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highvern · 3 months

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Patterns: Teaser

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x fem!reader

Genre: smut, 21+

Summary: Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times is a pattern. So what does it mean when you find yourself in Wonwoo's bed over and over again?

Warnings: fuckboy wonwoo, friends(?) with benefits, multiple sex scenes, oral (f. & m. receiving), choking, face fucking, multiple sex positions, strength kink, exhibitionism, fingering, handjob, sleepy sex, jealousy, others TBD

Length: TBD

Note: this is a repost of my one shot! It’ll be a multipart series! the fic rn is about half way done and stands at 21k w/o revisions so anticipate it being closer to 40k and it’ll be divided into at least 3 parts or more

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Head dizzily bobbing to the music, your eyes slip shut. You know it's Wonwoo at your back, hips following closely, one hand around your waist and the other dragging a path of fire across your thigh.

This wasn’t the first time you found yourselves in this particular position. Since your roommates started dating, whenever alcohol was close enough to serve as a believable excuse, you managed to find each other like super charged magnets; gluing together and drowning in each other’s touch.

It wasn’t like anything more happened. That was the excuse you told yourself after the first time. A girls night out Mingyu and Wonwoo happened to stumble upon. You’d still been upset about the breakup with Seungcheol two months prior, indulging in the shitty white wine that only served to fuel your boldness.

You’d never admit seeking out Wonwoo with the knowledge Seungcheol couldn’t stand him; taking sick satisfaction in imagining the look on Seungcheol’s face as you let Wonwoo touch the way previously reserved for him. You pressed against Wonwoo’s front with little care who saw; a challenging gleam in your glossy eyes, daring him to push away. Not one to be bested, Wonwoo pressed back and the rest is history.

After the first night of the new game, you went home and came embarrassingly fast to the fantasy of what would have inevitably happened if he’d followed. The week after consisted of staunchly avoiding Wonwoo. Guilt and disgust plagued every waking moment, and if you had to look at him you knew you’d feel worse.

Your only real connection was your roommate Lisa dating his roommate Mingyu which meant your evasiveness went undetected for nearly a month before Wonwoo managed to cornered you at a party and demand to know what your “fucking problem” was. It was then you realized he either didn’t remember what happened or didn’t think it was anything to make such a big deal about. You never asked for specific but came to the conclusion: If he didn’t care, then why should you? It was just a bit of fun. A game of chicken neither intended to end.

Each time you came across each other on the weekends after, the stakes increased. Your hands wandered across his chest, cataloging the plains hard muscle hidden underneath the fabric of his shirt. Or your lips brushed against his neck, tongue and teeth following the trail of goosebumps. And Wonwoo called your bluff everytime. His thumb tracing against the underside of your breast while delivering a particularly harsh grind of his hips leaving very little to the imagination. Or when he spun you around, forcing you to look him in the eye as he pawed at the soft flesh of your ass, using his hands to drag you across his thigh between your legs.

But whatever transpired fizzled away by the time the night ended, both of you content to go separate ways and ignore whatever was left on the dance floor (or occasionally a wall). Tonight would be no different. It never was.

Wonwoo was fun to play with but that's all. Throw him flirty smiles, indulge in the bold touches, take a thrill in the chase and then retreat to the safety of the bar or drag one of your friends to the bathroom for a break. He let go without any argument; something you found disappointing much to your own chagrin. But Wonwoo’s eyes never left your figure the second it left his arms. Even if he found a new partner, he would watch you while he did everything he had already done and then all the things he would have done if you stayed.

“Come home with me.” He whispers in your ear, more of a command than a question, breaking the delicate silence surrounding your unspoken attraction.

The air in your chest grows thick. For a second, you think you misheard him, possibly hallucinating that he’s spoken at all. With the thrum of music and shouts it’s not out of the question.

Unable to turn in his grip, you settle for leaning back against his shoulder, neck stretching, giving him a direct view down your top, his eyes privy to the fact that you hadn’t worn a bra.

“Come home with me.” Wonwoo tries again, his hand squeezing your waist gently, pulling you closer to his body to feel the evidence of his arousal.

It's just the next level to the game, you think. The fantasy is tempting; taking you back to his apartment, spreading you out across his bed and making good on all the promises he’s teased into your skin for months.

If he wants to play, you’ll play too.

“What’s in it for me?” you hum, lips brushing his ear in a mimic of his motion moments ago.

Wonwoo responds with another curl of his hips against your ass.

God, he’s good at this. Wonwoo is the only guy to spark any kind of interest since Seungcheol left months ago. Not for lack of trying but they were either too tall, too short, weird hair, awful laugh. The list of excuses goes on and on. Subconsciously, you’d been comparing them all to the man behind you and found each of them lacking. But if Wonwoo wants to progress to the next level, he’ll need to work for it.

“Not convincing enough.” You chide.

The hand on your thigh pauses, taking a second to squeeze the supple flesh before setting a new course. Wonwoo moves slowly, giving you plenty of time to stop his advance if you wish. Not sensing an objection, he pushes forward. Even over the thick denim of your jeans, the scorch of Wonwoo’s palm against the zipper burns. Continuing lower, he grinds the heel of his palm against your clothed pussy, nothing more than mockery of the real thing but it has you shuddering all the same; shoulders caving as you clench around nothing. The slope of your shoulder stings under his mouth, licking waves of fire across the nerves with each nip of his teeth.

Wonwoo pants against the shell of your ear on the next rock of his hand, laughing as your nails dig into his wrist before he whispers, “Unless you want our friends to watch, trust me.”

You need to see his face; need to look in Wonwoo’s eyes and find out if he’s trying to rile you up or if he’s serious.

This time when you move, Wonwoo allows you to turn in his hold. The look in his eyes tells you he would take you right here if he thought for a second you’d let him. He isn’t trying to just get a rise out of you and see you squirm. Wonwoo isn’t playing a game.

He wants you.

You nod once and Wonwoo has you both out the door and on the way to his place before the song ends.

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judebelle · 5 months

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hi girl! i would love to read something about soft sex with kylian maybe after watching a movie, him being so whipped with reader

phrases of praise - k.m. x reader

a/n : i dont expect this to get a lot of attention since there isn't much kylian content out rn lol.. also first kylian post whattt? also gonna use some of my french speaking skills for this fic (i can barely hold a conversation in french)

cw : soft smut, swearing, fluff, unprotected (wrap b4 u tap)

pairing : kylian mbappe x fem!reader

wc : 1.2k

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kylian and you were curled up on his bed, the soft glow of the movie casting a warm ambiance around the two of you. as the film unfolded on the screen, your attention wandered away, replaced by an unspoken desire that pulsed between you.

fingers intertwined, your so-called 'subtle touches' grew more deliberate, tracing gentle patterns on each other's skin. the movie became background noise, both of you lost in the magnetic pull drawing you closer.

your eyes met, and in that moment, the room seemed to close in - leaving only the two of you enveloped in each other's warmth.

as the film became a mere afterthought, kylian's touch became the only thing on your mind.

his hand, initially resting on your waist, ventured along the curve of your back, sending shivers along your spine. the intimacy between you deepened with every lingering caress, creating a delicate balance between passion and restraint.

kylian's touch became a message of desire, his fingers now tracing the delicate lines of your neck and collarbone. you, in turn, responded to the growing intensity, your breath quickening with each tender stroke.

the tension between the two of you flooded the room, leaving you both drowning, needing each other to breathe.

"y/n.." kylian whispered in your ear before his soft lips danced along your shoulder. your eyes shut at that, lip bitten as you laid there and relished in his touch.

his words finally registered, and you let out a low hum in response.

