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love-fictional-ppl · 24 days

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Bf!James Headcanons

Summary: sfw + nsfw headcanons for bf!james

Pairings: James Potter x gryffindor!fem!reader, platonic!marauders x fem!reader, platonic!lily evans x fem!reader

Warnings: language, James is a simp, nsfw stuff duh, underage drinking, switch!james, boobjobs, mention of pegging, cum (idk i think im js kinda fascinated by cum), oral(male and female receiving), breeding, slight choking, contraceptives, way more I just don’t feel like listing.

A/N: characters are set in their 7th year.

SFW:

First off, we all know this man is a simp for his girl. Like he is down bad.

This man will go and buy you candy from Honeydukes, he will buy you all sorts of stuffed animals, you name it.

Give him homemade gifts! He loves it! Collages, bracelets, small gift baskets, flowers and flower crowns

James absolutely loves when you have a shared class with him, the way you walk hand in hand to the class and sit a seat away from him. He constantly is passing notes back and forth with you and getting in trouble for it, but he doesn’t care one bit.

Sirius loves to tease James for how “pussy whipped” he is. James can’t even deny it.

Permanent puppy dog eyes when he looks at you.

Surprisingly good at gossiping with.

You steal his clothes and he is perfectly fine with it, in fact he prefers it. Sometimes he’ll even bring you a random piece of his clothing bc he wants you to wear it.

You were James’ date to the Yule ball. Sirius spiked the punch. Remus was a victim of the punch.

Oh god. One time the marauders went out to the shrieking shack and got super drunk, James wouldn’t stop whining for you. When the boys came back they sent Lily to fetch you. You got stuck sitting with one very intoxicated James Potter in the common room, you both wound up falling asleep on one of the sofas. The next morning you were woken up by James running to throw up.

Loves to take you on picnics next to the Black Lake. This boy can’t help spoiling you.

He just sneaks in the kitchens and the house elves give him all the food for your dates.

James’ parents adore you, their house is practically your second home.

You come to every quidditch game, you wear one of his scarves and wear as much gryffindor clothing as you can.

You scream James’ name and cheer for him, you give him a kiss after each game and you give him a little more than kiss when they win.

Play with his hair. He will start purring.

He smells like grass, sandalwood, cigarettes from sitting next to Sirius and aftershave

Will use your lotion, perfume, lipgloss, chapstick, boy don’t care.

NSFW:

Oh my lord. James is in love with your body. He wants to touch every part of you all the time.

mating press, full Nelson, cowgirl, missionary are his favorite positions. And let me tell you, he knows how to hit.

Boob jobs. He’s obsessed with them, he loves to make it messy by cumming all over your face and tits.

Ultimately James is a sub leaning switch. He’ll fuck you just how you want tho don’t worry.

James loves trying new things. He will come to you with porno magz he snatched from Sirius asking you timidly if you want to do that stuff.

He has the highest sex tolerance ever. James’ always hard and always needs to go, he can fuck 3-4 rounds b4 he’s down.

Peg him.

He’s so loud when he’s subbing. James will moan and whine and babble at you. When he’s in charge tho… he’ll dirty talk and groan and grunt, occasionally a whimper.

He loves to cum on you, on your face, tits, ass, thighs, pussy. He wants to see you drenched in it. He loves how messy and gross you look after.

James loves to cum inside of you also, he has a massive breeding kink. He will keep pumping you with his loads, so make sure to tell him to stop and learn sum morning after spells.

Prefers giving head over receiving. Don’t get me wrong, he loves blowjobs but he loves the taste of your pussy a tad bit more. James eats like a god too. He will overstimulate you just so he can slurp up your juices.

The blowjobs are great in their own way, the soft warmth of your mouth, how expertly you work his cock, oh and the gag reflex that drives him crazy. He almost busts on the spot.

He loves to fuck you in the showers after his games, his way of blowing off steam. After a particularly hard game, his hand may snake around your throat causing your vision to blur and you to lose your breath.

Getting handled by James is the definition of getting manhandled like a rag doll. He forgets his own strength.

He hates condoms, would rather pull out or some other contraceptive.

Baby is definitely a pervert and steals your panties, you know but just don’t care since he always returns them. He takes them to sniff and lick sometimes James wraps them around his cock and masturbates to the thought of your tight little cunt.

He is a fan of degradation and praise, giving and receiving.

Mommy kink. He will suck on your tits too, if you could produce milk, he would love it. Just wants you to baby him.

He has really sensitive nipples, do what you want with this info.

Good with after care, he’ll clean himself up then grab washcloth and wipe you down, afterwards lying down, cuddling you and thanking you.

Not proofread! I was bored ash so do what u want with this😭 ngl I kinda wanna write a stepdad!james fic next

#harry potter #hp universe #james potter x reader #james potter smut #james potter #james potter x fem!reader #marauders era #marauders #smut #bf!james potter #sub!james potter #fluff #i love james potter

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cheollipop · 11 months

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am i 2 late for hard hours… bc domming woosan n sitting n having them both eat u out, running ur fingers thru their hair and guiding them along, their tongues tangling together as they moan n pant, palming each other’s cocks n getting off on ur taste like omg

NEVER TOO LATE FOR THIS OH MY GOD- IM RUINED, THE SOUND I MADE WHEN I READ THIS PLEASEEEE (I may have went a little overboard with the mxm oops)

also this reminded me of @kitten4sannie 's fic so make sure to check that out too if you want!! (give her sm love for me <3)

nsfw under the cut—minors dni!!

with the dinner wooyoung had made going cold on the dining table, the TV played idly in the background, the actors' voices masked by the heavy panting filling up the room.

your fingers ran through wooyoung’s hair until they reached the small ponytail just below his crown, clutching it roughly to push his face further into your cunt. san's lips trailed up your inner thigh, stopping when wooyoung's head got in the way, a soft whine vibrating over your skin.

"move," he muttered, trying to squeeze his face in between your legs.

your other hand quickly grabbed his jaw, angling his head upwards to meet your eyes. wooyoung's tongue breached your entrance, curling between your pulsing walls while his nose pressed into your clit. you stared into san's hooded eyes while breathy moans escaped you, your hips rolling over wooyoung's face once before you shifted your focus back to the older man.

"behave, sannie. can't you see youngie's busy?"

san pouted, leaning into the hand holding his face. "but I wanna taste you too," he whined, his eyes glimmering with want.

you weren't sure if san was aware of the effect he had on you, more so now that he was on his knees between your legs, looking up at you expectantly with a line of drool beginning to stream down his chin. you widened your legs, making room for san to slot himself next to wooyoung and kiss around your slit. using the hand in wooyoung's hair, you pulled the man off you, confused eyes meeting yours. you cursed at the sight of him—eyes glazed over and the bottom half of your face dripping with your arousal.

without any instruction, you brought both men closer to your core again—wooyoung by his hair and san by his chin—their tongues rolling out immediately to lap at your pussy. they quickly found a pace that worked for them, san's lips latching onto your clit, alternating between rapid flicks of his tongue over the swollen nub and harsh sucks followed by light nibbles. wooyoung didn't waste a second before burying his tongue inside you, sliding it over your walls until it brushed over your spongy gland.

"fuck! such a good boy, woo, making me feel so good," you praised, relaxing your grip on his ponytail.

san's lips trailed downwards, slipping off your clit to slide his tongue over wooyoung's. the younger man pulled off you, his lips ghosting over your clenching hole before pressing against san's, swishing a mixture of your arousal and their spit between their mouths. you watched as the two men made out between your legs, following the arms crossing over each other to slip through the other’s waistband. you could see an obvious dark stain on the crotch area of san's grey sweatpants, wooyoung's fingers wrapped around his dick behind the fabric, most likely smearing the obscene amount of precum leaking out of him down his shaft.

you could feel a wave of wetness gushing out of your neglected pussy, your lips parted as you watched the two men devour each other in front of you. your hands tangled in their hair again, tugging roughly until they separated.

"I think that's enough," your hand slipped down to their jaw and turned their heads towards you. "are you gonna be good boys and make me cum now?"

san nodded frantically, wooyoung's face already buried back between your legs. this time, they alternated roles—wooyoung's tongue prodding against your g-spot and making you see stars before slipping out to flick over your clit, san's mouth sucking harshly over your needy hole then slipping in to send waves of pleasure shooting up your spine. a series of praises slipped off your tongue, your eyes rolling back when wooyoung nuzzled the tip of his nose into your clit, the curve of it pressing into the bundle of nerves just enough to send you tumbling off the edge.

your thighs shook around their faces, your lips parted in a silent moan while your orgasm violently rushed through you. the two men didn't stop, their mouths working over your pussy to elongate your high, relishing the sweet arousal flooding their taste buds and dripping off their chin.

they pulled off you once your muscles spasmed with overstimulation and turned to face each other. wooyoung's tongue flattened over san's chin, licking upwards to reach his lips and slipping it inside. his fist tightened over san's leaking cockhead, pressing his thumb into the slit and drinking up the high-pitched sounds he emitted before going back to pumping his length.

"youngie- hnnngh! 'g-gonna cum-"

"give it to me, sannie," wooyoung whispered over his lips.

san's thighs widened unconsciously, his cock twitching once, twice, before spurting hot cum all over wooyoung's hand and the floor between them. his lips parted uselessly, throaty moans ripping through his chest while wooyoung milked him of every last drop. he squeezed his fingers around wooyoung, unable to process what was going on anymore as the younger man ovestimulated him, continuing to move his hand over his softening cock. wooyoung thrusted into his fist, chasing his orgasm with a burning need until ribbons of white painted san's clothed thighs.

you watched them come down from their highs, resting their foreheads on each other's shoulder while their chests heaved in the gap separating them. you slowly sat up so not to disturb the peacefulness, running your fingers through their hair before bending down to place a kiss on each of their heads.

a quick shower later, the forgotten dinner reheated and steaming on the dining table again, you shared snippets of your day over the homemade meal, the deep baritone of san's voice and the charming squeak of wooyoung's laugh echoing between the walls of your apartment as the day came to a blissful end.

#wooyoung smut #jung wooyoung x reader #choi san smut #choi san x reader #ateez smut #ateez x reader #choi san scenarios #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung x san #woosan smut #san x reader #san x wooyoung #ateez scenarios #wooyoung scenarios #woosan #woosan x reader #hard hours #ask

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madelynraemunson · 6 months

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CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!x reader)

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ minors if u see this NO YOU DO NOT

Chapter 008: Good Girl, Good Fucking Girl

A flustered Eddie orders you to the backseat of his van after weeks of constant teasing.

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014**, 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020* (all coming soon)

NSFW — dirty-talk, choking, oral (m receiving), face fucking, fingering, deep throating, ball play, slapping, spanking, spitting, hair pulling, aggressive!eddie, daddy kink, dominant!eddie, submissive!shy girl, finger sucking, praising kink, titty fucking, swallowing, basically anything that doesn’t involve a condom bc these bitches aren’t prepared

word count: 3k words

“I feel you too, Feel those things you do, In your eyes I see a fire that burns.”

♡

“Back of the van. Now.”

Along with making your pussy swell, Eddie’s ferocity catches you by surprise. He’s never been that rough with you before, even with weeks of his passive aggressive behavior. Eddie’s hand stays glued to your neck while he undresses you with his contentious eyes. He means business.

You rush to the backseat when he releases you, your eagerness to be fucked all the way out making you indifferent to any scratches or scrapes you may acquire along the way.

It makes you look pathetic, you know, but his thirst to have you, even in a well-lit parking lot at borderline dawn would do just about anybody in.

Eddie uses the opportunity of you on all fours to issue a rough smack across your asscheeks. You whimper softly in response.

"Sorry," he coos as he rubs the impact site. "I just couldn’t help myself.”

“That’ll definitely leave a mark,” you comment.

“As intended.”

You lay yourself down on the relatively spacious backseat, propping yourself upwards with your elbows. Eddie follows suit, stumbling on nothing along the way and landing just inches away from your face.

Your hands go up to support him. "Oh my god," you chuckle. You graze up the arms of his leather jacket. "You alright?"

"Better than alright," he replies, undoing his belt and pulling down his jeans. His eyes are fixed on you the whole time. “C’mere.”

