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Permanent Tagging List Take Two!
Hey, guys it's that lovely time again when I go through my permanent tag list and remove people that haven't interacted with my stories in awhile to clear the way for new people.
So here's the deal, you'll have one week to respond to this post. I will post it again every week so that hopefully if you don't see it the first time, maybe one of the others will.
NO JUDGMENT! I swear it. I just want to know if you're still interested so that if you're not, people who are can take your spot.
UNTIL THIS HAS COMPLETED ITS DURATION THERE WILL BE MORATORIUM ON ALL FUTURE REQUESTS TO BE ADDED TO MY PERMANENT TAG LIST!
I love all the requests I'm getting to be added to it. But I am at 44 on my permanent list and if it hits 50 then there is no way to add people to a story's tag list. Something I really don't want to do.
You can tell me if you want to be:
Removed from my permanent tag and all my stories
Removed from my permanent tag list but keep you on all my stories
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My current WIPs so that you know what I'm currently working on:
Well Met By Moonlight: Steve is a werewolf, Eddie is a vampire and there are strange and horrible things going on in Hawkins. No Upside Down supernatural creatures AU.
Never Hold Back Your Step...: Boy With a Bat book 2. Sequel to Can Anybody See Me? Season 2 Au where Eddie picks up Steve as one of his lost sheep and him and Steve get together. Set immediately after book one, Steve has to get through high school and his new summer job. Only this is Hawkins and danger is always lurking around the corner. Featuring season 3 AU.
Icarus: Eddie makes it big with Corroded Coffin as Steve and Robin seemingly struggle with menial jobs. Only there is more than meets the eye with the up and coming metal band The Fallen as Eddie learns that the lead singer and Steve is one and the same. Now they have to manage three private lives with super stardom. The path to love never was smooth.
Sweet Home Indiana: Sweet Home Alabama fusion. Eddie and Steve get married when the first state makes gay marriage legal. But soon a rift forms between them and Eddie leaves. Now almost a decade later, Eddie's back in Hawkins looking for a divorce so he can marry his fiancee, Chrissy. But when he arrives, Hawkins starts feeling like home in a way he thought he lost long ago. Now he has to chose between his new life in Seattle and his old life in Hawkins. But not everything is as it seems and that makes things harder. For everyone.
Paper Hearts: Post Season 2 Valentine's day AU. Hawkins is doing a fund raiser for senior ball, people can buy paper hearts to give to their friends and lovers. Pink for friends and red for lovers. Steve doesn't have a girlfriend this year so he decides to get twenty pink hearts to give to girls that wouldn't normally get any. Cue Eddie finding that adorable and to do the same for Steve so he doesn't feel so lonely on Valentine's. They fall in love.
So here is the list of people that haven't liked, commented, or reblogged my stuff in about two months.
@danili666 @chaoticlovingdreamer @genderless-spoon @cinnamon-mushroomabomination @emly03
Some additional info!
I remove people who haven't interacted with any of my posts in more than 60 days. This is anything I post: chaptered fics, one-shots, and rants, whether or not they've been tagged.
What does interact mean? Comment, like, OR reblog. It doesn't have to be all three. Hell it doesn't even have go beyond a like. Though, really reblogs are the best because it means more people beyond the tag list can see it.
If you've done any of those things in less than sixty days, or have said that you're going through a rough patch and interaction will be down for awhile, you are still on the list.
I put up the option to be removed from certain stories because @maya-custodios-dionach said that they didn't like a couple of the stories (omegaverse and metal band Steve) and I thought oh, why don't ask people what they want to be tagged IN?
And in the last couple of days I've had about half of my tag list chiming in and tell me what they want. It's fantastic! Open communication for the win!!! It makes me giggle that no one has asked be from Boy With a Bat book 2, though. Literally everything else has.
Most of my regular permanent listers have made themselves known on what they want to be tagged on, but if you just like the post without commenting, I will take that as option 6 and move on. These people don't HAVE to comment or like, you'll stay on the list regardless.
But if you have stories you would much rather not be tagged in, I'd like to know, you know. ;)
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i love how the revenge of the sith novelization is able to provide so much vivid insight into anakin's mental state, with stover giving words to what hayden's pained scowl and wet eyes are able to imply.
we see how far he's already gone, how close violence is to the surface of his thoughts. this is the first time in the book that in any way he has been a threat to padmé, instead of desperately trying to save her. he's really teetering on the edge, like "a bug he could crush beneath his heel and keep on walking?" the biggest possible yikes 😬
but, in a moment that expands what is shown in the final film, we see him pull himself back from that space:
we see how he's not gone yet, how he's teetering on the edge, but how he's aware that he's on the edge. it's not just that he's not the jedi he should be, it's that he's in free fall in the dark. he doesn't know how to orient himself, who to believe, how to behave. he's detached from all the bonds that keep him stable, keep him sane. the order, obi-wan, now padmé? palpatine has been relentlessly and successfully alienating him from everyone, playing him perfectly.
the problem, and why his maniuplations work so well, is that because deep down, anakin wants to be played. for all his confusion and panic, he wants what palpatine is offering, he likes the way palpatine flatters and encourages him. he's close to the edge, so close, and about to leap off, because he can. these last moments of self-awareness, self-recrimination, we see the man he used to be tugging impotently at the man that he's become. he's already lost control in so many important ways and it's so painful to see haha
#he just apologized to obi-wan and now to padme#he knows he's wildin#in their eyes#and it works to hold him down for awhile. until it doesn't#biggest possible yikes @ she's a bug#rots novelization my beloved#anakin skywalker#sw#sw books
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Thinking about riding Eddie after one of his shows.
He's drenched in sweat, curls plastered to his cheeks and jaw, strong shoulders braced against the scratchy back of the bench seat in his dimly lit van. His body thrums with leftover adrenaline beneath you - the same that still buzzes in your veins too, ignited as you watched him perform from below the stage platform. You gazed up at Eddie's face and voice and body, seeing him raw and nearly feral in his element, and a hot-blooded thing purred low in your belly, ready for the promise of after. Yet despite the needy glint in his eyes and the steady pulse between your thighs that grew throughout his set, you and Eddie aren't fucking furiously now. Instead, the way you move your hips against his is deep and slow and unhurried, like you have all night to wring each ounce of pleasure out of him, and he out of you. You savor the taste of musk and sweat as you lick up the thick vein in his neck. In reply, his fingers tighten on the fat of your ass, dimpling the flesh as he drags you forward and up only to drop you back down against his hairy thighs, over and over.
You let him help you for awhile, preoccupied by lavishing his neck and jaw with your mouth before leaning back and taking over. You roll your hips at a languid pace, dragging your puffy lips hard against his pubic bone and squeezing his length tight inside you until his head falls forward onto your chest. You hold the back of his wild curls, tucking in your fingers and urging him close as his breath huffs against your sternum. You're just as sticky as he is now, wet with sweat dewed between your breasts and with slick now dripping down his heavy balls, squelching each time you pull and push.
Eddie's tongue laves a thick, hot path between the valley of your breasts, and your breath deepens when he seeks for more after that first taste - licking, nipping, mouthing at the plush of your breasts, rooting restlessly for more of your salt against his teeth.
Nights like this, Eddie doesn't run his mouth the way he usually does. There are no murmurs of endearments or filthy praise, and part of you mourns the lack even as you sigh when he finally takes the tight bud of your nipple into his mouth, sucking firmly and looking up at you from beneath the tangle of his damp bangs. His gaze remains intent on your face as he works your nipple deeper in, and your breath hitches when he pulls it between his teeth.
That's where bliss is: your head hanging back, lolling uselessly on your neck as every roll of your hips coaxes out a delicious sting to mix with the pleasure of his fat tip rubbing against that sensitive spot inside. Because Eddie keeps your nipple trapped there between his teeth as you continue to ride him. He rumbles his satisfaction when you moan and quicken your pace so the rhythmic tug becomes a little meaner.
And it's hardly a sacrifice that he can't speak when he can watch you fall apart on top of him. You crush his head to your chest, arms wrapped tight around his ears, writhing and whimpering as you cum on his cock. After, once you loosen your grip, he soothes your abused nipple with soft wet licks, pressing a little kiss right to the peak before grinning up at you with that crooked, manic smile of his.
#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x reader smut#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson drabble
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Buzzed
Summary: Your boyfriend doesn’t drink. He’s a lightweight, never saw the appeal, and, well, it makes him horny.
Pairing: Gojo Satoru x FAB!Reader
Warnings: Whiny super whiny Gojo, handjob, public play, Gojo is just buzzed, not drunk consent is key, there are several reasons he doesn't like alcohol
Word Count: 2,307
A/N: this popped into my head at work. The need for Gojo to whimper and whine is intense.
Gojo didn't drink. He had nothing against people who liked to drink; by all means, to each their own. He never liked the taste; he was a lightweight, and he'd rather spend his money on sweets. There, however, was another reason he didn't drink. One that was far too embarrassing to mention.
Whenever Satoru would drink, he'd get horny, like super horny.
So, it was safer for him to avoid alcohol altogether, which was pretty easy. That was until you both went to one of your co-workers' birthday party. You casually conversed with some friends while Gojo headed into the kitchen. He was in search of cake, but he found punch instead. He filled his glass, tentatively giving it a sip.
It didn't taste like there was alcohol in it, so he drank a full red solo cup. And he was working on his third in the living room when he felt like his blood was on fire. The room was hot, sweltering, and you, god, you looked even hotter. The tight-fitted shirt you wore emphasized the curves of your perfect body and breasts. Your ass looked amazing in your jeans, and your smile was to die for. God, why did you look like a goddess tonight?
There was a certain glow about you that drew him in like a moth to a light. He hummed, resting his chin on your shoulder, his body pressed firmly against your backside. Not only did you look good, but you smelt fucking delectable.
You turned your head, kissing his cheek before turning back to your friends, joining in with their conversation, leaning back into Satoru when you both felt it. The huge and very hard bulge in his pants had you choking on your words as Satoru straightened, glancing at you in sheer panic.
“Toru?” He grimaced at the tone of your voice. “Please tell me that's your phone.”
“It’s not,” he confirmed your fear.
“Can you get outside to the balcony?” A glance over his shoulder confirmed no one was remotely close to his sanctuary.