"need you so bad.. please, amor."

you, caught in the enchanting spell of kylian's voice, couldn't resist the temptation any longer. you let out a soft gasp as kylian's hands continued unlocking a new world of sensations within you.

you turned around to face him. your eyes, glimmering with the light of the tv, connecting with his. they were filled to the brim with lust and desire.

your lips finally met in a tender, passionate kiss that spoke the words the two of you could not choke out. you melted into the warmth of the moment.

the outside world faded away as you surrendered to the growing intensity between your legs.

kylian's hands ventured beneath the soft fabric of your shirt. the warmth of his touch sent a shudder through your bones. a soft moan escaped your lips.

the kiss deepened as kylian's fingertips traced intricate patterns along the small of your back. you, overcome by the intoxicating sensations, surrendered under his touch, your breath hitching with every caress.

the room seemed to close around both of you as kylian's hands explored further. every other thought that may have crossed his mind ceased to exist, and the only thing that mattered was your body underneath him.

fueled by a desire that might've been stronger than his, you let your fingers trace a tantalizing path along kylian's neck and shoulders.

you skillfully navigated your way to the warmth of his bare torso. kylian reveled in the intense feel of your touch, and couldn't help but let out a low sigh, proof of the pleasure coursing through him.

the air between your bodies thickened with an unspoken understanding as your hands continued to explore the contours of his abs, his burning skin feeling amazing against yours.

each gentle stroke, each caress, painted an intimate picture of longing.

with a shared glance heavy with desire, kylian began to lift the barrier of fabric that separated you from him. your eyes locked onto his, allowing the anticipation to build. your breath caught in your throat as your top slid off, revealing your soft skin.

as kylian's hands travelled tenderly, the embrace of his touch lingered. as he unclasped your bra, your back arched into his.

the warmth of your bodies pressed against each other only urging him to pleasure you further. kylian's fingers explored the soft curve of your breast, an passionate action.

time seemed to suspend between your eager bodies.

as his hands continued grazing your hot skin, his lips finally met with your breast. a soft gasp escaped your lips, and you arched further into his touch, losing yourself in the intensity of the moment.

kylian's sucks and bites were a mixture of love and lust, each one leaving a mark on the surface of your skin.

your fingers instinctively found their way to his head. you pulled him closer to you before letting out another moan.

"kyky, mon dieu.." (kyky, my god..)

kylian's hands traced a slow path down your body. as his fingers ventured lower, a breathless moan escaped your lips.

he murmured out, his voice a sultry whisper, "tu te sens incroyable contre moi." (you feel incredible against me.)

his hand found it's target, connecting with your clit. overcome with pleasure, you could only respond with a fervent gasp. your hand locking onto kylian's bicep.

the room echoed with the sweet sounds of your intimacy.

your breath became erratic as his fingers worked magic against your nerves. kylian, becoming harder from your body's response, intensified his movements.

your body quivered as your orgasm drew near. you couldn't contain any longer. with a breathless cry, you succumbed to the waves of bliss crashing over you.

kylian, observing your every reaction to the sensations, found himself biting back a satisfied grin.

kylian, locked eyes with you. a silent understanding passed between the two of you. kylian removed his shorts, and with a newfound intensity, positioned himself between your legs. his cock entered your sensitive and throbbing warmth in the form of a slow and gentle stroke.

you clung to his body. your breath caught in your throat, choking any sounds down. kylian, with a whisper against your ear, spoke out phrases of praise.

"so good f'me."

"love how you feel around me, fuck."

"i've never felt anything like this, my god!"

kylian continued his movements as per your loud requests. the room echoed with the soft sounds of sex - the subtle gasps, your synchronized breaths, and his groans of pleasure.

your every response beneath his touch fueled his own desire.

as you both neared the edge, kylian's movements became increasingly fervent. you could feel the growing tension within him in the way he panted against your neck, bit hickies on your soft skin, and how his hands held your hips into place. he pushed you down into the soft mattress. his hips snapped into yours roughly. you began to feel him twitch in you.

his skilled fingers dipped down to massage your clit once again. you arched your back. a guttural moan escaped your lips as the waves of pleasure surged through you.

"kylian!"

kylian only rubbed faster as his hips stuttered. he quickly pushed you over the edge, your body trembling with the force of your second orgasm.

in urgency, kylian chased his own release. with guttural moans, he thrusted deeper and harder. the soft rustling of sheets merged together with the heavy smell of sex in the room.

with a final, breathless moan, he filled you up, leaving you both spent.

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dandylovesturtles · 10 months

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everything's so sad rn I just wanted to write something soft

post-movie

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It's cold in his room.

Even under his blanket, with his mattress, with his pajamas, with the heaters Donnie has installed in each of their train cars, he's cold. A layer of frost has settled over his limbs, holding him heavy and sapping his energy, and he wants to sleep but the chill keeps him awake.

It's cold and it's dark and when it's like that, he has a hard time remembering that he's back.

He doesn't want to bother anyone. Doesn't want to wake any of his brothers and make his problem their problem. They're all asleep already, he's sure. Even Donnie had retreated to his actual room at bedtime, yawning and shedding his mask as he went. He can hear the distant sound of snoring from Raph's train car, imagines if he sat up he'd see the gentle glow of Mikey's nightlight through the windows. Only he's awake now, though he doesn't want to be.

He's just so...

darn...

cold.

Icy shadows press in around him, and Leo knows he can't stay here.

He slides out of bed, his feet landing on the chilly floor. He pulls his blanket with him as he rises, wrapping it tight around his shoulders. It drags on the floor as he shuffles out, onto the landing.

As he expected, all is quiet and still outside, not a creature stirring, not even a...

A warm light spills across the upper landing, from the direction of Splinter's TV room. When Leo listens, he can just hear the faint sounds of game show chatter.

He pads across the cold concrete floor and makes his way up the old escalator steps, his blanket clutched tight in his hands.

The TV gets louder as he approaches, almost drowning out the sound of snoring. He rounds the chair and finds Splinter asleep, remote dangling in his loose grip, his robe disheveled and his mouth hanging open.

Leo considers leaving, but in the end, he creeps closer, then slides himself into the empty space to his dad's side, movements as slow as he can make them. He doesn't want to jostle Splinter. He just... needs to be close to someone, right now.

Despite his efforts, Splinter snorts, then jerks awake. Leo freezes in place, waiting silently as his dad's eyes scan the room before coming to rest on him.

"...Blue?"

"Hey, Dad," he whispers, unable to stop the guilt that bubbles up. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you up."

Splinter doesn't say anything to that - he just shifts in the chair, making more room, before wrapping one arm around Leo's shoulders, pulling him closer.

Leo lets himself be maneuvered, sinking into the fabric of the chair and laying his head on a furry shoulder. He's still while Splinter busies himself with adjusting Leo's blanket, fussing with it until it covers both of them and then tucking it in around Leo's shell.

"There we are," he says with satisfaction once the task is done. "Are you warm enough, Blue?"

Leo nods, snaking one arm around Splinter's middle - an action his dad allows without complaint. "Yeah. I'm good."

Splinter nods, then lifts the remote and changes the channel. He finds some old black and white movie, then lowers the volume until it's just an indistinct but pleasant hum in the background.

The chill finally gone, Leo drifts to sleep.

#rottmnt #rise leonardo #rise splinter #dandy fanfiction

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saltylandland · 11 months

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Every Creepy Vamp needs a Broken Good Girl 🦇🦇

Warnings: public sex, and I mean PUBLIC sex, reader gets perceived, the public judges reader more than paul bc yay 80s sexism 😃, overstimulation, cunilingus, noncon/dubcon, shotgun kisses, phantom sensations, sex while high kinda, Paul is a menace, and pussy drunk, the first part hinted at yandere stuff, rn we’re taking a sharp turn into it, the other boys are enabling little shits, Paul is somehow both delusional yet lucid? Even the rest of the boys are like ‘damn, Paul’

Ok so here are people who wanted a pt2 to every good girl needs a creepy vamp: @walt25 @thechaoticcurator @ri3lsc0tt

Nervously walking onto the boardwalk, you walk around meekly looking for Paul just like he instructed that fateful night. You made sure to avoid people you would recognize at school. After skipping a couple days to recover, someone finding you on the boardwalk now would definitely cause people to talk. Or, well, talk more.

