to give your cheek a quick kiss, tucking his cock back in his pants and reaching for his hat.

“Now what was it you said about food? I’m really hungry.”

You laugh, and he’s quick to do the same.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

eheh this is a bit longer than I expected... but I really hope it will not disappoint!! 😭 please please please let me know if you enjoyed and if i should keep writing this (or if i ruined it) 😭 i do still have plenty of ideas... eheh. love you guys!! have a fantastic weekend!!

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certainlynotasimp · 11 months

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HIIIII! Okay so this idea has been living rent free in my head. But what if Miguel was away on a mission, and Sunny saw it as an opportunity to go ahead and jam out with headphones/earbuds/AirPods. Sunny’s a pretty good singer she just.. doesn’t like bringing it to people’s attention much. And I recommend listening to Can’t Tame Her by Zara Larsson. Sunny’s having the time of her life singing and dancing. Miguel gets back, and Sunny’s still jamming out until she eventually turns around and practically screams seeing him just standing there and all embarrassed 😂 what happens after that is completely up to you.

Dance With Me

(Miguel O'Hara x Female Reader)

A/N: I'm BACK!! lol. I'm so sorry for the long wait on your request and I absolutely love this song!! Such a bop. I honestly changed some details of your request and I added some details that my lovely Latinx spiderlings mentioned.

A/N: If you guys wanna read some more of my stuff, check out my master list. I have closed the tag list, but if you guys want live updates, a meeting place for simps, and maybe get your ideas added to fics, then come join the discord!

WARNINGS: Grumpy x Sunshine, Female Reader/ Female Pronouns, Pregnancy, Fluff, Embarrassing situation, and Deepl Translated Spanish ((Y'all let me know if the translations are better with this new site some of y'all recommended.))

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“¿Segura que vas a estar bien sola, mami?” Are you sure you're going to be alright on your own, mami? Miguel mumbles as he looks at his love standing by the oven. His eyes cautiously watch her hips sway softly as she hums softly to herself and makes her French toast. Her swollen stomach makes her movements seem more imbalanced.

“I’m sure, Miggy.” The heavily pregnant woman reassures her love. The woman turned back to her worried lover as he stood by the door in his blue spider suit.

Hitting the third trimester of pregnancy has led to Miguel becoming more of a protective force than he was before. He already had to fight his stubborn little sunshine to be benched during the first two months of her pregnancy, which resulted in the compromise of her moving into this apartment to appease both of them. Now in the sixth month of bringing this new little life into the world, the man had to basically be pried away from his apartment in order for him to go on missions outside of his dimension.

For example, if there wasn’t another Spot on the loose again, Miguel would be content with staying home with his girls and gorging on the trashy romantic comedies that she kept playing on repeat. Of course, he would never voice his disdain for the films. Not when he gets to see her eyes light up in delight as her voice floods the apartment in laughter.

“You really don’t need to worry about us, mi amor.” She calmly assures him as she wraps her arms around him. Her bump made it difficult for her to embrace him, but the little flutter of feet against his abdomen made up for it. “We always know that Papi will always keep us safe.” She mutters as her bright smile cuts through Miguel’s heart.

Cupping her face, Miguel whispers softly, “¿Qué hice para merecerte?” What did I do to deserve you? He presses gently kisses on her forehead, cheeks, and lips as she giggles at the feathery light affection. Miguel knees down and pressed a firm kiss on her bump while whispering, “Pórtate bien, Estrellita. No quiero que le causes muchos problemas a tu mami mientras no estoy.” Be good, little star. I don't want you to cause your mommy too much trouble while I'm gone.

A strong kick meets Miguel’s lips unexpectedly as he chuckles at Maria’s attempt to tell her father to get on the road.

Standing up, He gives his love another kiss before heading out. As he swings away, the pregnant woman looks down at her bump and mumbles.

“Now that Papa is gone, we can have some fun.”

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“Lyla, si vuelves a mandarme a algún sitio así, te pondré en el monitor de bebés de Mayday.” Lyla, if you ever send me anywhere like that again, I will put you into Mayday's baby monitor. Miguel seethes as he limps out of the portal with the rest of the team.

The mission was a lot more difficult than the team was briefed on. They knew that The Spot was involved, but Lyla didn’t mention Doctor Octavious and a Prowler would be there as well. Miguel had handled the two while the others worked to capture The Spot, but the task wasn’t easy as the large claw marks along his sides and heavy bruising proved. Luckily, they managed to capture the enemies, but everyone receive a significant amount of damage.

Lyla laughs as she plays with some weird virtual version of a toy Gwen had yesterday. The annoying popping of the rubber bubbles causes Miguel’s already sour mood to worsen as she muses, “ No need to fuss, Miggy. You guys are still alive and ready to kick ass tomorrow.”

“I don’t think being alive is a good thing right now…” Pavitr groans as he plops onto the floor as Hobie grumbles beside him about his destroyed guitar.

Jess rolls her eyes as she plops herself in Miguel’s normal spot by the monitor and throws Miguel a knowing glance.

“Why don’t you head on home, Migue?’ Jess offers which causes him to look at her a little surprised. “You need to be home with Sunny. Believe me, I understand how uncomfortable she is right now.”

“I can’t ask you to do that.” Miguel argues, “What about your-”

“My husband can handle Little Bit while I finish this report.” Jessica shuts him down as she shoots him a familiar glare he recognizes from his own mother. God, he hopes his sweet sunny doesn’t develop a glare like that. She would have him running for his money.

Miguel silently thanks his friend as he leaves, opting to swing home instead of the portal. Deciding to pick up some takeout from her favorite restaurant on the way.

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As Miguel approaches the door to their apartment, the soft buzz of pop music filters through the thick walls of the building. His eyebrow quirks up as he softly opens the door. The young black and white mass of fur greets with silent chirps as Miguel shushes him. He closes the door quietly as he kneels down and scratches behind the cat’s ears.

“¿Qué hacían nuestras chicas mientras yo no estaba, Moony?” What were our girls doing while I was gone, Moony? He coos as he stands up and places the bags of food on the counter.

Moony runs off as the soft voice he loves fills the apartment.

“Don't need no one, she can dance on her own

Club is closin', but she ain't goin' home

Night is still young, where the hell will she go?

Nobody knows nobody knows”

The hyper-pop music boomed from the sound system as Miguel rounds the corner and his face splits into a bright grin. His red eyes soften as he watches his pregnant love freely dancing around the living room with a pint of ice cream in her hand. His worn sweater consumes her frame as she twirls and blurts out lyrics.

“Can't tame her magic energy

She's so magnetic, pulls you in every time (every time)

Every time (every time)

But she don't care, she gonna do what she wants (she wants)”

Watching her ridiculously move with a large bump almost made Miguel chuckle, but he didn’t want to disturb her yet. He waits for her to twirl one more time before stalking toward their bedroom.

She continues her private concert as she shoves a spoonful of ice cream before using it as a microphone. The utter giddy from these past few months filled her being as she sings out.

“And you can't tie her down

When the night comes around (around)

Said she gonna party all night (all night)

And you can't change her

Can't blame her, can't tame her”

A pair of warm arms wrap around her waist as her heart stops in her chest for a moment before a warm purr rumbles in his chest. She relaxes as her purring lover mumbles, “Parece que tuviste un día divertido, mi amor.” You look like you had a fun day, my love.

“I did.” I giggle as she can feel his hips sway to the music with hers, playfully dancing with her. His warm hands gently rub her stomach as their little one happily greets her father with little kicks. “She’s gonna be ready to fight crime by the time she gets out of there.” She jokes through a particularly hard kick. The mother was now sure that Maria is gonna be as strong as Miguel with the bruises she was starting to have.

“Bien. Quiero que aleje a todos esos niñatos de ella hasta que tenga treinta años.” Good. I want her to fight all of those little boys away from her until she's thirty. Miguel grumbles as he thinks about his little girl possibly dating little punks in the future.

“Papi, she’s not even here yet and you’re already so protective.” She giggles as she turns around in his arms. Her eyes light up as she’s met with her grumpy boyfriend’s bare chest and low-hanging joggers, but a pout appears as she sees the large claw marks and bruises running on his sides.

“Por supuesto que sí.” Of course, I am. Miguel smiles mischievously as the music transitions into a familiar upbeat tune that causes his love’s concern to fade to amusement. “Tengo que proteger a mis hijas y mostrarles cómo los hombres de verdad tratan a sus hijas.” I have to protect my girls and show them how real men treat their girls.

A whirlwind of laughter fills the room as Miguel starts to pull her into the Cumbia. Her moments of imbalance missteps were soothed by his strong hands as he catches her. The couple spend their evening in each other’s arms dancing and loving their growing family.

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wqnwoos · 10 months

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on pick-up lines and cheek kisses

idiots 2 lovers & college!au / requested by @wheeboo / cw cheesy pick up lines. i’m not sorry. i find them hilarious. ft. bestfriend!vernon.

“okay, okay! rate this one,” you giggle, reading it from your phone. “are you a time traveller? because i see you in my future.”

seungkwan groans, throwing an arm over his eyes. “___, whyyy?”

“it’s funny! i like it!” you defend, still laughing.

the two of you are splayed out on the wooden floor of seungkwan and vernon’s apartment. the latter is nowhere to be seen — most likely in his room with his headphones in — but you and your best friend are taking a much needed break from studying: pizza, while he listens — unwillingly — to the many, many pickup lines you offer.

“it’s awful, is what it is,” he retorts. “like, 3 out of 10.”

“not even a 4?”

“3.25. at best.”

you roll onto your side to scowl at him, poking his side. “boooo. you’re miserable.”

seungkwan turns his head and sticks a childish tongue out at you. “no, your pickup lines are just pretty awful.”

“well,” you say, eyes sparkling. “i think you’re just pretty.”

“oh my god, if you don’t stop — ” seungkwan grouses, trying his absolute best to hide the flush creeping up his cheeks. it seems to be his lucky day, because you don’t comment, simply laughing again, before sitting up and checking the time.

“okay, boo, i’m outta here,” you declare, standing up. he wants to whine, pull you back down and ask you to stay, but he knows you won’t. and you’d also never let him live it down.

“text me when you get home, okay?” seungkwan sits up to watch you slip your shoes back on and pile your things together. “and i mean it,” he warns, waving a threatening finger slightly too close to your nose. “don’t go falling asleep on me again.”

“that was one time!” you pause. “okay, twice, but — doesn’t matter! i won’t do it today.” you grab your phone from the table, and then you lean down and peck his cheek. “see you tomorrow, kwan!”

seungkwan is indescribably glad that you’ve turned your back on him — too fast to see the way his cheeks absolutely flame at the feeling of your lips touching his skin. you don’t kiss his cheek often, but whenever you do it, it feels like he is dangerously close to passing out. he can’t decide whether he likes that feeling or not.

he’s still thinking about it when he’s curled up in bed, waiting for your text. he’s still thinking about it when the text finally arrives (didn’t fall asleep!! home safe, thanks for today kwannie. goodnight! 🤍 ), and he’s still thinking about it when he finally drifts off to sleep, one hand grazing the skin your lips brushed.

—

“vernon. vernon. vernonieeee!”

it takes a minute, but vernon finally takes off his headphones and looks at his roommate. “yo.”