Eddie pulls you into another tender kiss, shielding the back of your head with his palm as he lays you all the way down. You instinctively cradle your legs around him, your antsy fingers getting tangled in his thick brown hair, your lips suctioning themselves to his hot, unmarked neck.

Eddie buries his face in your chest, caressing your tits with his tongue and his hands. You palm his erection through his boxers before exploring the small of his back with both your hands. Moaning softly, Eddie grinds himself onto you, getting himself off to the friction of your heat that's barricaded by two stubborn articles of rigid, blue denim.

“‘Tits are fucking perfect,” he says between kisses. “They just sit so pretty.”

It all feels so right. Eddie grabs you by the hips and attempts to thrust further, maximizing your dry touch until you give him the green light to proceed.

“God, I need you now.”

You cup the large and firm protrudence in your hand once again and give his balls a timid squeeze as Eddie groans into your ear.

“You have no idea how long l've been waiting for this,” Eddie continues.

"You and me both," you heave. "Need you so fucking bad, Eddie."

Both of your moans fill the van as your lips crash into each other again, tongues sparring for control. Eddie grabs a hold of your right breast, massaging it gently before playing with your nipples, pinching, rubbing, and flicking to the tempo of his kisses.

"I can't do this," Eddie debates aloud, shaking his head as he plants messy, wet kisses all over your face. “Fuck. I’m screwed.”

You beam up at him, resting your hands on top of his chest. "Don't run from it, Eddie. Just embrace it."

“Kinda too late to retreat, I’m afraid,” he laughs. “I meant I don’t have a condom.”

“We can do other things,” you suggest. “I’m a sucker for foreplay.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Eddie insists.

“I kinda had to. More than twice actually.”

His hand flies to your neck again. You squeal, again.

“Don’t get smart with me now.”

You use this opportunity to get Eddie real fired up. Pouting up at him with your plump lips, you bat your wispy lashes that accessorized your glimmering ‘fuck-me-senseless’ eyes.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Jesus Christ.”

The game of cat and mouse is coming to an end.

Eddie roughly undoes the buttons of your shorts and wrangles them off of you before discarding them off to the side. All in one quick sweep.

His hand lands on your mound and he pauses to admire you before his fingers drive themselves inward. You feel your nipples harden as Eddie continues to venture.

"Fuck, Eddie..." you breathe.

You squirm impatiently as Eddie takes his time pulling down your bright red g-string that unintentionally matched the set he just spoiled you with. He seems to be struggling. To help him out, you reach over to pull your g-string down, but he grabs your wrist and chucks it away. Your heart soars.

“No no, leave ‘em halfway on,” he commands. “It’s hotter that way. Eagerness factor and all.”

You know exactly what Eddie means by that. There’s something so sexy about needing someone so bad that you’re hardly undressed.

Eddie continues to set up access. Meanwhile, you play with his fingers, stripping him of his rings as a hint to how you want him.

Thumb ring, off.

Index finger ring, off.

Middle finger ring, off.

Pinky ring, off.

Eddie doesn’t wear anything on either ring finger. But judging by how this night is headed, you are determined to make that change.

You gasp quietly as Eddie etches gentle circles against your clit, three of his large fingers teasing your already slippery entrance. You breathe out in euphoria when he slides his index finger in.

Testing the waters. Eddie pumps into you in a rotating motion, studying your reaction as you quickly accommodate him.

“Shit,” you moan, tossing your head back in pleasure.

Eddie maintains his steady pace.

“Tell me how you like it,” he encourages you.

“Just like that,” your response is almost inaudible. “I like it like that, Eddie.”

“Yeah?” he whispers. “Good.”

The rhythm continues.

“More,” you instruct him before kissing his chin. His emerging 5 o’clock shadow is tickling you, but you don’t care. “Please, Eddie.”

“What does more mean, babygirl?” Eddie questions. “Hm? What can I do for you?”

“F-faster,” you plead. “And one more finger, please.”

Without hesitation, his middle finger swoops in. He begins to pick up speed.

“Fuck!” you cry out.

You grab onto his hair and pull him closer to you. All the while, Eddie is pistoning in and out of you, at a speed and depth so aching, your eyes begin to well with tears.

Eddie smirks. “What are you crying for, honey? It’s what you wanted.”

“I know, I know,” you mewl. “It just feels too good.”

You bridge your pelvis upward to maximize the sensation. The sounds of your arousal slosh around in the backseat, absolute music to Eddie’s ears. He continues to repeatedly taunt that sweet spot of yours.

“Look at you,” he says. “So wet for me, you hear that sweetheart?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you nod.

The pet name sends shivers down Eddie’s spine. His eyes are fixated on you now, watching you shake beneath him. You’re mouthing for more because your voice is nearly gone. Eddie uses his pinky and his thumb to keep you propped upward.

He curves his fingers.

The pressure sensation to shoots up to your navel. You abruptly dig your nails into Eddie’s thigh in response to your detonating senses.

“MMM!” you yelp.

Eddie dares to mock you. “Mm?”

“Feel s-so good,” you stammer. “S-so fucking good. More, please, Eddie. I want more.”

He pumps his fingers into you harder, picking up speed with every thrust. And just when you think you’ve adjusted to him, his ring finger slides in.

You squeal in delight as pressure builds and Eddie advances further. He’s so measured, so rhythmic. Those are guitarist fingers if you ever did experience them.

“You still with me, angel?”

You realize you haven’t spoke or looked at him in a while. A kiss lands on the top of your head as you come back to earth. He needs to feel good now.

“Need your cock, Eddie,” you whimper. “Need to spoil you too.”

He chuckles, ruffling your hair with his other hand. “Aw, shucks. That’s thoughtful of you, dear.”

He kisses your forehead. “Alright.”

You both shift around to new positions and comfort levels. This time you’re on your stomach with your back arched, legs slightly parted so Eddie can keep abusing your cunt with those long, thick fingers of his. Eddie lines his groin up with your mouth, teasing you with how slow he’s pulling down the only thing keeping you from devouring him.

"You're only fucking Steve, right?"

You nod. "And…you're not sleeping with anyone?"

"Currently not." Eddie confirms. "And I'm tested, are you tested?"

You nod eagerly. "Cleared."

And the boxers come down.

He’s huge. Your eyes widen as his dagger springs out, his length just as excruciating as Steve’s, but his girth an entirely different ballpark. You rest a clammy set of fingers atop of it and hold in your breath, realizing your dainty little hand can barely envelope his entire circumference.

A thin strand of his pre-cum leaks from his rosy red tip. All for you.

Amused at your reaction, Eddie gives off a single-syllable chuckle. "What?"

"I think you know what.”

He looks at you slyly. "Do I?"

“You know exactly what you’re doing.”

Eddie shrugs. “Perhaps.” He inches closer to you. “But you’re just as sneaky.”

He gently taps your lips with the tip of his cock, requesting entrance into your mouth. You open up wide, taking him in sliver by sliver, dancing your tongue around his head before moving down his shaft.

“Shit,” he mutters.

You feel him hardening in your mouth. It leaves you stunned. He wasn’t completely hard yet?

You bob your head up and down as you take him, doing swirls around his tip with your tongue and mimicking the motion with your hands as you stroke him. And you don’t want to leave the boys out so after a while, you stroke him with both hands, gliding your thumb along the tip of his head while you tongue his balls. Eddie acquires a huge cluster of your hair and proceeds to lightly guide you.

“My fucking god,” he sputters. “Mmm just like that baby, FUCK.”

Soon he's got your hands behind your back and thrusting into your mouth, the foreshadow of his release running down your chin. You arch your back further to display your pleasure, and to allow easier access for Eddie’s fingers as you throat his long, wide cock to tears.

Meanwhile, his three fingers are a machine, propelling themselves in and out of you, the rattling of your drenched pussy ricocheting off the walls of Eddie's van. Pressure continues to build at your core.

“Fuuuck,” Eddie moans. He pulls his fingers out to spank you. “Wish you can see how pretty you look right now. Give that mouth a nice lil stretch…”

His cock rams the back of your throat repeatedly. Your resistance in the form of a subtle gag makes it known.

"Keep that mouth open, baby," Eddie instructs. "Good girl. Good fucking girl.”

You gag and you gasp as Eddie fucks your throat, jamming into you so hard you’re sure it’s going to bruise tomorrow. A couple more thrusts, and you tap, digging your sharp nails into his thighs and spitting him out to lubricate his dick.

“Yeah ha!” Eddie chuckles euphorically as you go back to swallowing him down. He pulls you in with your hair. “That’s the stuff, baby. Want you to take me until that pretty jaw locks. Want you to still feel me today, tomorrow, and the day after. Do you understand me?"

You nod your head, yes, rapidly. You pause to take in some air, jacking him off with your hand in the meantime, reveling in the dreamy state in his eyes.

The intense fingering continues, this time, he keeps his fingers curved.

“Oh my GOD!” you scream, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you continue to jerk Eddie off.

Eddie issues you a mild slap across the face causing you to moan in pleasure. He cups your face with a single hand, encouraging you to look at him and to not break eye contact. He wants to watch you fall apart.

He yanks his three fingers out of you and shoves them into your mouth. You suck on them instantly.

"Mhm," Eddie pants. "You like how you taste huh?"

You’re all tuckered out. Mouth sore, legs like jello, makeup probably non-existent. But you’re in another world. Too far away from Earth to care. And you don’t plan on coming back down any time soon.

“Let’s give that pretty little mouth a break,” Eddie barters. “Lemme fuck your tits.”

Again, with a singular motion, Eddie unclasps your bra and glides it down and away from your arms. You allow him to flip you back over onto your back and watch in absolute bliss as hovers over you.

Pushing your tits together, you watch as Eddie lines himself up, sliding in between and thrusting himself onto you. You poke your tongue out to graze his dick when you can.

“Fuuuck,” Eddie moans. “This is so hot.”

“You’re so hot,” you insist.

He blushes. “No you’re so hot. And sweaty.”

Eddie’s secretions mixed with your saliva spill onto your chest as he continues to pleasure himself. The fingers that were once inside of you are now in your mouth. You suck on them hard.

“Havin’ the time of your life aren’t you, my little fuck doll?” Eddie asks.

“Mhm,” you nod. “Love letting you use me, Eds.”

Eddie’s face scrunches as he continues to fuck your breasts, beads of sweat raining down on you as he reaches his peak.

“So fucking dangerous,” Eddie tosses his head back. “This is so dangerous. Holy shit. Wanna cum all over you.”

The phone rings. You two flinch at the noise as it yanks you both out of your lust-filled trance.

"Son of a BITCH!” Eddie growls. He debates letting it go to voicemail, but when he sees who's calling he answers the phone.

"What, Henderson?"

"Oh good, you're still awake!" you hear Dustin pant from the other end of the line. "Can you pick us up please? Skull Rock?"

"W-" Eddie's puzzled. "Us? Who's us? Why are you shitheads up so late?"

"We've been drinking and we don't wanna walk home," Dustin explains. "Especially cuz Lucas keeps walking into oncoming traffic."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Eddie rages. "You guys work in the afternoon, why would you-"

Eddie slams his palm onto his face as he listens half-assed to Dustin's explanation. They argue back and forth for a little while longer before he caves. Eddie would rather have the boys plastered in his van than in the Uber of a family friend who would snitch to Ms. Claudia Henderson about their shenanigans. Eddie the Hero, per usual.

"I…” Eddie rolls his eyes. "Gotta pick up the boys. If they get caught, a lot of us are in trouble."

“Aw,” you shrug. “Okay.”

“Let’s finish up,” Eddie suggests. “Real quick. Please.”

The easiest ‘yes’ ever. You and Eddie agree to one last face fuck. He thrusts into you messily, eyes closed and concentrated on chasing his release. With his outlet being your pretty, puffy, pink lips it comes quicker than you think.

The thick threads of Eddie’s hot cum shoot to the back of your throat. You swallow instantly, and make sure he’s watching.

Eddie’s mouth flies open as he bears witness to the whole thing. You wipe the remnants of him off with the side of your thumb.

“No need for clean up,” you smile innocently.

For a second it looks like Eddie’s knees almost buckle.

“My god,” he strains. “You need to marry me asap.”

You know it’s a joke, but your heart flutters at the compliment.

“Yeah, right.”

You’re a little bummed the nights been cut short again but you're at ease knowing there's plenty more where that came from.

“I’m so sorry that the night ended this way,” Eddie mutters. “I just didn’t expect literally any of this to happen.”