An arm wraps around you snugly and pulls you into their chest. You almost hate how you could immediately tell who it is. His usual cologne and musk being drowned out more than usual by the thick cloud of weed surrounding him.

Sure enough, his usual lack of boundaries comes back full force as he grips your hair to plant a sloppy kiss against your mouth. Without warning, Paul blows smoke into your mouth, causing you to choke on it as you cough it out. Not before inhaling most of it.

Pinning you against the rail Paul greets you excitedly, but his darkened eyes were measuring your reactions as you smile meekly at him.

You really don’t remember doing much worth noting, Paul seemingly dragging you around like a prize, and being that obnoxious pda couple for a while until the concert catches your eye. He brings you to the boys who happened to be at the concert and introduces you, you recognize them as the boys who had to tear Paul off of you. They barely looked at you, whether that means they’re just not interested, but the tightening in Paul’s possessive grip sends another message. Climbing on to the rail, Paul stands behind you and rests his head on your shoulder as he hugs you from behind.

You all idled as they watched the concert going on, chatting a bit with each other as they went. This was the most comfortable you felt all night, the boys having such an off putting aura around them that people naturally drifted away from them. But of course that peace barely lasts. Paul was never one to stay still, his hands tapping to the beat of the song against your sides while he peppers kisses against your neck, occasionally nuzzling into you. But then you feel that familiar feeling. Cold, large hands seep into your clothes and touch your skin. You can feel Paul smile as you jump at the contact.

You whisper to Paul in protest but he only plays dumb, the rest of the boys shushing you when your voice gets louder and higher pitch. The hands grope at your body shamelessly, massaging at your tits until your nipples poked out, only to tug on them meanly. Hands pinch and squeeze at your ass as you feel the fabric of your panties get pulled taut against your pussy. The security that the boys presence provides could only do so much, when people start to glance over, Paul grabs your cheeks and holds your head in place to start making out. Swallowing the noises you made as the phantom fingers start to wiggle their way inside your pussy. Immediately gunning for the places that made you see stars and seize up. Your thighs clench around nothing, and for any bystander watching, it would just look like you’re a horny girlfriend getting hot and bothered by making out. That frustration in your chest only makes you burn brighter, your sensitivity hiking up higher and higher until Paul swallows your moans and pants as you tip over the edge.

If it were anyone else, that would be it. But Paul craves excess. As he holds you down against his chest he licks up your lips as you pant and keen quietly as the cool hands on your body don’t stop for a second. With fingers poking and rubbing at your clit, the hand that’s fingering you adds another finger, going faster and faster as you can feel a wet spot build in your shorts. With a shudder and a few stray tears shed, you came again, this time quietly panting as you belatedly notice the opening band wrap up their set.

The rest of the boys leave the railing when the new band comes on, sending Paul warning glances that he brushes off. Once they are out of sight, he pulls you off of the railing while keeping you facing the front. His hips dig into you as he suggested that you two go somewhere private. Naively thinking that you could put off his advances for a while longer, you say that you want to stay. Sharing a look with Paul, you didn’t realise until too late what you were ‘hinting’ at. With a shrug he turns back to the new band opening with the first song, still blocking you in against the railing.

Wasting no time Paul shoves his hand down your pants as people walk by and stop to peek at the concert. You startled out a sharp ‘Paul!’ Causes people around you to see Paul with his hand down your shorts.

Most turn back around like this has happened a lot with couples here, but none had been as shameless as Paul was. Some looked on with varying emotions. But Begging with your eyes to the ones looking at you with disgust didn’t try to help, seemingly had already reached the conclusion that this was intentional, but they didn’t look away.

The area wasn’t the main part of the boardwalk, so you didn’t have to worry about kids seeing even at 11pm, but it was still crowded as ever with drunk concert goers all around. Which gave you two an immediate audience.

Paul was busy kissing down your shoulder, going over every previous hickey and starting to make some new ones. The hand not shoved down your shorts, petting your sodden clothed pussy, was fondling your tits. His hips grinding against your ass.

Your protests were quiet, not wanting anymore attention on yourself. Pleading to go somewhere private, but Paul demands that you watch the concert and to let him work.

Pressing your chest against the rail, you could only grip onto it as Paul tugs down your shorts and underwear down to your knees. That was rather unnecessary and very much on purpose, as Paul only bothered to unbuckle his pants just enough to get his stiff cock out.

Swatting at your ass with increasingly humiliatingly loud smacks, Paul sinks into you a loud groan, in his own world as he rocks you slowly. The rail rocks along slightly with Paul’s thrusts, causing even more people to look over.

This scene was getting harder to ignore, with some leaving, sending annoyed glances to you, specifically to you. Others don’t even bother to ‘watch’ the concert anymore.

Paul holds you by the throat, keeping you upright and looking onto the faces around you, as he busies himself with your body. Thrusting faster, trying to hit deeper as his belt buckle stings against each smack of his hips. His other hand is going to drag against your clit just how you like it, just how he found out last time by playing with you until you screamed. The phantom hands have not stopped at all, going to squeeze at your tits and hook around your lips to make you drool over nothing. The perfect picturesque slut that the public is shaping you into. With an undignified squeal, you cum against Paul’s cock, but he barely bats an eye, only going harder as the aftershocks of your orgasm make you forget yourself. With breathless ’ah ah ah’s getting louder and pitchier as one of your hands goes to push at Paul’s stomach.

You hear whispers around you, a few whistles and cheers break through as if you were prime time entertainment. Through blurry eyes you see the cacophony of reactions around you. Girls looking on seem invested in your reactions, those with their boyfriends look on invested as well, but with hints of jealousy on their faces. Whether it was because their boyfriends were equally invested, or they were jealous that you had a ’boyfriend’ that made you cum. But with each moan, pant, and squeal you let out they hung onto everything. You see people squirm with each sloppy thrust, and some couples start to make out, still not daring to go as far as Paul’s pushing you.

Unwillingly scanning the crowd you look on with horror as you lock eyes with familiar faces in the crowd, and that’s exactly when you reach your second climax. Stuck in place your eyes barely leave them as you cum again, your eyes welling up in shame. This time Paul follows you, fucking you harder, he groans into your ear with a moan that would put any pornstar to shame. You could only hang your head as you knew that Paul was far from done, his still hard cock sliding in and out with increasingly loud ‘squelch’s as his hips meet yours without pause. You see the people you know watch this go on, not making any move to leave but you can tell they’re gossiping about you. They don’t go to school with you, not anymore at least, but they know most of the seniors, all of your friends. And you just know that this will be everywhere.

You can feel something inside your chest tighten, a small sob bubbling up in your throat as you mourn your ‘good girl’ reputation goodbye. It was literally being fucked out of you by the same kind of person you looked down on.

Only rubbing salt into the wound, Paul’s hand goes and grabs the back of your knee, peoples eyes zeroing on where you two were connected. Both of your cum mixing and starting to throth at your entrance, it was trailing down your thighs and pooling at your underwear.

You can feel another climax coming and you know that familiar feeling and what it will bring. Wanting to fight harder against it but you were too boneless to do anything but brace your hands against the rail. You think Paul senses it too, picking up his pace just slow enough to not give away something supernatural, but he attacks that volatile part inside of you mercilessly. You screech as you fully squirt all over the pavement as you can both feel and hear Paul cackle next to you, rubbing at your clit harder to make it more messy.

You were crying at this point, as you watch your audience gape at you and gasp, whistles come in again and Paul’s cock pulses inside you, cumming again but he was still, fucking, hard.