“how do you tell if someone’s flirting with you?”

vernon blinks, considers solemnly for a moment. “fuck if i know,” he pronounces finally, and seungkwan rolls his eyes. “why?” vernon questions. “who are we talking about?”

“nobody.” seungkwan’s answer comes slightly too quickly, and his voice is pitched slightly too high.

vernon suddenly pauses, letting out an understanding ahhhh. “is this about ___?”

“what? no! maybe! kind of! okay, yes it is!”

(seungkwan has never been good at hiding things.)

“dude,” vernon says deeply, reaching out to pat his shoulder with sympathy. “you’re late to the party.”

“what party? literally what goes on inside your head?” seungkwan snorts, half embarassed, half baffled.

“you’re just late, man. they’ve been flirting with you, like, forever.”

it takes a moment to process that — several moments, in fact, but by the time seungkwan has recovered from the shock and launched into denial —“you’re lying! there’s no way!” — vernon has already slipped back on his headphones, bopping his head silently to the beat.

—

despite his initial reaction, things are starting to make a lot more sense to seungkwan.

why you help him study, patiently explaining a concept over and over until it makes sense. why you bring him coffee in the mornings and tell him to have a good day. why you always give him a bite of whatever you’re eating.

not to mention your recent obsession with pickup lines.

suddenly it’s obvious, and he feels stupid for not realising it before — maybe because he was too caught up in wallowing in his own feelings. he didn’t even think to check for yours.

he’s still considering this deep emotional turmoil the next time he sees you; he drops over to your apartment one afternoon, partly because you offered cookies, but mostly because he’s finally plucking up the courage to ask you the truth.

“___,” he begins tentatively, as he sits on your couch. you’re scrolling through netflix to find something to watch, but you hum to show you’re still listening. “vernon said something recently, and it had me thinking — ”

“if he’s trying to take my spot as number one best friend, tell him to suck a dick,” you cut in, brows furrowed.

“ha — ha, no — ” seungkwan swallows nervously as you return your gaze to the tv. “haveyoubeenflirtingwithme?”

“i don’t know what language that was.”

seungkwan inhales, slowing his garbled words. “have you been flirting with me?”

“oh. yeah, for about three years now, but thank you for noticing, i guess,” you reply, glancing at him and then away. “hey, what about shrek 2?”

“what?”

“oh. yeah, i guess you can’t go home and face vernon if you watch the second instead of the first.”

“not that!” seungkwan splutters, and you finally look at him. “what the fuck? three years?”

“and counting!” you chirp. “i’m glad you’ve noticed, though. i don’t like keeping secrets.”

“oh my god.”

“yeah. i love you seungkwan, but you’re a bit of an idiot.”

“i am! i am an idiot!” he wails, and you scoot closer with a laugh.

“it’s okay. you’re my favourite idiot,” you reply, patting his cheek. there’s one short moment of silence as the two of you look at each other — until you break it. “so, uh, do you wanna kiss?”

“oh god. absolutely.”

an / i have a horrible feeling that this is BORING. if it is, i’m sorry. it’s past 1 in the morning rn, i have Nothing in my brain.

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nattinatalia · 5 months

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Jack Harlow x Reader : THAT’S DADDY

“Okay Mia.” You start, sitting back trying to get comfortable. “I’m going to show you a picture and you tell me who they are. You’ve met them all before so this will be easy.”

Mia nods, “Ohh okay, is this like that tiktok video my cousin did?”

“Yehp.” You smile and set up the phone to record her and then grab your iPad to show her pictures.

“Let’s start easy.” You say smiling. “Who’s this?”

Mia rolls her little eyes, “That’s daddy.”

Jack then throws a gaze at you two from his spot across the room. “Well don’t sound too excited there bug.”

Mia chuckles, “Sorry.”

You start showing her different pictures, to which she would get some correct and some wrong.

“Ohhh, who’s this?” You show her the screen and smile at her reaction.

“That’s my boyfriend.” She shrugs.

You gasp, “Mia, stop calling Tom Holland your boyfriend.”

She shrugs, “Z let’s me call him that.”

Jack is shaking his head, “You need to have crushes on boys your own age, actually never mind.”

Mia leans her head on your shoulder, waiting for the next set of pictures.

“That’s Nino Urby.” She laughs. “He looks silly with that hat.”

“Alright who’s this?”

Mia gasps, “Daddy.”

You shake your head and show her more pictures.

“Daddy again.”

“Mia.” You start laughing. “Alright these last two.”

Mia takes in a deep breath in admiration and awe. “My daddy.”

“Wow.” Jack says, “Are you showing her different pictures of me throughout the years or what?”

You snort and shake your head. “Nope.”

He raises his eyebrows and starts heading to where you and Mia are seated. “Then what pictures did you show her?”

“You really want to know?” You ask him.

Mia gasps and takes the iPad away from you. “NOO HE CAN’T.” And she runs away.

“Uh-what is going on?”

You shrug, “You’ll see when I post the video.”

*************

After dinner, you had posted the video but didn’t mention it to Jack.

You were doing your final rounds around the house, cleaning up when Jack storms inside your shared bedroom.

He shows you his phone “SHE CALLED MICHAEL B JORDAN, PESO PLUMA AND MC STEAMY DADDY?!!!!”

You laugh, “That’s all her.”

“Nooo, that’s definitely you. Are you lying to my child?” He asks grumpy.

“Babe, it’s just her messing with you.”

He raises his eyebrows “So she doesn’t hear you say anything while you’re watching your hospital show?”

You shrug and look behind him at the little trouble maker. “Mia, get your butt over here and tell daddy you were playing.”

Mia crossed her arms, “Bout’ what?” She looks at Jack’s phone in his hands. “Oh about all my different daddys?”

Jack groans “BABE.”

You laugh, “okay, okay, I see where that could be an issue.”

Mia laughs, “I’m just playing.” She goes and hugs her dads legs. “You get jelly fast.”

Jack picks her up and bops her nose. “You raise my blood pressure at just 8 years old, imagine when you’re a teen.”

Mia smiles, “You love me though.”

“That I do my baby, that I do.” Jack gives her a kiss on the cheek and they make their way to your bed.

“So are we watching my husband? Or my other husband? I have options.” You say, following after them.

Jack glares at you, but Mia shakes her head. “How bout we watch daddy’s other wife?”

You gasp, “Oh she did not.”

Jack smirks, “That’s my daughter.” As he high fives her and looks for something to watch.

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estrellami-1 · 6 months

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Keep You Company

So this happened because 1) I was babysitting and the little girl wouldn’t sleep until I laid in bed with her and my heart has NEVER been more full and 2) my dad’s an audio engineer with a home studio and my mom will just???? Sit in there with him????? He’s got a couch for when clients come over but 90% of the time if I can’t find either of my parents they’re both in there. I love my mom but I swear she’s tone deaf. Not to mention if any of you have heard someone else work on pitch correction you KNOW how annoying it can get after roughly .3 seconds. But she sits in there completely content because they just???? Want to be near each other????? After close to 30 years of marriage????? Where can I find someone who loves me the way my parents love each other. And the way Steve and Eddie love each other. Please.

Also side note if any of yall read Little Love I’m tempted to make this a future excerpt 👀 different name bc who knows if anything’s gonna come of this. and Joanie’s name comes from Joan Jett anyone who got that gets a gold star ⭐️ also Joanie is either 4 or 6. Idk which. But she’s one of those ages. Which if you know anything about kids you know there’s somehow no difference and yet every difference in the world between those two ages.

“Night, Daddy,” Joanie says, moving into Eddie’s studio to drop a kiss onto his cheek. “Love you.”

Eddie startles away from the computer screen, blinking as he realizes just how late it already is. The clock on his desk blinks 9:08 in red, incriminating flashes.

He smiles at his daughter and throws his arms around her as he stands, hugging her to himself and whirling them around the space, careful around the low coffee table. “Goodnight, my little rockstar!” He crows, peppering kisses to her cheeks and forehead, feeling laughter bubble up inside him in response to Joanie’s giggles.

“Daddy!” She shrieks, but doesn’t try to pull away. He laughs and finally puts her down, pressing one last kiss to the crown of her head as he kneels in front of her.

“Night, Joanie-bug,” he murmurs. “Sorry I’ve been stuck in here all day. I wish I could just play with you all day instead.”

He boops her nose and she giggles. “What are you doing?”

Eddie hums and picks her up, moving closer to the computer to save his project. “Well, y’know how Daddy’s in a band?”

“Yuh-huh.”

“Well sometimes, Uncle Gareth gets a note wrong.”

Joanie giggles. “Only Uncle Gareth?”

“Only Uncle Gareth,” Eddie agrees in a super-serious way that they both know he doesn’t mean.

“And sometimes Daddy forgets how not to be a perfectionist,” Steve adds from the doorway with a smile.

“Also very true,” Eddie nods, putting his computer to sleep. “But I did a lot of work today, so hopefully I should be done soon. How about for now, I do bedtime clean-up routine, and Papa can read you your book?”

“M’kay,” Joanie says happily, because she’s a heathen and prefers Steve’s storytelling skills over Eddie’s. Eddie wants to bite her cheeks, she’s so cute, so he does, takes a big chomp and makes a dinosaur noise that has Joanie shrieking and laughing.

“Okay, munchkin,” he says, swinging her around onto his back and trotting through the house, purposely jostling her. “Beddy-bye time, which means it’s time for teeth brushing!”

“Can you sing the song?”

Eddie fights back a groan. Somehow, he’d forgotten this was coming. “Sure thing, Joanie. Let’s get some toothpaste on that brush, alright?”

They do, and Joanie looks at him expectantly. “Sing it, Daddy! Sing it!”

“Brush your teeth, up and down. Brush your teeth, ‘round and ‘round. Brush your teeth from left to right, brush your teeth in the morning and night.”

He goes through the entire song, helpless to the smile that grows as Joanie bops happily along to his singing. “Okay, baby bug,” he says finally, standing behind her with a brush. “How d’you want your hair tonight?”

Regardless of the rat’s nest it will be in the morning, Joanie refuses to sleep if her hair is at all in her face. Steve and Eddie started with simple braids until she discovered the magic of YouTube tutorials, which makes the bedtime routine both longer and less mundane.

“Two Elsa braids,” she says, resolutely not learning the proper name and instead using the one Eddie had jokingly said once.

“Two Elsa braids, coming up,” he says, because it’s cute and he’s not going to dissuade her.

“Can we do beads?”

“Beads are a daytime hairstyle, ‘member, munchkin?”

Joanie pouts at him in the mirror. “But they’re pretty!”

“They are pretty, but they won’t stay while you sleep. They’ll fall out, and then you’ll wake up in the middle of the night ‘cause you’re laying on beads, and you’ll wake us up, and then we’ll all be cranky.” Not that that exact thing had happened.

She narrows her eyes at him, trying to find a way around it, then finally huffs and agrees. “Okay.”

“You’ll look pretty even without the beads,” Eddie promises her. “And Elsa doesn’t have beads, remember?”

“Yeah, but Daddy, Elsa’s got magic powers!”

“That she does.”

Joanie pretends to shoot Eddie with her Elsa powers, and Eddie freezes in the middle of the first braid. “I can’t move,” he says, not moving his lips. “You froze me!”

Joanie giggles. “Unfreeze, Daddy!”

He dramatically relaxes and sighs. “Oh, good! Thank you!”