"It's okay," you giggle. "I remember those days. Dad's controlling ass raised some sneaky kids.”

"Oh yeah?"

"Hell yeah," you nod. "You wouldn't believe the adventures I went on. Billy would tag along too."

Eddie smiles. “Since we’re talking adventures, this one of ours has to be my favorite.”

You two proceed to drive along to Skull Rock, the skull shaped boulder made infamous by Eddie and Steve. Eddie won't go into full detail about how they made it so well known. Just that it was them that did it.

Eddie slithers his hand over to you, resting it atop your thigh.

"Well this changes some things, huh?" he laughs.

"Kinda," you mumble shyly, not even fighting back your ear-to-ear grin anymore.

“In one mile, turn right on Curly Street,” the GPS orders.

A slightly heavy rectangular device lands onto your lap. It’s Eddie’s phone.

"Can you text Dustin for me?" Eddie requests. "Let him know our ETA and all that?"

“Sure!” you oblige.

Eddie gives you his passcode, 0-0-2-0 and you navigate to his text messages to text your rambunctious curly-haired friend.

The concept of it all makes you blush. Eddie trusts you with his phone and letting him text your mutual friends for him. Butterflies form in your stomach.

According to Eds and Siri, you’re five minutes away so that's what you text. Dustin shoots you a thumbs up a few seconds later.

You go to close to the Messenger app. But with an accidental swipe to the left, the conversation below Dustin's happens to catch your eye.

NINA loved "See you soon! 😁”

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kunikuma · 1 year

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babe, im toxic during comp games to everyone except ✧you✧

relationship: gamer!kuni x gn!reader

synopsis: kuni’s just a little mad because childe sucks at competitive video games and he just needs a quick breather ♡ warnings: swearing, but it’s only in the beginning bc kuni is tilted af lmao, childe’s name name a/n: god i love gamer kuni. he’s just an all round lil shit, but is just a big softie for his special person. streamer kuni next? this could have been smut so fast omfg ///

update: i tried writing smut for streamer!kuni -> personal cheerleader

“How are you this fucking bad?”

“Holy fuck, he was STANDING RIGHT THERE-”

“Ajax, I mean this with every inch, ounce, and molecule in my body. You are god awful-”

Your boyfriend’s rage broke the silence in your shared apartment. Moments like these are frequent; when you were busy scrolling on your phone and snuggling on his cat themed bean bag near him and his PC, Kunikuzushi was frequently slamming his hand on the table and mashing his keyboard because Ajax died again-

“-actually good at this game. Unlike you, I don’t play characters in competitive I know I’m shit at-”

In the corner of your eye, you notice his hand slip from the table, fumbling in the air as if he was looking for something. His hand clumsily lands on your head and you blinked, tilting your head at him, wordlessly asking, ‘do you need something?’. Kunikuzushi doesn’t pay you mind, just ruffling your hair little too roughly for your liking.

You grumbled at the fact he was messing up your hair, but you continued to scroll anyways. He notes your sound of displeasure and lifts his hand off your head, but his hand continues to hover. The gremlin next to you in his chair with his cat ears headset finally turns his head to face you. He rests his chin on his palm as he gives a loud, exhale. He squints as he gives you a pointed look. His other hand travels to his head, running his hand through his bangs, ruffling up his own hair. Your boyfriend looks disheveled and a little pissed, but boy, he always looked cute. Especially when the cat ears are lit up blue-

“I thought you said Ajax was good at this game.” Kunikuzushi says plainly, his right brow quirked up. “I’m pretty sure my mom is better at this game...”

“Well, he looked like he was pulling his weight when he was showing off to me the other day.” You mutter, sitting up in the bean bag. The faux leather fabric makes the iconic fart-like noise and your boyfriend grimaces when everyone in his call starts howling, “yo, did Scara just rip hella ass-”. He quickly slams his finger on the ‘mute’ and ‘deafen’ keys.

He purses his lips and gives a small sigh, but his eyes soften at you. His hand mindlessly wanders back onto the top of your head. His shoulders slacken as the seconds pass, tension evaporating the longer his fingers dance and fiddle with your hair.

“Don’t you want to play?” You ask softly, your eyes drifting to the profile pictures of his friends sitting in the game’s lobby. You lean into his touch a little more. Normally, you’re also seated a few feet away from Kunikuzushi, playing whatever game had your attention for the night. But tonight, you felt like just chilling by his side. “…or are you getting too tilted for tonight?” You ask with a small grin.

He hums, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Oh, I’m absolutely seething right now. I just need a breather, so let me have my moment with you.” He pauses and gives you a haughty look. “So, oblige me.”

You crinkle your nose. Some hair fell on your face from his stress relieving tousling, but he quickly moves it away from your face. “Honestly, Kuni? You’re so toxic while you play.” You laugh and gaze at him. “I’ve honestly never seen you like that. It’s kinda funny, but I’m glad you don’t talk to me like that when we play together.”

He smirks a little and presses back into his seat, clasping his hands together, finally ending his head scratches and petting. “Well, I’m definitely not the nicest person, but I don’t want to rude to you. You’re special.” Before you could awe at his cute words, he immediately ruins the moment. “You’re not as good as me, but you’re miles better than Ajax,” he explains as a mischievous glint sparkles in his eye, “…so, I hide my toxicity from you and let it out on him.”

You roll yours eyes and sink back into the bean bag, but the corners of your mouth curl up anyways. ‘Little shit’, you thought to yourself.

He pouts a little when he notices you’re out of reach, but he takes that as a sign to end his break. Kuni straightens up in his seat and lets out a quiet huff, unmuting and undeafening his audio. Immediately, the muffled sounds of all of your mutual friends echo through his headset and Kuni audibly groans and tells everyone to shut up and start the queue. The light atmosphere the two of you built instantly dissipated, but that had little affect on the small smile on your face and Kuni’s temporarily relaxed posture.

Kuni tilts his head down at you once last time as the loading screen popped up. Once your eyes meet, he quickly waves “hi” and mouths an “I love you” .

i know for sure kuni has been chat banned in like all games... my lil terms of service disobeyer uwu. i wrote this after getting tilted. god i couldve written smut. smut done ope ©kunikuma

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blue-jisungs · 2 months

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SO I DANCED

author's note. im sooo proud of this one like?? both the banner and the fic huhuhuhuh idk man

word count. 1597

summary. you and your fiancé have rather... unusual ideas how to sped your dates. and making money during it.

warnings. petnames, cursing, stealing (money and a car), mention of chan carrying a gun and shooting but it’s not mentioned whether he killed someone, general illegal actions lmao, mention of blades but they’re not used!! ++ it seems chaotic but i kinda wanted to reflect the mv ++ black haired mullet chan with a lip piercing (you know EXACTLY which one) bc it deserves a warning itself ^_^

if someone asked you what activities you and your fiancé do during dates, your answer would be: “normal, couple stuff”.

for example going to the movies, cafe hopping, walks in the park, shopping…

and that wouldn’t be a lie.

what you do on your nighttime dates, however, you wouldn’t dare describing to a stranger nor even a friend.

maybe after all you and chan aren’t a normal couple.

“you ready? because i swear to god if you suddenly remind yourself that you left water running at home… and you actually didn’t… i’ll choke you with my own hands” chan grinned teasingly but you didn't feel threatened at all.

“it was just a one time thing, dumbass. i’m ready” you nodded and turned your head, resting it against the headrest. “let’s go?”

chan leaned over and pecked your lips, the cold piercing in his bottom lip grazing over yours.

you two left the car and the sound of thunder rumbling in the distance roared, like a hungry predator hiding in the bushes. dark clouds took over the evening sky, a wide palette of greys and navies spreading above your head. cold air is hugging your body while a gentle gust runs through your hair.

“in and out, quickly. i really wanna know how that hospital playlist episode ended” chan murmured and threw you a black mask. you caught it mid-air and hid in your pocket, alongside a switchblade.

there was no way of putting it softly, only very straightforwardly: you and your financé did robberies. what started as a joke when you were out drinking turned into… well, this.

chan patted his holster and then did a dramatic bow, letting you go first.

it was a small bank in the suburbs and your fiancé got their blueprints beforehand (he said something soonyoung helped him get them and you decided to trust him), therefore you already knew how to get to the vault. and the plan was quite simple – and usually made up the day before.

for example, today, you’re just going to pretend to be a unsatisfied couple who is going to nag to see if their money is safe. chan had a huge talent to persuade people into doing what he wants… paired with his dangerous aura (mostly thanks to the lip piercing and dark makeup), it could only lead to success.

walking in, your boyfriend joined your side and intertwined your hands together. giving it a gentle squeeze, he lead you to one of the assistants available. the other three must have been in a break – or so the silver “be right back!” signs in their counters suggested.

“hello there, how can i help you?” the young man behind the glass greeted you in a monotonous voice. the air inside the building was chilly, a pleasant hum of air conditioning (and something that sounded like elevator music) playing in the background.

“we wanted to see if our deposit is safe. we heard various rumours about this place and we won’t leave until we see our money in a secure place” chan said sternly, causing you to nod. well, straight to the point.

the worker sobered up and looked at you. chan let out a grunt and pulled you closer.

“let’s just go get the manager right away, sweetie” you cooed at the boy, making your fiancé’s lips turn upwards into a derisory smirk.

“i… uh… okay!” the worker nodded and off he went. chan leaned in to place a soft kiss on your jaw, the cold mental grazing against your skin.

“so far so good” he hummed, his cologne filling your senses.

the worker arrived and chan didn’t care – he pecked your jaw once again before slowly leaning away.

“are you the manager?” you asked, raising your eyebrows. the man nodded, looking you in the eye coldly. to be fair, it was late. you’d wanna go home too.

“let me get this straight… you want to see your money?” the worker asked, letting out a deep sigh. now it was your turn to nod “and may i know your name?”

“we put the deposit on my name. pi cheolin” chan answered unbothered, putting an arm around you. you had to hold your breath in – no matter how many times he’s gonna use the fake name, it’s still going to make you snicker.

“ah, yes” the man nodded, checking something in his papers. then he glanced at his watch “whatever. how much did you put?”

“twenty million won” chan grinned proudly. the manager checked the time again.

“fine. i can only let one person in, though” he said and looked between you two. chan nodded.

“i’ll go. it won’t take too long, right? go start the engine, sugarbear” he hummed and stood up. you watched him follow the manager and quickly after they disappeared behind a door, you decided to go back to the car. if chan told you to start the car, it could only mean one thing.

you put on some radio, nervously shifting in the driver’s seat. usually, you were the passenger princess and you’d prefer it stayed that way… but hey, maybe it won’t be that bad?

suddenly, the bank door burst open and you saw chan running with a black bag.

let the race begin.

he yanked the door hantle and almost jumped into the seat, causing you to immediately hit the road. chan let out a yelp of surprise, closing the door. good thing he was fast with it, otherwise you might would have lost a mirror.

“it’s not our car either way…” he let out a dramatic sigh, wording out lost what you were thinking. he put the bag between his legs and turned around in his seat. you just changed the gear to the next one, ignoring the speed limits “go into the city, we’ll be able to lose them”

“do you think they’ll call backup?” you mumbled, glancing in the mirror. chan scoffed, shaking his head.

“by the time the backup arrives, we’ll be drinking wine on our couch. put the pedal to the metal, sweetcakes” your fiancé sent you a toothy grin.

you glanced at the gear box, then at the growing red arrow on the speedometer.

you were on the highway, it was quite empty. deciding to mess with chan, you purposely took your foot off the clutch a bit too fast after putting the highest gear. this caused the car to jerk forward and chan – who was without seatbelts – bonked his forehead against the headrest. he looked through his arm at you.

“yah” he scoffed in amusement and returned to observing your tail. they seemed to not catch up, which was great “the exit is soon, don’t worry”

“it better be because my heart is about to jump out of my body” you gritted your teeth and your knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel.

chan suddenly opened the window and the wolf-alike howl of the wind hit your ears, your hair flowing in every direction. then, he took out his gun and leaned out of the window.

“chan–!” you yelped and were met with a gunshot ripping the air. he quickly leaned back, his back hitting the seat with his chest rising up and down irregularly.

“the exit!” he suddenly grunted and pulled the steering wheel – not enough to take a sharp turn but to lead you towards it.