You rested your head against Paul’s chest as you mentally prepare yourself for the ceaseless fucking, but like cold water you feel his cock slip out and you were swiftly picked up Into a bridal style hold. Your cum soaked shorts and panties thrown onto your midriff as Paul runs away into the darker parts of the beach.

You belatedly notice Paul’s friends with him, scolding him about something, you only make out the word ‘security’ before you were placed onto an abandoned towel On one of the dark corners of the beach. Perhaps this was the ‘private area’ Paul offered beforehand, the little section of beach barely part of the boardwalk. The boys around you gather up firewood as Paul pries your thighs apart, mouthing at the trails of cum before he starts to nip at your swollen pussy.

Soon you were outlined by the light from the fire the boys created as they watched on, a bit exasperated and even becoming slightly perturbed by their friend’s obsession. Paul ignored everything else, moaning as he eats you out as you choke out his name between sobs, gasping for breath as your legs bunch up and a hand instinctively pushes at his head.

This did barely anything, as your arms were turned to jello at least three orgasms ago, but it encouraged Paul to drive his face deeper, his tongue lapping at your clit then burying itself into your cunny.

Whether it was mercy, or it was impatience, Paul didn’t force another orgasm just yet. Moving up your body to lap at you like a dog in heat. His normally cooler body heats up as he grinds his cock onto your pelvis eagerly. When his dick finally catches onto your entrance, he wastes no time sliding back into you with a satisfied moan.

With no music in the background, the noises that come out between your bodies echo into the night as your bodies slap against each other lewdly.

You moan abashedly not having the strength anymore but to lie down and take what Paul gives you. His hands grab at your ass as he bends over to lap at your sweaty skin, sucking at your tits with loud embarrassing ‘pop’s and using his mouth to pull at your nipples.

You lose track of time, only feeling a sudden rush as you are pushed from climax into climax.

Falling asleep, you didn’t know that it would be your last day on the boardwalk, or in public for quite awhile.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #tlb fanfic #tlb paul #tlb smut #the lost boys smut

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froggibus · 2 years

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Never Be Alone - Leon S. Kennedy

Pairing: Leon S Kennedy x reader

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 900

Summary: after a particularly rough mission, you and Leon get your bearings in a hotel room waiting for extraction

CW: RE2! Leon (kind of), mentions of blood, mentions of violence, paranoia, hurt/comfort, cuddling, leon is a dork

i have some RE brain rot rn so this is what you guys get lol. working on some requests rn so those will probably be out. also!!! i am doing tryouts for an ow team this week on top of work so ill be a bit busier == slightly less content

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Sitting under the boiling stream of water, it’s hard to believe that less than a day ago you were fighting for your life on a mission. The horrors of yesterday haven’t been forgotten, though. The stench of blood and rotting flesh will probably be burned into your mind forever.

The only solace of the mission, the shining star amidst the sea of decay, was your partner: Leon Kennedy. Was he a bit dorky? Yes, but that same happy go lucky energy was what kept you going.

Plus, he had saved your life more times than you could count.

There’s a knock on the door. “Y/n, are you alive in there?”

“S-sorry! Yeah! I’ll be out in a minute.”

You rush to rinse your hair and body, before turning off the shower and stepping onto the towel you folded into a makeshift bath mat. The hotel is surprisingly nice, with plush white towels that are soft on your aching body.

You put on your underwear from yesterday, but leave your clothes on the floor. They’re covered in ashes and blood and gore, and you’ll have to wash them once Leon’s clothes are done.

You roll them in a ball and toss them on the back counter before wrapping yourself in your towel. You walk out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam released behind you.

“I got carried away, sorry,” you admit.

“Hey, it’s alright,” Leon’s laying on his back in one of the double beds, arms stretched above his head. “Just making sure you didn’t pass out and drown or something.”

“Do lots of people drown in showers?”

A smile ghosts across his lips, “you never know.”

Though faint, the smile warms you. After the horrors the two of you have seen, it’s good to know the same old Leon is still inside.

You flop onto the bed face first, stretching your limbs out. You hear Leon scoff from the bed across from you.

“What?”

“Nice outfit,” he snickers, cheeks tinged pink.

“Hey—you’re the one that’s hogging the washer.”

“Speaking of that,” he lazily rolls out of bed, feet padding against the carpeted floor.

You watch as he disappears into the bathroom and hear him dig around in the washer. You can’t help but wince at his shadow on the wall—too used to constantly being on guard.

It’s been a while since you slept more than a few hours, but even in the comfy hotel beds, you doubt you’ll be able too. You’re haunted.

Leon comes back into the room, wearing his pants and no shirt. “Here,” he tosses you a warm ball of fabric, “you can wear this for now. I put your clothes in so they’ll be done soon.”

You drop your towel to the floor, almost forgetting Leon is staring at you. You slip his shirt over your head and let it drape over your skin.

He looks away before you can see the way he’s gaping at you. “Well, I’m gonna get some rest.”

You want to ask him to stay up with you, but you know that’ll be selfish. So, you simply nod and watch as he flicks off the lamp. Leon slips under the covers and rolls over, back to you.

You try to close your eyes, but every click of the radiator or sound of a car peeling out of the parking lot forces them open again. Every shadow cast on the wall from the street lamps outside threatens to attack you.

You toss and turn before giving up and sitting up perfectly rigid in the bed. The sound of rustling fabric fills your ears before the lamp is turned on again.

“Y/n?” Leon squints at you in the light, “have you slept at all?”

“No,” you admit.

He sighs. “Me either.”

“How come?”

“Just—stressed, I guess. I know we’re out but it feels like we’re still there, you know?”

You nod. You feel the exact same way, after all. Worried that at any moment you or Leon is going to be killed and you’re going to be all alone again.

“I keep worrying we’re going to be attacked and—and I won’t be able to protect yo—us,” he sounds sad.

“I just don’t want to be all alone again…”

He sits up, eyes looking into yours with a new intensity. “You won’t be, y/n. I promise.”

“Leon,” you say, “could you—would it be okay if you slept in my bed?”

He’s grateful for the dim lighting so that you can’t see the way his cheeks are burning. He shakes his head and swings his legs over the edge of the bed. You shift over, lifting the corner of the blanket to make room for him.

It’s a small bed, not really meant for two grown adults, but tonight it will have to do. Leon slides under the comforters next to you, and rolls over to face you.

His body is so close to yours that you can feel the heat radiating off of him. You don’t even realize what you’re doing before you’re wrapping your arms around him and pushing your head into his chest.

Leon is shocked at first, but he reciprocates your hug regardless. Strong arms wrapping around you, head on top of yours.

The two of you managed to sleep peacefully, terrors of the night forgotten.

masterlist

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 2 #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #resident evil fic #resident evil fluff #fluff #hurt/comfort #re2 remake #re2 x reader

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luvsturniolo · 5 months

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Hi do you think you could do a nick x male reader where the reader has been sad and nick surprises him with a date in the backyard and gives him a kiss as they just like lay under the moonlight

ー ★ !! starkissed

pairing : nick sturniolo x male!reader

synopsis : described in req ^^

a/n : okay i’m really hoping that this isn’t bad because i don’t want to portray these characters incorrectly. if u have any constructive criticism feel free to lmk !! also, i aplogize that it's kinda short.

wc : 0.9k

you've had a horrible week so far. well, nothing specific happened to make it shitty, but there hasn't been a single positive thought run through your head recently. every bone in your body feels exhausted and you're sick of it. you want to feel normal. you want to be happy. but you just cant like your mind is going agianst you – trying to make you upset. and if so, it's definitely working.

your boyfriend has noticed your change in demeanor and has been trying his hardest to cheer you up. he's gifted you with flowers ; snuck into your room at night for cuddles ; surprised you with your favorite snacks ; etc. but nothing's worked. and you feel even shittier knowing that your bad mood makes him feel responsible.