He finishes doing her hair and chases her into her room, where she picks out her pajamas: a pink shirt with ballet-dancing kittens, and a neon-green pair of leggings. “Bold choice,” Eddie comments. “You wanna do it yourself? Or do you want me to help you?”

“I wanna do it,” Joanie says, just like Eddie knew she would.

A few minutes later, she huffs, frustrated. “Daddy, help,” she asks, just like Eddie knew she would.

He helps rescue her from her shirt that had somehow become sentient long enough to wrap around her head, then gets her pants on and tucks her into bed before pressing a long, loud kiss to her forehead. “Nighty-night, Joanie-bug,” he murmurs. “Don’t let the bedbugs bite.”

Joanie giggles. “Only Joanie-bugs allowed in my bed!” She declares, and Eddie chuckles. “That’s right.”

He moves toward the door where Steve’s waiting to press a kiss to his husband’s forehead. “Sorry I was so busy.”

“You were working,” Steve murmurs. “It’s fine. I’ll come join you when I’m done, m’kay?”

“I’m gonna be in the studio for at least another hour tonight, babe,” Eddie says apologetically.

“Then I guess I’ll come keep you company.” He presses a quick kiss to Eddie’s lips before shoving him out the door. “Go work, I’ll be there in a bit.”

“Sir yes sir,” Eddie salutes, marching back to his studio.

The next time he surfaces, it’s to a tugging at his sleeve. He blinks, glances at the clock—10:37—and turns, ready to apologize to Steve, only to see Joanie.

A quick look reveals no Steve anywhere in the studio, so Eddie thinks he’s probably in bed. “Hey, munchkin,” he murmurs, picking her up and setting her in his lap. “We put you to bed an hour ago, what’s going on? Bad dream?”

Joanie shakes her head before resting it on Eddie’s shoulder. “Papa’s snoring.”

Eddie blinks. Steve does snore, but not loud enough she should be able to hear it from her room. “Oh,” he says quietly. “Did he fall asleep before finishing the story?”

Joanie nods against his shoulder, and he sighs as he cuddles her closer, once again saving his project before completely shutting the computer down for the night. “M’kay, Joanie-bug, let’s go get Papa into his own bed.”

“Daddy?” She asks on the way to her room.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Why’s Papa so tired?”

Eddie sighs. “He’s a teacher, sweet pea. He does a lot all day. And he loves his job, but it is very tiring. Then he comes home and cooks, ‘cause he’s better at it than I am. And there’s a lot of stuff that needs to be done around the house.”

Joanie’s quiet for a second. “And me?” She finally asks.

Eddie’s heart stutters painfully. “No, baby,” he murmurs. “Your Papa and I love you, so much, okay?”

“Okay,” Joanie agrees, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I love you too, Daddy.” After a few seconds of thought, she says, “Are there cooking videos on YouTube? Like for hair?”

Eddie blinks. “To learn how to do it? Yeah, I think so.”

Joanie nods. “You should watch those. And cook for Papa.”

Eddie chuckles. “Maybe I will,” he agrees, stopping short in the doorway to smile at the sight in front of him.

The bedside lamp is on and Steve, glasses askew, is halfway on the bed, on top of the covers. The book is open in his lap, hands still holding on to the sides. He is, as Joanie had said, snoring.

Eddie kisses Joanie’s forehead and puts her into bed beside Steve before taking the book from Steve’s lax hands, shutting it and putting it on her bedside table before kissing Steve’s forehead. “Stevie, baby,” he murmurs. “Wake up.”

Steve’s eyebrows scrunch and his eyes flutter beneath his closed lids before he takes an extra-deep breath and his eyes open. “Eds?” He murmurs. “What’s wrong?”

“You’ve gotta get up,” Eddie murmurs. “This isn’t your bed.”

He watches as Steve processes his words then looks around. He sees the confusion morph into understanding when he sees Joan. “Oh,” Steve murmurs. “Sorry, Joanie.”

“‘S okay, Papa,” Joanie answers. “You should go to bed.”

Steve chuckles tiredly and kisses her forehead. “I am, right now,” he promises. “Night, Joanie.”

“Night, Papa. Night, Daddy!”

“Night, Joanie-bug,” Eddie answers, wrapping his arm around Steve’s waist, half as a hug and half to help his husband stay steady.

“Sorry, Eds,” Steve murmurs. “Meant to join you.”

“It’s alright,” Eddie promises. “How about tomorrow I take Joanie out early for breakfast and let you sleep in?”

Steve frowns. “But you have work.”

“I’ve done the majority of it already,” Eddie answers. “You could take her out tomorrow afternoon if you want. Or just have a movie marathon here. I’ll finish up what I have to do. Tomorrow’s Saturday, right? So I’ll finish tomorrow, then Sunday I can make waffles for all of us. How’s that sound?”

Steve hums. “Good, ‘sides the you cooking part of it.”

“Oh, you little shit,” Eddie says delightedly, pressing a kiss to Steve’s temple. “Just you wait, you’ll understand the power of YouTube tutorials.”

Steve chuckles, quiet, tired, but no less full of love. “I can’t wait.”

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theemissuniverse · 7 months

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“SOME DISTANCE” MILEENA X FEM!READER

SUMMARY : You and Mileena can’t really have contact because of her disease so you find some other way to satisfy her

WARNINGS : MINORS DONT INTERACT. thigh riding, slight dirty talk, soft!dom

It was rare that you and Mileena saw each other considering she was Empress of Outworld and you were one of Earthrealm’s champions. The two of you made it work despite circumstances.

That was today. Liu Kang had told you that he did not need you for the whole week so you were staying with your girlfriend in Outworld for the seven days. Mileena was more than happy.

The one thing Mileena was irritated of was her disease and because of the tarkat, that limited to her touching you.

She was feeling touch starved. You always looked so good in anything you wore. She practically wanted to rip off any clothing on you.

It wasn’t just that. Mileena feared that your sexual desires were not being met and that you would leave her to go find someone that could please you.

Today was her worst day. It was almost like she was in heat. You were currently playing a game on your phone, trying to get past a certain level. You were already irritated because you lost for the fifth time. “Ugh. Seriously? They obviously put this on hard mode.”

Mileena had lotion her body. She was only in her bra and underwear with a pink robe on, exposing her body. She had watched you play and it was clear you were obsessed with the game. “Are all Earthrealmers obsessed with technology?”

“Yes.” You replied simply.

Mileena hated when you’d play the game. You were usually the most talkative person alive. No one could shut you up but you playing a game? All of the sudden you came up with one word responses.

She rolled her eyes slightly before climbing into bed. You kept playing the game, paying her no mind.

You were wearing a tight shirt that made your breasts pop out more than usual. Mileena had been quietly suffering for too long when just by your body being covered in the right clothing made her soak her panties.

Mileena rubbed all over your chest. You still payed no mind to it. She decided to see if you were paying attention. See if you could get angry at her. She tried to hit you where it hurt because she knew the thought of it would annoy you. “It’s a shame that you’re on the game. I guess I’ll just have Tanya attend to my needs.”

You waved her off, still not listening. “Okay, honey. Have fun.”

Mileena was officially done. She grabbed the pillow behind her and used it to hit you in the head repeatedly.

“Ow! Ow! Hey! What did I do?!” You yelled out. Then you sighed when you lost the level again. “Dammit! You made me lose the level.”

Mileena stood up from the bed and placed her hands on her hips. “Why did you come here if you were just going to spend time on that stupid game?”

You scoffed at the idea. “I haven’t been on the game the entire time.”

She gave you a look. Then she crossed her arms with a simple tilt of the head. “Oh really? What level did you start at when you got here?”

“Five.”

“And what level are you at now?”

You paused, now understanding what she had meant. “Two hundred seventy six?” Mileena rolled her eyes and started to walk away from you.

You got up from the bed and grabbed her arm, making her look at you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to not spend time with you. I’ll stop.” You turned off your phone. “See? No more distractions.”

Even though you were being incredibly annoying, Mileena sighed. She did not mean to be that mad at you. She was just frustrated. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine.” You noticed that there was something that was bothering her. You held her hand. “Hey, what’s up? You’re a lot more…straight faced than usual.” Mileena bit her lip slightly. You knew that it took a lot for Mileena to talk about her feelings.

“Come on. What’s my Empress so upset about?” You bopped her nose a little and the action made her smile slightly.

Her eyes darted to the ground. She didn’t want to look you in the eyes. “I feel as though this relationship will not last.”

Your eyes go wide at this statement. Now you started to beat yourself up about being on the game. “Whoa. If this is about me playing the game - the game is not important. You’re important.”

“It is not that, darling.” Mileena walked over to the bed and sat on it. “I know that you have needs and I sadly can’t meet them because of my…condition.”

You were a little confused. What needs did you have that she couldn’t help you with? “What needs?”

Mileena felt embarrassed that she even had to say it. “You know…needs…”

The realization hit you. You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. You didn’t mean to laugh at her. You just thought it was foolish. Mileena glared at you and you calmed your laughter down. “I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you it’s just…what the hell do you take me for? Do I scream ‘horny by the minute’ to you?” You sat down next to her and placed a hand on her thigh. “I don’t need to have sex with you to be with you. It’s cool. We’re fine. Don’t overthink. I’m with you because I love you, okay.”

Mileena smiled at your words. “I love you too, love.” Her eyes darted away from you. “But it is not just that. I…”

You knew she didn’t want to say it so you tried to put the pieces together yourself. You then chuckled when you realized she was sexually frustrated.

Then you examined that she was already in her underwear and you were in your sweatpants. The idea came to you.

You leaned back a little and did a head motion to your lap. “Sit on my lap.”

Mileena was a little bit confused. “Why?”

“You’re ten thousand years old and you don’t know what thigh riding is?” You questioned her and she shrugged. You let out a laugh. It was cute that she was older than you but was still innocent in some ways.

You grabbed her hips and placed her on your lap. She allowed you to. Wow she wasn’t kidding about wanting you. You could feel her soaked panties through your sweats. You gently held her hips and guided her back and forth.

Mileena was not familiar with this at all but when you moved her she instantly let out a moan. You continued to do so for some time until she did it herself. At that point, your left hand stayed at her waist while your right hand was at your side.

Soft moans came out of Mileena and you wanted to facepalm for not doing this sooner. She looked absolutely stunning while riding you.

Her nails gripped on your shoulder but you felt no pain. You continued to assist her when needed when she was riding your thigh.

“Oh, lovely.” Mileena wished she could go faster on your thigh but she sadly couldn’t. She wanted more.

You were probably pushing contact but at this moment you had just said fuck it. You unclasped Mileena’s bra, revealing her beautiful chest. You then started to play with her nipples with your right hand.

“Oh, please, (Y/N).”

“Please what?”

“Don’t make me stop.”

The constant pressure of Mileena’s clit being rubbed against your thigh made her feel dizzy. You noticed this and helped her move on your thigh. “Come on, pretty girl. I know you can do better than that.” You told her.

Mileena moaned at your words. Her nails dug into your shoulder more and she moved faster on you.

Your hands went behind Mileena. You gripped on her ass and smacked it, making Mileena let out a moan. “Oh, yes. I’m all yours, my love.”

“You’re all mine?”

“All yours.”