“Yeah.” His voice was so gravely as his cock twitched in his pants.
“Good, go on. I'll be out in a sec.”
The second Gojo stepped into the cool night air, he groaned, looking down at his pants. What the fuck? Why was he sporting the world's biggest boner of all time? Fuck, he was so hard it hurt. He slowly sank into the dark corner, resting his back against the window where the curtain was still drawn, waiting for you to join him.
A second later, the sliding glass door opened and shut. Gojo’s hands flew towards his crotch, shielding his erection from any prying eyes. When he saw you turn the corner, he released the breath he'd been holding, dropping his hands to his sides. Satoru shut his eyes tight, biting back a pained whine. All you could do was knit your eyebrows together as you watched.
“Satoru? Are you okay? What’s going on?”
“Nngh, fuck, I don't know.” His cock throbbed hard at the sound of your voice. “I'm so goddamn hard.”
“Aren't you always hard?” The teasing tone in your voice attempted to lighten the mood.
“Yes, but your point is irrelevant. Fuck, I don’t know what happened. I only get surprise boners like this when I drink!”
Satoru was panting as you tilted your head slightly to the side. “But you did. Mina’s punch has a fuck-ton of alcohol in it.” Your boyfriend's face was contorted in pained pleasure and confusion. “People can’t taste the alcohol because of the liter of Lemon-Lime soda and the whole ass pint of sherbet.”
“Fucking fantastic,” Glancing back down at his erection, he sighed in frustration. “I-It’s going to be awhile for this bitch to go down. I’ll stay out here; you go inside and enjoy the party.”
Right now, in this embarrassing moment, Satoru could barely look at you. During the entirety of your relations, Gojo never drank, leaving that up to you if you were in the mood. You understood he particularly wasn’t too keen on drinking; it was his personal preference. Seeing him now, sulking in a corner, chest heaving, cheeks flushed, cock throbbing. It made a little more sense.
Laughter and loud music blared inside the apartment, drawing your attention to the door. Mina’s special punch was getting to everyone, it seemed like. They were so immersed in their current conversations and food would they even notice your absence?
Satoru was in physical pain. His teeth were clenched as he hissed out in frustration. You took notice of his hands, how they twitched, drawing closer to his crotch before pulling away. The man was fighting against every instinct in his buzzed horny brain. You could tell by his expression that he wanted to do nothing more than stroke his fat cock until he came all over his fist. Satoru, however, was also one not to let his lust overtake him.
He wasn’t some horny freak that would pull his dick out and stroke it until he jizzed all over your friend's balcony railing. You, however, weren’t as collected as he was. Seeing your boyfriend's cock twitching in his pants, the tiny wet spot forming over his leaking tip, made you fucking feral.
“I don’t want to go back.” Closing the distance between you, Gojo watched with bated breath as your pretty hands unbuttoned his pants.
“Tsk!” Your boyfriend hissed, crystal blue eyes darting towards the door. “Y-Y/N, what if someone comes out?!”
“I guess you’ll need to stay quiet. That way, if someone does come.” You whispered, your fingers slowly tugging his zipped down. “Can you do that for me?”
Satoru didn’t have time to think of a response because his dick did all the talking for him. It throbbed hard in the confines of his boxers. He whined and watched more pre-cum seep through the fabric of his boxers.
You cooed, running the bed of your thumb over the growing wet spot. “I’ll take that as a yes?” A nod and a tiny whimper was all you needed.
Slowly, you slid your hand down the band of his boxers, immediately coming into contact with his hot cock. His velvety shaft twitched as you tugged his boxers down just enough to free his erection. The tip was a furiously red shade; his slit dribbled pre-cum. Seeing his fat cock this hard has your cunt clenching around nothing.
“Ahh, fuck, fuuuck,” Satoru whispered through a hiss as you wrapped your fingers around his shaft. You slowly stroked your hands up and down. Squeezing it, trying to mimic how your pussy would pulsate around him when he would fuck you. “Y-Y/N~”
Using his pre-cum as lube, you smeared it up and down his length. Watching the pretty tip twitch madly each time you collected your makeshift lubricant. Satoru groaned, eyes half-lidded, watching you, the way you shifted, pressing your thighs together, how you took your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down on it, as you jerked him off.
“I-I’m, haaa, I’m the one g-getting jerked off here. B-But you, holy fuck!” He clamped his hand over his mouth, stifling a moan. Your teasing jerks, changed, your wrist twisting with every move. “Nnngh, f-fuck but y-yo—ooooh shit, you're the one e-enjoying yourself.”
“Of course, I’m enjoying myself. Satoru, I love feeling your dick get hard in my hand. It's so fat, hot, god, it makes me wet.”
Satoru flushed, head tilting back, the veins in his neck straining as he clenched his jaw. He was the one that would normally talk to you like this. Having it turned the other way around, he had his head spinning. The dizziness was so intense your boyfriend tilted his head back before he began thrusting into your tight-fitted fist.
“Fuuck, Haa, ooh fuck sweetheart, feels so good.” you bit back a moan of your own, watching as he ducked your hands, stinks of pre-cum running over your fingers, as he slammed the palm of his Hans against the railing. “D-Dont stop baby~ fuck Y-Y/N don't fuckin’ stop.”
Watching him desperately fuck your hand was so fucking pretty. From the thin sheen of sweat on his beautiful face to the throbbing shaft in your hand, everything about Gojo had panties soaked. Right now, you wanted to drag him out of the cramped apartment and back to your place where you would fuck his brains out.
But getting him through the apartment right now was out of the question.to get what you wanted, you had to get him off first! The faster he came, the faster you'd get to have him inside of you.
“You're doing such a good job, Toru~” Your hand moved faster. “I love feeling your cock sliding into my hand. But I love it so much more when you’re sliding into me, stretching me with your cock.”
Satoru was a hundred present, certain you were responsible for his hot blood and the hazy gaze that lingered over his eyes. You were the source of his buzz, and it had him jerking like a virgin into your first. You tried matching his thrusts with your hand. The whines that left his mouth were all the confirmation you needed to know that it felt good.
“F-Feels so good.” Satoru cried out, head dipping down to watch you jerk him off. “Holy fuck, your hand feels so good.”
“Mmhm~ just think about how good my pussy will feel when I get you home.” A grunt sounded from him. “Yeah~ you like knowing that you’re going to fuck me when we get home~? You going to reward me for helping you~?”
“Y-Yes, p-please don’t stop Y/N, I can feel it coming. God, I’m going to cum so hard.”
Hearing the pleasure that paved his voice had you pressing your thighs together. “Yeah~ are you going to cum~? Do it; I want you to cum, baby~ I want you to feel so good~ Like the good you are.”
“Y/N?” Gojo jerked, his head searching for the source of your voice. “Hey, is Gojo okay?”
Without missing a beat, you pulled Satoru down with your free hand. Your hand pushed the back of his head into the crook of your neck. Gojo didn’t know what you were doing at first, but as your hand left to join the other stroking his throbbing cock, he picked up on what to do. He whimpered and moaned softly into the crook of your neck.
“Oh yeah, he’s just a bit buzzed right now.” You stroked him harder, squeezing his shaft. “He doesn’t like drinking and thought the punch was safe.”
Satoru’s arms wrapped around you, fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt. His breathing whines were hot against your skin as his balls started to clench. He was so close to cumming, his eyes shutting tight, losing himself in the cooling sensation in his abdomen. So close, he was so close.
“Aww, poor guy, did you need anything?”
Gojo needed whoever the fuck this was to get out of here. He whined out your name into your neck. Hot breath having you shifting.”Y//N c-close.” He whispered as softly as he could as you jerked him faster, both hands working in tandem.
“Nope! We’ll be back inside in a second; I gotta get him home.”
“Okay!”
You waited until the door shut when you moaned with him. “Good boy, good boy~” his fingers dug into your back. “Go on, Toru~ cum for me~ give me it all.”
Satoru cried out into your neck in a nearly silent cry. “Y-/N oooh~ god fuck~ holy fuckin’ shit! C-Cummin’ I-I’m cumming.” You suddenly understood why he loved you, scratching up his back when you came around his cock. It felt good, so good, as he spurted thick ropes of cum all over your hand. “Nnngh oh fuck~! Fuck! Fuck!” His whines were shaky and nearly breathless as his cock weakly twitched in your hand. “Y-Y/NN~”
Gently you let go of his softening cock, bring your cum coated hand to your mouth. Satoru watched you closely, his chest heaving as he slowly came down from his high. He had half expectantly thought you were going to wipe his cup off on the inside of his jacket. What he hadn’t been anticipating was for you to flatten your tongue and lick it off. His sensitive cock twitched back to life at the lewd sight.
“Mmm~” You hummed in delight as if you just finished a meal. “So sweet and salty, Satoru~ I wanna taste it first hand when we get home.”
A switch flipped in Satoru’s head, be it post-nut clarity. He grabbed you by the face, turning you so you were pressed against the sliding glass door. The sudden flip had your breath catching in your throat as your boyfriend bent down, pressing his forehead against yours.
“The only one who is doing any sort of tasting when we get home will be me. If you don’t get us out of here fast, I’ll be sampling that soaking cunt right here.”
You didn’t need to be told twice; you dragged Satoru out of the party, shouting out brash goodbyes. Satoru might be buzzed from the punch. But you were buzzed off of him, and you needed to turn that buzz into a love-drunken affair.
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studying with your boyfriend is something you love but also hate. he's a great teacher and explains everything that you don't understand or that professors haven't explained to you the right way for you to understand but you also don't like studying with neville because he's so hot when he's tutoring you that it's distracting.
the whole time neville will be trying to help you with your exam next week you'll be wanting to snog him and find a quiet and dark place in the library to suck his dick.