“sorry, i was just shocked by my fiancé using A GUN?” you grunted and felt - somehow - relieved finally entering the grounds you know.

“i aimed for a tire… and it worked, i assume” chan breathed heavily, running his fingers through his black hair “we’re fine, y/n. let’s just go to the docks and leave the car there”

“you’re insane” you murmured and felt his hand on your thigh, caressing it in a reassuring motion.

the city was soaked in night sky that already turned coal-black. the stars shone brightly, keeping you a little hopeful. as you passed the high skyscrapers and buildings, their lights blending into palettes of yellows, greens, whites and reds.

when you arrived at the docks, chan gave you the bag to hold and took care of the car (more like drove it into the water). then, he stood next to you and wrapped an arm around your shaking self. standing in silence, you watched the vehicle disappear underneath the water surface.

“let’s go home, pretty” chan pecked your temple and grabbed the bag, hanging it over his shoulder.

once inside, chan placed the bag on the kitchen counter. his eyes scanned your face in worry.

“you’re okay?” he asked, taking off his leather jacket.

“just… a little shocked, that’s all. how much did you even take…?” you asked. a joyful smile bloomed on his face as he approached you, his calloused hands landing on your waist “channie? how do you feel?”

he broke down into laughter, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. chan started swaying your bodies, dancing in the kitchen. you soon joined him, giggled erupting from your lips.

“let’s just say our wedding will be not from this earth” he hummed into your skin, suddenly twirling you around; moonlight shining on your faces, dancing in the middle of your shared kitchen.

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hannyoontify · 11 months

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seventeen's reaction to you stopping to tie your shoelace

warnings | js a few curse words lol, not proofread

notes | inspired by @m00mis's post :D thank you to anon for finding the original post!

seungcheol

cheol would instantly realize you were no longer walking by his side and stop to wait for you. stands next to you while he waits, and if you guys were in a crowded area, he would act kind of like a bodyguard and make sure no one runs into you or trips over your hunched over form. once you’re done, he’ll help you stand back up and press quick kiss js bc he wants to :D

jeonghan

when you kneel down on one knee to tie your shoelace, he’ll wait a little bit before pushing you so that you would lose your balance and fall over. ‘yoon jeonghan! you’re a fucking asshole!’ as soon as he pushes you over, he’ll run away so he can escape your wrath but he’ll return right away once you start complaining. ‘’m sorry angel’ presses a kiss on your knuckle as an apology. throughout the rest of your walk, he’ll probably randomly giggle when he remembers how you fell over

joshua

when you crouch down to tie your shoelace, he’ll tap a rhythm on your head while he’s waiting. ‘guess what song this is’ ‘shua you’re hitting straight quarter notes how am i supposed to know what song that is’ ‘wrong answer, it was sunday morning by maroon 5’ oh and LMAO he might ask you to check his own laces and re-tie them if needed. oh and next time your shoelace comes untied, he’s doing the tying bc he thinks you’re too slow (he doesn’t actually think that, he js wants to do it for you)

junhui

‘[Name], your shoelace is untied’ before you can react, this sweet sweet boy is tying your shoelace for you. while you’re waiting, you play with his hair and make cat ears with them since you’re bored. ‘wen junhui, you’ve become a cat’ and you can hear a small meow from where he’s kneeling (cute) once he’s done, he’ll jump back up and look at you with a proud smile. he’ll point at your feet ‘i turned them into bunny ears, aren’t they cute?’ you thought it was very cute.

hoshi

when hoshi sees you get down on one knee in the middle of the amusement park, he gasps dramatically and brings a hand over his mouth. ‘OH MY GOD’ he’ll literally start screaming hysterically and running around and everyone and their mother is looking at hoshi because he’s going crazy while his partner is calmly tying their shoelace like it’s nothing. ‘i didn’t expect you to do it here [Name]- [Name]? why are you standing up again?’ when he finally looks back at you, you’re already done tying your shoelace. you look at him with a confused expression, and he can feel the world around him crumble away as he falls to his knees in despair. ‘kwon soonyoung did you think i was proposing to you?!’

wonwoo

when you stop to tie your shoelace, you noticed that wonwoo always crouches down with you and just watches you tie your laces. so one time, you asked him why he always crouched down with you and he said that it was bc he didn’t want to miss a single word of what you were saying. his answer was unexpectedly sweet so now, whenever you’re done tying your shoelaces, you always press a kiss to your sweet boyfriend’s lips before standing back up

woozi

‘oh wait love, your shoelace is untied’ you both bend down at the same time, causing your heads to bump into each other and you giggle. you let woozi tie it for you, but you stay bent down, just to keep him company. once he’s done, he’ll get up first, help you up, and then compliment your shoes

minghao

if you crouch down on the floor to tie your shoelace, minghao is gonna stop you and pull you to a bench or something else that was elevated bc he does NOT want you kneeling on the dirty floor. he’ll keep a hand on your back/shoulder to keep you stable and once you’re done, he’ll grab your hand almost immediately. ‘done? good bc i want ice cream’

mingyu

mingyu’s telling you some story about a joke the boys pulled on him and he becomes so immersed in his storytelling that he doesn’t notice you’re almost 20 paces behind him, tying your shoelace. ‘so that was pretty funny. wasn’t it, [Name]? [Name]? WHERE’D YOU GO’ he’ll whip around in a circle, looking for you frantically before you finally manage to catch up to him. ‘does this mean you missed half of my story’

dokyeom

when dokyeom notices that your shoelace is untied, he’ll get down, prop up one knee, and pat his leg, telling you to rest your foot on his thigh. you do so, and while he ties your shoelace, you use his shoulder to balance yourself. once he’s done, you put down your foot and kiss his cheek. ‘thanks min’ ‘anything for my princess’

seungkwan

mother seungkwan mode: activated ‘make sure you double knot… do you know how to double knot?’ ‘kwan, i’m the one who taught you how to double knot’ ‘right’ he’ll pretend to be done with you and be impatient, but he’ll immediately help you up once you’re done and brush off your knees. he was probably also the one who noticed your untied shoelace first and pointed it out to you

vernon

‘babe wait, my shoelace is untied’ before you can react, vernon hands you his drink so he can tie your shoelace for you. why do i feel like he can do the super fast thing where it takes literally one second to tie your laces anyway, once he’s done, he’ll pat your leg(?) like a dad before standing back up and taking his drink back. ‘it should be all good now. sorry for not noticing earlier’

dino

chan would do rock paper scissors with you to decide who re-ties them (it didn’t matter whose shoes, you guys always did it to decide). it wasn’t that he didn’t want to or you didn’t want to, you guys js thought that it would make it more fun :)) if he was the one who won, he’ll probably make groaning noises as he makes his way down, complaining about how old he’s getting and how his joints aren’t like they used to be anymore. ‘chan, you’re not even a quarter of 100 yet, stop being dramatic’ that usually gets him to be quiet (for now..) and once he’s done, he’ll get back up, kiss you, and then continue walking down the street with you

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watchmegetobsessed · 2 years

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BACK TOGETHER

A/N: okayyyy another little steve fic bc yall really loved my prev one!

PAIRING: Steve Harrington x Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

WARNING: season 4 spoiler!!!

SUMMARY: You and Steve broke up not long ago, but watching over Max in the night brings the two of you back together.

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The gang is now stationed in the Wheelers’ basement once again. After what happened to Max in the cemetery you’re guarding her nonstop, there’s always someone watching her, checking that she is still listening to the music and hasn’t gone into trance again. It’s one in the morning and you’re the chosen one to keep an eye on her, but Steve has decided to join you.

It’s been a bit weird, hanging out with Steve so much even though the two of you broke up just a few weeks ago. You haven’t spoken much, but the recent happenings with Vecna brought the old gang together so now you’re forced to be around each other again. The breakup happened after a stupid, but pretty intense fight you had, it started because you’ve had enough of Steve always hanging out with Robin and even though you know Robin is playing on a different team, it’s still pretty annoying when you can’t make plans with your boyfriend because he already has something going on with Robin.

He accused you of being jealous for no reason and you told him he is a child and it ended with a screaming match and the two of you parted ways after breaking up. One year of relationship ended in such a ridiculous way, you almost kind of feel embarrassed.

“You’re not hearing any clock dinging, right?” Steve asks, breaking the silence since everyone around you is asleep.

“Wait, you don’t hear it?” you ask with a dead serious face and watch as his expression falls completely. “I’m just kidding,” you add quickly.

“It’s not funny, Y/N, not after what happened to Max!” he tells you off, but you still find it a bit comical. He should know you well enough to know you’d have already told them if Vecna was after you.

“Sorry, just trying to stay awake,” you yawn, taking a glance at Max who is seemingly still perfectly fine.

“Go to sleep, I can take over your shift,” he offers.

“No need to play the hero, Steve.”

“I’m not… I’m just trying to be nice,” he rolls his eyes.

“We’re not together anymore, so you don’t have to go out of your way to be nice to me, though you didn’t quite do it before either.”

Your comment comes out a bit spicier than you intended, but you also think it’s true. It’s too late to act nice now, he should have cared about you when you expected it from him.

“Y/N, maybe we should talk about that,” he sighs, running a hand through his ridiculously good hair. How does he look this good even in the middle of what feels like another apocalypse?

“About what exactly? That we broke up or that you said I was jealous or that you spent more time with Robin than your own girlfriend?”

“God, I almost forgot how hot you are when you give me an attitude.”

“And you’re such a child,” you roll your eyes and attempt to get up from beside him, but he grabs your hand and pulls you back.

“I’m sorry! Please, I want to apologize!”

“About wha–”

“Everything, Y/N,” he groans, already knowing what you wanted to ask. “You were right and I was an ass. I just always thought you would find someone better than me at college so I convinced myself you don’t need me and I didn’t want to need you either.”

His confession surprises you, he never told you he was having second guesses and you would have reacted differently if only he told you the truth.

“Steve, I’m staying in Hawkins instead of applying to schools out of state. I made this decision because of you. Do you think I would just drop you for some other guy?”

“I don’t know, I thought about that, yes,” he replies with a shrug, but it’s obvious he is struggling inside.

“You’re an idiot, Steve. That’s what you are,” you sigh.

“Well, at least we agree about that. I really am an idiot, because I lost the best girl in town.”

Silence falls on you, it’s heavy and says a lot. You want to tell him you still love him, that you still want to be with him, but you want him to take this step, to tell you he wants to give your relationship another go. But you know it can take some time for Steve to figure out, to decode the signs you send him.

“What song would you play to bring me back?” you ask to keep the conversation going. His eyebrows rise as he looks at you with a tiny smile as he thinks about his answer.

“Something from Duran Duran, it’s your favorite, right?” he smirks as you gape at him.

“You ass, that’s your favorite!” Steve starts laughing and you can’t hold it back either as you smack him in the chest.

“Cyndi Lauper Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. You played it every morning last year when we drove to school,” he then says and it’s the correct answer, it’s definitely your favorite song at the moment. “Though I’m a bit hurt that your favorite song is not related to me,” he adds.

“But it is.”

“What?” he furrows his eyebrows at you.

“It was playing on the radio when you picked me up on our first date,” you tell him. “I took it as a sign.”

“That it was gonna be a good date?”

“That Steve Harrington is not as big of a douchebag people say him to be,” you tease him smirking. “And I was right. He is a pretty good guy. He just… gets lost sometimes, forgets that I love him a lot and I don’t want other men when I have him.”

He looks at you with those puppy eyes, his ridiculously curly eyelashes framing them perfectly and all your anger and disappointment is now gone. You just want your boyfriend back. Luckily, Steve reads the situation as well and he knows this is his chance to get you back.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I was a shitty boyfriend, but if you gave me another chance I would do everything to make you happy.”

“What took you so long?” you sigh with a soft smile before leaning in and pressing your lips against his.

You missed his lips, his kisses, his touches, the way he cups your face when he deepens the kiss. For a moment you’re not in the Wheelers’ basement, but in a safe place somewhere far away from the madness in Hawkins.

“It’s so nice you two just got back together, but you’re supposed to be watching Max.”

Dustin’s voice snaps you out of your little bubble and pulling away from Steve you see him sitting up, his eyes puffy and barely open as he watches the two of you.

“Henderson, you just know exactly when to open your mouth, huh?” Steve sighs and the kid in question just smirks and shrugs before lying back down and Steve doesn’t hesitate before pulling you closer to continue from where you left it before Dustin’s interruption.