Mileena’s heavy panting was turning you on. Her hands started to play with her own breasts and you considered yourself to be the luckiest girl in the world. An Empress was riding you.

Mileena’s hand traveled down to your sweats and she tried to reach inside and rub your clit but you stopped her hand and placed it on your shoulder. “Why?” Mileena practically whined out.

“I’m more focused on your pleasure, doll.”

The Empress felt a tingly feeling rushing at her. “Oh my. (Y/N). I-“

“I know. Make a mess on my pants, baby.”

“Oh, (Y/N). Yes, yes. Yes.” You watched Mileena arch her back and cum all over your sweats. You felt her clit spaz on you and you wished you could eat her out.

You helped Mileena ride her orgasm until she was finished. When she was, she practically collapsed in your arms and you chuckled, hugging her back. “I didn’t know you were so submissive my Empress.”

Mileena hit your chest, causing you to laugh. “Shut up before I put you in your place.”

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #liu kang #mortal kombat 1 #kitana #kung lao #mileena #raiden #johnny cage #mk #mileena x reader #mk1 #mk tanya

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smashtbh · 2 years

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Daddy Issues

Jonathan Byers x M!reader | fem aligned + minors dni!

not my gif!

req: “ Hi! Me, again :) so... What if Jonathan dad finds out that his son dating with male reader, so he gets like really mad and goes to threaten the kid, but he founds him with the reader, and he gets like really mad and shit but the reader tells him to piss off and comforts Jonathan? I don't really see fic about Jonathan's daddy issues witch is actually weird i always thought that's gonna be something big for writers :o. “ — @russainweed (you are carrying my account rn ily)

oooo angsty. let’s do it. (im making this little note here after ive written this and im sorry to say i lowkey hate it lmfao)

CW: this got a lot heavier than i meant for it to, homophobia, the use of the f slur, lonnie being a piece of shit, threats of violence, lots of crying, there’s comfort i promise.

pairing: Jonathan Byers x M!reader.

he/him pronouns are used to refer to the reader.

a/n: jonathan byers is my boyfriend its canon. 😁 also just a thank you for all the support my account has been getting recently! you guys are the best.

word count: can’t check rn sorry 😭

“So… tonight?” Y/N’s voice comes through the phone, and Jonathan smiles.

“Of course.” Jonathan replies, moving the phone to his other hand. “My mom wants you over here for dinner by 6, you know how she is if you don’t show.”

There’s a sweet laughter that comes through and Jonathan sighs to himself. “I’ll be there, tell her not to worry.” Y/N says and there’s a crackle on the line.

“I’m not worrying! I know you’ll be here.” Joyce’s voice comes through, and Jonathan quickly peers his head around to see her at the other phone.

“Mooom!” Jonathan groans.

“Hi momma Joyce!” Y/N exclaims. Jonathan face palms and Y/N laughs again, listening to the annoyed mumbling. “I’ll be over, baby. See you later!”

“Kay, bye.” Jonathan hangs the phone back on its stand. He uses a hand to push through his hair and huffs a laugh.

There’s quick walking coming in his direction. “He calls you ‘baby’?” Joyce asks, with a giddy grin on her face.

“Mom.”

“You two are just the cutest.” She squeezes his cheek and walks away.

Jonathan is trying to set up the kitchen table when Joyce comes over with a box. “Forgot to tell you I found these,” she drops it on the table. “It was on top of the fridge. All the photos we took from last year’s winter break!”

She picks up and few and spreads them across the table. One of Jonathan kissing Y/N’s cheek, another of Y/N and Will trying to waltz, and more of Y/N and Joyce baking cookies.

He smiles down at the glossy pictures, filled with laughter and closed eyes. He picks one up, it’s of him and Y/N dancing in the living room as Will was bopping his head to the music. He’s trying to relive the moment in his head when there’s a loud knock on the door.

Assuming that it’s Y/N, Jonathan happily sprints to the door — the photo of them in his hand. He opens it with a stupid grin that quickly turns into a frown.

Lonnie.

“What are you — “

“Where’s your mother.” It’s more of a statement than a question, and Jonathan gets a chill up his spine.

“She’s — she’s cooking.” Jonathan mumbles, instinctively closing the door a bit. Lonnie grabs at it and pries it wide open.

“I’m starvin’.” He breathes, marching past Jonathan and towards the kitchen.

Will is sitting on the couch watching a cartoon and he immediately stiffens when Lonnie walks into the living room. “Hey, kiddo. How you been?”

Will looks to Jonathan and then back at Lonnie. “I’m fine..”

Joyce walks in and her expression is similar to Will’s. Their faces painted with similar confusion. “Lonnie? What the hell are you doing here?”

“Just wanted to stop by, grab somethin’ to eat. Jonny boy over here said you were cooking.” Lonnie shrugs and starts to stalk towards the kitchen.

Jonathan looks at Will and then at his mother. Then, panic hits him.

The pictures.

God, no. Please, no. Go straight for the food you fucking bastard, please.

“The fuck is this?” Jonathan hears as he chasing after Lonnie. Too late.

He tries to come up with an excuse, but there really isn’t one when the photo that Lonnie picks up is the one of Jonathan kissing Y/N’s cheek. “My — it’s.. they’re photos.”

“No shit.” Lonnie says, venom in his voice. “Why the fuck are you kissing this guy?”

Joyce runs in and grabs the photo out of Lonnie’s hand. “That isn’t your business.”

Lonnie tries to reach for it again, but Joyce pulls her hand away in time. He swears and turns to Jonathan. “Shoulda’ known you were a fucking faggot.”

Jonathan freezes. He isn’t sure what to do. “Shoulda’ known from the moment you told me you never had a girlfriend back when you were in school.” Lonnie continues. He scoffs before adding, “You’re disgusting.”

Joyce is caught off guard by his words, and Lonnie is able to grab the photo out of her hands. He brings it to Jonathan’s teary eyed face and rips it in half.

“No! — “

“You’re disgusting.”

He drops the two pieces to the floor and Jonathan catches them midair, his tears flowing freely now. He can’t hear much, but he can tell that Joyce is telling him off — screaming at him to get out.

Jonathan runs to his room with the torn photo, desperate to fix it. His shaky hands are trying to find the tape in his desk, but he can’t bring himself to calm down.

He’s breathing hard and crying — choking on his sobs. He gives up on looking for the tape, since he physically can’t bear to do it.

He crumbles to the floor and curls into a ball. He’s sobbing into the fabric of the jacket he has on when he realizes there’s rapid knocking coming from his window.

“Let me in, Jonathan — “ He hears the voice from outside plead.

Jonathan looks up and everything is blurry and the sounds around him are warbled by his own cries, but he squints at the window.

He doesn’t know if he wants to open it though. He feels like he’d rather cry and wallow in self pity. He’s disgusting.

He sobs harder into his own shoulder when he’s suddenly picked up and cradled.

“Hey — you’re alright. Breathe, baby.”

He knows that voice, and he clutches to the body that’s holding him together. Keeping him from shattering to pieces. From being torn apart like that photo.

The body starts rocking back and forth, and Jonathan finally starts to calm down. How’d he get in? There’s a kiss placed on his forehead and he finally opens his eyes. “There you are, love.” Y/N whispers, it looks as if he was crying too — and Jonathan frowns.

“Were — “ There’s a sniffle that interrupts his own sentence, “were you crying?”

Y/N huffs a laugh, and there’s a tight smile on his face “Says you.” His face turns serious. “What happened?”

Jonathan doesn’t know where to start, so he turns over in Y/N’s arms to reach for the ripped photo. He hands it to him and bites his lip in an attempt to not cry.

“What.. who — “

Jonathan shakes a bit.

“It’s alright. Hey — see look, we can just tape it back together, or — “ Y/N reaches for the camera on the table, “we could just take another.” He smiles at Jonathan.

Jonathan smirks, Y/N feels alive again. “We could.”

I’m disgusting. He frowns.

“Why’d you do that?” Y/N asks, referring to Jonathan’s face. He cups his jaw, opening his mouth to say something — when suddenly, there’s yelling in the hall.

A loud crack comes from the door as it swings open, revealing a very red Lonnie.

“You. You’re that fuckin’ guy.” He whispers, almost to himself. Joyce is behind him, it’s almost as if you could see the steam coming from her ears.

“Leave them alone, asshole!” She yells, storming to the phone to call the police.

Y/N sets Jonathan into a sitting position against the wall. “Yeah.” Y/N says, connecting the pieces as to why Jonathan was freaking out. “I am.”

“You’re a fucken — “ Lonnie yells, but Y/N interrupts him.

“What? A homosexual?” He shrugs, “At least I’m not a fuckin’ screw up like you.”

“You better watch your mouth, boy.”

“I don’t listen to dumb fucks like you.” Y/N walks towards him, leveling his height with Lonnie. “If I were you, I’d get the fuck out of here.” He points down the hall.

“Before the police find you dead.” Y/N says under his breath.

Lonnie squares his shoulders. Y/N thinks he’s going to punch him or something, but he turns and stomps down the hall. He swings the front door open and leaves with a loud bang of it closing.

Y/N almost laughs, before remembering Jonathan is behind him. He turns and runs towards him, still slumped against the wall. He’s shaking and there’s dry tears on his cheeks.

“You’re okay.” Y/N says. “He’s gone.”

“I know. I know.” He mumbles.

Y/N sees Joyce through the window, cursing and screaming at Lonnie who’s driving off, hopefully for good.

Y/N turns back to Jonathan, who calmed down. He’s breathing evenly with his eyes closed. Y/N caresses his face, lightly tapping on him. “Sweetheart.”

Jonathan hums in response, leaning into his hand.“Why’d you come through my window?” He whispers.

“Well, you guys weren’t answering the front door. I know why now.” Y/N says, combing through Jonathan’s hair with his fingers.

Jonathan sighs.

“I love you.” Y/N suddenly whispers.

“And I love you, Y/N.” Jonathan smiles, almost giggling.

Y/N pulls Jonathan into his arms, and leans against the wall. They’re sitting there for a couple of minutes before Jonathan breaks the silence.

“Can we take the photo now?”

“Of course, love.”

Y/N grabs the camera and sits next to Jonathan. He lets Jonathan hold his face and gently kiss his cheek. Y/N takes the photo and sets the camera down, turning to kiss Jonathan properly.

“I’m keeping this one.” Y/N mutters.

“Absolutely not.” Jonathan says, snatching the photo away.

They laugh and it’s easier to breathe again.

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social-mockingbird · 2 years

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dangerous habits

(eleventh doctor x reader)

time for more unabashed crushing on Matt Smith’s Doctor! i’m sort of a sucker for pet names (in the right context, of course) and Eleven’s offhand habit of calling things sweet names usually has me blushing a bit, so of course i had to write about it, because that’s how fanfiction works, and i really, really like him, sometimes against my better judgement. hopeless romantic, me.

author’s rec while you read: i had bad habits by ed sheeran running through my head the entire time i was coming up with a title, go figure. if that’s not your bowl of rice then anything that makes you happy will bop just fine. :)

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It’s official.

That habit of his was going to kill you.

“Oi, do you have the wrench?”

Quickly adjusting your leg so it stops needling and tingling, you place the tool in the hand waggling at you from under the TARDIS console. The Doctor pokes his head out briefly to give you a teasing smile.

“Thanks, dear.”

Your shoulders tense almost involuntarily. There it was.