"are you listening flower?" he asks when you haven't made any input to the conversation. honestly you're not, you're watching the way his eyebrows furrow as he crosses out a misspelling and how he's rolled his jumper up to his forearms. his lip is slightly jutting out and you want to reach over to him and grab his face and kiss him until you're both dizzy.
he looks over to you to see you staring at his lips and smirks. he knows that look on you well. "not now petal, we've got to get this all done," he tells you softly but sternly.
you really should listen, you know he's right but you can't pay attention when he's looking so attractive. "nev please, i need you so bad," you whine, hoping he'll give in and forget about the exam in favour of making out with you.
neville looks back up from his work to you and sighs starting to get exasperated with those puppy dog eyes and pleading words. "i said no."
some people in gryffindor still think of neville as this clumsy, shy and timid boy but he's changed, so when your boyfriend talks like that it's hard to go against him so you shut your mouth, at least for awhile.
neville sees your antsy behaviour and distracted self and decides to do something about it. "you're so needy petal, can't even spend a few hours concentrating without you trying to fuck me."
you pout at him, not realising that you weren't being convincing after he told you to start studying again. "i didn't do anything neville, promise," you say while looking down and playing with the hem of your skirt.
neville follows your eyes and then gets an idea on how to handle his girlfriend. "petal sit on my thigh."
your eyes widen in realisation. "neville we can't do that, not here," you whisper. whipping your head around the library you see that you're the only ones around and you are also in the back of the library but you still believe it to be to dangerous.
"thought you said you were needy?" you bit your lip in thought, he knows what you'll do. "haven't got all day flower." after that you slide out of your chair and stand in front of neville silently asking him where he wants you to sit. "come on, so you're facing me." you shyly nod your head and rest on his thigh.
neville places a delicate kiss on your temple and speaks lowly into your ear, "love you flower." at the same time he grabs hold of your soft hips and starts to drag your body against his thigh.
as you move more against neville's thigh you know that your knickers are getting wetter and they'll probably be a stain on his trousers if this goes on for long.
neville chose this so he could keep working if necessary but he's forgotten all about it. he can't help but drop everything to focus all his attention on you, it's impossible for him not to. he adores you and right now he's getting incredibly hard after hearing your small panting and feeling your doughy skin underneath his big palms. neville simply doesn't know where to look, at your quickly rising and falling chest that's pressed against him or your plush thighs that he can see now that your skirt has ridden up higher or your cute face scrunched up in pleasure.
you've wrapped your arms around neville's neck and you bury your face into his chest every time you feel a particularly loud moan about to leave your mouth. neville pushes some of your hair out of your face as you're beginning to get sweaty and kisses you all over your face.
his trousers get tighter and you increase your pace with the help and guidance of neville. your clit gets pressed against him constantly with the friction and you're losing all sense of how to talk. "nev, plea-, i- i feels s'good," you whine.
neville smirks, his whole confident aura is making you fuzzy. "alright petal, i've got you. hold on tightly to my neck." you nod frantically and hold on tighter. he sinks his fingers even deeper into your plush body, definitely leaving bruises. he flexes his thigh again, angles your body in the right way so that every time you move your clit gets stimulation and starts to move your body up and down, completely controlling your pace.
it's been a couple minutes as you start to form a new sentence "neville, i-"
neville already knows you're about to finish, you started clawing his neck and biting your lip harder trying to stifle any noise. "come f'me petal." you do, the coil building inside of you snaps and you see white. neville shoves his tongue in your mouth and kisses you, muffling your moan. your body shivers and you push your body up against his even more.
you take a couple minutes to breathe and afterwards shakily get off of neville. he holds onto your wrist to stabilise you and groans as he sees the aftermath you've left on his trousers. he takes a glance at the table with all your books on and mumbles 'fuck it' and starts shoving both of your work into his bag. neville's heart melts as he looks up to your cute confused face. "let's head back to my room petal." your face lights up as you remove your wrist from his hand and intertwine your fingers together, you start swinging both your hands as you walk out the library.
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Hehehehe what about Vox and a fem!S/O that makes it a habit to fluster him or smother his techy butt in affection? I really just wanna take care of this stressed and overworked man whdiskansoskns-
Oh I suppose we can throw him a bone~
Vox X Reader Headcanons
✅️Romantic
❌️Platonic
TW: None I think??
Description: ☝️⬆️
Vox is probably the most stressed out of all the V's, not necessarily because of his workload but because of his temperament
A lot of little things get to him even though he tries not to show it
So he really appreciates having you as his S/O, especially on those days where he's losing his shit, because your affectionate nature helps him focus on something else
On those days, you manage to get him to lay down and accept a back massage from you, and you only tickle his sides a little
You couldn't help it
Sometimes, he actually falls asleep only to wake up to you lying on top of him, arms wrapped around his chest
Or you kiss the side of his screen and hug his neck while he vents to you, holding you securely in his lap
He doesn't want solutions, he just wants you to listen and keep cooing at him like you agree with him
Sometimes all he needs is just a hug from his favorite person in the world and you are more than willing to give it
He could die happy wrapped in your arms and breathing in your scent, your fingers gently caressing the edges of his screen
He loves how affectionate you are with him, knows that he would probably been driven mad by now if it weren't for you in his life
But if you do it in public or around the V's?? He's absolutely mortified and will actually just fizzle out right then and there
Not that you care, you'll take care of him
He's on tv doing his show? No matter, you blow him kisses from behind the camera until he's too flustered to go on, ending it earlier so he can go to you
Definitely doesn't cash in on all those smooches you were blowing his way
Not you interrupting a meeting with the V's because he forgot his phone, you practically demanding a kiss goodbye before you go
"Y/N, we're in a meeting I can't just-"
"I won't leave without a proper kiss!"
Smooch
Not Valentino hooting and hollering at you two as you grip onto your mans and really kiss him
Vox is so dazed by the time you scamper off, flopping back into his chair and hardly registering anything being said
...he definitely had his phone in his pocket before he left...he just didn't check after you pulled him in for a hug...
Did you pickpocket him just to kiss him at work!? In front of his friends!?
And now his screen went dark
The two of you are going out somewhere? You insist on holding his hand and kissing it at every opportunity, gazing up at him innocently
He chokes on his own spit
Even when you aren't awake you're so affectionate
Vox tries to get out of bed and get an early start on the day? Not unless he's taking you with him, your sleepy arms wrapped around him like a vice
More often than not, Vox is seen carrying you around while he sips his coffee, you peacefully dozing against him
You always rub your face on him, practically purring in your sleep because you're so content to snuggle him
He's blushing the entire time while trying to keep a neutral or annoyed look on his face, sipping his drink while scrolling through the news
If anybody mentions it then they're fired
If you ever wear lipstick or anything like that? You bet Vox is stumbling out of closets and rooms covered in kiss marks, blushing furiously
You look so innocent when you step out behind him, like you didn't nearly take his soul
Don't worry, you'll clean him up~
You give him affection and love so freely that it's difficult for him not to be embarrassed, not used to such a thing
He does try to reciprocate but it's not nearly as easy for him as it is for you, but he wants you to know he feels the same
So every once in awhile when you two are alone, he'll pull you into his lap and kiss the back of your neck in an attempt to hide his blush
"You know I'd be so lost without you, right?"
Now he's just asking for you to kiss him until he's begging for mercy
"Y/N W-WAIT!"
I had a lot of fun with this one! I hope it was okay!
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don't mind me... just thinking about the demon brothers slowly dropping the rest of their roster for you as they fall head over heels...
lucifer // mammon // levi // satan // asmo // beel // belphie (you are here) -- others coming soon, NSFW warning below, gn!reader
belphegor, who looks at you with such sharp eyes as you speak to him through the attic door. his smile sharpens when you look away, only to be kind and forgiving when you meet his eyes. you're his ticket to freedom. he'll play nice with you as you schmooze with his siblings. and, when the time is right, he'll make sure you have a one way ticket to the celestial realm.
belphegor, who doesn't think this is fair at all. he doesn't understand why he keeps getting the short end of the stick. first his sister was taken from him, then his freedom, and now you? no. he's sick of this. he's sick of losing things. the exchange program is ending sooner than he can handle. now that he likes you, he likes you, and he doesn't want to share. he'll plop his head into your lap and curl around you like a kitten after a long day, all sweet and innocent, tuning out the way mammon bitches at him for the (admittedly sneaky) move. you carefully pet his hair and his face flushes-- he'll play it off by pretending to be asleep.
belphegor, who uses the occasional hookup to keep himself satiated. he watches the pretty demon bounce on his cock, their keens covering the little noises of pleasure he makes. if he closes his eyes, he can pretend it's you. he can pretend the whines falling from their lips are yours, the grinding of their hips against his your desperation for him instead. the fantasies are easier when he doesn't have to do the work. he doesn't have to forget the feeling of his own hand on his cock to imagine it's yours, to watch explicit videos and pretend he doesn't notice the performers don't quite look like you.
belphegor, who doesn't mind ignoring others if it meant he'd get a chance with you. he's at another one of diavolo's stupid, boring parties, eying you from across the room while he's caught in conversation with someone interested in him. he will not-so-politely brush women and men alike off with a blank stare, peeking at you to make sure you saw him turn down other options. if that doesn't get the point across, he'll stalk across the floor to you, draping his sleepy frame across your shoulders or around your waist, mumbling something about how he'd rather spend the evening with you instead.
belphegor, who will give you every ounce of his energy when he finally has you. it's the middle of the night, but he's wide awake, breath warm on your shoulder as he whispers filthy promises against your skin. you've finally given him a chance to show you what he's been wanting to do since he first laid eyes on you. his touch was slow-- not lethargic, but deliberate-- as he ran his hand along the swell of your bare ass, swatting it a little just to grin when you squirm. his lips meet the nape of your neck, then his fangs, then his lips again as an apology. he's slow to enter you. and he's slow to begin moving once he's sheathed inside you. belphie wants to savor the way you clench around his cock, the whine that's muffled against the pillows as he pulls back, an obscene slick noise following the drag of his hips as he pushes back in. nice, slow, steady thrusts. in and out. his cheeks are flushed, and he bites his bottom lip hold back the little whimpers that threaten to expose how long he's yearned for you, yearned for the way your ass bounces against him each time his hips jerk forward. he's relieved when you finally reach your climax-- he doesn't have to act like he wasn't teetering over the edge since he slipped inside. you start to roll over but he catches your hips. not yet. he's not done with you. he won't be for awhile. he's here to make up for lost time-- his brothers may have had you first, but you're his now. he'll fuck you over and over until you remember that.
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Could you do the sex alphabet with Bi-Han please! I love your work!
Thanks sm!! I've gotten a few requests for him, so!