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outro-jo · 9 months

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nct 127 and their black cat partner

pairing: nct members x (gn) reader

type: headcanon?

warnings: none really

request: yes?

notes: i got an interesting request and i wasn’t sure how to go about it until i saw this svt reaction and so i went more this route

how i personally define a black cat personality: dark energy/vibe usually accompanied by a dark aesthetic but doesn’t always have to. not super fond of affection or prefers affection on their own terms. sassy with good quips and comebacks. has an interest in “darker” topics such as horror, the occult, “dark” psychology, etc. chronically unbothered. FIERCELY protective once you gain their love/loyalty. occasionally unhinged and feral (gets the zoomies whether physical or mental/verbal). big scorpio energy tbh

not taking requests at this time/cleaning out my inbox

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taeyong- god he’s in love with you. like simp doesn’t even begin to cover it. you eventually become his protector since he’s so sweet and pure, you must fight anyone that hurts him. the best thing in the world is when you’re in your head and to everyone else it just seems like your brooding or annoyed or something, but taeyong sees right through that. he just comes over, kisses your face and hands you a switch like, “let’s play some animal crossing” 🥰

taeil- he’s like the brighter version of you in that you’re both really lowkey and don’t say much but he has like a happier energy. like you’re there to spread negativity and he kinda cancels it out. like black cat and brown cat vibes. he just generally finds you amusing. like all these people in the room and the only thing he really cares about it you. as much as he loves how protective you are of him, he does have to keep you reigned in a bit bc you are a bit of a “feral cat”. he still loves you all the same.

johnny- he’s lowkey your golden retriever bf. he’s like bouncing around and has all this energy and you’re sitting there like 😐. he makes you do more things than you really wanna do bc he’s an adventurer and you’re an indoor cat fr. “fine i’ll go but i’m not gonna be happy about it.” “yes!!!” he’s just happy to have you around and eventually you do kinda like wherever it is he’s brought you to. he brings you out of your comfort zone and you ground him.

yuta- my god does he love you. you’re the only one that can keep up with him. he’s mean but it’s in a flirty way and you’re mean in a “jokey” way but he loves it sm. sarcasm is y’all’s love language fr. he would quite literally d!3 for you if necessary but a big ol’ uno reverse card on that one. you’re just as fiercely protective of him and god, does he love it. one time you nearly got into blows with a “fan” who was harassing him. the smirk on her face when she went running, PLEASE!

doyoung- you’re his angel… fallen angel but an angel nonetheless. he LOVES teasing you in a playful way just to have you stare at him like 😒. he’s also super affectionate with you which you’re mostly indifferent about but he’s amused by your lack of amusement. his favorite thing is the way you show love bc it’s v cat like. you find little things to gift him like his favorite snack you picked up while you were out or a crystal you think he needs or something he said in passing that he needs or wants. you’re also great a quality time. just sitting with him reading a book or playing your switch while he’s doing something for work or himself. you’re just his favorite person to be around.

jaehyun- he just has this permanent smirk on his face watching you. like you’re 1000% in full gremlin mode, eating peanut butter from the jar, messy hair, in a hoodie that hasn’t been washed in a while, but he’s just like obsessed with you. he LOVES how sassy you are with people and the comebacks you have are god-tier. he loves to spoil you bc you kinda sit there and just stare at the thing for a few mins trying to process why he would spend money on you but 1) you’re his whole world and 2) he likes your reactions. it’s funny and cute to him.

jungwoo- so this man is so baby girl it hurts. some days you don’t even know how or why you’re with him or why he likes you but you learn just not to question it. but you’ve gotten attached to him and anyone that hurts him 😈👹 must d!3 👹😈. you’re the only one that can “be mean” to him but he has a degradation k!nk so he loves it. he’s pretty respectful of your space but every once in a while he needs a cuddle.

mark- another beast boy and raven duo (see my skz one) but y’all are so chill with each other but mark is chill… in a doofus (lovingly) way. i can also see kinda april and andy vibes. “someone will d!3…” “of fun?!” he’s a little scared of you but also a little turned on by you. but he’s always down to invoke the powers of darkness with you as long as you go get food together.

haechan- he’s intimidated by you in like a simp way. normally with everyone else he’s a little shit but you’re so hot and intimidating that he can’t help but 🧎🏻‍♂️🧎🏻‍♂️🧎🏻‍♂️ sometimes all you have to do is give him a look and he 😐. but he loves you so fucking much. if you aren’t a cuddly or affectionate person, you will be by the time he’s done with you. he gets real excited when your feral streak kicks in and y’all are lowkey manic together. the way this man hypes you up in a fight, if you ever get that far 😂

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neo404 · 24 days

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Could you do a Nick x dom reader. Like with maybe a blindfold and stuff. You don't have to Its just I can't even remember the last time I read a dom reader x Nick fic lol.

Blindfolded.

Summary: Nick gets too needy at a party so you drag him to an empty room.

Tw: NSFW, mentions of alcohol (reader drink too), cursing.

Note: this is inclusive bcs readers body parts arent described. also, reader call Nick good boy a few times.

I was sitting on one of the many couches of the big house the party was throwed at, Nick was sitting on one of my legs talking to one of his friends sitting on the coffee table in front of us, I take a sip of my drink and the plastic cup is empty, I tap on Nicks thigh.

‘’Hey, stand up for a second.’’ I say into his ear. He quickly turns to face me and frowns a bit.

‘’Why? Where are you going?’’

‘’Just to re-fill my drink, I’ll be gone just a second.’’

‘’No, don’t leave.’’ He crosses his arms and pouts.

‘’Come with me then.’’ He smiles and nods, turning back to his friends telling them that we will go for some drinks. Nick stands up and drags me to the kitchen. I pour the clear drink on my cup and Nick is standing behind me hugging me.

‘’Can I get a kiss?’’ he asks, his head buried on my neck.

‘’Yes, of course baby.’’ I take a sip of my drink and put it on the counter, turning around I feel his hands on my cheeks and he kisses me.

‘’You taste like alcohol.’’ He murmurs and kisses me again. I grab his waist and bite his lip.

‘’I like it, makes the kiss better.’’

‘’I prefer when you wear strawberry chopstick, but I don’t mind.’’ He kisses my cheek.

‘’God, you are too soft.’’ He smiles and I kiss him again. I feel his hands slide from my chest to the hem of my shirt.

‘’Hey, don’t do that, we are in the kitchen, there’s people everywhere.’’ He smirks.

‘’I don’t care, I want them to see that you are mine.’’ I smirk and roll my eyes.

‘’They know, believe me.’’ I kiss his cheek and grab my drink starting to walk outside the kitchen but I feel him grab my arm.

‘’No, just a few kisses more. Please.’’ he makes mu turn around to face him and I grab his face to kiss him again. Once again, he puts his hands on my shoulders and I try to place my hands in a way that my drink doesn’t spill all over him.

‘’Okay, let’s go back.’’ I whisper against his lips.

‘’No. One more, please.’’ he looks up to me with puppy eyes.

‘’What got you so needy tonight?’’ I say jokingly.

‘’You just look so handsome with that shirt. And I did your hair, so it looks extra nice. And when I was sitting on top of your hand was on my hip, and now… now I just wanna be close to you…’’ he rambles, playing with the buttons of my black button up. And let out a groan and cover my eyes, he always gets what he wants.

‘’All right. Let’s go.’’ I drink all of the cup in one go and throw the cup on the counter.

‘’Where?’’

‘’You said you wanted to be close to me, and kiss me. So, I’m taking you somewhere we can do both in peace.’’ I grab his arm and start dragging him across the house, people dancing around us, the music blasting. I enter one of the rooms and close the door behind us pushing him against it. ‘’Don’t be greedy, if I hear you ask for more, you’ll have to wait until we get home, got it?’’ he nods eagerly.

‘’Yes, got it.’’ He’s blushing. I kiss him, pushing my hips against his, grabbing his waist and hair, his hands make their way to button up my shirt and I break the kiss.

‘’No touching.’’ He whines but nods right after. ‘’Good boy. On the bed. Now.’’ I see him run to the bed, laying down, holding his upper body up with his elbows. I lock the door and look around the room when I see a scarf on the nightstand and smile. I walk slowly to him, passing a hair throw my hair, his breath hitches, I unbutton my shirt a bit and his eyes are glued to my hands and chest. And as I crawl slowly on top of him, he leans back, fully laying down on the bed, I lean in, kissing him slowly, making sure he grows desperate.

‘’Please.’’ he whimpers against my lips.

‘’Please what?’’ he squirms a bit and I laugh. ‘’That what I thought.’’ I grab the scarf on the nightstand and look at him. ‘’Are you okay with this?’’ he nods as soon as I finish asking.

‘’Yes, do it.’’ He blushes even more, he’s so cute. I kiss his cheek and whisper a tiny ‘thanks’. I wrap the craft around his eyes, making sure the knot isn’t too tight and it’s comfortable for him.

I kiss his lips roughly; his hands grab my face and I quickly take both of them and pin them above his head. ‘’No touching.’’ He groans and grip the sheets. I let go of his wrists and they stay where I left them. ‘’Good boy.’’ I kiss his cheek.

I start kissing his neck and jaw, leaving red spots all over. I make my way down, lifting his shirt up a bit, kissing his stomach while undoing his belt, slowly pushing down his pants and boxers at the same time, his breath is uneven I see him gripping the sheets harder when my breath hits his sensitive area. I start kissing his thighs and inching closer to his dick, until I kiss it and he lets out a tiny moan.

‘’You good?’’

‘’Y-yes.’’ He bites his lip and I try not to laugh. I grab it and start pumping it slowly, his back arches a bit. I look at him while I move my hand up and down, I take in the way his mouth open to let out sweet noises, the way his hands grip the sheet, how the muscles of his body tense and relax, how he breathes and tries to not break the simple rules I gave him.

After a few strokes I give the tip a kiss, and put it inside my mouth. ‘’Fuck, shit.’’ His legs tremble and he throws his head into the pillow. I start moving my head up and down slowly and he lets out soft moans and whimpers. I go faster, and faster, gripping his thighs making sure he doesn’t move. ‘’Fuck, I can’t.’’ his back is arched, he’s sweating.

‘’Please, need you. Please.’’ suddenly I stop, and he whine loudly.

‘’Oh baby, you broke a rule.’’ I coo at him, and he puts his hands on his hair.

‘’No, please. I’m sorry, please. I’ll be good, please.’’ I grab his dick and start stroking him slowly. I put my face right besides his face.

‘’Why should I listen to you?’’ he squirms.

‘’Please, I promise. I’m your good boy, I am.’’ He moans out, and I smirk against his skin, biting his neck slightly.

‘’Yeah you are.’’ I start moving my hand faster, kissing his neck and jaw, he starts being louder but it doesn’t matter because the music outside will make sure nobody hears us. ‘’You are being so loud sweety, want everyone to know how good you are for me?’’

‘’Yes, yes. Want them to know. Shit, please.’’

‘’It’s okay, you can cum when you want to.’’

‘’Fuck. Thanks, thank you.’’ He grips the sheets once more and I keep leaving marks all over his neck and shoulders. I feel his legs tremble and his stomach tensing. ‘’Oh god…’’ and then I feel the warmth on my hand and I look down to see his stomach and chest covered on his release.

I kiss his lips softly and take the scarf out of his eyes. ‘’You can touch me now.’’ He lets out a sigh and wraps his arms around me. ‘’Such a good boy for me.’’ I kiss his cheek and let him bury his face on the crook of my neck until his breath is steady again.

‘’Wanna go home?’’ I ask and he nods against my skin.

‘’Okay, I’ll order an uber. You up for round two?’’ I fell his arms tighten around me and his head nodding against me, I know he’s blushing. ‘’Good. Let’s get you cleaned up.’’

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i think this one is kinda good); i get really shy while writting nsfw lol but i wrote this while listening to 'too sweet' from hozier and surprisingly that helped

#nick sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x you #nick sturniolo x male reader #sturniolo triplets x reader #nick sturniolo smut

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h4rring1on · 2 years

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reader and eddie play fighting and reader snatches his bandana and runs as fast as reader can but eddie is too fast even if he just walks and reader bumps into something and passes out then eddie takes care of them

i made a mix of this and

this bc they’re basically the same idea anyways enjoy!

warnings: reader passes out lmfao, swearing nothing else but please tell me if there’s something i missed!

quick a/n: i couldn’t really think of anything that reader bumps into and faints bc apparently you dont exactly faint when you bump into a wall, so i made another reason, hope thats okay!!