He disappears under the console before you can smack him, leaving you hot and bothered. His little endearments have always rubbed you the right way, but more so than usual lately. The tone in his voice when he calls the TARDIS Sexy is enough cause to bang your head against something, never mind when he does it to you.

(It was apparently a long story, the TARDIS’ nickname. You weren’t quite sure you wanted to know.)

“You’re awfully quiet today, love. Something wrong?”

You can’t look at him as he emerges, putting his ridiculous goggles atop his head and wiping the grease from his face and hands.

“Hey? Hello? Anyone in there?” He raps his knuckles against your forehead, grinning. “Oi. It’s just me. Did I do something?”

“No,” you manage finally, flashing him a quick smile. “I’m fine. Just thinking.”

“No, when you’re thinking, you do this.” He scrunches his face into a remarkable imitation of you, even resting his chin on the heel of his hand and spacing out so well you almost wave a hand in front of his face. Then he’s got your attention, so quickly you can’t look away.

“When you’re bothered,” he says, “you make that face.” He pokes your cheek. “Tell me. I can help.”

“Sorry, Doc. You can’t help with this one.”

He looks offended. “Oi! I can help with just about anything, if you’ll remember?”

“You and your pride,” you tease, lightening up at his childish behaviour. “I’m serious, though. This isn’t really something you can fix.”

“And why’s that, love?”

His sudden closeness, combined with the endearment, startles you. A hot blush surges up your cheeks. His motley eyes search your face. They widen.

Oh, he knows.

Oh, no.

He knows.

A smirk starts to tweak the corners of his mouth.

“Oh, dear,” he almost purrs, and how on earth is such an awkward man being this attractive; creative curses run through your mind because there’s almost no space between you now, and the glow of the console is casting sharp shadows on his cheekbones, and his eyes are galaxies...

“I understand now,” he murmurs, lips so close to the shell of your ear that you shudder. “I’m bothering you, aren’t I...sexy?”

You reach out to push him away, you really do. But when your hands land on his chest, and his hand slides onto your knee, and you meet his eyes again, well—you don’t even think the TARDIS blames you for kissing him.

Though you’re almost positive the staccato flare of the lowlights is her way of laughing at your visible shock when the Doctor grasps your waist and kisses you back with everything he has in him.

look at this dumb man ugh I love him and his stupid goggles and pretty backlighting

#eleventh doctor x reader #eleventh doctor #matt smith #matt smith is stupidly adorable #reader insert #11th Doctor #11th doctor x reader #vera writes #vera has crushes and writes fanfictions about them #the scene the gif is taken from really lives rent free in my head #despite it being more of a small throwaway scene #i just loved the weird calm of him working on the TARDIS #sitting under there with him would be really nice #despite the sparks flying #literally and figuratively #hehehehe #vera makes bad puns

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A SIGN OF AFFECTION.

Because even if silence would rule her life without her aid, he fills it with sunshine and smiles.

ft. Yatonokami Kanata, Hajun Yeon, Ando Shiki, Kanbayashi Yokei x fem! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, very, very, mild angst.

Hello nonnie ! I’m so sorry this took so long to post… I know you requested it on my old blog, thank you for liking my aesthetic there <3 It’s late, but merry christmas to you as well, I hope this new year brings you lots of love, health and joy !

ଓ YATONOKAMI KANATA

— At first, he’s a little surprised.

— Why is it that your little sister stares up at him in wonder, of all people?

— She’s a lucky child, after all. She can live in a clean house and she has you as her older sister, so why does she seem so entranced by him?

— “This is my little sis, Kanata.” You introduce her, your hands on her shoulders. “She can’t hear by herself, but she uses these headphones, they’re magical, right little princess?” You tell your sister, bopping her nose.

— She giggles, while nodding enthusiastically.

— “Hmh! I can listen to my big sister’s boyfriend with these! Kanata’s music is the best!” She claims, happily.

— Your lover’s lavender gaze widens when he hears that.

— That exact phrase is what Nayuta always told him.

— A chuckle leaves his lips, as he pats the girl’s head (even if a little awkwardly).

— “So you like Cozmez that much?” Kanata asks your sister.

— She takes a few seconds to answer, the sound processing for her in her headset.

— “Mhm! Cozmez is the coolest! Kanata and Nayuta are the best! Also, is it true you can breakdance, onii-chan?”

— At that, Kanata blushes. Both at the question and at the term she used to refer to him.

— “I-uh… yeah.” He finally manages.

— You chuckle, taking your sister by the hand.

— “Hey, hey, Kanata is a little shy, alright, sweetheart? Give him a little time to warm up.” You explain.

— She nods, while your boyfriend’s blush intensifies. You’re so precious taking care of your sister, he almost can’t handle it. If you keep this up, he feels like his heart will burst with so much cuteness.

— From that day on, your younger sister starts wanting to hang out with you and Kanata every time you meet up with him.

— And so, your dates end up involving her in one way or another.

— Listening to Cozmez at Kanata’s apartment as she tries to dance to the beat of the songs; taking her to eat ice cream, ramen or cake at cute cafes; petting the neighborhood cats, or reading books to her.

— And to your boyfriend, these moments are worth so much.

— Taking care of her together, with her giggles and your soft laughter filling the air… It feels as if finally beams of rainbow are added into the sunshine you shed into his life.

— Kanata is also very protective of her.

— Because she thinks he’s so cool, your sister tends to follow Kanata around.

— And we all know how dangerous it can be for a little girl like her to wander alone around the slums.

— So your partner always makes sure to spot her right away, taking her by the hand and bringing her back home.

— She is safe, but she doesn’t escape your scolding, even if she hides behind Kanata.

ଓ HAJUN YEON

— Charms your little sister almost instantly.

— With his good looks and permanent smile, who could resist him, huh? (That is, before you know about his sadistic side /lh).

— “Big sister! You’re dating a prince!” She says, eyes sparkly and wide, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

— You and Hajun let out a laugh, amused at her innocent enthusiasm.

— “Does that mean you’re a princess, onee-san?” Your baby sister inquires. “And does that make me one too?”

— You give her a bright smile.

— “Of course you are a princess too, baby.” You say. “You have this magical crown that allows you to hear, do you not, sweetie? I think a fairy must be guarding you too.”

— Your boyfriend smiles. Not his usual fabricated grins, but a sincere one this time.

— “Your sister is right, young lady.” He adds, taking the girl’s hand in his. “You two are princesses, so it is my honor to finally meet my lover’s precious sister.”

— “Woah… You’re really a prince!” The girl in question cheers, enchanted by him and all the attention she’s getting.

— Thanks to her headphones, your sister can hear BAE’s songs, and of course, her bias is Hajun (she adores the whole trio though).

— Anne is like an older sibling to her as well, and Allen is like… uh, the silly uncle that’s really cool when singing.

— Whenever you and Hajun go out together on a date, your sister stays with the other two.

— Anne does her hair and dresses her up, while Allen plays music for her and they all dance together.

— It’s really precious, going back to Hajun’s apartment and finding laughter filling the space and the people you love having such a good time.

— However, because she’s enchanted with your lover, your sister has taken to following Hajun around sometimes.

— She peeks from behind the kitchen’s door, observing attentively while he cooks.

— “Hmm… I have the feeling someone’s watching…” Hajun announces, the little one’s giggles perfectly audible. “I wonder whether this princess would like to help me make dinner?”

— To what she emerges from her hiding spot, running to bury her face into Hajun’s apron.

— Unbeknownst to them, you were watching the scene with a dopey smile on your face.

— You go to wash your hands. You’ll join them in a minute.

ଓ ANDO SHIKI

— Now if someone is shocked to be thought of as cool, that is definitely Shiki.

— He’s been called gloomy before, and he doesn’t really have a very positive opinion about himself.

— So for your sister to admire him and look at him in wonder… That is certainly a new feeling.

— And at first, he can’t deny he’s scared. Because what if, once she gets to know him, she finds out he’s uncool or boring?

— Besides, someone whose hands are stained in blood due to the sin he’ll never forgive himself for… He doesn’t deserve that kindness.

— So at first, he runs away from this, like he’s been doing his whole life.

— You miss him.

— And your sister notices your boyfriend seems to avoid her, so she gets sad.

— “Is it because I need special headphones to hear?” She asks you one day, eyes teary. “Is that because Shiki can never meet with you, big sis?”

— “No, no, it’s nothing like that.” You hold her in your arms. “Shiki is very shy, so he has trouble making new friends, but I’m sure he'll be happy to meet you, once he calms down. He gets nervous easily, you know? Give him a little bit more time.” You tell your younger sister, squatting to be eye level with her, as you wrap her in a hug.

— “Tell you what, why don’t we drop by Shiki’s workplace while he’s there? I’ll introduce you. You’re a fan of his group, after all.”

— And so, that’s exactly what you do.

— You are aware a bar is not the most suitable place for a kid, but you trust all the guys there. They take good care of Shiki, after all.

— The little girl hides behind you as you greet everyone. And, somehow, Ryuu’s the one to bring her out of her shell.

— “Wow wow! You have very cool headphones! Ryuu wants a pair too! Aaw mini [Y/n]-chan is so cute!”

— “I use these to hear!” She giggles at the funny faces TCW’s peculiar member makes. “I love The Cat’s Whiskers! Shiki is my favorite!” She says, waving her hands.

— Your partner lets out a strangled yelp, almost dropping a glass he was drying.

— “Come on, Shiki.” You invite him, softly, with a tender smile on your face. “She’s really looking forward to meeting you, you know.”

— “H-hello, there.” He greets her, awkwardly rising a hand for her to high five.

— She does so, with a “Yay! I’m a fan of Shiki!”

— The latter lets out a laugh; a precious sound few got to hear, the rays towards which sunflowers turn.

— Maybe it was alright, that she thinks he’s worth meeting.

ଓ KANBAYASHI YOHEI

— Flustered at first, but then he softens up and is actually one of the most caring.

— Your sister is a little shy around him at first, despite her admiration for him.

— She’s seen him on tv, and, thanks to her prescription headphones, she’s heard his vocals on stage. She really thinks he’s so cool… But Yohei looks so serious…

— “Onee-san, is your boyfriend angry?” She asks, tugging on your clothes.

— “Wha-“ Bar 7/4’s master utters, amber eyes widening in shock.

— Saimon lets out a chuckle from behind the counter.

“Yohei, I think you should drop that frown a little.” He tells his junior, good naturedly.

— The latter sighs.

— “Hello there, little one.” Your lover greets the girl, as he crouches down to her level. “Would you like to listen to some music?”

— She nods vigorously, her small fists clenched in front of her in anticipation.

— Yohei rewards her with a smile. Then he sits at the bar’s piano.

— As his deft fingers slide over the keys, a sweet melody fills the space, your sister holding her breath as she listens intently.

— Then, she walks towards the piano, watching closer how this mesmerizing melody is brought to life.

— Your partner stops playing momentarily, offering her a kind smile.

— “You want to try too?” He asks her.

— “Yes!” She affirms, as her little hands hover over the keys.

— The bar’s master helps her sit on the bench, as he gently places her fingers over the keys.

— “Here, don’t be afraid. Try here, press it softly. Yes, that’s good!” He compliments her, as a note echoes through the room.