Bi-Han NSFW Alphabet
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
If you've read my Johnny NSFW one, I mentioned that it took him awhile to get used to the idea of aftercare. I think Bi-Han is the same way. He's cold at first, and it's not because he doesn't care, just because he thinks that what he does is enough. Eventually, he learns to listen to you, and aftercare becomes a normal thing. Communication baby!
B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)
He likes his arms. He's strong, and he's proud of that fact. You like his arms too, to be fair. As for you, he really likes your chest. No matter what kind of chest you have, he likes that he's able to just fall into it after a long day, and let himself be without any expectation. You're a safe space for him.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)
Either in you or on your face, either way, it's going to mark you as his. If he cums on your face, he likes to hold your jaw and look at you, praising you for how perfect you look, just for him. Oh, and he'll absolutely eat you out after he cums in you.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He'd love it if you teased him during trainings or meetings, just enough so it's close to being public, but not entirely. He likes the idea of the danger of it, that closeness to being caught. Of course, if you do decide to tease him, he's going to find the closest private place and fuck you until your legs are shaking.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He's had a few flings, but nothing close to what you two have. There's love in this relationship, and he really cherishes it. He's going to take his time with you, and he'll put more focus on your pleasure.
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)
Lotus position. Let him be romantic! He likes that he gets to be so close to you, and he'll run his hands up and down your body and whisper praise into your ear. Again, he feels safe with you, so he likes a position that makes him feel just as safe.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)
He treats sex as a romantic, serious thing, so no, he isn't going to be cracking many jokes. You might be able to get a grin out of him if you joke around, but he isn't going to be the one initiating that. Sometimes this means he gets into his own head during sex, but luckily, you're there to pull him out of it.
H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Fairly groomed? Like enough that it's neat, but not fully shaved. He doesn't care if you shave, so why should he care if he does?
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)
Like I said, he's SO intimate and romantic. Praising you, holding you. Moments like this are when he can put his guard down. He's still stoic, of course, but he manages to be that without being, well, cold. Basically worships you, he wants nothing more than to make this good for you.
J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)
Barely ever. He thinks it's undignified. But sometimes you're away, and he misses you, and he can't help it. Overall, though, he's not going to.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Temperature play. You guys KNEW this one was coming. Will hold ice on your clit while he eats you out. He loves to watch you squirm and know that he's the one who can make you fall apart like this.
Bondage. On you, specifically. Likes to tie your hands above your head while his hands travel across your skin, teasing you just so. He likes to hear you whine and beg him to hurry up, but no, he's taking his time. Oh, and expect blindfolds as well.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
In your bed, obviously, as it's the most private and intimate. But again, remember how I said he wants you to tease him? He can ABSOLUTELY be persuaded to fuck you in the corner of the training room or somewhere sort of public. It's not often, but it's rough and hot
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Run your hands across anywhere. His shoulders, his arms, his chest. Your touch literally makes him dizzy. Whisper in his ear, too, and he'll loose every inch of composure.
N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He's not a sub. Nope. It's just not going to happen. He likes to be in control, and he's already vulnerable with you during sex. There's just a certain feeling that comes with being a sub that makes him uncomfortable.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He REALLY likes to fuck your face. He'll run his fingers through your hair and tell you how good you're being for him, how pretty you look ruined like this. With giving, though, it's different. He's going to take his sweet time with it, teasing you until you're begging him to cum. And, just when you're about to, he'll back off. Evil, he is.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Both. You can never be sure, but he'll obviously go at the pace most comfortable for you. It's usually slower, but sometimes he just wants to be rough with you, and leave you begging for more.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Rarely. Again, sex is intimate and important in your relationship, and to him, quickies cheapen that.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
Willing to try things. He's into bondage, so he can be persuaded into other things. So long as he's dominant.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
He has STAMINA. He'll go for a long time. Really into orgasm delay, so you are in for a TIME.
T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He's fine if you have them, but he doesn't really like using them in bed. He wants all of your pleasure to come from him. Call him selfish, but it's what he likes.
U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)
RUTHLESS. SUCH A TEASE. You'll be whining and begging for him, and he'll still make your wait for your orgasm.
"You're already begging? But I've barely touched you."
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He'll grunt and swear, but he's quiet overall. Goes back to wanting to keep sex between the two of you.
W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)
As much as he likes to be dominant in bed, if you're cuddling, he is absolutely going to cuddle into you, hold his head on your chest, etc. He'll mumble about how it's embarrassing, but you tell him there's nothing to fear. Run your hands through his hair, please, it's soothing for him.
X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Longer than he is thick, but still big. You can take him well.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Thought he wasn't that horny, and then he started dating you, and he honestly surprises himself. Wants you as often as he can have you. Almost needy for you.
Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)
He won't fall asleep until you do. He likes to watch you fall asleep, and know that you're just as safe as he is.
#mortal kombat x reader#mortal kombat#mortal kombat 1#mortal kombat imagine#mk imagine#mortal kombat smut#bi han x reader#bi han mk#bi han
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Okay but what about Eddie and reader having been going strong for awhile and Eddie wants to take things further and ask reader to marry him, but he wants to ask Roan’s permission first bc he cares about her opinion.
I thought this was so cute! it's almost entirely eddie and roan but r is mentioned lots and lots and is also a bit long my bad 🥺 ♡ fem!reader
He really wants to get you a ring.
Eddie Munson can be stupid. He makes rash decisions all the time. He bets on the wrong horses and he's almost always late to parent-teacher conferences. He buys Roan's clothes by holding them up to her body in the middle of the store and asking her if she likes them. He knows there's a thousand wrong decisions to make and half of them he's already made, but he really thinks this is the right one.
He just needs Roan to agree.
You're at your own place for once. Not for Eddie's lack of trying — he'd asked you to move in twice already, and though you'd kissed him silly and told him you loved him an insane amount, you'd reasoned that you should keep your place. (Though you had, in a way, moved in anyhow.)
"I don't want us to rush anything, Eddie," you'd said carefully, eyes on Roan's dark head of hair across the room. He'd followed your gaze. "I don't want to be the evil step-mom."
He'd promised that could never, ever happen.
He probably shouldn't have. While Roan literally loves you so much it makes her cry, things can change.
Right now, Roan thinks that she's sharing Eddie, and she's doing a great job at adapting to all the changes that come with that. Your clothes in his room, your coats on the hangers. Your work stuff where her princess ponies used to live, your fancy shampoo next to her jellybean two-in-one. Getting married would make you her bona fide mom. Eddie's not sure Roan realises that she's the one who'd be getting shared.
Though you act like you're her mom already. It's one of the many reasons he loves you. You've never once made Eddie feel bad for being a dad, or for having Roan full time. You genuinely miss her when she's at Wayne's. You love his daughter. You play games and you sing songs and you cuddle her whenever you can. You wash her hair and take care of her curls, you do plaits and bows and bunches. You'd learned how to do all of that stuff without ever having been asked.
Eddie wants to marry you so badly it's a physical ache.
Which is why he's as scared as he is to ask her about it.
"Roan?" he calls, stretched out over the couch with a coke can on his chest. Moping, maybe.
"What?" she calls back, voice littler still because of the distance.
"Are you busy?"
He hears the tap running and then she appears, water dripping down to her wrists. Eddie swaps her for the coke can, rubbing her wet hands dry with the excess fabric of his shirt.
She sits on his stomach. She's incredibly big and small at the same time.
"What, dad?"
"I got something to ask you."
Roan squirms until Eddie brings his legs up to let her lean against his thighs like a chair.
"It's a big question," he says tentatively.
Roan crosses her arms in front of her, hands on his stomach. "Like, big as you?"
"Right. Super big."
She nods thoughtfully before flashing a huge, charming smile. "Okay."
Eddie lifts his hands to her small face, tucking her freshly shorn locks behind her ears. Long hair like daddy had been a good idea in theory, but she just can't stand all the fuss of it.
"I'm asking because... You're five now. And I know you have lots of big feelings. I wanna know what you think about-" He doesn't chicken out, per se, more like opens softly midway through. "Uh, how you feel about Y/N."
Roan wrinkles her nose. "I love her."
"I know you do. And you don't mind that she spends so much time here?"
Again, Roan looks perplexed. How many times has she cried now because she wants to see you and you're busy? How many times has Eddie told her you can't spend all your time here? It probably doesn't make much sense to her that he'd be asking.
"No. I wanted her for my princess party after and you said no."
He grins ruefully. "I didn't say no, babe. She couldn't come because she's at her own house tonight."
"Why can't she be at our house?"
Brilliant question.
"She has stuff to do." Like make sure moths haven't eaten your clothes. And dust.
You don't really spend a lot of time there.
Roan harrumphs. "Whatever. Why can't we go to her house, then?"
He takes Roan's hands into his and toys with her smaller fingers. "I can't really explain it. But you like when she's here all the time?"
"Yeah," Roan says, clearly bored of this conversation.
He laughs under his breath and steels himself for a bunch of huge questions.
"You know I love you more than anybody else?" he asks.
"I love you more," she argues.
"No, like. Out of everybody in the world, I love you the most. I could love Uncle Wayne the most, but I love you the most." Sorry, Wayne.
And while Eddie loves you so much (and Wayne, of course), it's the truth. You're always gonna be that tiny fraction below, though Eddie's not sure he likes the word below. It's a different kind of love, regardless.
Roan seems really, really happy with this prospect. She giggles for a second and throws her arms out toward him, face landing perfectly under his chin.
"I love you, daddy," she says. She manages to sound both shy and exuberant, little face digging into his collar. "I would pick you out of the world too."
"You would?" he asks. Eddie's not too proud to admit he wells up. He laughs it off, wrapping his arms around her as tightly as he can.
"You first. Um, and Uncle Wayne and Y/N and damnation and Stacey P. second most."
"Damnation your imaginary dog is on the same level as Uncle Wayne and Y/N?" he asks, laughing hard enough to shake under her hug.
"Dad!"
"Sorry. Your totally real and invisible dog."
"Well, maybe not as much as Uncle Wayne and Y/N."
"No, I thought so."
She hides her hands inside of his short sleeves. Eddie lets her get on with it, happy and honestly buffeted by her affection. He feels both the euphoria of having a great kid and the self-satifaction of a parenting win.