the last thing you want is for him to think it's his fault that you're upset. because it's not his fault! and you wish you could explain to him why you're sad, but you can't. you can't even explain to yourself why you're upset. god, you're so incredibly sick of feeling like this.

as you lay in your bed, trying to take a nap, slow music blares through your headphones. you're wearing your comfort hoodie – one that nick gave you on your guys' first date – with the hood pulled over your hair. under the fabric, you have speakers covering your ears to play music. you were hoping that if the singer's voice was loud enough, it would drown out your thoughts and you could focus on something other than being sad for once. but of course, it's not working.

just as you're about to fall alseep, you feel your phone vibrate with a message from nick. you know it's from him because he's the only contact you don't have on DND. you lazily grab and unlock your phone, opening snapchat where he texted you from.

babe !! what're u doing rn ?

js laying in bed .. why

bc i was wondering if u wanted to come over to my place for the night :)

sure <3

you turn off your phone and stuff it into the pocket of your hoodie before removing your headphones from your ears – a wave of sadness washing over you due to the lack of noise to distract you from all the shit going on in your life right now. you scoot over to the edge of your bed and put on the pair of shoes closest to you at the moment. your outfit looks like shit, to be honest. but whatever. at least it reflects what's going on in your life, right?

you and nick live in the same neighborhood so his house is only a few blocks away on foot. after leaving your house, your arrive at his about seven minutes later. you knock on the door and awkwardly stand on the porch for a moment before nick swings it open and pulls you into a tight embrace, hugging you happily. he pulls back and peppers your face with kisses, making you smile a tad.

"i have a surprise for you." he tells you, grabbing your hand and gently pulling you inro the house. you chuckle, shutting the door behind you as you're guided into the backward. in the center of the yard, you see a tent. you can tell nick put it up and decorated the inside to be pretty for you judging by the light shining through the fabric causing small shadows to splay across the grass. "i thought it'd be nice to lay under the stars tonight."

"under the stars?" you mimick, cocking your head to the side with a small and teasing smile grazing your lips. "how romantic, nicolas."

"well, matt and chris won't be here tonight. so i thought it'd be a good idea to do something with you. i can tell you've been in a shitty mood and even though you said i can't fix it, i hate seeing you like this." nick rambles, making your smile widen even more at the sound of his voice rushing out. "also, i know how much you love astronomy and stars and everything. so i thought it'd be nice to watch them together. y'know there's supposed to be an alignment tonight? i read on some website that mercury –"

you cut off his ranting by grabbing him by the cheeks and cupping his face in your hands. he instantly shuts up and you laugh before pressing your mouth to his. he smiles against your lips and your mood raises by a lot from that simple gesture.

you break the kiss and tell him that you love his idea. with that, you guys make your way down the yard to his tent. just as you'd thought, nick had decorated it to look comfy. there are about ten blankets on the floor and a few on top for warmth while you sleep. he also brought out a ton of pillows and a flashlight – which is what must have caused the shadows you saw. on the roof of the tent, there's a mesh netting so you can see the sky but also be inside.

you flop backward onto the blankets, making nick laugh at you. he reaches up and turns off the flashlight so you can see the stars better. then, he lays down beside you, resting his head on your chest to look up at the night sky peppered with little suns.

"they look like diamonds," you mutter in a whisper. "they're so little and there are so many. yet they never fail to take my breath away."

you feel nick sigh, "you're kinda like a star, then."

"what?" you ask.

"there are so many people in this world. and everyone is so small in comparison to the universe." he explains. "and yet, you're my favorite of them all. and you never fail to take my breath away."

tags : @kasqnxx @lvrsparadise @prettysturniolo @strniolo @urmyslxt @cupidsturniolo @opheliaofficial07 @thetriplets3 @sturn1olo-ffics @uhnanix @deadxrx @kitaysworld @lovelysturniolo @wilmalovegood @ladylokilaufeyson5 @sturniolopepsi @strnilolo @knowingnothingnoel @its-jennarose @lea0518 @slaysturniolo @sturnlover @tcvazq

#luvsturniolo!!#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #smau #chris sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x you

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her-favorite · 1 year

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Bad Day

Tate Langdon x F!Ghost!Reader

Summary: i want tate to cuddle me and listen to nirvana with him so why not write about both in one !!

Warnings: just fluff!

Requested?: no

a/n: ive been getting back into a bad state lately and i really need tate to hold me rn

You sat on your bed, looking between different CD’s as time passed by. You hadn’t had a productive day, not that you could, being stuck in this house for eternity.

You haven’t left your room the past few days, besides to get food or go to the bathroom. You didn’t particularly know what was wrong, but you didn’t really care. You would sulk in your room and sit there until night falls and do the same thing the day after.

Before you could drown in your thoughts again, you saw someone standing in the corner of your room. Your eyes shot up, met with a tall, curly blonde that was looking back at you. He had a hint of a smile on his face. You looked next to him, and on his left spelled ‘I Love You’ on the chalkboard. You let out a breathy laugh, picking up the CD’s and putting them on your nightstand.

“Hey, Tate.” Your voice was weak from not speaking often in the past few days. It almost came out as a whisper.

You tried to ignore the way his eyebrows furrowed and how the curve in his lips faltered. Tate always knew when you didn’t feel good. You’ve both been dead for years, stuck in this torturous house for eternity. He’s known about your problems and about your emotions. He watches you so closely that he knows how to read you perfectly. The day that you and your family stepped foot in this house, not too long after Tate had been shot, he had an immediate attraction to you. He was still getting used to being a ghost and roaming around the long halls with the deafening silence. He knew that he had to have you and protect you from the other evil spirits in this house.

He started to walk over to you, crawling on the bed to sit beside you. You finished putting the CD’s away, turning back to face your boyfriend. Once you sat face to face with him, you knew that you weren’t going to get far without having to tell him what was bothering you.

“Tate, I’m fine.” You try and convince him; it clearly didn’t work. He scooted closer to you, taking your hands in his. The cold touch of his fingers and the snake ring on his thumb made you shiver.

“Y/N, you know that you can talk to me. I’m always here, baby, you know that.” His thumbs rubbed over the top of your hands, trying his best to soothe you.

Before you could control it, your emotions poured out. You bottled it up too much these past days and you couldn’t handle it anymore. Tears overflowed your cheeks, staining your face with your sadness. You hated feeling vulnerable with others, but with Tate, it felt different. It felt safe.

“Sweetheart,” He sighed, his tone sad. He leaned against your headboard, wrapping his arms around you, bringing your body against his. He rubbed your back, feeling your tears stain his sweater. Your hand clutched the soft fabric, nudging your nose into his chest. His fingers brushed through your hair, occasionally getting rid of random knots he finds. His other hand alternating between rubbing your back and moving down to hold your thigh. He pressed kisses against your head, whispering sweet things in your ear.

“What happened, princess? What’s wrong?” He looks down at you, watching you calm down slowly. You take deep breaths, drawing random shapes with your fingers on your boyfriend’s shirt.

“I don’t know. I just.. I’ve felt so empty lately. I’m not sad, but i’m not happy. I just don’t feel.. right.” You tried your best to explain your feelings. Tate nodded along, watching you closely. He was still stroking your hair, listening to everything you said. Tate always paid close attention to anything you ranted about. Whether it was about music, a show, some drama you heard on the street, anything. Whatever you had to say always fascinated Tate.

“You mean everything to me. I know how that feels, baby, and I’m so sorry that you feel like this right now. I would do anything to take this pain away. Just know that I’m always here. As soon as I hear you say my name, I immediately know to come to you. You are everything that I have and if something were to happen to you.. I wouldn’t forgive myself. I love you so much, Y/N. You bring out the best in me.” He confesses as he zones out, staring into the distance. You look up at him with new unshed tears in your eyes, but this time, happy tears. You knew Tate loved you, he said it, he expresses it, but it’s never truly hit you until right now.