— As you watch the scene, you can imagine the three of you in a spacious apartment, sitting in front of a piano; sunlight streams through the windows, almost like lines of a music score you’re writing in this idyllic moment.

— Despite the cold, the warmth of your lover and your sister by your side keeps you comforted, the sunny melody, a caress for your heart.

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gosmigenergy · 6 months

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KINKTOBER 2023 / Day Thirty One

( Triple Frontier Boys x F!Reader )

FREE FOR ALL

Summary: The boys and you decide to have a movie night where things start to go awry.

Day Thirty One of @absurdthirst's Kinktober

Rating: Mature 18+

Warnings: Language, mentions of drink, mentions of food, dry humping if you squint, P in V, unprotected sex (use protection irl please), fingering, mild orgasm denial, oral - male receiving, deep throating, cum shot no use of Y/N

Word Count: 4.9k

Author's Notes: How is Kinktober over? Honestly, can't believe I managed to finish this one but here you go! And I know I missed 4 days but I'm kinda proud of myself 🥲

“So what’s the plan?”

Benny was giddy. The boys were planning a movie night but from Santiago’s tone, he clearly had other ideas, something in the spirit of the season.

“She’s going to kill us,” Will shakes his head.

Frankie shrugged, “At least you’ll die happy.”

They burst into laughter at his comment. Santiago composed himself with a swig of beer before carrying on.

“Think you can rig something up to blow the fuses at Fish’s?”

Benny bursts at the seams, of course he could.

—

This was just going to be a cosy night in, Frankie said. The boys had been invited and promised to bring snacks and drinks, wear something comfortable, he said.

“Are you sure you’re not going to be cold?”

You’d changed into a fleecy sweater and shorts matching set.

“Don’t worry,” you wander over to Frankie and coil round his frame. “I’ve got four handsome guys to keep me warm.”

You playfully bop the tip of his slopping nose before joining Benny, snatching at the bowl of freshly popped corn.

“I’m not complaining.”

He wriggled his eyebrows as he threw some popcorn in his mouth. You rolled your eyes.

“The Blair Witch, really Benny?”

“It’s a classic,” he retorts to his brother.

“I don’t think I’ve actually seen it,” you say.

“See, perfect choice.”

You settle in between Benny and Frankie on the couch, your back against Frankie’s chest, his arm draped over your stomach. Your legs were thrown over Benny’s, the bowl set on your lap after they covered you in the blanket.

Santiago had already claimed the reclining armchair. Will was last, flicking off the lights.

“Can’t we leave one light on?”

“No,” they state harmoniously.

You pout.

“It’ll ruin the ambience,” Santiago looks at you from the corner of his eye.

You scoff, “You’re going to get a kick out of this, aren’t you?”

He smiles, returning his attention to the television.

Everyone has heard of the Blair Witch Project, know that it’s filmed on a handheld camera, grainy footage in style. What you hated was you had no idea what was about to happen, Benny did.

The jump scare caused you to jolt.

“Christ, querida, it wasn’t even that bad.”

“Benny grabbed me!”

He was shaking, containing his laughter as you swatted his arm.

“I’m sorry, Bunny, it was too easy.”

“Don’t make me fetch security,” Will joked.

From that point, you were on edge.

The boys were alarmingly quiet, you were pretty sure Santiago was asleep and just as the movie was nearing the end, the television went black.

You screamed and they all groaned.

“Is that how it ends?”

“No,” Benny’s brows knotted.

Will leant over the arm of his chair and grabbed the switch for the lamp. He pressed it back and forth with no luck.

“Power’s out.”

Frankie jostled underneath you and you straightened up to let him out. He stretched his tightening muscles, setting his beer down.

“I’ll check the fuse box.”

“You’re not going on your own are you?”

Even in the darkness, your eyes were wide.

“He’s a big boy, honey,” Santiago pushed the chair back together. “He’ll be alright on his own.”

You throw your legs off Benny, placing the empty bowl on the coffee table. Pulling the blanket, you hug it to your body.

“I’m not letting you go on your own.”

Frankie didn’t even put up a fight, just jutted his chin to your phone.

“We’ll use the phone light.”

You fumble to press the screen, nodding when the light fills the space and you follow him. The rest of the boys stand up, listening out for the door closing. The click in the latch has them sharing glances before they hurried away from each other.

In the garage, Frankie walks with determination straight to the box on the far wall. Maybe going with him was a bad idea, your phone light casting elongated shadows to play tricks on your mind.

“Can I get some light?”

You hurry over to him as he pushes up the red switches which fall instantly back down. He tries a couple more things whilst your eyes flit around the space.

“Fuck,” he brushes a hand over his whiskers. “I’m going to have to call someone.”

“Really?!”

He hummed, getting off the step, moving in the direction of the door.

“I’m just gonna get my phone.”

“No, Frankie, don’t leave me.”

“I’ll be a minute tops.”

“Francisco!”

He slips through the door and out of your view. It slams shut and you’re on your own, seeing it best to back against the wall. You keep your eye on the door but start shivering as two minutes pass without Frankie.

“Fuck this,” you mutter to yourself, heading to the door.

The inside of the house was eerily quiet.

“Guys,” you call out. Hugging your frame, you move back into the living room. “Guys!”

The light bounces off the walls and onto the furniture, it’s empty, the kitchen is also empty. Mentally, you were cursing them.

“Ok guys, you got me! This isn’t funny!”

Has there always been a draft?

There’s a creak, sounding like it’s coming from downstairs but it could easily be the floor boards moving on the second floor, your senses so heightened you couldn’t tell anymore. You keep walking around the living room, praying for another sign of life.

Something tickles your ankles and you hold your breath.

“Benny,” you kept your voice quiet, “if that’s you, fucking stop it.”

There’s movement in the corner of your eye but when you shine the phone light over there, it’s just the rocking horse Frankie bought his daughter. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, repeating ‘it’s just your mind playing tricks on you’ over and over in your head.

Clanging comes from the kitchen, a sound like all of the saucepans falling out of the cupboard. You don’t even look.

“Ok, that’s it, I’m out of here.”

You approach the stairs and the light on your phone switches off. Checking the screen, you see the battery power on the smallest red line and groan, leaving it on the shelf.

Thinking about all the horror movies you’ve watched, you take a different approach. The killers are always hiding behind closed doors. You use your hands to guide you in the dark, opening doors stuffed with coats or cleaning supplies or whatever and felt around. No, none of them were hiding in those.

Suddenly, there was a noise from above.

A bounce then another and another. Turning round, a ball tumbles down the stairs before hitting the floor and rolling away from you.

“You know, usually that kind of thing would scare the damsel in distress but it won’t, I’m coming up.”

You still tread hesitantly however, you’re not fucking stupid.

As you approach the landing, the only source of light comes from the street outside the one window. The guest bedroom seems like an unlikely place for one of them to hide but you check anyway, as you suspected empty.

You tiptoe back onto the landing and continue to the other rooms. There’s something beneath your feet and you yelp, jumping to the safety of a wall. Squinting in the darkness, you realise what you’ve stepped on.

“God, it’s that creepy ass doll,” you say, bending to pick it up.

You turn it’s face away from you and place it on a side stand before heading away fast. Immediately you go into Frankie’s room, suspecting no one would be in his daughter’s, he would have deemed it out of bounds.

“One of you has got to be in here.”

You open the en-suite, even drawing back the shower curtain but there’s nothing. Wandering out, you head go to leave but turn around to look at the bed. Your eyebrows knot and you decide to take a peek underneath.

Nope, nothing.

You straighten back up and sigh, wiping the carpet fluff from your outfit. It isn’t until the last second that you hear movement behind you before you’re tackled to the bed, screaming at the top of your lungs.

A voice shushes you and their body weight lifts from your chest.

“Will?”

“Sorry, sweetheart, had to take my chance.”

Your heart was racing, “What is going on?”

“It’s just a game.”

He pins your hands above your head and leans in, his nose grazing your neck. Using his legs, he pushes your thighs apart, beginning to rut against you.

“Will,” you say shakily.

“I can’t help myself,” his voice is husky. “I saw that ass of yours in the air as you searched under the bed and I had to have it.”

You whimper as his bulge rubs along the crack of your ass, the fabric of your shorts pulling into your folds. Shushing you again, he grabs your shoulders and holds you closer to him.

“Please, let me fuck you.”

He’s completely enveloping you, the rock of his hips making your juices flow.

“Ok but be quick.”

In that moment, you realised you had never known Will to take you fast, it was always slow and sensual. He ripped down his sweatpants before lifting your hips a little. Pulling your short’s leg wide, you feel his precum smear across your leg as he rests the tip on your folds. He guides himself to your opening before filling you to the hilt in one swift motion.

You cry as his hips snap back and forth, his body forcing you into the mattress. Your nails bury into the covers as you hold on, his grunts filling the silence the house once had.

And he goes on like that until he finds his release, his arms shoving you back so he could push his cock as deep as it would go. His muscles loosen and he falls to your side, his cock slipping out of you and settling on your leg, the pair of you gasping for air.

“Remind me never to ask you to do that again,” you say in a giggle.

“I will,” he says, “I much prefer taking my time with you.”

He pushes himself up before picking you up from the bed, smoothing out your disheveled outfit to make you look more presentable.

“The three of them are still out there.”

“Maybe I’ll just stay here with you.”

He chuckles, “You know I would love that but that wouldn’t be fair.”

Will bumps your hip to send you towards the door. You take a couple of steps before glancing over your shoulder at him, you can just about make out his face.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

He knew you were pouting, unwilling to go with the worry of what might come next.

“Bunny.”

“Fine,” you storm from the room, stupidly walking backwards whilst talking. “But you’re going to have to live with the fact you sent me into the lions’ de—“

He sees the arms come out from the door, yanking you into the bathroom before you had chance to finish your sentence.

He folds his arms and shrugs, “I think I can.”

Santiago has a hand round your mouth, his other arm wrapped around your waist, pining your arms down as you protest, your attempts to fit him failing. He drags you passed the threshold and kicks the door shut, he knew that Will would distract you enough that he could make his move.

“Calm down and I’ll let you go.”

You stop writhing and lift your hands up into his eye line.

“Good girl,” he lets you go.

You turn on your heels and swat his chest, “Jesus, Santiago.”

He can’t help but laugh, that barely hurt yet you used his full first name, you were pissed. You fold your arms over your chest, eyes narrowing with a straight lip.

“Honey, come here,” he takes your arms and brings you close.

You try not to look at him because if you see those dark eyes of his, you’re screwed.

“It’s just a bit of fun,” he takes his thumb and index finger under your chin and twists your head. “I promise.”

“You owe me.”

He smiles, “Fine.”

Santiago watches as the smile comes back to your lips.

“So, how do you want me?”

He glances down, slipping his fingers behind the elasticated waist of your shorts. Moving them to the side, he grips the fabric and yanks them down until they fall to the floor. He plants a hand on your back and brings his mouth to the shell of your ear.

“You know I could hear you…”

His free hand slides down your stomach, brushing your clit before he sank two fingers into your messy folds.

“Moaning as Will took you with his cock.”

Your breath hitched as he started to pump in and out of you, the sound of your used pussy hitting your ears.

“It made me so hard, Bunny, had to stop myself from fucking my own hand.”

You sighed, “I want to feel it.”

You heard him smile.

“Climb in the tub and face the wall.”

