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rafesveryrealgf · 9 months

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JJ Maybank x pregnant!reader

Summary: no plot fr, just a cute moment w jj and his pregnant gf

Warnings: pregnant reader, mentions of sex (no actual sex), cursing, dad!jj, pet names (baby, sweetheart + princess)

“J, can you please take a break for a second,” you yelled from the living room in hopes it would carry all throughout the hallway and into your unborn baby’s room where JJ had been working on building the crib for hours at this point and he’d barely had any luck. JJ wasn’t the type to follow directions and the nerves of being a dad soon sure as hell made it harder to focus on anything for more than a minute.

He was scared. He was nervous. but he was excited too.

The clacking and banging stopped for a minute so you could hear him speak clearly. “Just a minute, baby.” He yelled back.

You groan when you hear things banging around some more, crib pieces hitting the carpeted floor. You throw your head back against the couch, rubbing your stomach in hopes it would make you less miserable.

“You said that an hour ago, J. If you don’t get your ass over here, I’m coming to you.”

“Don’t- don’t move! M’coming!” He’s drops everything instantly, afraid that you’d injure yourself by simply standing.

As soon as you told JJ you were pregnant, doing anything for yourself was absolutely out of the question.

When you hit your third trimester, JJ was even worse. You need water? JJ will get it. You need to go pee? JJ is either carrying you there or holding your hand the whole way. If he had to work he’d make Sarah and Kiara take turns checking up on you throughout the day until he was back home.

You were now seven months pregnant and he decided since he was off of work for the day, that today would be the day he finally puts up the crib.

He ran to the living room just before you could stand up all the way straight.

“What do you need, baby? You hungry? Thirsty?” He questions whilst out of breath, now standing in front of you. He grabs your shoulders and sits you back against the couch. “Stay put. I’ve got it.”

He’s a second away from making his way to the kitchen to get whatever you need before you speak again.

“No,” You whine, throwing your head against the couch once again in annoyance. “I miss you, J.”

“Baby.. we don’t have much time left before the baby gets here. I’ve gotta put this crib together now.”

“Let’s just get Pope to do it.” You plead. “He’s good at following directions and shit.”

“You want another man working on my kids crib?” He scrunches his face up, waving you off and shakes his head. “S’not happening, baby.”

You look up at him and roll your eyes. “JJ, if you don’t get help, it won’t ever be put together.”

JJ scoffs at that, offended by your choice of words. “Wow.. okay, rude.” He presses a hand to his heart dramatically.

“I’m serious, J.” You inhale deeply following it up with a huff.

“Baby, have some faith in me.”

“Last time I had faith in you, it resulted in a pregnancy. So, I’d rather not.” You referred to the time JJ promised to pull out.

You were now seven months pregnant with his child.

He cringed at that, ashamed that he had such a weak pull out game. “Anyway,” he changed the subject quick. “It’ll be done by tonight, baby. Just wait and see.” He bent down to give you a quick kiss to your cheek before running off to the baby’s room again.

You exhaled sharply. You just wanted attention.

You got up from the couch quietly, afraid he’d come running to you before you could make it down the hallway.

When you got to the baby’s room, you stood in the doorway, admiring the way he looked while deep in his thoughts. He was sitting on the floor, his back turned to you and his back muscles moving as he picked up pieces from the white crib, from off of the floor. His biceps straining as he tried piecing them together.

“Baby,” you said quietly, leaning your head against the door frame, placing your hands on your swollen belly.

He looked back quickly. “Sweetheart, what are you doin’?” He questioned, standing up swiftly to grab you. “Go sit down.”

He put his arm around your waist to walk you back down the hallway.

“I need to walk around. Stop hovering.” You twisted your body so that you were no longer in his grasp.

He was a little taken aback by that. “I’m not hovering.” He scoffed. “I’m just tryin’ to care of my girls.”

You were silent for a bit. He was hovering. “I wanna be able to move around, J.” You whine. “I’m bored of just sittin’ on the couch. If you won’t spend time with me, I’d like to at least be able to walk around.”

“Alright, m’sorry. I’ll spend time with you, the crib can wait.“ He wraps his arm around your waist again. “What you wanna do princess?”

The corners of your mouth pull into a smile. “Wanna cuddle?” You say excitedly.