"Do you think Y/N loves me that much?" Roan asks. "In the world?"
"Yes," he says without hesitation. "Of course she does."
"Mm," Roan hums, pleased. "I miss her."
"If I ask you my really big question, maybe we can go see her afterward. But it's- it's a big question, Roanie, I mean it. And it's okay if you don't know the answer, or if you feel mad or angry first."
Roan looks very concerned, climbing up on his chest to giggle at him. "Ast me, dad."
He blows her hair out of her eyes with a breath from the corner of his mouth. Heart in his throat, he grabs a hold of her waist in one hand and tries.
"I want to ask Y/N to marry me."
She blinks.
"I don't know if she'll say yes, but if she does that means lots of things would change. We would live together, and we'd maybe not live so close to Uncle Wayne, I'm not sure. Do you know what I mean?"
Roan leans forward. "Marry in a wedding?"
"Yeah. A big wedding. Or actually maybe a little one. I haven't really asked. Roan..."
He drifts off, distracted by her lovely tiny face growing more and more excited by the second.
"She would-"
"She would be my mom?" Roan shouts, eyes wide with a blazing amusement. "She would be my mommy?"
"Sweetheart," Eddie says apprehensively, "I'm not sure-"
"Oh my god," Roan says, already climbing off of his chest.
"Roan, I really need to finish talking to you," he says, listening to her sprint away in defeat. He rubs his eyes for a second, stressed, though slowly he starts to smile.
That's a good reaction.
That's a great reaction.
"Roan, if we get married, that means more- It means a lot of things," he calls, struggling to keep the smile out if his voice as he gets onto his feet to track her down.
"Yeah!" Roan calls.
Eddie walks down the hall and finds her in the middle of her room, backpack in the middle of her floor and upheaved. She's crammed three different teddies inside and a mismatched pair of pajamas, and now seems to be deciding between her pens or her long crayons.
"Babe, what are you doing?"
"I'm getting my stuff!"
He bites back a ridiculous smile. "For what?"
"You said we'd ask the question and go see Y/N," she whines, expecting a rejection.
"I didn't ask my question yet."
Roan shoves her crayons into her backpack and stares at him expectantly, a frenzy of ringlets and a palpable excitement.
He feels suddenly sheepish. "So can I... Is that okay? If I ask her to get married?"
Roan starts laughing like a maniac, the smallest, most intense vestibule of joy that's ever existed. "Dad, I need my shoes."
"No, but you can't tell her! It's a secret!" he warns seriously.
"You said we could go!"
He looks down at his girl. She's frenetic, jumping on both feet with her hands bunched into fists like she's willing to fight him for this. She wants to see you so badly now she's practically vibrating.
"Alright. Alright, come on. Let's get your shoes on."
Roan screams and runs past him, almost barrelling him down. He picks up her backpack and zips it closed, standing in the middle of her room for a few private seconds.
"Holy shit," he whispers.
"Dad!"
"I'm coming, Roan," he says, closing the door behind him.
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silk dress - draco malfoy
paring: draco malfoy x fem! reader
word count : 1.9k
warning: 18+, minors dni!, smut, swearing, rough sex
Midnight in the heart of the city, and all was quiet. The only sound that could be heard over the rain was the patter of a few drops hitting the roof of a nearby building. A light drizzle had been falling for several hours now.
The storm clouds were dark, threatening, and menacing. They loomed above the city like an ominous wall. Lightning flashed across the sky, followed by thunder. It was as if the heavens themselves were trying to send some sort of message. You got up from the bed, walking over to the couch that was facing the window. The window was open, letting out the sounds of the storm outside. There was something about it that calmed you down.
Draco was all the well snoring, his head on the armrest of the bed. His eyes were closed, and he looked so peaceful, sleeping away. He'd taken off his shirt after dinner, revealing the muscular torso underneath. Even though Draco hadn't done anything but sleep since then, you still felt your body responding.
You and Draco have been dating for about two years, it was fine up until he asked about become intimate. You wanted him to take things slow with you because you weren't sure what you really wanted. Of course, he understand and never pushed it. You decided to wear the nightgown that Draco bought you. It was one of your favorite because of the color of the sky at twilight, and it made your skin look like porcelain.
You could see the nipples through the thin fabric, but you knew it wasn't because you wanted to be seen; it was just what the dress did. The dress hugged your body in all the right places while still being comfortable. The hem came down far enough that it brushed against the tops of your thighs when you walked. The back was open and each strap had small diamonds sewn into them.
At this point, you begin to overthink everything, and this wasn't helping matters anyways. You wanted to know if you should continue seeing him. After all, you loved him. And you couldn't imagine yourself without him. But there's more than just love here. You wanted passionate, and pleasure. You've watched porn, and even read erotica. All those scenarios sounded good.
But what if they don't work with Draco? What if he doesn't want to do them? Or worse, he thinks you're crazy for wanting these things?
Asking for many questions in your head and when you decided to calm down, the sound of Draco heavy breathing hit your ear. You turn and semi-hide, you see Draco’s face turning red. His moans began to get louder and louder. Tossing and turning, you could see the outline of his dick from his grey sweats.
You didn't want to wake him so you stayed silent, watching as he kept going. You could see the sweat dripping down his back and chest. The way his muscles moved beneath the surface was mesmerizing. Your eyes were glued to the sight before you. He grabbed hold of his cock, stroking it vigorously, making his dick twitch every once in awhile.
You began to feel wet under your nightgown, knowing that you would soon find yourself in his arms. You needed him so badly, and you weren't ashamed to admit it. You wanted him inside you, feeling him throbbing between your legs. You wanted to make him moan, and scream.
Your mind snapped into reality when you heard Draco grunting. "oh fuck" he said, barely audible over the thunder and rain. His hands gripped the sheets, rubbing his dick on the pillow. You watch as he starts to cum, shooting thick ropes of cum onto the sheets.
You stare at his semi-naked form for a few minutes before deciding to go to the bed. As you climb into bed, you feel the wetness on your leg again. This time, it's not from the rain.
You reach over and grab his arm.
"Draco." You say, your voice barely audible.
"Hm?" He grunts, turning to face you.
"Draco... you've been touching yourself..."
"Yes, and I'm sorry." He says, his eyes wide.
"Why are you saying sorry?" You ask, confused.
"I thought you might be uncomfortable." He says, sitting up. "You've been through a lot and-"
"It's alright." You say, cutting him off. "I don't mind... in fact, I was wondering if you wanted me to help."
He stares at you, not moving or blinking. "What?"
You smile. "I think you heard me." You say, leaning forward. Your lips meet his and he kisses you back.
You started to kiss his lips, slowly moving towards his neck. Draco moaned as you kissed him, sliding your tongue into his mouth. You hear him gasp and start kissing you harder, pushing his hand down your stomach and grabbing your ass.
‘I’m ready, ready to fill this need... I'm ready to make him mine.’
You smiled at the thought, kissing his cheek softly. He groaned as you pulled his pants off, revealing his dick from the oh so tight sweats. You let out a soft sigh, admiring the size of it. It was already hard, and you could see precum glistening along its length.
He placed his hand on top of yours, guiding it towards his dick. You wrapped your fingers around his shaft, giving him a gentle squeeze. Draco moaned as you felt it pulsating in your hand, you slowly started jacking him off. The way you were position made it so that your knees were in between his left leg.
“Oh merlin, please. Go faster ," he whispered in your ear, grinding his hips against your thigh. You continued jerking him, trying to match his pace.
It wasn't long till he was close to coming, his hips buckling and thrusting up against your hand. He cried out loud, letting loose all his cum onto your hand.
“Fuck, love. Come here.” Draco panted, pulling you towards him. He pushes you onto your back, kissing your chest. He paused, “May I?”
“Please.” You whispered. Draco pushes the fabric away from your body exposing your breast. His hands slide down to your sides, squeezing them tightly. He leans forward, planting kisses across your chest.
You whimpered lightly, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. Draco slides down your stomach, licking the valley between your boobs. His tongue swipes your nipple, causing you to arch your back. He continues kissing down your body, pausing at the bottom where your panties cover your pussy. He lifts them up, leaving your bare pussy uncovered.
Draco’s eyes widen as he sees your pink flesh, his fingers brushing over it. His tongue laps at your folds, tasting your juices. You grab his hair, moaning loudly as his tongue flicks against your clit.
His lips surround your clit, sucking gently as his finger rubs against your g-spot. He licks your slit, coating it with his spit, his fingers slipping inside your entrance. You cry out, unable to contain your pleasure. Draco sucks your clit harder, his tongue swirling around your nub.
He pulls his finger out and replaces it with two others. You bite your lip, holding back your screams as his fingers start pumping into you. His thumb massages your clit, rubbing it roughly. You throw your head back, biting your lip until it bleeds.
“Dracos, oh god," you gasped, throwing your head back again. Draco sucked your clit even more, his fingers pumping in and out. You came quickly, your whole body trembling uncontrollably.
“Merlin, love. I'm sorry, I can't hold on anymore." Draco pulled his fingers out, tossing them aside. He lifted himself above you, kissing your thighs. You wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your breasts against his chest.
"Are you okay?" Draco asked, looking at you. You nodded, his face flushed.
"I'm fine."
You kiss him again, feeling his erection press against your belly. In that moment, you could feel the tip of his dick near your pussy, but he stops.
"Don't be scared," he whispers. "I won't hurt you."
"No, I just want you inside me. Please."
He grunts, lifting his hips slightly. Your legs are still pressed together, keeping his cock from entering you. He takes one of your hands, placing it on his dick.
“Do it. Take my cock."
You grip his dick, stroking it as you open yourself up. You push down, taking half of his thickness in. Draco lets out a deep breath, kissing you softly. You feel his member throbbing against your walls, stretching your innermost parts.
“I know it hurts, but it'll get better. Just keep going.” Draco whispers, kissing you again.
You nod, gripping his shoulder tighter as you push down further. He groans, kissing your forehead as you take his entire length inside you. You moan as your insides stretch around his thick shaft. He starts moving, slowly fucking you with long strokes.
"Love, you're beautiful. So tight..." Draco's voice is raspy as he speaks. He picks up speed, pushing deeper and deeper inside you.