He pulled his fingers out and observed as you teetered over to the tub and stepped in. You touch your toes to the other end of the bath, gazing at the pale green tiles decorating the walls. Taking off his jeans and briefs, he climbs in behind you and runs his hands over your ass.

You lean into the touch and he smacks one ass cheek and then the other.

Moving his hands up, he catches the hem of your sweater and pulls the front over your head so your breasts are exposed. He picks up your hands and brings the palms flat to the wall, pushing you gently so you turn your head and press your cheek to the cold tiles then your breasts. The chill sends a shiver down your spine.

“Shit,” you say under your breath.

He chortles, “I thought you weren’t going to get cold.”

“Dick.”

Spreading your legs wider, he takes his cock and slips in, gliding seamlessly through the mixture of Will’s cum and your arousal. He keeps one hand on your back and moves the other to your hip and starts to rock his hips. He allows you to become accustom to his cock before he thrusts in and out of you energetically.

You give a honeyed groan, your nipples growing puffy against the tiles, the stark contrast in temperatures stocking the desire.

“Fuck, Santi.”

The words encourage him to go faster, bending your back even more. Your hand comes to his wrist and clings tightly, your inner walls pulsing.

“Taking it like such a good girl, huh?”

Pressing your forehead to the wall, you cry out and it ricochets off the tiles as he keep hitting that soft spot. You start to vibrate as his hips falter, burying his fingertips into the meat of your ass before he cums after a few more strokes.

He would have made sure to last longer but they all made an agreement.

His lips come to your lower back and kisses the skin where the sweat was beginning to build. Lifting you off the tiles, he works your sweater back over your head and covers you up. You spin round and take hold of his hips, jutting his semi-hard cock to your mound.

“I was so close,” you grumble.

“I’ll make you cum later.”

You giggle as he climbs out of the tub and offers you a hand.

“So,” you cock your head as you step out. “Where’s Frankie?”

He shrugs, “He was with you in the garage.”

“He was, then he went to get his phone.”

Santiago arched an eyebrow, “Have you tried the garage again?”

You howl, that was the one thing you didn’t want to hear. He shakes his head, picking up your shorts from the floor.

“You’ll be fine.”

“If you say so. Now, gimme my shorts.”

You stretch your hand but he hides them behind his back.

“Oh no, I keeping these.”

“You’re kidding me.’

He grabbed the door, “Off you go.”

You couldn’t see it but you knew he was smirking, trying to catch sight of your bare ass as you sauntered with purpose from the bathroom. Heading to the stairs, you can make out him and Will in the darkness.

“Good luck,” Will waves.

You give them both the finger.

“Were you first?” Santiago asks his friend.

“Yep.”

“Not Benny?”

“Apparently not, she didn’t even mention him.”

“Shit.”

Benny was going to go on about this for weeks.

You burst into the garage with sheer determination, swinging the door open with a bang hoping to startle him but there wasn’t a sound. Somehow this space was darker then the rest of the house, loads of shelving for him to hide behind.

“Frankie,” you say tunefully, “I know you’re in here.”

You didn’t, you just prayed Santiago told you the truth.

Cautiously, you start to have a look around but it’s almost impossible. Every corner or massive tool on the wall appears like a figure in the dark and you wished you had a light.

You can’t see him but Frankie could see you from his vantage point.

He heard you swipe at something and you squeal as stuff falls on you. You put it back clumsily before stepping away from the shelves. He stays low as you move near the truck, bumping your arm on the wing mirror.

“Ow, fuck,” you rub the patch.

He waits patient for you to carry on down the truck. You’re tentative, head continuously moving, checking all the areas in the dark forest of the garage until you reach the corner at the back.

Now’s his chance.

You feel the hands come under your armpits, the creak of metal as the weight shifts in the truck and his grunt as he lifts you up and over. You fall into his lap as he collapses to the bed of the truck. He wraps an arm around your waist, using his knees to spread you apart.

“There you are,” you say breathily, heart pounding.

“I see you’re already missing your shorts, who took ‘em?”

“Who d’you think?”

He laughs, his free hand skimming down your stomach. One finger presses your clit and you tip your hips to his touch as he pushes his thick fingers into your opening.

“They’ve made such as mess of you, querida, and no one’s touch that pretty little throat of yours.”

His other hand rises to your neck and you tilt your head back to search for his eyes, how the fuck are they managing to see you? He stretches his fingers one side, his thumb the other and squeezes lightly, your pussy twitching around his digits.

Pulling them out, he brings them to your lips and you open your mouth. You twist your tongue around his fingers and lap up the concoction of you and Will and Santiago, a salty tang dancing of your tastebuds.

Frankie lets out a ragged breath before he takes them away.

“On your knees.”

You scramble to get up, spinning round to face him, wide eyed with a smile he can’t quite see. He gets onto his knees, dropping his sweatpants and prising his cock from his briefs, his free hand grabbing a fistful of your hair at the back of your head.

Guiding you to his cock, he spreads the precum over your lips before you take in his tip.

You lick the point, moving down to circle the ridge and hear his groan hit your ear. The saliva builds in your mouth and you coat his length as you work your way down to the base, his hand nudging you just that bit further. He brushes the back of your throat as his tip slides down. You pull back, keeping your eyes on him.

“You start, I’ll finish,” he says as you take him again.

You’re slow at first, feeling his veins and size of his girth on your tongue before you pick up the pace.

You bob your head up and down as fast as you could, your spit building around the edges and spilling over your chin. All the while, Frankie moans, cock twitching as his fingers pull your hair, scalp beginning to burn.

When you come back to his tip, he wraps his other hand round your head and takes over.

You keep your back straight, shoulders held strong as he thrusts in and out of you, his cock sliding deeper and deeper into your throat. Your muscles contract but you don’t choke, gargles escaping, replacing your voice. You listen to how he hisses, how he grunts before praises fall from his lips and into the darkness.

You can tell he’s close when he rams down your throat and pushes your head into his soft stomach, his body shivering as his length meets a depth it hasn’t before. He only goes for another five strokes before he buries into you with broken groan. His balls contract as the hot liquid spurts down your throat and you do your best to swallow.

He’s still cumming as he pulls out, his seed coating your tongue and cheeks until that’s all you can taste. His cock falls out of your mouth with a pop as you come up for air, his hands relaxing to your shoulders.

“You ok?” He searches for your eyes in the dark.

“Yeah,” you sounded a little croaky.

He tucks himself back into his loungewear.

“Who’s left?”

He knew Santiago would have taken your shorts, sort of as a souvenir but someone else had gotten to you.

“Benny, he’s playing hard to get.”

Frankie laughs, “He is the most competitive, I’m surprised I lasted this long.”

“Do you know where he is?”

“He was still downstairs when I saw him.”

“Would he be anywhere other than the living room or kitchen?”

“Did you try the basement?”

“Why would I try the basement? It’s scary enough in here.”

“You do realise the basement’s almost done? There’s been a pool table down there for weeks.”

“Really?”

He shakes his head, “You’re lucky I love you, Bunny.”

He hops down from the bed of truck and waits for you to get up, coiling his arms underneath your ass and placing you on the floor. As he straightens up, he smooths his palms over your ass and sinks his fingertips into the meat of it. He tipped his head and placed a kiss delicately on your lips.

“You better go.”

You head towards the door before you turn round to face him.

“This game you guys are playing, what’s the prize?”

“Whoever finds you last gets to make you cum.”

You giggle, walking away and out of the door. The main reason you avoided the basement was because, again, you thought it would be out of bounds. The last time you had seen it, it was a construction sight, tools and dirt everywhere. Frankie hadn’t invited you down since, how were you supposed to know it was near completion?

Instinctively you tried the light switch, cursing when you remembered it wouldn’t come on.

You take the steps one by one, hand holding onto the wall because you were terrified of just tumbling down. When you looked over and squinted you were sure you could see Benny, leaning on the pool table.

“Hey, Bunny.”

“You’re not even hiding,” you say, going down the last couple of steps.

“Not when I know I can claim my prize.”

You knew he was smirking, eyes roaming your body.

“You did all that spooky shit on purpose?”

He hummed, “It’s why we watched a scary movie too.”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

You find his body in the dark and wrap your arms around his body, worming under his t-shirt to press your palms on his warm back. He tilts your head up from his chest, bringing his lips to yours softly before kissing again with force. His other hand runs along your back and down to your ass cheeks, he lifts his palm before smacking you.

As you gasp, he slips his tongue into your mouth and yours melds with his.

The corner of his lips twitch, he can taste one of the other guy’s cum on your tongue, guessing it was Frankie with the freshness. Both his hands are now on your ass and he picks you off your feet, onto the edge of the pool table. You moan into his mouth, wrapping your legs around his hips as you jut your chin into his.

He pulls back to catch his breath.

“Get into the centre of the table,” he says.

“Benny, it’ll break.”

“It won’t,” he moves his lips to your ears, pushing back your hair. “Into the centre of the table.”

The grittiness of his tone has you shuffling back immediately and he wished he could see your face, the doe eyes and plumping parted lips. You spread your legs ready for him, propped yourself onto your elbows though you can only just make him out.

He places his ass on the edge then swings his legs up, crawling on his hands and knees. He brushes a palm up from your ankle, feeling you shiver underneath his touch. Dropping his head, he nudges the tip of his nose over your thigh before kissing the skin. You weren’t going to need much playing with.

Your hips and back were already tingling, belly warm from the other three.

He kisses your bikini line to your mound, his tongue unfurling over your clit before he began to suck.

Your back meet the pool table, a gasp escaping your lips. He gradually flexes his jaw and pulls you into his mouth further, one of your hands reaching for his hair. You push your hips up, rutting against his face as you chase your release.

Then he stops and straightens up, pulling away from your hand.

“No, don’t stop.”

You scream in frustration and all he can do is chuckle, head shaking.

“We’re gonna cum together, ok?”

“You promise?”

You’d already had your release snatched away from you once and Benny could be just as bad as Santiago when it came to orgasm denial.

“I promise.”

He yanked down his shorts, his hardened cock swinging freely as he grabbed your hips and dragged you closer. You hiss as he rearranges you,not caring about the friction burn from the green mat as you top bunches up your back.

Taking his cock in his hand, he lines up to your pussy, brushing the tip between your inner and outer lips.

You’re no longer complaining instead you give a honeyed moan.

He pushes his tip into you, smoothing his other hand down your leg and grabbing your ankle, moving it to his shoulder. Putting both of his hands either side of your waist, he lifts up your hips before plunging into you.

Wherever he hits, it takes the air from your lungs.

He’s not gentle, equally as pent up as you as he thrusts into you over and over. Your head has fallen back, jaw slack as your choked cries come deep from within. With each snap, he grunts, his body folding into you. His hot breath dances over your stomach, your desire swelling, threatening to burst.

Even in the darkness, you’re starting to see stars, head dizzy with the lack of oxygen. Your inner walls are fluttering, barely holding together and you hear his voice break through the fog.

“Hold on, Bunny, I’m almost there.”

He continued at his fast pace as you whimper, screwing your eye shut. Your hands come loosely to his wrist, unable to hold on as your body ripples with his strength. The bottom of your spine starts to burn, hips quivering.

Benny shows no sign of stopping but his cock jerks inside you. He wants nothing more than to see your face, your elongated neck, your mouth shaped into that perfect little ‘o’. His hand slips between your searing bodies, fingers teasing at your clit as he softly rubs at the bundle of nerves.