You move your body up, catching his attention and breaking his stare with the wall. He’s taken back when you press your lips on his, but quickly going with it. He takes your waist in his hands and brings you closer to him, if possible. Your hands cup his face, pulling away when all of your breath is stolen.

Before you had a second thought, Tate’s hands on your hips tighten and pull you off of him. “What’s wrong?” You ask, anxiety rising as you watch him walk over to your desk on the other side of the room. He grabs your ipod, giving you a smirk as he plugs it in.

‘Heart-Shaped Box’ by Nirvana started to course through the room. You smiled, getting out of bed. As soon as your feet touched the cold wood, Tate took your hands in his and pulled you close to him. You both laughed as you guys danced. You both weren’t good whatsoever, so it was even more fun to just let loose.

Once the song was over, he brought you into his chest. You wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head against him.

“I love you so much, Y/N. I’ll always be there for you. Always.”

#kendras stories #evan peters #evan peters smut #evan peters x y/n #evan peters x reader #evan peters fluff #tate langdon x you #tate langdon #evan peters imagine #evan peters x you #tate langdon x y/n #tate langdon x reader #ahs murder house #tate langdon smut #tate ahs

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tashacee · 8 months

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currently sitting down and the only image in my brain rn is drowned rat hero's aspect wild.

oh yeah and him getting distracted by a ball of some soft of thread or fabric and the chain just have to deal with it and drag him around everywhere until he's done being fasinated by the string lol.

...

im just realizing that your fic has consumed my every being.

d a m m i t /pos

Just gonna write down 'drowned rat wild' because that is a GREAT image and i love it.

i so want to have him playing with a ball of wool. just batting it about. Playing with it. Completely consumed by it. The Chain cannot do anything to stop it.

I'm glad you're enjoying!

#it me #hero’s aspect au #hero's aspect #replies

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marivenah · 1 year

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WIP on a Saturday

I was tagged by @nightbloodbix @socially-awkward-skeleton @kyber-infinitygems and @sstewyhosseini to post a wip! thank you for the tag 💜

sending out tags to @risingsh0t @detectivelokis @jinfromyarikawa @baldurrs @poisonedtruth @ghastlyrider @confidentandgood @josephslittledeputy @aceghosts @corvosattano @indorilnerevarine @purplehairsecretlair @nightwingshero @phillipsgraves @jendoe @fourlittleseedlings @voidika @madparadoxum @strangefable @leviiackrman @shadowglens @roofgeese @poetikat @shellibisshe @jacobseed @shegetsburned and anyone who has something to share, consider yourself tagged!

so, I checked and my last wip post happened 3 months ago... 🤡 anyways, sw has me by the throat rn. apologies, this one's a little longer

She moves slowly, careful not to wake him, slithering out of his grasp. His fingers softly grazing her skin, a prickling sensation.

She sits at the end of the bed, bare feet touching the metal floor of the ship, cooling the body heat she had gathered during sleep. With one graceful movement, she stretches her arms and upper body. Then her legs. They do feel slightly sore now, but that’s a sacrifice she’s willing to make. Hopefully, she gets the chance to get used to it over time. Shireen’s cheeks grow hot at the thought — of how close and intimate she and Maul had been a few hours ago and the fact that she’s wishing to experience it again. And her heart starts racing.

She buries her face in her hands, rubbing the remaining sleep out of her eyes. Thankfully, the soft and low humming of the ship has a soothing effect on her poor little overzealous heart. Some might refer to the noise as unbearable, but it makes Shireen feel at ease. It fills the silence she now has to endure.

Before mentally drifting too far away, something brushes against her feet, dragging her attention to Maul’s robes on the floor.

Seeing as she is still very much exposed to the cool air on the ship, the young woman carefully picks up the cloak and puts it on. It’s heavier than it looks. Surprising, given that he’s always so swift when fighting.

Regardless, the heavy fabric serves its purpose of wrapping her body in comfortable warmth, though her arms aren’t fully covered. She half-heartedly stretches them out to get a better look at herself. On her, the cloak almost touches the ground. The Zabrak isn’t that much taller than her and yet somehow, she’s seemingly drowning in the cloth.

As she drops her arms again, Shireen smiles at her own appearance. She must look remarkably silly right now.

The thought of just dropping back to sleep crosses her mind for a second, though she lets it pass as she spots something in her periphery — Maul’s lightsaber.

She bites her lower lip as she quickly glances at the man, still sound asleep.

Does she dare try again? She practiced — they practiced. He wouldn’t have helped her if he didn’t see strength within her, right? The fluttery feeling in her stomach is saying otherwise.

Do or do not. There is no trying.

She inhales deeply and closes her eyes. After exhaling the worries, banning them from coming back, Shireen stretches her right arm in the direction of the lightsaber, spreading her fingers as much as possible. By drowning out everything else, she solely focuses on the weapon. How the force forms a connection between user and object, flowing through her body, veins, and blood. A surge of energy jolts through her as she takes hold of the lightsaber through the force and pulls it towards her.

Abruptly, the young woman takes a step back — the impact is less impressive than she makes it seem — and opens her eyes again to admire the fruits of her labour. The hilt of the weapon doesn’t feel as cold as the durasteel of the ship.

She had always been in awe of the double-bladed lightsaber and wondered how different it would feel compared to her own. So, she takes it in both hands, grinning as her insides are practically vibrating from excitement. Then she ignites it. The blades crackling bright red. This familiar warmth emitting from them — oddly familiar, since she never held the weapon before.

There’s an itch in her fingers that convinces her to spin the blade a few times, getting a good feeling of it. It fades within a heartbeat. The blades disappear and the weapon flies out of her hands, turning Shireen’s attention back to the bunk, where a now fully awake Maul is sitting.

#wip tag #fyi they're NOT master and apprentice obsiously. not a fan of that trope 😬#more of a they turned their homework into a group project #she's so young and full of wonder here #honey you got a big storm coming #so excited for me to reach this chapter in a few years 👋

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chxrrylime · 2 years

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literally the only thing in my mind rn is perv eddie munson

↪ 696 words — 18+ / SMUT — tw for exhibitionism, suggested dub-c0n, and stalking roleplay.

Content tags — cis male ambiguous reader / cis male ambiguous Eddie / masturbation.

Eddie adjusts his footing on the rim of the toilet bowl, his back leaning and arched awkwardly to meet the side wall of the stall. He takes a sharp breath as he hears the metal door of the locker room swing open and then shut, the after-hour lights dimly illuminating the tile and concrete space as he desperately peers through the cracks of the stall.

Just a peek, he tells himself, biting his lip as he sees your figure pass by—the locker swing open. He can hear the fabric shuffling of you getting undressed. He never even comes to the pool to swim—never wears a swimsuit, always in his usual cut-up jeans and t-shirts. He’s only there for you, every time hoping you’d have to jump in. That he’d get to see you toss your shirt over your head, watch you dive in and emerge from the water like some beautiful star-striking merman.

So far it’s only happened with Billy, but he’s always shirtless—and sure, he’s cut like a Greek god and hot as hell but, he wasn’t you. You with those beautiful eyes that sometimes met his while scanning over the pool's denizens. That dazzling, polite smile you’d give to the mother’s creeping on you and Billy.

He bit his lip as you walked into the showers, stopping at the first one right by the entrance, perfectly within his line of sight. He just wanted some jack-off material, something for the spank bank, and God—was he getting it. His face flushed cherry red as he roved over your body, his cock giving an interested kick in his jeans. He could feel it pulse and the sticky tip pressing against his inseam.

He wasn’t planning on staying long. He wasn’t planning on it. He watched as you let the shower spray hit you, ears perking up at the pleased hum you made at the lukewarm water cooling down your heated flesh, washing away the stench of chlorine and sweat. His lips parted at how your skin grew slick with the water, droplets running down your back and into the crease of your ass.