ANOTHER NOTE! IN THIS SITUATION YOURE OK WITH EDDIE TAKING OFF YOUR CLOTHES SINCE YOU TRUST HIM MORE THAN ANYONE!!

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“eddie! stop” you breathed out, giggling as he kept tickling you, you pushed him away and tried to wrestle him, the two of you kept play fighting as he threw you on the bench in front of his trailer and you quickly got up and got on his back

“keep trying baby, im always the winner” he said and that made you frown, you looked at his head and took your chance, you snatched his bandana and ran away

noticing it in your hand, eddie didn’t bother to even run, since he already knew he could get to you just by walking

you looked behind you to see if he’s chasing you, you stopped in your place, you had been under the hot sun for longer than eddie, and you weren’t feeling very well. it was suddenly getting very hot, you fanned yourself with your hand but it didn’t work, and suddenly, everything went black.

“oh—shit” he muttered as he now ran to you, “god—sweetheart, you okay?” he asked as he kneeled down, he furrowed his eyebrows when he saw your eyes closed

“hello?” he said as he lightly shook you, his eyes growing in concern when you weren’t waking up, he picked you up and got you inside the trailer, putting you in bed, he obviously saw how hot you were getting and knew why you fainted, though he was still very worried, he’d never seen you faint before.

he slid off your clothes, he then started a cold bath and placed you in it, he stroked your hair as he let you soak in the cold water, he was really worried about you. anyone would when you go from smiling and playing around to falling unconscious

he massaged your head as well, you fell on hard ground, there had to be some pain there, your eyes slowly fluttered openly, making eddie breathe in relief

“oh thank god” he said as he held your face, “you went away for a bit there”

“what—what happened?” you asked

“think you were a little too hot” he said, “not talking about weather”

you let out a giggle, “you’re so cocky, eddie”

“i know” he said as he got up and grabbed a towel, “lets get up, yeah?”

you got up and he wrapped the towel around you, once you got to the room you wanted to change but he insisted on doing for you, making sure you rest even though you weren’t really tired.

he dressed you up in his boxers and shorts along with one of his shirts, he then picked you up and put you right in front of the air conditioner

“eddie i swear i can do things on my own, i didnt die, yknow” you grumbled

“can’t risk anything” he said as he sat next to you and made you sip one of his cold beverages, not even letting you sip it with your own hand

once you did, he put it on the table and stroked your hair again, “eddie” you said

“got me all worried didn’t you, pretty girl?” he said with a smile on his face

“maybe” you muttered

“well i have to let you know just because you fainted doesn’t mean you won” he said

“i didn’t have to faint, i already won” you said

“the war isn’t over” he exaggeratedly glared at you

you glared back and before you knew it, you were back to playing around

a/n: i feel like this wasn’t that good :(

#stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader fluff

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babybluebex · 1 month

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BEX I HAVE A THOUGHT

so there’s this Photo from when dommy went to the sag awards this year:

and all i can think about is your blurb abt “the scene” and like

What If yall’s film was nominated for an award and y’all are on the carpet . the look he’d give you as he’s watching you get interviewed n stuff?.? like the proud smile AGH

anyways this is the thought from 1am my time gn <3

oh yes, i can see you guys being in a very steady and good relationship ever since your first night together, but not announcing your relationship to the public, and that's pretty much your "fault", you wanted to try to get people in the industry to take you seriously and not think you're just some little girl who falls in love with the first guy to look at you, and dom understands your reservations, so you two haven't announced anything

but that definitely doesn't mean that you escape suspicion, you're always spotted out at lunch or at pubs together, basically attached at the hip the whole time, and paps notice the way dom will play with your hair or your skirt, basically the way he can get handsy, and somehow the popular narrative becomes that you two are fwbs and not actually dating

but YES the movie starts to get a lot of critical acclaim, but most of it is pointed specifically at YOU, people LOVE your performance and say that it's the best performance they've seen in years, and you're getting nominated for a bunch of "best actress" awards at various shows and you start WINNING?? and you're always sitting next to dom, and he has to REALLY exercise control when you win, he wants to just grab you and kiss you but he knows you're not comfortable with that yet, so it's just a gentle hug and good-natured pat on the back

but he's pulling THAT exact face in the bg of you being interviewed about your historic run of wins, like he's not exactly in frame of the camera but people find another angle of the interview that shows him better and he's just cheesing up a storm

and oh my god, the night before the academy awards, you're nominated for best actress and dom is for best supporting actor, and the odds are looking in your favors, but you're crying on dom's chest, so terrified about what will happen if you win, you're scared that it means you've peaked and will never have anything like this again

and dom shushes you and kisses your teary cheeks, "shh, honey, it's ok... look, i got you a present, do you wanna see it? i wasn't gonna give it to you until tomorrow night, after we've both won, but i can give it to you now" and he rolls out of bed and pulls his pajama pants up his skinny hips as he goes to his luggage, and he grabs a small box from his suitcase and gives it to you, and you sniffle as you open it, and you first come across a flannel buttoned shirt, and you instantly recognize it "... this is the shirt you wore—" "to the bar our first night together," dom nods, "what was that... two years ago, i guess? but i hardly wear it because it used to smell like the perfume you wore that night... it doesn't so much anymore, but it's still sentimental to me. but i want you to have it" "oh, dom, i can't—" "yes you can" and he nods at the box "there's more in there, go on"

and you move back into the box and push aside the paper filling up the empty space, and you find a delicate box in the bottom, obviously a jewelry box, and your mouth goes dry, bc it's a small square box and you know what that means and you sorta whisper "dominic?" and his eyes are sparkling as he gently takes the ring box into his hand and opens it, and you gasp

the ring is beautiful, your dream ring, and you harken back to a few months before, when bella had asked you to help her pick out an engagement ring, and you had given opinions the whole day, but under the pretense of helping her, what cut you liked and what gemstone, and it suddenly clicks into place: bella, the absolute sneak, had colluded with dom to figure out what your perfect engagement ring was "oh my god, dommy, yes"

"i didn't even ask you anything" dom smiles with playfully narrowed eyes "but i know what you're gonna say, and fuck, yes" you sob and grab him tight and draw him into a hug, and he kisses you and fumbles blindly to put the ring on your finger

and the next night, you're all dressed up for the oscars, and vanity fair is there to make a video on dom getting ready, and they tell you that it'll come out after the awards show, and you and dom are free to be a cheesy annoying engaged couple because you've already decided exactly how and when you're going to announce it that night

and it comes time for the awards show, you're all sitting together, you and dom and your director (who was nominated for best director), and best supporting actor comes up first (not the first award, but out of the nominations y'all have, it comes first in the night), and your heart is in your throat as they flash up clips from the movies of each actor, and you notice the cheering is just a little louder when dom's clip is onscreen, and you think you actually pass out when the announcer calls out "dominic sessa!" but you're drawn right back to reality by dom grabbing you and hugging you, and your mouth is just gaping like a fish, unable to form words as you grab his face and tear up, and you want to kiss him, but you can't, not quite yet

he gets up to the stage, and he does his little gasping laugh "oh wow..." gazes lovingly at the oscar statue in his hand "this thing is heavier than i thought it would be..." and the whole audience laughs "but um, this is an honor... i sorta stumbled into this field— literally, actually, i stumbled, i fell and broke my leg and couldn't do sports, so i decided to try acting on a whim, and— whatever, but this was never the plan for me, but this award is... it means a lot..." and he takes a breath and squints in the stage lights to find you and he smiles "i think actors are defined by certain roles in their lifetimes... pacino as corleone, schwarzenegger as the terminator... and even though this role will always have a special place in my heart, the role i think most defines me... is the role of husband. and for that, i have to thank my beautiful wife, and by extension, our director and screenwriter and casting director, if you guys hadn't put her in my life, i wouldn't have her, and that role means more to my heart than anything else does... oh, shi— crap, they're telling me to wrap it up, haha. anyway, yeah, um, wife, director, crew, my other actors, the academy, and, um, is ryan gosling here this year? yeah, you're cool too"

and he gets offstage and comes to you, and you finally FINALLY get to kiss him, and you see the cameras starting to swarm you, and you take care to put your hand on his face, to let everyone see the ring

and now that the cat's out of the bag, you're not afraid to be loving and cute together, and your director wins her award, and you get a notification on your phone that your movie is trending online, associated with "SWEEP!!", and suddenly the pressure starts to gnaw at you and your stomach turns, but your fiancé is luckily very in tune with you, and he gets up and leaves for the bar in the back of the room and quickly returns with a small glass of ginger ale and rubs your back as he whispers "hey, you're gonna be ok, it's all gonna be fine" "dommy i don't wanna win" you whimper and he shushes you "well, honey, i'm gonna be honest here, i think you are gonna win" dom tells you "i don't think you have a choice, so what you're gonna do, when they call your name, all you gotta do is just go up there, and look at me. don't look at the cameras, don't look at margot robbie or anyone, just look at me" "what happens if i puke?" you whisper "i'll clean it up" dom says instantly, without a single thought "wh-what happens if i can't talk up there?" you ask, and you're certain dom's patience is wearing thin, but if it is, he's not letting it show even remotely "i'll talk for you" dom says, and gently urges you to sip your drink to calm your stomach "look, you are amazing, you deserve this award— if they gave my untalented ass a fucking oscar, then you are way more qualified to win than i am— and winning doesn't mean you've peaked. it means it's just beginning" and he shifts a little closer to you and pushes your hair behind your ear, and he whispers "tell you what— if you get on that stage and thank only the academy and then immediately leave, if that's all you do... i'll eat you out in the car on the way to the after party. deal?" and you sniffle and give a weak laugh, but you nod at him, and he grins "i mean, i'd do that anyway, but if that's the incentive you need..."

and the lights dim to signal the end of commercial break, and you feel sick the whole time as they're announcing the nominees for best actor, and you're so acutely aware of the big camera rig next to you, capturing your every reaction, and you go hot when they flash the clip of you and you notice the louder cheers, just like before

and you must have been too busy trying not to throw up that you didn't even hear your name announced, you just hear the cheering, and suddenly dom's got his hands on you, pulling you out of your seat and hugging you, and you just feel numb, but your feet work you up to the stage and you're handed the statue, and you look out past the lights and the audience full of industry giants, and you lock eyes with dom and you swallow thickly "... why is this so goddamn heavy..." you mumble and there's laughter "baby, you could've told me" and dom grins and shrugs "i just... really don't know what to say... um... thank you to the academy, who thought i'm worthy of this.... and my husband said that's all i gotta say, so i think i'm gonna go before i puke everywhere"

and you get back to your seat, and you feel a lot better now that it's over, and dom kisses you so sweetly, and you two goofs continue your goof streak and make your oscars kiss like barbie dolls

(and dom makes good on the promise he made hehe)

#bex answers #thekid-ofsteel #dominic sessa x reader

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moonlightsolo · 2 years

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Hi! Can you do a Eddie Munson x dustins sister reader? Established relationship please ^-^ and if its cool that the reader is female and has a grungy aesthetic? Either headcannons or normal :)

thank god for the hellfire club

wc: 1.3k

pairing: eddie munson x henderson!reader

warnings: v suggestive, dustin being such a brother, eddie being the cutest bf ever, fluffy fluff & no spoilers :)

a/n: this is kinda short but sweet?? i loved writing this bc i got to play around w eddie's fun personality. i hope you like it!!

"dustin, you better hurry the hell up.” you mutter to yourself as you sit in your car outside of the high school.

you’re currently waiting for your little brother to finish with his stupid after school club. ‘paranoid’ by black sabbath blaring through the speakers in your car.

you know the club is nothing productive, just a bunch of kids sitting around playing dungeons and dragons. yeah, you love the game, but you can’t understand how or why a school would agree to let a bunch of kids create a club dedicated to it. especially with a name like hellfire club.

this is the first time you've picked him up after school before, he's either rode home in your car with you or your mom picks him up. but today, she needs to run errands so the baton of responsibility was handed off to you.

finally after thirty minutes of waiting, the little dweebs start to filter out of the school with triumphant smiles on their faces.

dustin noticed you and instantly jogs up to your car door instead of getting inside. you sigh loudly as you roll down the window and bring your sunglasses down the bridge of your nose to look up at him, “what do you want?”