“Fuck,” the word barely leaves your throat.

Then he matches it to his motions, swiping back and forth vigorously.

Your back arched, a perfect curve as your cunt clung to his length, trapping him within you as you screamed his name. He keeps moving his hand, the nerves shooting up your spine before scattering across your body, your toes curling. The muscles in his ass and thighs grows tense and, roughly, he pulls out his cock.

He milks himself over you, spilling his seed over your mound and your stomach, heavy droplets landing on your hands.

“Oh god,” he groans, “I wish I could see you now.”

You giggle in the haze of your orgasm.

There’s the sound of the door handle moving, the creak of the frame and the lights come on above you.

“Shit, Bunny.”

You really were a mess, lips glossy with saliva and Frankie’s dried cum. Creamy white trails from Benny and your pussy soaked with your juices, along with Santiago and Will. Your hair was tangled, shorts non-existent and your top almost showing your breasts.

“For fuck’s sake,” Frankie charged down the stairs.

“Sorry, Fish, had to christen the pool table somehow.”

He scoffed, “You could have waited for me.”

Will and Santiago followed the noise, coming down the stairs before they all surrounded the pool table to admire the view.

“You ok?”

“Just, catching my breath.”

Santiago smiled at your slurred words, “We’ll clean you up when you’re ready, maybe you could finally find out how the movie ends.”

“Nah, I’m good… I much prefer this ending.”

#kinktober 2023 #triple frontier #triple frontier x reader #santiago garcia #frankie catfish morales #will ironhead miller #benny miller #kinktober

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Peter getting his wisdom teeth removed and just being super clingy and affectionate with reader, i love ur stuff btw :)))

thank you so much for this one! haha i love best friends to lovers with my whole heart. so hope you enjoy. 🤍🤍 only fluff ahead. fem!reader.

When Peter asks you to take him to get his wisdom teeth out, you’re more than willing to help. His Aunt May happened to be working a late shift last minute, leaving you to wait in the oral surgeon’s office as they take your best friend back into the operating room.

A little over an hour—and a few outdated celebrity magazines later—and one of the dental assistants calls you back into the room to retrieve your friend who is currently perched on a chair, staring down at his shoelaces intently.

“Did you know I have eight shoelaces? I guess I tied my shoes extra tight this morning.”

Double vision. That’s right.

“There’s two of you, too. Two is better than one, so they say.” He holds up two fingers in his excitement of seeing you, earning a giggle from the woman standing in the corner.

“Is he okay to go home?” You ask, moving closer to Peter. Snorting at the wads of gauze balled up in his mouth, garbling his speech.

“Yes, his surgery went great. The doctor gave a packet of what to expect during recovery. He should come back in a week or so to check up on his stitches, but other than that you are both good to go.”

At that, you gesture for Peter to get up off of the chair and grunt as he slams into your side. Feet very much that of a baby doe’s. Once he’s upright, you press into his side just to be extra safe and lead him toward the door the assistant opens for the two of you to pass through.

“Ha. There’s still two of you. Two of the prettiest person in the whole world.” He bops you on the nose, wrinkling his own in his laughter. “I’m a lucky guy.”

“Okay Casanova, let’s get you home.”

Getting him into the car proves to be interesting. He’s all gangly and floppy limbs. The sedation still making him unaware of his surrounding as you finagle him into the seat.

His legs remain on the outside of the car, fingers moving to turn the knob on the volume of the radio and raising it to an obscene volume as he shouts the words to the song through the cottony mouth he sports.

“But you’re in London and I break down ‘cause it’s not fair that you’re not arounddddd…” He drums out the beat on the dashboard as you shove at his feet. “This is when the feeling sinks in, I don’t wanna miss you like thisss. Come back, be here. Come back—”

“Hey, hey. We don’t want to cause a public disturbance, now do we? Plus I think we should leave Taylor to do what she does best—”

You wave your hands in the air in your victory as you manage to get the rest of him inside the car and close the door shut.

“You know I met her, right? Nice lady,” he says as you drop down onto the driver’s seat and shift the car into drive.

“You mean Spider-Man met her.”

“Spider-Man. Schmider-Man. I’ll have you know I’m a great singer. Some people just don’t appreciate real talent when they hear it.” He pouts, reaching into his mouth to pluck the gauze from within his cheeks.

Your hand reaches out immediately to curl around his forearm. He stills. “You’re not supposed to take that out.”

“Oh. That’s right. I’m sorry.”

It’s the dejected tone in his voice that rips your heart down the middle as you pull into his Aunt’s driveway. You turn to look at him, noting the way his eyes roam your features.

“You gonna help me get you inside, big guy?”

His eyebrows waggle seductively at the ‘big guy’ comment and you don’t even want to know where his anesthesia addled mind runs off to. Can’t be anywhere good what with the way he’s eyeballing you like that. You chalk it up to him not being in his right mind and help him walk up the short distance to the home before leading him into his bedroom.

“Alright, into bed you go.”

“Trying to get me into bed, hmm, Daisy?”

Daisy for your favorite flowers growing up.

Your heart always skips when he says it—this time no exception. His sluggish smirk teases at the fact he recognizes the uptick as well. But you clear your throat and shove the emotions aside.

“Come on now.”

He does as told, lowering himself onto his back beneath the comforters. You manage to tug his shoes off as he cozies up and move to head back down the hall when he calls your name.

“Yes, Pete?”

“I’m tired. Can you come here?”

“It’s just the anesthesia. It’ll taper off,” you reassure him, hand gripping the doorframe.

His eyes go soft around the edges and you note the slight downturn of that full mouth. Groan and separate yourself away from the door as you climb into bed beside him. You both turn onto your sides, hands resting in between the two of you. His eyes growing heavier and heavier by the second.

“Thank you,” he mutters.

“No problem. Now try to get some sleep.”

He shifts a bit, trying to get comfortable beside you. “Okay, okay. Night, Daisy. I love you.”

And then he’s out like a light. As if he never said those three words and left them suspended in the air between the two of you. You know it’s only the looseness of his lips due to what they’ve sedated him with, yet your mind races anyway.

You’ve felt something far outside the realm of friendship toward Peter for ages now. Months, really. The prospect of him ever feeling the same seems so unlikely. It doesn’t happen that way in real life, right? Not like in the stories or the movies where the best friends fall in love.

So you decide to shelve his words into a folder in your mind labeled “Not going to happen” and close your eyes.

When you wake, you’re a tangle of limbs with Peter. Legs intertwining. His thighs slotting between yours as he holds you from behind. Arm right around your waist. Cradling your back against his chest.

A slow, simmering nervousness begins to form low in your gut. This has certainly never happened before. And likely would not be happening were it not for the lingering after effects of his surgery.

“What’s wrong?” A voice asks from behind you, warm breath seeping against the back of your head.

“Uh…oh, I don’t know. We’re cuddling might be a start?”

“I’m okay with it if you are.”

That’s…new. Interesting.

You settle back against him, reaching over onto his night stand to grip your phone in hand. A picture of Peter with flowers in a halo around his head and a smile on his face greets you. Your profile is in the picture as well. Caught in a half laugh.

You notice the new text message from Aunt May and slide the phone open. Immediately earning the attention of Peter as he peers over your shoulder and notices you’ve sent a video of him to her. Plus the dozens of laughing face emojis she sent you in reply.

“What’s that?!”

“Oh, you mean your performance to all of New York in the key of screeching cat in a back alley?”

“Let me see that!”

He reaches around you to grab at the phone, earning a shriek from you as you flip over onto your stomach to hide the phone from him.

“I’m keeping this forever. You will not ruin this for me, Park—”

You break off into a fit of laughter as wiggling fingers catch your side and the phone shifts as you flip onto your back to shove at your fiendish, brown-haired attacker.

“You’re supposed to be resting!” You argue, shoving his thigh with your foot so he’s no longer hovering over you and instead slipping backward a bit further on the bed.

In his momentary lapse of attention, you grip the phone and slide it down your shirt. AKA, no man’s land for Peter Parker. He notices this, groaning as he falls foreword and rests his head against your thigh.

“How bad was I?”

“You thought you had eight shoelaces. You performed a beautiful rendition of Taylor Swift’s ‘Come Back…Be here.’ Was beautiful really. Really felt all the emotions with that one. Didn’t know Spider-Man was a Swiftie.”

He groans again. “You’re the one who played the ‘All too Well’ ten minute version so many times I ended up learning all the words. Just so happens the rest of the album is really good too. Sue me.”

“You also told me I was the prettiest girl in the world.” You bite your lip.

Might as well see where this goes.

His head lifts at this. “I mean, that one I could have told you while not under anesthesia.”

You feel heat rush to your cheeks at that. “Yeah? It’s just…you never have. Told me, I mean.”

His smile softens. Fingers curl around your wrist as he shifts his legs beneath him and settles down beside you. “You’re the prettiest girl in the world.” And then he’s the one burning up in the face. “Did I say anything else?”

“Nope. That was all.”

Lie.

“You sure?” He asks.

Your head dips once. “Yup.”

“You know I can tell when you’re lying to me, right?”

You curl your own feet beneath you. Sitting up in front of him. Your fingers toy with the leg of his shorts mindlessly.

“You know how I can drink and not really feel anything at all from it? Or how I heal ridiculously fast. Or just the fact my senses are enhanced overall?” He asks.

“Yeah.”

You glance up again, noting the way he’s looking at you.

All soft gazes and slow smiles. His morning sleepiness still clinging to those serene features. He’s so annoyingly handsome even like this. You fight the urge to reach your fingers forward and trace the line of his cheek. Just to see how it feels beneath your palm.

“When I asked you to lay down with me I felt ninety-nine percent myself.”

“Oh.”

“I…uh, love you, Daisy. Have for a while now honestly. You know it, don’t you?”

And maybe you have always known, in a way. Peter’s never said it so much as in words but in actions. His endless caring for you. The way he’s always there to lend an ear. The simple fact he’s the person you run to everything for. Your safe space. The brightest ball of light in human form to walk into your life.

“I love you, too, Pete.”

It’s not awkward. Lightning doesn’t crash down and strike you like you imagine it might. It’s almost normal. Nothing changes. Not really. There’s just a quiet understanding.

“So where do we go from here?” He asks.

“You go and gently brush your teeth. Because I want to kiss you, but you just got a few teeth removed from that stubborn head of yours. And then you get to ice your face all day and watch Netflix.”

“With you?”

“No, with your neighbor. Now go, go!”

Some time later, the two of you are sprawled out together watching endless episodes of your favorite TV show. You rest between Peter’s thighs, back against his chest as a laptop rests on your lap. Midway through an episode you turn your head and smile into Peter’s lips as they claim your own. Soft and inviting. Sweet and pliant beneath your own. He moves to press a kiss into your brow after, brushing a hair away from your cheek to tuck it behind your ear.

“Can I see the video you sent Aunt May now?”

“I will not accept kisses as bribery.”

“But can you be convinced?” He bats his eyelashes in jest.

“That is to be determined.”

He kisses you again. One, two, three times. A whisper of I love you against your skin.

“How about now?” He whispers.

You huff. “Fine, Peter Swift. Just know I warned you and I’m not deleting it ever.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Daisy.”

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