He hadn’t planned on staying but then—then you’d traced your hands down your torso, one stopping to rub and pull at your perked nipple, the other continuing its path down to gently grasp your cock, slowly stroking with your soapy hand.

He has to swallow a gasp, nearly slipping from the toilet seat. He can hear so clearly the wet slap of you stroking your cock, and the soft breathy moans you make as you fuck into your fist, hips gently rocking.

He can’t help it, fumbling as quietly as he can with his belt, hoping the rush of water drowns out the rustling as he pushes his jeans and underwear down just enough to pull his aching prick free, choking on a moan as he starts to stroke himself hard and fast, not even bothering to tease.

He feels like he’s dreaming, like he’s gonna pass out. He furiously pumps his pulsing cock, eyes half-lidded as he watches you touch yourself. He thinks about how you’d feel inside of him, your cock stretching open his hole. How you’d twitch and kick inside of him, making him whimper and moan like some stupid slut.

Your moans get louder and louder, echoing off of the locker room walls. So dangerous, Eddie thinks, before remembering that you think you’re alone. You think you’re alone. The thought is enough for him to come, and he nearly shouts as he watches you finish in tandem with him like, like some preordained something. Like it was meant to be. He splatters the opposing stall wall with his cum, watching the sticky white jizz dribble down the metal.

The both of you catch your breath, his panting gasps so much softer than yours as he tries to stay quiet. He goes to shift, trying to keep his leg from falling asleep. He yelps as he loses his footing, slipping off of the toilet and toppling onto the floor with an “OH SHIT!”

You jump at the noise, quickly recognizing the yelp, swearing, and pained groans of your boyfriend. You laugh, exasperated.

“Seriously, Eddie!? You couldn't wait until I got home!?”

#eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie x reader #mine #smut

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seancekitsch · 2 years

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Hii helloo :) could i request a fluffy/possibly smutty Eddie x fem reader fic? Maybe the plot could have them as old friends (who def crushed on each other but never said anything) who don’t talk anymore end up at a party together. Reader character is sitting outside by themselves, when Eddie stumbles upon them , and the two decide to ditch the party to catch up ;)

Traits for reader character could be: remembered as the withdrawn weird girl of Hawkins high, talkative when comfortable, introspective, awkward but funny sometimes, little temperamental but also very soft and caring

Hope you like the idea I’m fully obsessed w this man rn

this is more like, just smut lol

When you showed up to this party a girl in your sociology lecture told you about, you didn’t expect to end up with Eddie “The Freak” Munson’s middle and ring finger fucking you in the passenger seat of his van outside the house. You never even pegged a party like this to be his scene. At least, not the Eddie you remembered, the loud introvert (kind of an oxymoron, but it was your Eddie) who never wanted to fit in, or even be seen near the masses. But that was also eleven years ago.

“Fuck, Eddie, don’t stop,” you pant, leaning over the center console to press an open mouthed kiss onto his shoulder. The rough denim of his vest rubs against your soft lips.

“Please, you think I could stop?” he asks, speeding up the pace of his hands until it pulls a whimper out of you.

“At this rate, you’ll have to fend me off with a stick, sweetheart. I could get addicted to how you feel.”

He sounds just as breathless as you, looking down at you with brows knitted in concentration, slack jawed and focused on you.

You reach over, palming his hard and straining cock through his jeans, and he hisses at the contact.

His megadeath cassette is left forgotten, the sound of your moans, the sounds of rustling fabric, the sounds of his fingers diving into you drown out whatever song it could be. He hooks his fingers, and you scream, trying to muffle the sound against his vest.

“Thats it, give it to me,” he praises, “Fuck, you’re amazing.”

You feel your chest tighten, swelling with pride as you pull his cock out of his jeans, pumping him in rhythm with his hand on you.

“So are you,” comes out with a breathy laugh, and he kisses the side of your head before flinching against you.

“I’m uh, not gonna last long. You’ve got me worked up, sweetheart,” he sounds embarrassed.

“Then don’t,” you reassure him, “I’m not going to last much longer either.”

It’s true, you can feel the tension building, fuck your skin feels like it’s on fire, that coil about to snap deep inside.

Both of you speed up your movement, the hot friction building like a pot about to boil over. You’re leaned into each other and pressing open mouthed kisses anywhere when you can.

“Fuck— right there, it’s—“

You don’t get to give him any more warning than that before you’re coming undone on his hand shaking and chanting his name like a plea. He only lets up when your shaking subsides, his free hand coming up around your shoulders to hold you against him.

He finishes not long after with a shudder as well, with a long drawn out moan and the quietest little “thank you” before he tucks himself back into his jeans.

“Is this how you thought the night would go?” he asks, and you can hear the insecurity seeping through his tone.

“Hmmm, no,” you start, “But honestly this is the best way it could have. I wasn’t kidding when I said I had a crush on you in eighth grade.”

You hadn’t admitted that to him before tonight, but it was true. Through most of school, actually.

“And now?” he asks, his more typical bravado returning.

“I think it could come back,” you play coy, “If you took me out proper.”

“Sure thing, sweetheart,” he laughs, and pulls you in for another kiss.

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader

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alwaysmagicalpoetry · 1 year

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Venti x (female) reader (Smut + Venti tops + Bozo + no bitches + drunk + consent + Saikyuu VA refs + idk anymore + forgot + hardcore)

Venti was dead drunk, stumbling over his own feet as he walked toward the bedroom door. "Love?" _ questioned, slowly standing up from the bed, but Venti didn't speak until he got closer, leaning into the crook of her neck. "Heyyy," He whispered lazily, his breath smelled like alcohol, and that's when _ knew he had been out drinking again. "Uh, love? Are you-" _ spoke before being thrown down on the mattress while Venti took his sweet time climbing on top of her. "Shh, I want you... To just... Have a good time while I do the work today okay?" Venti smirked, lazily dragging his finger to _'s lips, removing them shortly after and kissing her. _ bit her lip so she didn't let out a sound while she watched Venti leave a trail of gentle kisses over her bust, arms, waist, and legs. Venti hooks his fingers around her belt loops, tugging gently at them, "Can I remove them?" He asked. "Y- yea..." _ nodded, loosening the pressure on her bottom lip a bit. Without another word, he slid _'s pants off and threw them to god knows where. Pushing his slender pale fingers up against the cotton fabric. Sliding them up and down between the visible partially soaked stain. "Uhh...~" _ moaned before quickly covering her mouth. "That's what I like to hear..." Venti muttered, smiling secretly at the fact that he knew exactly what he was doing. Teasing and experimenting on her body only with the fact that _ would agree to whatever he wanted to do. Venti stood up, removing his outfit quickly but gentle enough to not tear anything. Once he was done he removed _'s shirt, "Do you want to continue or should I stop here?" Venti asked, throwing her shirt somewhere in the darkness. "No no, we can keep going, I uhm... I just didn't expect this is all!" _ smiled gently. Venti smiled back, lining up with her hole (crying rn/j) and waiting for her signal. _ nodded, and the moment she did Venti slammed into her, they both gasped. "AH~ fuck..!" _ hissed. "Ngh~ Sorry..." Venti groaned, waiting a few minutes before picking up the pace again. Soon the room was drowned of silence and filled with lewd sounds and lewd sounds only. (insert hentai sounds) "Nhh~ I- V- Love! I'm close~!" _ panted, struggling to speak a single word. "I..! I... Me too!" Venti breathed, leaning his head near her shoulder. "C- C'mon, I... I want to feel it..~!" Venti groaned, reaching his left hand down to _'s clit, making her back arch while she yelped and whined in pleasure. "UGH~! I love you... Yea, yes I do~!" _ panted harder, nodding her head with Venti's, moaning between words. "Can- AGH~" _ gasped, digging her nails into Venti's back, causing him to whine. _ gasped harder, feeling her and Venti both hit their climax at once. Venti stopped, collapsing on top of _ "I love you," He sighed, closing his eyes as _ rubbed his back gently, "I love you more," _ replied, closing her eyes.