“mike needs a ride home.”

“really? right now? i’m not a taxi.” you grumble as you look over at the wheeler boy waiting on the curb awkwardly. he lifts his hand to wave at you quickly.

suddenly, someone emerges behind him and instantly catches your eye. he’s wearing a hellfire club ringer tee underneath a leather jacket and denim vest that's layered on top. his hair is what you continue staring at, and his face. oh… his face. he’s so handsome.

“who… is that?” you point at the culprit who caught your attention. even acting like a fool jumping around and making weird noises with his friends, he's still so attractive.

“oh, that’s eddie. he’s like the club president.” dustin shrugs off your question, “so can mike get a ride home or not?”

“yeah, yeah. whatever.” you brush him off.

dustin pumps his fist in the air and runs over to mike, then eddie makes his way over to them. the rocker-esque man pats dustin and mikes back like a proud dad and starts a conversation. now, this is your time to shine.

you get out of your car, leaving your music blaring and engine on. now ‘spin me round’ by dead or alive is playing through the speakers as you walk up to the lingering group.

“hello, boys.” you hum, “it’s time to go.” you tap an invisible watch on your wrist.

eddie turns his head toward your voice, a cocky little smirk plastered on his face once he sees you. he's even more gorgeous up close- thank god for the hellfire club.

he looks down at you then back up as he blatantly checks you out, “and who’s this, boys?” he mocks you.

you’re thankful you decided to dress cute today; in baggy black shorts that are cinched at the waist with a belt, a graphic joy division band tee and an oversized flannel. dustin is silent for a moment before responding, “my… uh- sister…” your little brother worriedly glances between you and his club leader nervously.

“hm. you never told me you had an older sister, dustin... i’m eddie.” he sticks his hand out for you to shake, which you gladly accept with a smile, and that was just the beginning.

eddie and you hit it off so well, and surprisingly quick. he makes you laugh, he smells good, he’s a great kisser, he dresses well, is amazing with your brother, and your mom loves him. (although you can't lie she was on the fence when she saw his tattoos, but his charm won her over)

he checks every box on your imaginary list. he passes with flying colors. dustin has his opinions about how it’s weird and awkward whenever he sees him outside of school.

eddie soon asks you to be his girlfriend after countless ‘study sessions’ at each other’s houses in the bedroom with the door closed.

specifically today, ‘love bites’ by def leppard is playing in the background on your stereo in your room. eddie’s on top of you with your legs wrapped around his slender waist, his lips going to town against yours before making their way down your neck.

your hands are tangled in his unruly hair as obscene noises emit from the kisses he leaves against your skin, “i’m… so… obsessed… with… every… inch… of… you.” he says in between kisses against you.

his words make you giggle, “that’s funny to you, huh?” eddie lifts his head up from his attack with a playful grin, “everything about you makes me go insane.” his voice is raspy as makes a gesture with his hand to swirl next to his head.

“your smell, your movements, your body…” he mumbles against your lips as you snicker shyly from his compliments. he leans down to capture your lips with his again, “i want you to be mine.” he mumbles, “officially. no more stupid friends with benefits and secret glances at school. i want you. i need you.” he begs against your lips desperately.

“oh, eddie. you’ve already been mine for so long already- but officially, we’re each others. for life.” you attack him with many kisses all over his pretty face.

a small cackle tumbles from his lips, as he falls to his side so you’re facing each other. his hand rests on your waist as the other holds his head up, “look at you. all mine- my girl. all we need is matching tattoos.” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“in your dreams, munson. my mom would kill me, and so would my brother.” you laugh.

“i can put it somewhere only i can see…” his voice purrs as his finger traces down your side, making goosebumps rise on your skin.

“oh really? where’s that at?”

he leans forward to whisper obscenities in your ear, his deep voice sends lightning bolts through your nerve endings. your jaw drops as you gasp with exaggeration, “naughty, naughty…” you chuckle, pressing a kiss against his jawbone right near his ear.

“naughty? oh, you haven’t seen naughty yet.” he pushes you onto your back, and pulls himself up onto his knees next to you.

eddie’s eyes are wide and crazy as he sticks his tongue out at you like a mad man. his hands lunge at your midsection, his fingers squeezing your skin through your top as he tickles you.

“no!” you scream out and laugh, writhing under his attack. he knows you loathe being tickled, “stop! oh my god! it tickles!” you screech.

someone at your door bangs their fist against the wooden surface, “hey! what’s going on?!” dustin yells through it and wiggles the doorknob, which makes eddie laugh evilly and throw his head back.

“nothing that concerns you, henderson!” he cackles as he continues to tickle you through your protests.

“stop! stop! or i’m going to pee!” you yelp which makes his hands fly away from you.

“gross.” he pretends to be disgusted, but he can’t fight the smile that won’t leave his face. you roll away from him and slide off of the bed to stand to your feet.

panting, you unlock and open the door with a wide smile to see a very concerned dustin on the other side. “what the hell is going on?” he asks as he leans to the side to look at eddie sitting innocently on your bed.

“nothing. we’re just messing around.” you laugh breathily and wince as the words fall from your mouth. dustin’s face falls with a pink flush spreading across his cheeks. ed just cackles behind you like a little boy, grabbing his belly as he laughs.

“not like that, dustin. i swear. he was just tickling me, i’m fine.” your hand reaches out to mess up his curly hair in attempt to break the tension.

“ugh.” your little brother grumbles in disgust and walks back into his room but doesn’t shut the door behind him.

you linger in your doorway for a moment for him to return, watching how he storms out of his room, keeping his back towards you.

“i’m going to hang out with mike!” he shouts as he speed walks towards the front door. his walkie talkie in hand and back pack slung over his shoulder.

“oh hell yes!” eddie laughs happily, throwing himself onto your bed, and pumping his fists in the air like he just won the lottery.

“be careful! don’t do anything stupid!” you yell at your little brother, “how about you don’t do anything that’s goddamn stupid!” he screams back before slamming the door behind him.

hm, touché.

“alooooone time.” eddie says in a sing song voice, “get your ass back on this bed, henderson.” he slaps the comforter and bites his lip. you close your bedroom door, locking it behind you once again.

“are you trying to seduce me, munson?” you hum as you slowly saunter over to him.

“mmm, yeah.” he makes a facial expression like he wanted to say duh! “well, is it working?”

“i think it is.” your lips turn up into a smirk as you lean over him, one knee resting on the bed. your face hovers above him for a moment before connecting your lips once again.

you could do this all day.

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things x oc #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x reader #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x y/n

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• PAIRING — childhoodbestie!hunter x fem!reader

• GENRE — huntys down bad, pinning, kissing

• WORD COUNT — 939

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — little smth smth i wrote for my friends but DAMN did i write the hell out of that like its so good. I wrote that?? Naur. Also also i suggest listening to 20cm by txt bc the feels and also the fic is heavily influenced by it so id read the translations if i were you yeah okay i go back to writing Also also pt 2 if yall want more suggestive hunter gimme a plot damn it

• TAGLIST — @hyunukitty , @cake1box , @mars101 , @soul-is-a-strange-kid , @the-lemon-boy , @yuniniverse , @hunchan444 , @s00buwu , @cherrycolaberry

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The two of you running hand and hand through the school corridors of your elementary, running to the playground after wolfing down your lunch. You pat hunters head as you were taller than him, his eyebrows furrowing as he looks up at you.

Now hes looking down at you, a hand still intertwined with yours as the other holds your waist, swaying you back and forth with a gentle smile on his face. The warm lighting of the highschool prom colors his face well.

His newfound awkwardness almost as tall as his height, you were a little shocked that he asked you to dance. His voice deeper and the pink tint complimenting his cheeks, he avoids your eyes, a hand scratching the back of his neck.

Hes been avoiding you lately, his sentences always studdered and the air suddenly heavy. But maybe he was too busy thinking about you that he didnt notice his actions. As you grew older and older, he found this desire to hold you, tickle your chin, just be with you in general.

Maybe thats why his heart skipped a beat when he saw you in that beautiful red dress, his mind going back to your middle school days; how he would help you to a book that was placed on highest shelf, his doe eyes looking down at you. He felt this nervousness he never felt before, pressing the book against your chest before asking you to lunch. Why was he so shy?

You grew up so well, your hair flowing and your eyes slightly bigger. A pretty smile always on your face and your brain expanding daily. He admired you from afar, from up close, anywhere he could find you.

And now that hes older, he tries changing himself to be man you desire; someone whos easy going, but takes your feelings very seriously. It was kind of easy, since hes known you for so long. But doubts still run through his mind, questioning if he'll be with someone that'll ever be as good as you. He needed you.

But when you slip your hand into his, his thoughts wash away, his heart thumping and his adams apple bobbing. God, you were so pretty. It was a little silly about your affect of holding his hand; you've done it ever since you were little, your habit of giving him soft head pets and teasing him for his shortness.

But now you cant reach his head, a smirk quipped on his face whenever its his turn to tease you. He loves the way you would pout, dropping your pretty bottom lip while thinking of a comeback to his insult. He wanted to kiss the pout off of your lips.

And how pretty you looked when you smiled, your sweet laughter ringing in his ears. He wished he could record it, playing it whenever he missed you dearly, even if its been a couple hours. Thats probably the reason why he was staring at you so much tonight, his eyes never leaving yours as he sways you back and forth, content and love in his expression.

He pushes a strand of hair behind your ear, muttering the words "so pretty" as his mind took mental pictures of you, how your dress was hugging your body so well, and how you were looking up at him, filled with so much fondness that he could melt.

He never wanted to forget this moment, the smell of your shampoo covering his nose as he softly kisses your head, something he always did to comfort you. Watching as your eyes fluttered close, he couldnt take it anymore, his hands leaving yours and your sides and cupping your cheeks, his thumb rubbing on your skin.

"Can I.." he whispers although you could hear him perfectly, his heart catching up with his staggered breaths as he continues to stare in your eyes. "..take one more inch?" He always felt like he was so close but so far, like if you let go of his hand you would land in someone elses, a small, tiny jealously burning inside of him, and the selfishness to keep you for himself, that you were his, he was yours.

After what feels forever, you let out a soft nod, hunter taking one step, then another until hes hunched over at your level, his hands gently lifting your head to place his plump lips onto yours. He does it with so much care and precision that it leaves shivers down your spine, hunter breaking the kiss to stare into your soft eyes.

Then he leans in again, his eyes fluttered closed as he feels the world stop, the soft music fading and the light murmurring of the other students and their partners disappearing. What mattered was you, he was only thinking you, he needed you, he needed you to be his, he needed to kiss you repeatedly.

His lips move in a soft pace, savoring the flavor of your vanilla bean lip bomb; a small sigh leaving his lips as you lightly tug his hair, your small hands playing with it. He finally breaks the kiss, his cheeks painted pink again as his hands that cupped your face was sinking down to your waist. Your arms around his neck as his eyes were still fluttered shut, swaying your body back and forth as little shivers leave his being.

His eyes open to finds yours staring at him fondly, studying his facials and a small smile on your face. His doe eyes, squishy cheeks, and plump, light pink lips making you melt. He wanted to cherish you forever.

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I recently addicted to ur taehyung fic (little and the beast) god I loved the couple like how adorable their relationship was so maybe can you do for the same couple or an individual tae x reader smut where OC is his girlfriend and she secretly planned to tease tae by wearing bunny cosplay lingerie and asks him to fuck her in that outfit which she looks so cute as well as hot and tae immediately giving in his pretty girl's wish 🥺🥺💗

This is my first ever ask so pls ignore if it's cringe or whatever lol

yes ofc!!! tsym for loving little and the beast! this one's for you ❤️

honey bunny

pairing: kim taehyung x f!reader

category: smut, fluff

word count: 2.3k

rating: 21+

warning(s): ddlg, daddy dom!taehyung, little sub!f!reader, bunny costume, destruction of said costume, pet names, daddy kink, cursing, teasing, begging, dirty talk, nipple play, fingering, allusion to choking, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), praise, aftercare, mentions of squirting and passing out from said squirting

notes: again, tsym for requesting this! ik this took forever but life grew hectic bc of college! ty for your patience! p.s. what a good time to release this with layover amirite-

You don’t know if this is a good idea.