You pant heavily, gasping for air as his large cock stretches your insides. Each time he slams against your cervix, it causes sharp pain, but it soon goes away. You start rocking your hips, matching his thrusts. Draco grabs your ass, lifting your hips up higher.
Your back arches as he enters you fully, filling your womb with his seed. You gasp, his cock twitching inside you.
“Draco," you whisper, grabbing his shoulders. Draco kisses you, his cock still pulsating inside you.
“Go faster,” You whispered as you bite the side of your finger.
He looks at you, nodding before slamming into you. He bites your neck, sucking hard on your skin. He thrusts into you so fast, his balls slapping against your ass.
You cry out, your orgasm building up. Your inner muscles clench tightly around his cock, milking it of its load. He moans, biting down on your neck as he comes inside you. You squeeze him tightly, trying not to let any spill out.
After a few minutes, his cock softens inside you. You pull out, laying on your back. He crawls on top of you, kissing you deeply. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer to you. Draco lays next to you, snuggling close.
"Fuck" Draco laughs as he runns his hands through his hair, "Maybe I should dream about fucking you more."
#hp smut#harry potter imagines#malfoy#harry potter x reader#draco fuckingmalfoy#draco imagines#draco malfoy#draco malfoy fic#draco malfoy smut#draco x reader#draco lucius malfoy
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farleigh smut short
one shot.
something about farleigh's jealousy and cocky attitude is just getting to me. i could imagine you and felix slowly becoming friends whilst dating farleigh , and felix starts to become a bit too touchy. first - it started with pats on the shoulder and back , then hugs lingering for too long . .
farleigh catches felix in the act , holding a hug for longer than he's supposed to as a friend , farleigh bites his lip in anger.
you didn't see him till later that night , he was being so petty. barely speaking , focusing on his homework instead of you ( not his typical behavior. )
you pry and pry until farleigh finally tells you that he doesn't like the way felix is touching you . . and he reminds you of how felix could never make you feel as good as he could.
he'd start by teasing you , barely touching you and giving you what you truly desire - he makes you admit that felix would never make you feel even half as good.
farleigh would then get to work , pampering you and making you feel as good as possible. he'd start by eating you ( or sucking you off ) off. slowly and methodically pacing himself to make you beg him for more.
once he's satisfied he makes you worship his cock. " that's it baby , tell me how much you love my cock. " he'd coo. pushing your head down all the way down to the bottom of his shaft.
once he's pleased he'd turn you around and fuck into you mercilessly , making you scream right then and there. he wouldn't stop until three or four orgasms on both of your ends.
afterwards , he'd apologize for getting so jealous , telling you that he knows that you wouldn't cheat on him. you both cuddle for awhile , farleigh thinking of all the ways he could tell felix off later on . . but for now , he enjoys you.
#saltburn#farleigh start#fanfic#writing#archie madekwe#i'm so normal about him#i love him#he's so hot i'm sorry#smut#EEEE
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[ Dinner Can Wait ]
a smutty little Hyunjin x reader drabble.
You're in the kitchen, cooking dinner. You and Hyunjin haven't seen each other much, due to work schedules. There hasn't exactly been time to have a proper homecooked meal together in awhile, and you've decided to make things a bit... spicy, tonight.
He just got home, and is making his way towards you in the kitchen as you've already started preparing the food. He leaves his work clothes on, as he knows you always go crazy over how he looks after he gets home from a shift. Pristine white work shirt unbuttoned at the top, his belt off, his tie loosened... absolute perfection. You decided to wear one of his favorite dresses of yours as a little home greeting to make the night special.
"Dinner looks amazing baby, I'm absolutely ravenous, it's been such a long day… you're wearing that dress, huh? Gorgeous. Come here, I haven't held you since this morning."
He comes behind you to hold your body, as you stir the food on the stove. He sighs in relief. His hands roam over your hips on top of your dress.. and he realizes..
Your panties are missing.
He smirks and picks up on your intentions immediately, and chuckles quietly to himself. He knows exactly what you want him to do.
"You're a needy little slut, aren't you baby? You must've missed me pretty badly. I love when you try to play coy when you so obviously crave me. My beautiful girl. I've missed you."
He gently grabs the front of your neck and chokes you from behind, and tilts your head to the side, exposing your neck to him. He's quick to latch his lips onto your sensitive skin, placing slow and torturous open mouthed kisses. You give him full access, and his mouth moves close to your ear. He licks and nibbles on your earlobe, sending goosebumps over your flesh.
He whispers into your ear. "You know exactly what you want from me... You want to be ruined, don't you? Can't even wait until dinner's over. Cock hungry little baby wants to be fucked. Where'd those panties go, hmm? Answer me."
You decide to be a brat and refuse to answer him, and he tightens his grip on your throat. You smirk to yourself, getting the exact response you wanted, and you start to close your eyes, enjoying the sensation of his lips on your neck and his hand on your throat… until he startles you with an unexpected spank on your ass with his unoccupied hand.
"You think you're so tough when you don't answer me, brat. But brats always get punished. Did I tell you that you could close your eyes? No. Face forward. Eyes open. Don't let our food burn. Keep stirring. Our dinner needs to be delicious, doesn't it? You need to pay attention, sweetheart. Wouldn't want our meal to go to waste. Are you gonna behave and do as I say? You want to be fucked, don't you? Good girls who get what they want have to listen."
You whine in protest, but begrudgingly nod at his demand, and he releases your throat. He unbuttons his pants and yanks them down, shoving his briefs simultaneously. His heavy, already hard and throbbing warm cock smacks against your ass as it springs free from its suffocating confinement. He flips the back of your dress up past your hips, grabs your thighs, and forces your legs to spread slightly apart for him. He impatiently aligns himself with your entrance, your pussy aching and drenched with arousal. You arch your ass back on him, your face and eyes held forward, attempting to concentrate on the food to make sure you do as he says and play along with his little power trip game.
You do want to be fucked, after all. That was the whole point of wearing no panties. He outwitted you, though. You have to play along with his impossible rules of focusing on the cooking. You just wanted to be fucked dumb as soon as he got home, but of course, he has to challenge you.
Hyunjin is usually a man of foreplay and teasing, as his favorite hobby is making you writhe and beg for what you want in your frequent love making. His dirty talk is unmatched. He loves dominating you and forcing your bratty ass to be compliant. He loves the challenge of taming you. You love watching him get riled up when you mouth off to him. He loves torturing you with his touch, his prowess of your body and your pleasure making you succumb to him far more quickly than you'd like. You always try to hold out, to resist his ministrations as long as possible, but all efforts are proven futile against this sex demi-god of a man. He loves when you finally give in to him. His lips are the most luscious when they're moving against your own. His tongue is pure sin between your legs. His beautifully long, elegant fingers a thing of incoherent ecstacy when they're inside of you. Making you cum over and over. He sadistically loves to draw out your need to be filled with him as long as possible, watching tears of desperation pool in your eyes from how mad he drives you... until he finally caves in to his own desires, and fucks you dumb and dizzy on his cock.
No unbearable build up tonight, though. He's wired. It seems as though your overt "forgotten panties" trick drove him to primal desires, no longer caring about foreplay. The idea of implied free use of your pussy driving him completely mad.
"You're doing so good for me, obeying me just like I wanted. You must be desperate for me to fill you up, brat. You're never usually this compliant. I'm a man of my word. Hold on to the counter, pretty baby."
You barely have a chance to grab the lip of the countertop. A strangled gasp escapes you as you feel him swiftly enter you, stretching you and filling you completely without any warning. He bottoms out quickly inside of you, a throaty, sinful moan escaping his lips as he begins to set a quickened pace of shallow thrusts. He's hitting that deep spot he knows you both go crazy for.
"Fuck baby." He hisses under his breath, his voice full of desire. "You've been ready for me for awhile, huh? I can tell, you're so warm and wet for me. That's my good girl. Always so ready for me. You feel so fucking good… Bend over all the way."
He's pushing your head down, a fist full of your hair gently held in his grip. You do as he says, and you lower your body more to angle yourself better for him to take you against the counter.
"That's it, my little cock whore, fuck. Tell me who you belong to, babygirl."
You whimper that you belong to him, and he chuckles darkly. His thrusts increase in speed, and you try your best to grip the countertop for support. Moans and whines are spilling out of you as he's relentlessly pounding your walls. Your eyes flutter closed and your head starts to lean back to give into the pleasure. He immediately notices and yanks your hair in his fist, and his other hand spanks you as a warning.
"What did I tell you, beautiful? You can't be fucked out this early, princess. I'm nowhere near done with you. Keep focused on making our delicious meal. Eyes forward. Concentrate. If you stop, I stop. I can do this for as looooong as I want. Your body is all fucking mine. You just have to play by the rules. You're mine to completely devour tonight. This pussy belongs to me. And daddy is starving."
#skz smut#dom!hyunjin#stray kids imagine#stray kids x reader#stray kids au#hyunjin x reader#stray kids smut#stray kids scenarios#stray kids x y/n#stray kids x you#skz scenarios#skz imagines#skz x reader#skz x y/n#skz x you#hyunjin imagine#hyunjin#hwang hyunjin smut#hyunjin smut#hwang hyunjin#hwang hyunjin x reader#stray kids
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hi!! Could I order hc from jealous fremi please? Thank you for reading! <33
freminet, the sopping wet cat
HE LOOKS SO SAD WHEN HE'S JEALOUS
let's say the two of you are out and you meet an old friend, and you kind of ignore freminet for the time being
hard not to considering he'll immediately go quiet, at first he doesn't mind, until it just keeps going on...
maybe you're even laughing or getting too close to this friend, or they're coming closer and touching your arm
freminet would get mad, but try to cool off, he doesn't own you, it's just a friend, he's not controlling...