“Yeah.” He looks down at you, his ocean blue eyes staring into your soul, his lips form a big closed mouth smile. “Yeah, of course I do.”

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gyupinkys · 10 months

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MINE

JEON WONWOO X FEM READER

wc: 1.5k

Wonwoo finally comes to take you away, to claim you as his.

WARNINGS: Degradation, daddy kink, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving) , gunshots, pet names (princess, baby), breeding, edging.

Wonwoo knows he shouldn't be here. He shouldn't be seeing you, the guys would kill him if they knew he was focusing on you instead of the job, but how could he abandon his princess? You treat him so well and all he does is give you stress. He wishes he could treat you better, take you away from here, but he doesn't want you in this lifestyle. He watches you from across the room where you stand innocently with your friends. You don’t belong here, you don’t belong with those bitch friends of yours. You belong with him. He so badly wants to be selfish and snatch you away, keep you somewhere no one but him knows. Wonwoo wants you all to himself. He watches your plush lips wrap around the straw, he knows its fruit punch mixed with vodka; so childish yet so endearing. He knows you want to go dance but your friends are more interested in finding someone to sleep with. He knows you’re worried about your mascara running and lipgloss coming off. He knows as your eyes scan the crowd you're looking for him. He knows he can't sit here staring at you the whole night. He made up his mind tonight he’ll take you away with him, finally make you his.

“Josh, I gotta go man.” Wonwoo says as he gets up but Joshua places his hand in front of him stopping him.

“Dude, we have a job to do. If Cheol finds out you’re leaving he’ll be pissed.”

“You’ll be fine without me, I got shit to do.”

Wonwoo pushes through Joshua’s hold and walks in your direction bringing his commanding presence with him. Your head shoots up from your phone and you begin to look around, presumably feeling his presence and looking for him, making him smirk. You're so precious.

“Are you looking for someone?”

You turn around and look at him with wide eyes, the sweetest smile spreading on your lips.

“Hi Wonwoo.”

“Hi Princess.” he says as he slides his hands around your waist and pulling you close, looking down at you.

“You’ve been hiding from me” you say with a pout.

“Y/N, you know I’m busy.” he says in a somber tone.

“Too busy for me?” you say as your pout deepens.

“Never, baby. I just got back from europe. I was there for two weeks and I thought of you the whole time.”

“Sure you did” you say with an eye roll. His hands slide to your ass and gives it a firm squeeze.

“Don’t forget your place baby and use some manners when you speak to me hmm?”

This sends a wave of arousal to your core, you love when he speaks to you like this.

“I’m sorry daddy.”

“There we go baby.”

“I want you to come with me, princess. I want to take you away with me. I want you to be mine.”

“Like right now?” you say in confusion

This makes him laugh. “Do you want to go right now?”

“Yes,” you say immediately.

“Y/N. I need you to understand what being mine means. You don't get to leave, once you're mine you’re mine. You don’t leave my side, you don’t leave my house, you're just my pretty little girl who warms my bed.”

“I want that Wonwoo, I just want you.” if you're being honest never having to work or worry about anything AND having Wonwoo? This sounds like heaven. You know what he does for a living, he’s never hid it or denied. You know he’s a dangerous man and you know being with him will put you in danger.

He rubs his nose down your neck. “Baby, Are you sure?”

“I’m sure Wonwoo.”

He kisses you deeper than he ever has. It's all tongue, teeth and spit. He's gliding his hands along your body gripping your hips harshly making you moan.

“Wonwoo, things aren’t going too well with the deal, Cheol says to be ready to leave.” Joshua says through his ear piece.

“Fuck.” Wonwoo sighs.

“Princess we gotta go.” he says and pulls you towards the exit.

“Wait, I need to tell my friends I’m leaving.”

“Baby, you don’t need them Ok? If they were your real friends they wouldn’t leave you here by yourself.”

“Ok.” you should stop blindly following him, but you don't have it in you to care.

Instead of a car Wonwoo stops at a black sleek motorcycle and places a black a helmet on your head.

“Here I am thinking you couldn't get hotter.”

“You flatter me baby. Hop on.”

You slide on the motorcycle behind him and slide your hands around his waist.

“Why is your waist smaller than mine? It's not fair.”

“I’m just that bitch.” he says and you throw your head back and laugh. You love when he breaks that cold exterior with you and acts like the Wonwoo knows.