Purchasing this… gift with Taehyung’s card was risky enough. Yes, he’s able to see the Amazon charge in his account and know it was you. Yes, he likes to ask what you buy. Yes, you tried your best to hide this in a spot where Taehyung doesn’t normally look. Really, you’ve just been waiting for the opportunity to take it out and wow him.

And today is the day.

Gazing in the mirror at your reflection, you run a hand over the sleek white leather costume. Cinched at the waist, it emphasizes your hips and bum, and the cups do little justice to contain your breasts. You paired fishnet tights, wrist cuff sleeves, and a collar with the costume, along with a bunny ears headband; white stilettos top off the outfit. You even put on some makeup: black liner, mascara, blood-red lipstick.

Although you know it’s all going to come off with your tears and spit, you wanted to be pretty, look pretty for Taehyung.

However, this seemed like a good idea at first, but now you’re second-guessing yourself.

As your dom and caretaker, Taehyung is accustomed to seeing you in cute, frilly clothing, since you’re in little space more often than not. So you don’t know how your boyfriend is going to react. The least he can do is like it, right?

He doesn’t have to love it. You just want to… surprise him.

The familiar sound of the front door opening and closing catches your attention. Your hands become clammy. You scurry to the bed and lay down, stretching along the blankets, which are soft against your skin. Footsteps approach, growing louder with each one, then–

"Jesus Christ."

You shyly peek at your boyfriend. Taehyung stares at you, utterly divine in loose beige pants and a garnet tee tucked into the waistband, his dirty-blond hair swept back away from his face. His brown eyes are wide with shock, knuckles white from his tight grip on the doorknob. You carefully roll over, exposing your chest, and his throat bobs.

“Hi,” you murmur, smiling a little.

He doesn’t reply straight away, obviously stupefied by your costume. “What’s this?” he croaks.

“Do you like it, Daddy?” you quietly ask him, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and standing. Your heels click on the hardwood floor as you step towards him. “I got it for you.”

Another gulp. Taehyung drifts to you, enchanted. “You look…” His slender fingers curl around your waist. He sharply exhales, eyes unable to stay still. “Fuck, you look so pretty, babygirl.”

"Thank you," you whisper.

His touch is fire, burning through the costume and branding his fingerprints into your skin. Your eyes flutter when his hands trail up to your breasts, caressing them, your sensitive nipples rubbing against the leather. You bite your lip to contain a mewl, heat flooding your cheeks as Taehyung tugs the cups out of the way. He plays with your rosy buds, rolling and pinching them between his fingers, bolts of arousal shooting straight to your pussy.

“So this is what you bought that day,” Taehyung softly says, almost to himself, tugging at your nipples.

“Please,” you pant, jolting when he pinches a bud.

A ghost of a smirk. "Please what?"

You swallow, trembling. "Please fuck me."

Taehyung chuckles. He pinches your other nipple, drawing a whine from you. "You can do better than that, sweetheart."

You pout, eyes dropping in embarrassment. You dislike voicing your needs. He should know what you want by the way you react to his teasing, but that’s what Taehyung likes. The power he holds over you as your dom. He wants you to express your thoughts, tell him exactly just what you want.

It reminds him how much you trust him with yourself, submitting to his every touch and kiss, handing over your body to do as he pleases with it.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” you whine, shivering, head tilting back as Taehyung mouths kisses on your throat. “Please. N-Need you so bad. I-I don’t are what you do to the costume, just please fuck me.”

Taehyung chuckles, the low sound a sweet caress. “Alright, babygirl. Anything for you.”

A few seconds later, you’re on the bed again, this time with Taehyung crawling on top of you. He slots between your legs as your lips meet in a slow, passionate kiss. You quietly moan when his hands cup your tits, calloused fingertips digging into them. The stark comparison of his rough fingers on your smooth skin is arousing. Your eyes roll, bucking your hips up into his hand while he strokes your hot center over the costume, his tongue slipping into your mouth and dancing with your own. You grasp his shoulders for support, a little wail escaping you when Taehyung rips the costume at the seams.

“Daddy!” you whine, heart aching at the loss of your costume.

“What?” His eyes sparkle with mischief. “Just doing what my babydoll wants.”

You open your mouth to retort, to remind him you bought this costume with his money, but the thought disappears the second Taehyung glides a finger through your folds. You quietly moan, pressing your lips together when he easily locates your clit and rubs quick, little circles on it. You swallow, rocking into his touch all while his eyes burn into you.

That’s another thing Taehyung loves in this dynamic with you: Watching you squirm beneath him from pleasure and your orgasms. It doesn’t matter if you seek from his mouth, touch, or cock. He adores the view of you experiencing total euphoria because of him, and it’s even better because he’s the only one who gets to see you like this. His precious girl, all his to love and care for in every way possible. But he knows you secretly like it too, watching him get off on you getting off.

“Daddy, please,” you plead, your hand sliding down to his arm from his shoulder. “Fuck me.”

Taehyung merely hums, his eyes dark and gleaming as he sips a long finger inside you. You whimper, your legs trying to snap shut, but his body stops it from occurring. He pumps it in and out of you at a steady pace, listening to you whine and moan, observing the way you writhe in bliss.

“How badly do you want it, babe?” Taehyung rasps, deep voice husky with lust. He rests his forehead on yours, your breaths mixing while more noises spill out of you. “Huh? How badly do you want Daddy’s cock? Tell me, babygirl.”

“Please!” you cry out, back arching when the pad of his finger brushes over your sweet spot. “O-Oh, fuck yes, please–”

“W-Want it so bad!” you sob, tears stained black from your liner and mascara. “Please, please, fill me up until I can’t think of anything but you!” You squeal, your entrance burning slightly from the intrusion of a second digit, but it feels so fucking good. “P-Please, fuck me up with your big cock, please!”

Taehyung smirks. “That’s a good girl."

While he continues to finger you, Taehyung miraculously shucks off his pants and boxers, cock springing free from its confinements. You lick your lips at the sight of him. Long and girthy, slightly curved with a bulbous tip, veins ridging it, the prominent one crawling up to his frenulum like a tree. You pant in anticipation as Taehyung sits between your legs once more, clenching around nothing when he taps his cock on your drenched pussy.

You’re so deep in your own little world that you don’t even notice him removing his shirt. You grind up against his dick, whining, clit singing at the friction.

“Want Daddy’s cock so bad, don’t you?” Taehyung coos.

You eagerly nod. “Yes, please!”

“Let me hear it one more time, baby.”

You keen, clutching the sheets in your hands, a lump of frustration growing in your throat. Damn him and his teasing. “Please, fuck me, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” Taehyung purrs, and finally, after what felt like endless torture, he enters you. He hisses. “Fuck, so fucking tight...”

You, on the other hand, are in complete bliss, eyes shut in ecstasy. He fills you up little by little, sinking further and further into you until he’s fully seated within you. Your eyes roll at how full you feel, his pelvis pressed to your core, his balls flush with your second hole. You softly pant, shifting in your spot beneath Taehyung, your walls rhythmically clenching around him. This spurs him into action.

He starts slow, one deep stroke after another. You quietly curse, and Taehyung lowly groans, the sound causing you to clamp down around him again.

“Fuck, relax,” Taehyung croaks.

“F-Feels so good,” you whimper.

“I know, baby.”

Your head falls back on the bed, a little whine slipping out of you, your tits bouncing in time with Taehyung’s gentle tempo. You hook your knees to your chest, allowing him more room to work. He lovingly pets your thighs in thanks. Taehyung grunts, nibbling his lip, his hair falling in his face. God, he looks like a god above you like this, completely drunk on your pussy, just like you’re drunk on his cock.

“Go faster,” you plead. “Please.”

“Yeah?” Taehyung picks up the pace, assuming a medium tempo. “Like this?”

You whine and shake your head. “Faster!”

“Be specific, darling.” His hand ghosts over your throat, which has your walls fluttering around his cock. His fingers always make a pretty necklace when Taehyung’s in the mood.

“F-Fuck me until I can’t think straight,” you beg, lightly grasping his wrist. “Please, Daddy.”

“That’s better.” Soon, Taehyung bucks into you with the manner of a well-oiled machine, quick and precise, hips smacking against your ass. He grunts, holding your legs for you while you cradle your tits for emotional support. “This what you wanted, babydoll? Hm?”

“Yes!” you cry, pinching and pulling at your nipples. “F-Fuck yes, Daddy, oh my god!”

Taehyung breathlessly chuckles at your confirmation, using your words as encouragement. He adjusts his angle slightly, along with the depth of his thrusts, and a loud wail is ripped out of you. He smirks. Bingo. Taehyung continues at this position, tip bludgeoning your sweet spot repeatedly. You shriek, eyes crossing, stars speckling your vision. You can’t even talk anymore, rendered speechless by his cock.

He melted your brain. He always does.

The sensation of his cock deliciously gliding against your throbbing walls is addicting, creating a high only your pussy adores. The veiny ridges provide a pleasant catch along your molten core, the lip of his tip adding to it, perfectly hitting that spongy part within you again and again. Your toes curl in your heels, and because of Taehyung’s godly pace, one of them falls off, bouncing on the bed and clattering to the floor. The other one joins it in courtesy of Taehyung.

“Gonna fuckin’ pump you full of my cum,” Taehyung grunts, curling up and hovering above you, forearms situated by your head. His pace becomes stilted, signaling his approaching end. “Until it leaks out of you, babygirl.”

You simply moan, which has him laughing. “Did I fuck my girl dumb? You’re so cute.”

Despite his impending doom, it doesn’t stop Taehyung from fucking you with fervor. No, he keeps going, pistoning into you, operating like a jackhammer.

“D-Daddy,” you croak, clawing at his ribs. The icy burn you’ve learned to love has begun to creep up on you, body trembling in expectation. Fuck, you’re so close. “‘M-M gonna cum.”

Taehyung groans. “Yeah? Gonna make a giant mess on my cock?”

“U-Uh huh!”

He hisses, brows furrowing in determination. Jaw clenching, Taehyung vigorously pounds into you, fingers tangling in the sheets by your head. Your noises rise in volume as your orgasm speed towards you like a bullet train, closer and closer until–

You scream, back arching like a bow, your soul dropping into the pool of euphoria waiting to embrace you. You loudly moan as its fingers caress you, stroking the most intimate parts of you while your pussy paints Taehyung’s cock white, not even aware of the clear liquid splashing all over the two of you. You sink deep into that pool, ascending into spaces you’ve never reached before. Your eyes grow heavy, and your hearing is reduced to a high-pitched ringing.

You shut your eyes to rest for a few seconds, just to wholeheartedly enjoy euphoria’s touch. However, when you wake, you discover you’ve been tucked under the blankets. You frown and sit up, only to pause at the feeling of cloth on your body. You glance at yourself. You’re no longer in the costume; rather, in a large oversized tee.

What the hell?

“You’re awake.”

At his voice, you seeks him out. He enters the bedroom with a bowl of your favorite snack and a glass of water.

“What happened?” you quietly ask him.

His lips stretch into a smug smirk. “You squirted. Hard. Then you passed out, but I cleaned you up and made sure you were comfortable.” He offers you the snack and water. “I bring refreshments.”

Your cheeks flare with heated embarrassment. “I-I passed out? From squirting?"

“Yup.” Taehyung chuckles, crawling into bed beside you. “It was pretty hot, not gonna lie. I came on your tummy instead of inside you like I wanted, but it’s okay. Your health and safety comes first.”

You shyly sip your water, leaning back on the pillow. “Did you like it, at least?”

“Hm?” Taehyung peeks at you. “Like what?"

You bashfully divert your gaze. “The outfit.”

A low chuckle. “I loved it, baby. You looked so pretty in it while I fucked you, and those tights… Goddamn.”

You quietly giggle, bowing your head, your hair falling and curtaining your red face. Taehyung brushes it behind your ear. “I loved it, babydoll.”

“Really?” You peek at him.

“Mhmm.” Taehyung twines an arm around your waist, tugging you close. “If you order another costume next time, tell me. I wanna see you put it on.”

“N-Next time?”

“Oh, baby.” Another chuckle rumbles in his throat. He presses a kiss to your ear. “There’s always a next time with you.”

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