... even though he's thinking of dragging you away and never seeing that person again
he gets upset at himself for having these thoughts, he's jealous because...
it's freminet, of course he has insecurities in the relationship, he then starts pointing out traits of the other person that's better than he is
it's really the stupidest things he shouldn't be worrying about anyway, but he never thought he deserved you in the first place
but being the good partner you are, your gaze eventually falls back to your boyfriend, noticing his silence and the way he held his head down
you leave your friend and hold his hand, bringing him closer, but he still doesn't speak, and barely moves
"fremi, what's wrong?"
he still wouldn't speak, his mind still picking at every insecurity he had
you hold his chin gently and pull his head up so he's looking at you, and his mind goes blank
"what's wrong?" you'd ask again, your other hand resting on his cheek, stroking softly
"... it's nothing, don't worry about it" but you could tell by his tone he was lying
and you already had a feeling you knew why he was upset
"are you jealous?" you wanted to tease him, but seeing the way he was generally sad made you speak softly, bringing him in close
his facade crumbles and you can see how horrible he felt
"do you think that... they're better than me? be honest, just...tell me, i won't be upset"
you sighed and kiss his forehead "of course not, you're my boyfriend, not them, besides... you're the best i could ever get"
his face flushed "you're just trying to make me feel better..." but it was working, hearing your praise always put him in a good mood
"...i love you" he whispered, he'll definitely still get jealous and insecure of himself for awhile, just always be there to remind him you love him and only him
#genshin impact x reader#genshin x you#freminet x reader#freminet x female reader#freminet x male reader
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What if maybe stucky had a day off for the first time in awhile and they planned on spending it w/ reader. She was really looking forward to it. But maybe one of the caregivers asked them to watch their little for the day last minute bc they were called away on a mission. Stucky accidentally ignores reader all day and just really hurts her feelings. Maybe they spoil the other little let them pick the movie and lunch etc. How would they make it up to reader?
-M
Hi M! First off, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH for being so patient. I'm so so sorry it has taken me so long to get to your amazing thoughts and questions. So let's dive in <3
What A Day
Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader
Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, pet names, language, anxiety, very upset Peter (but not at reader), angst, misunderstanding, frustrations, scolding, threat of punishment, tears, fluffity fluff fluff fluff, everything gets worked out in the end because I always need a happy ending.
A/N- not my best writing style, I'm sorry, words are hard right now. But I love you all and want to try to get these requests out for you all, so I hope you like it anyways.
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Today was the day! You were all set to spend the day together, just you and your daddies. You were so excited, you had been looking forward to it for the longest time. You all had tried to plan stuff before this, and something always came up. Every time. But not today! No way, not today!
Until it did.
Tony and Pepper received a very-last-minute summons to the White House to 'discuss some urgent matters' as Pepper put it or bail their asses out, as Tony put it. There was no way they could bring Peter, who was feeling extra little and clingy, so Steve, seeing their panic, volunteered to take him for the day, since you'd all planned on being at home anyways and the rest of the team were out on assignment.
You were a bit disappointed, but Petey was your best friend in the world, so this was going to be fun, right? Well......
When they dropped Peter off, he was definitely in a littler headspace than you had even seen him. He was crying hard in Steve's arms as Tony and Pepper left (both trying their hardest not to well up).
You tried to help, patting him on the leg and offering him Emma Bear or Pipsqueak to hold, but he didn't want either of them and tried to bat your hand away.
This shocked you a bit, but Bucky picked you up and whispered in your ear that Peter just needed a little extra attention right now. You nodded in understanding, and as soon as Bucky set you back down, you set off to your playroom, determined to find things to make him smile.
When you got back though- your arms full of toys and stuffies that you knew he'd like- you were a bit surprised to see both Steve and Bucky on the couch, side by side, comforting and holding Peter. You dropped your toys on the floor, wanting to come be a part of the cuddle party, but the noise scared Peter who started to cry again.
"Baby, you need to be more careful," Steve scolded very gently, knowing you hadn't done it on purpose. "I know you're trying to help, but Peter doesn't like loud noises right now. Please go put your toys back."
You started to protest that you had only picked out toys to be nice, but Bucky cut you off. "Go put 'em up, love, you heard Papa." It was a gentle tone, but you knew better than to try to argue.
Trying to be quiet, you carefully put them back slowly. But every time you came back to the room, you eyed your daddies meaningfully, hoping they'd ask you to be a part of the cuddle party, but they were so focused on keeping the little boy calm that they missed it entirely.
Once you were done, you quietly came over with Pipsqueak, holding him out to Peter, who took him, but turned his face back into Steve's chest. Feeling both frustrated and a little jealous, you said, "You s'posed to say 'tank you'." Peter just whined in reply.
This time, Steve looked at you sternly. "Baby, please don't upset Peter right now. He's feeling very little and needs quiet."
"But he didn't say tank you and you always say I gotta use my manners..."
Bucky picked you up before you caused Peter to start crying again, and started carrying you down the hallway to your playroom. "Listen up, angel, Peter is too young and upset to remember manners right now, and you're being loud when we've asked you to quiet down. Why don't you stay and play in here for a while until Peter is feeling better?" He set you down in the playroom and quickly shut the door before you had a chance to say anything.
You felt like you were being punished, even though you'd never get to stay in your playroom with all your toys when you were actually being punished. But you couldn't help but feel that way. Your daddies weren't spending any time with you now, and your bestie was treating you like you were mean, and it wasn't fair at all.
Bucky came to get you about an hour later for lunch. You were disappointed when you found that lunch was already made, because you loved it when you got to stir the mac and cheese. But when you were eating and Steve started telling Peter what a good job he'd done stirring, you got mad.
You shoved yourself off your chair and got exactly one step away before Bucky picked you up and plopped you back down. "You haven't been excused, little girl," he said a bit sharply, getting tired of your antics. You glowered as once again you were being asked to have manners when Peter didn't have to. Bucky made you sit there until all your lunch was eaten, which was well after Peter and Steve finished theirs and left to go watch a movie together.
You got even angrier when they picked a different movie than the one that you all were supposed to watch today, but you were still stuck in your dumb chair and couldn't do anything about it. Bucky had to threaten you with a time out and early bedtime before you finally finished eating. And once you did, he gave you a little talking-to about your attitude before taking your hand and bringing you over to the couch to watch the movie with them.
What you saw when you got there stopped you cold.
Steve had wrapped Peter up in your special yellow weighted blanket. Now, normally this wouldn't be a big deal, as you always wanted to share with your bestie, but this was YOUR special blanket for when you were feeling upset or overstimulated or needed comfort- and right now, you were definitely feeling all three.
"Dat's my special blanket," you said, pointing and mumbling. You didn't want to be loud or 'keep having an attitude', but this was just too much.
The look of disappointment in Steve's eyes hurt your heart. "Honey, we share in this house," he said, making you feel even worse. "You know that."
You couldn't stop the tears from overflowing at this point. "I alweady gave him my whole day!" you sobbed, before turning around and running to your room. You didn't slam your door- you'd only get in more trouble- but you pushed it mostly shut before diving into your stuffies, pulling Jellybean in close, and continuing to sob.
You heard a soft knock on your door a few moments later. "Baby, it's Daddy. May I come in please?" You only buried yourself deeper into your furry friends, afraid that Daddy was going to scold you again.
Bucky slowly opened the door, and his heart shattered at seeing you crying into all your stuffed animals. "I'm gonna come in, okay?" he added softly, stepping forward gently. If you really didn't want him in there, he would leave, but as you gave no indication one way or the other, he came in quietly and sat on the foot of your bed.
Once your tears and sobs slowed down, you risked a peek at Daddy in between Jellybean's soft fluffy ears. His face broke into a sad smile once he saw your red eyes. "Hey there, Trouble," he said gently. "Can Daddy hold you please?"
You didn't want another talking-to about your attitude, so you obediently pushed yourself up and crawled over to him. But when he pulled you onto his lap and cuddled you to his chest, like he did when he was comforting you, you suddenly realized that you weren't in trouble- that he really did want to just hold you. And the tears started all over again.
Bucky just held on, rocking you gently, rubbing your back, squeezing you tight when the tears turned into sobs, pressing soft kisses onto the top of your head. Once you cried yourself out, he plucked a tissue from the bedside table and held it to your face so you could blow. He mopped you up, still cuddling you all the while. "I'm really sorry you didn't get your day with us, Trouble," he said softly. "And I'm sorry that Papa and I were so focused on Peter and didn't see how upset you were. We weren't very nice to you today, were we?"
Sniffing mightily, you rubbed your nose with the back of your hand, resting your tired and aching head on Daddy's chest. "You was twying to help Petey. I sowwy I was bad and loud and mean," you mumbled.
"Baby, you were NOT bad or mean. You were loud, but that's just you- and we like you that way," Bucky said, finally grinning, which made you giggle. "I know that you were trying to help, and I'm sorry that I didn't have the patience to see that, and that we left you on your own today when we were trying to take care of Peter. So how about this? You and I can take some R&R together right now, just you and me, and then we can figure out everything else afterwards?"
Absolutely exhausted, you just nodded, falling asleep in Daddy's arms before he could even lay you down. And true to his word, he stayed with you for your whole nap, cuddling you and running his fingers through your hair.
After you all had naps, Peter was feeling much better, and the four of you played legos and dinosaurs in the living room until Tony and Pepper came home. It was a relief to Bucky and Steve, who had quietly worried that this was going to mess up Peter's and your friendship. But as always, after a good nap, things seemed brighter and you both were back to the giggling troublemakers you usually were, playing happily and noisily until Peter went home.
After you all had eaten supper, Papa cuddled you on his lap, apologizing too, and the three of you had a really good talk (with you still in younger space) about all of you feeling jealously, frustrations, and angry feelings, and being safe to calmly tell each other. They also helped work out some hand signals for you in case you went non-verbal or couldn't find the right words to tell them how you were feeling. You felt like a much happier baby after new ways to help you express yourself, and gleefully accepted Papa's cuddles all night (since Daddy had gotten them all to himself during nap time, he argued it was his turn).
The next day, Fury had blocked every single message to your daddies as well as access to your floor (barring emergency protocols, but ya know) making sure that you all truly had the whole day to yourselves. Daddy made your favorite cinnamon and sugar french toast for breakfast, which he fed to you bite by bite while you wiggled with energy.
The three of you went to your favorite quiet park out of the city, where you joyfully screamed down the slide, scrambled up the net ladder, giggled rocking back and forth on the bouncy animals, and had a contest with your daddies to see who could swing you the highest. THAT was the best.
You had a picnic lunch and had a blast bouncing back and forth between your daddies, insisting on feeding them blueberries one at a time. For some reason, that absolutely tickled you to no end, and you ended up laughing your head off the entire time. You fell asleep in your seat on the way home, and woke up in your bed. You found your daddies and the three of you drew pictures and colored together, then made a blanket fort in the living room for later.