THE END.

#venti #venti x y/n #smut #genshin #genshin fanart #hi

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paperpeacock · 2 years

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okay so omg, you’re like my fav writer rn and i trust you with this idea!! imagine allura’s best friend or just someone who kinda swore to protect her, being there with coran when allura dies, and she kind of starts to build a relationship with lance since theyre both mourning the loss of someone they loved, and then they end up falling for each other, but reader is self conscious of the fact that she’s basically the closest thing lance get to allura and during argument about this he accidentally calls her allura? maybe hurt/comfort :,D

Hi, I am so sorry that this took me forever, thank you for your patience. I love your ideas, this was so amazing to write! thank you for putting in such a good request, an opportunity to practice less flowery scenarios. As always I hope you have an awesome day, thank you! ♡

Lance x Reader - Wounds

Left with pale, glittering ashes pouring from your palms, Allura faded past, leaving but only blurry lavender in her wake. Your once beating heart paused forever, drowned by an all-consuming numbness. This plain, this place, it couldn't be real, could it? This was just a haunting dream, plaguing your sleep but surely, you’d awaken soon. You said goodbye, but yet it didn't feel like the words came out your mouth. You weren't here, this wasn't happening. A hand weighed on your shoulder, grasping tightly, pulling you back. Coran faced you, eyes streaming with tears. Very real tears.

The weeks following her passing were but a blur. A haze of hurt and loss, pure and utter despair. Many nights spent soaked in tears, curling in towards the giant hole that lay inside you, a vital piece removed. Allura’s death devastated the whole team, cutting deeper than any blade they had faced. But even so, a wound must heal and after months passed by, season after season, they pushed forward. Allura would want them to. She would want you to. But all her dreams, all her plans, her smile. She wouldn't be there! You clutched the fabric of your shirt, trying to pull your heart out. Hot tears Buring down your face, body folded in misery. In the dark of your room lay someone crying, their breaths quick and choked, their face sticky in tears and snot. Her brave warrior, now weeping.

Light cut through the dusk, piercing through the stygian of your room. Illuminating your wide, glossy eyes, crimson face and messy hair. The blue paladin gazed to you, mouth crinkling into a trembling frown. It seems you were not the only one.

Your arms hung from a railing; face pointed towards the window before you. By now the Garrison had become familiar. You made somewhat of an effort to talk to people, being taught the ways of earth. So many things you would’ve loved for Allura to see. As her first knight you often brought her flowers from meadows, she’d marvel at each one, expressing how much she’d want to be a knight like yourself. The memory was bittersweet, just one of the many reminders your mind plagued you with.

“Morning” A voice spoke. Stood behind you was Lance, clad in his tangerine uniform with two coffee mugs.

He stood beside you and peered at the barren land outside. “Got any jobs to do today?” he asked, gaze still facing the window. You focused on the warm mug in your hands, your face reflecting back from the mahogany drink.

“Just training with a pilot...James Griffon, I think it was” You replied quietly, blowing at the steam.

“Boo, he’s the worst” His face scrunched into a displeased look, causing you to laugh.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, total jerk” He shook his head, smiling.

Despite becoming quite comfortable on earth, your duties often called to Altea. Your hair was threaded by the winds, eyes peering up towards the statue of your princess. The day was bright, birds humming in spring, blossoms fluttering all around. After many seasons flew by you felt yourself start to heal, clutching your chest whilst gazing in pure admiration. She was a warrior, a leader, being her guard was most honorable, but being her closet Ally was even more so.

“You seem in a good mood today” Lance padded towards you; hands dipped in his pockets.

“I can’t be sad on such a nice day” You smiled, tucking your hair behind your ear. A flurry of petals blew past, dancing around your warm face. Lance felt his heart swell. A feeling he had ripped away from him. It was surprising, he tried to push such emotions down but being near you felt like this place, now, decorated in spring and sun. You were warm. And he had been cold for so long time.

Ink was poured into the sky, devouring every last slither of light until all that lay was an open darkness. A void filled by countless glittering stars, small wishes far, far away. You had become familiar with earths only moon, her pearly face watching over you. Being trained to withstand late operations, your inner clock had become accustomed to the night, but now you hadn't a reason to stay awake. Instead of patrolling you sat posed outside, admiring the twilight like a painting.

“Thats the little dipper over their” His finger pointed towards a cluster of stars.

“You humans are so strange, giving names to the stars” You laughed, wrapping yourself further into the blanket.

“You think so?” He cocked his head, lending you a gentle smile.

“It's kind of cute...” you murmured, raising your head towards the moon.

It had been two years since her passing, since then much has changed. As the paladins ventured of to their own endeavors you chose to stick by Lance, visiting his farm from time to time and helping with tours of Altea. You had grown to be good friends, good friends when close to each other felt their hearts race and cheeks warm, good friends that would often make flirty comments (Mainly Lance), good friends that shared a passionate kiss.

“Y/N...”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

He pressed his lips against your own, pressing his palm atop your hand. You pushed towards him, heart drumming beneath your chest. He had fallen for the Princess’s guard, heart once again swept up by someone so different.

Since that moonlit night, you and lance were official. Sharing even more kisses and hugs. You were delighted, you adored him and all he was. Someone so bright lighting up your once dim world. But despite this, despite this burning passion. His eyes. They gazed into yours with immense fondness, just as they gazed into hers. You remember sitting in Allura's room, braiding her mane of lavender, listening to all her stories and woes.

“Y/N, I have something to tell you” She spun round, delicate hand placed upon your own. Her cheeks were painted crimson, eyes shimmering like ocean waves. “Lance and I...”

“I know”

She looked up in surprise, faced with your warm smile.

Since then, she would always gush to you about everything he said, despite not having the same reaction in front of him.

“Oh Y/N, he said my eyes looked like the stars”

“Lance told me my hair was very soft”

“He said he’s so lucky to be my boyfriend”

You were so happy for her, seeing the once straight and stressed princess now turned to a little girl blushing and giggling over the smallest things. You thought about this whilst sitting in your bed alone, heart swelled with fluttery love only to sink as your best friend wasn't there to hear it. But it didn't matter anyway, she probably had heard all of these things before. He told you your eyes were like stars, your hair was silky and smooth and how lucky he was to have you as his girlfriend, a smart and powerful girl, with the added bonus of being beautiful. Just like Allura. His starstruck gaze was the same he faced Allura with. She was first. She was the young newfound romance; you were the record the replayed the story. The closest thing to the original, but still not Allura.

“We have to go back to the earth! My family is waiting!” Lance reasoned. Each trip to Altea you found you yearning to stay, feeling so at home in this new world.

“We’re always on earth! Can't your farm wait for just a couple more days?” You begged. You loved the simple farm life of earth but were always bound to the stars.

“No, we can’t” he crossed his arms, eyes darkening.

“don't you miss exploring space? Seeing the universe”

“If you wanted to go space exploring then you should’ve gone off with Keith!”

“Lance, these are my people, the need me!”

“Allura, I need you!”

Silence befell the room, consuming all previous shouting, only leaving waves of regret in its wake.

“Y/N I-”

“Lance she’s gone!” tears spilled form your eyes. “And no matter how badly you miss her I’ll never be her!” you cried.

“I’ll never be Allura!”

“I know that...” his voice trembled, face staring at the ground. “I know...” his fists were clenched and his form was quivering. You couldn't stand it.

That once healed scar now lay as an open wound, bleeding out, blood painting the floors scarlet. Vulnerable to infections and disease. It had been so long since you felt like this. As if an organ were removed from your body. In lay a spear. One which lance had thrown.

"No, you don't"

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