Papa let you help him make dinner, and while it wasn't stirring- mac-and-cheese, it was still really fun. And then they both surprised you with being able to make a batch of your favorites- chocolate chip cookies! Right after the cookies cooled just enough, you FINALLY got to watch your movie, snuggled in between the two of them in your blanket fort, munching on the delicious treats.
Papa gave you a bath, letting you pick out both bubbles and a bath bomb, and Daddy put on your lotion and helped you pick out jammies and your nighttime books. You fell asleep in the crook of Bucky's arm, safe and warm, the three of you now more bonded than ever.
#daddy!bucky#daddy!bucky x little!reader#daddy bucky#daddy bucky x little reader#daddy!stucky#daddy stucky#daddy stucky x little reader#daddy!stucky x little reader#daddy!steve#daddy steve#daddy!steve x little!reader#daddy steve rogers#daddy steve rogers x little reader#daddy steve x little reader
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[Thinking about L.T Price blurb]
(John Price x gender neutral!reader)(can be read as romantic or platonic!)
Summary: you were one of John's teammates from back in his Lieutenant days, despite being not worth anything to higher ups, he goes back for you.
Warnings: Implied age gap, also implied that you're smaller than him, I did not reread this, anything else I missed? Just lmk!
Words: 500-ish
Crying at the thought L.T Price saving you on a mission that goes sideways, everyone is telling him to leave, that it's not possibly worth it to risk his own life to save yours. He's a Lieutenant, he has a duty, to survive for the whole.
But when has he ever listened to higher ups when it comes to his men? He runs back in without a second thought.
So he rushes back in, moving in on your location, sliding to his knees to help you prop yourself up, arms grabbing at your arms to pull you towards him. You can't really make out what he's saying, not all of it at least, the shock rushing in and paralyzing you.
It isn't until he flicks your forehead, the small pain giving you some sense to focus on him.
"Are you broken?" You shakily move to tap at your leg, you got grazed right at your knee, blood coating your pants, it's impossible to see just how much damage lies underneath.
John curses under his breath, looking around you both, hearing the gun shots get impossibly louder.
You think he's gonna leave you, you're at peace with that, it's the only thing he can do, he can't risk his life for some low level soldier.
You open your mouth, ready to tell him to go, that it's okay until you're shoved over his shoulder, one arm coming to lock your legs in place to his body, while his other hand holds a small pistol.
"M gonna need you to provide coverfire for me, alright? We're both walking out of here in one piece."
"But sir-"
"Do as I say, and we'll be just fine Sweetness." He hoists you higher, and you take position, your hands are steady, you're gonna make it home, you got faith in your Lieutenant.
Hours later, you're back on base, your leg momentarily in a cast, does he come and visit you. (He got stuck getting a verbal lashing from the higher ups, wondering why in God's fucking name he went against direct orders to go get you, he doesn't let that slip though, just that he had to do some paperwork)
You sob out a thank you, saying how much you owe him, that you're forever in his debt.
He just laughs and says you can treat him to a cigar and you're even.
He doesn't realize it leads to you following him everywhere, always under his watch.
John calls you a pain in the ass and that he doesn't deserve the loyalty you decided to give, but it's been months and you're still clinging onto him, he decides it's not that bad, in a world where he can't trust most people, it's a comfort to know he has you, at the very least.
It isn't until years later when John forms 141, the first file he drops down in front of Kate is yours, his eyes softening at seeing your face on the envelope, it's been quite awhile since then, you've grown into a fine soldier, only issue being you're incredibly stubborn and work the best with him, and not the best with others due to your unwavering loyalty to the man. Any missions you two go on together go by flawlessly, both of you intuned to one another.
Kate opens up your folder, quickly skimming your records and she hums, looking up slowly with an eye brow raised.
"Why them? Seems like they may be a bit of a hassle." She murmurs but not unkindly, just stating a fact. Yes you work well, with Price, but you'll need to be a team player, to care for the others as well. She can't help but wonder if you'll make a good fit.
"Kids a hassle alright, but you'll never meet a more devoted and caring soldier, First one I ever risked my ass for, they've been a constant since." He nods firmly, meeting Laswells eyes with his own, determination fueling his gaze.
Kate licks her lips, she knows that look. He's not gonna let up on this, not gonna back down. Taking one more look at your file, she nods.
"Well, if you can vet for them, they're in. Now, who's next?"
#john price x reader#john price#price <3#kayla writes <3#call of duty drabble#call of duty headcanons#call of duty x reader#cod x reader
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What the TXT members are like in bed
Pairing: txt ot5 (separate) x fem!reader
Word count: 1.2k
Warnings: smut obvi, dom!yeonjun, taehyun, hueningkai(?), switch!beomgyu, soobin. kissing, PIV, no protection (dont be silly), cussing, teasing, overstim, titty sucking? (soobin), facesitting (kai), lowkey manhandling (beom, tae), choking (tae), crying (good way, tae), bratty beomgyu, mayhaps that's all lmk if I missed anything.
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yeonjun who can't get enough of being so close to you. he's willing to fuck you absolutely silly anytime you want, even if it means every night. its almost a way for him to show how much he loves you. to be that vulnerable with you. it doesn't matter how, when, or where. he wants to be inside of you in some way. drilling into you from behind while you're struggling to hold yourself up altering cumming for the nth time, "cmon babe, really gonna make me hold you up too? fucked ya too good?" he's dragging his lips along your shoulders and back, lighting tugging your hair. every time you clench around him he lets out a groan or whimper. jjunie is not afraid to make noise and let you know how good he's feeling thanks to you. or, lightly rocking into your cunt in the early hours of the morning just before work. he's not saying much, just "love you, feels good," muttering and holding your back to his chest, taking in your warmth. no matter what though, yeonjun always makes a mess of your cunt. granted, he takes his time cleaning you up, but he loves to see how well you've taken him.
soobin who's such a switch. sub leaning of course. what can he say? he just wants to be taken care of. after all he looks after 4 guys, is it too much to ask to come home and have you ride him till he's panting and overstimulated? he may even let you tie him up and have him sobbing just to cum all for you, "please? let me cum, need to. can't take it anymore," or maybe he wants to suck on your tits and rut his hips into yours. surely you'll be nice to him and just give him what he wants right? after all, he's "such a good boy", until you make him jealous. tables turn real quick. he doesn't care if you "didn't mean to," just what the fuck were you doing choosing to sit with his hyung over him? as if that wasn't bad enough you let him drink from the same cup as you! soobin contained it, until you got home. youre immediately taken to your shared bedroom and pinned onto the bed while he has his way with you. he's grabbing your jaw forcing you to look at him, he's spilt load after load into your pussy; truly not caring how much you've gotten off. "you're all mine, got it? only I make you feel this good, baby. nobody can do it like me. not kai, not taehyun, not beomgyu, and absolutely not yeonjun."
beomgyu whos as much of a tease as he is a brat. he just has to have both. he'll have you crying under him and he works his fingers into you, palm grazing over your clit lightly. it's not enough, you really just need more, more pressure, another finger, anything. "beom, please wan' more. ah- need it, please beomie." "not enough, love? you're still writhing under me. not too sure if you deserve anything else." his goal is to make you beg for him, just for him. after he's done fucking you dumb on his fingers and mouth he'll do it again with his dick. he'll play around and let you ride him, he'll let you be in charge for just awhile, but he won't make it easy for you. "let me be in charge, aren't you tired?" grabbing your hips harshly, "i'm so much better at it too, you'll love it. you always like the way I fuck you." he's already trying hard not to hold you down and paint your insides white, but you dont need to know that. you put your all into your movements, lifting yourself up before sinking all the way back down, attempting to shut him up; but it's beomgyu, in the end he's always gonna win. good thing him winning includes making you cum another couple times.
taehyun isn't here to play games. you're gonna listen to him wether you like it or not. all he wants is for you to be good for him, not that hard right? hes always in charge. you like it that way. rough day at work? he has your knees touching your shoulders, hands pinned to your thighs while you scratch at his shoulders and back. "feels good doesn't it? such a good girl for me, all mine." he fucks into you deeper while littering your neck with kisses and hickeys. everyone knows you're his. "all yours tae. your good girl promise. wanna cum for you, may i? please please." he murmurs a small yes into your neck, bringing one of his hands to your clit making you unravel immediately. he's there to make you listen to him. hand wrapped around your throat, bruises left on your hips from his merciless grasp. he'll bite at your skin, curse against it too. he wants to make you both feel good, just on his terms. you wouldn't have it any other way. not when he kisses every part of your skin, praises you, and leaves you breathless with tear stained cheeks from overstimulation. you bet your ass it felt godly too.
hueningkai.. oh hyuka.. he is there to serve!! tired? let him fuck you to sleep while you cuddle his plushies. want to relax? ride his face please and thanks. wanna stop thinking? he'll make you cum so many times you won't know anything but his name. and hyuka will beg for this, he will absolutely get on his hands and knees and do everything in his power to get you to let him. you won't meet a better service top than him. he's rubbing your back after a bath as you sit on his lap, "you seem real stressed baby." you let out a small laugh, "that would be because i am." you don't know quite how you got there but kai has already taken your panties off and is laying flat pointing to his face, "sit, let me make you feel better," "c'mon kai, you don't have to." "please ride my face, i'll take care of you, just wanna make you cum." he has the most convincing puppy eyes too. inching up more and more before resting your core above his face, not fully sitting. he's gonna change that though. grabbing your thighs and sitting you on his flattened tongue. youre nearing release within minutes. he just knows exactly what to do to get to you; it's his job after all. kai himself is moaning against your cunt everytime you grind down onto his mouth. you're in for a good time alright, he's gonna make sure you relax.
a/n: oh hey sorry for my lack of posting.. take this as an apology???????? i'm gonna try and get back to it guys i swear.. anyways just thinking about with the whole of txt thank yew. again i apologize for not updating.. i was not living the life. i'm trying to keep writing again now tho! for txt now too 🧌. i'm trying guys pls don't hate me istg. yes hyuka gets extra words bc.. im hyuka biased I can't help it guys I got carried away...
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