As soon as he pulls off gunshots ring out from the club behind you making you clutch his waist harder. He weaves through traffic and speeds to his apartment downtown. Pulling into the underground parking lot he parks and you two go in the elevator to the top floor.

“Princess, you see what happened back there is just a taste of what this life is like.” he says kissing up your neck. “Are you sure you wanna be mine? You want to leave your quaint life and be my whore?” he groans. “I’m just imagining coming home everyday knowing there's a warm cunt waiting for me to fuck. My sweet princess waiting for me with the sweetest smile and the warmest pussy.” He drags his one hand down to your ass and the other to your tits squeezing them. He slips one hand up your dress to cup your cunt, feeling your ruined panties.

“Fuck baby. You're always so wet and ready for me. You make me want to do nasty things to you.”

The elevator doors open and he walks out looking back at you smirking at your out of breath state. “ Are you coming?”

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“Baby, don't run, take what I give you.”

All you can do is whine and try to buck your hips as he holds you down on your tongue. He’s lapping at your cunt, practically making out with it. He sucks on your clit then sticks his tongue into you and you lose it.

“Daddy please let me cum i can’t hold it anymore.”

“No baby, you need to hold it.”

He gets up and pulls you to the end of the bed sliding into you raw. You can feel every vein on his cock and he picks up a brutal pace.

“My pretty girl, you're taking me so well. God, this cunt is squeezing me so tight. Your just my little fuck toy arent you? This is all you’re good for right? Giving this sweet cunt up for a bad man like me, the good girl falls for the evil evil man.” he says, thrusting into you at a brutal pace.

“Daddy please oh my goddd I can’t please.” you whine, tears flowing out your eyes.

“Please what princess? You want me to stop?” he says and pulls out.

You immediately get up wide eyed “No no no please don’t stop.” you sob throwing yourself at him.

“Princess I think I’m a little tired and look at those tears on your face, I’d hate to make you cry love.”

“No Daddy please, I need you so bad.”

“You need what baby?” he says as he puts you on all fours and pushes your chest into the bed sliding back in. “You want my cock? You want my cum in this pretty pussy? All I think about is how good this pussy is. Squeezing me so tight, You want my cum that bad? I’m gonna fill this slutty pussy up baby, make sure you don't give it up to anyone but me. Put my baby in you, see this body grow.” He starts pounding into you faster, pulling your hips back to meet his thrust.

“I think I’ll do just that. Put a baby in this slutty pussy, if any man looks at you he’ll know you spread these legs for me, know your mine. Mine, mine, mine.”

“Daddy please cum in me I want it so bad” you say trying your hardest to hold your orgasm off.

“Cum with me baby, right now I want you to cum on my cock.”

You both cum at the same time. Your pornographic moan and his feral goran filling up the room along with the sound of your mixed arousal and skin slapping.

“So good for me baby, so so good princess” he says with a quiet moan.

He collapses on top of you with a groan.

“Wonwoo you're heavy”

“Mmm but this bed is so comfortable. There's a bony ass poking me but I don't mind.”

“MY ASS IS NOT BONY YOU MOTHERFUCKER get off of me.”

He giggles and pulls out rolling onto his back. He pulls you close to him and kisses your lips. “I’m glad you're finally mine baby. You're never leaving me.”

“That's real dandy, but I gotta run.” you say and get up earning a smack to your ass.

“Damn ok” you say and cuddle into his chest.

“Does this mean I’m in the mafia now?” you say sheepishly.

“Baby shut up and go to sleep.” he says with a groan.

#seventeen smut #svt smut #wonwoo #wonwoo smut #wonwoo fanfic #seventeen fanfic

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whatthebodygraspsnot · 10 days

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“I went to the gym, so I will be able to hold you up even longer” 🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾

“I went to the gym, so I will be able to hold you up even longer” additional tags: (wrongly) assumed infidelity, miscommunication that gets resolved, this must be an au bc mickey would obv never interrupt his own sleep to leave the apartment

Mickey steps carefully into their apartment, taking great care to shut the door without being too loud. He closes it with barely a click. But nothing can prepare him for what happens next.

When Mickey turns, it’s like he’s stepped right into a 90s romantic drama, the single floor lamp clicking on to shine in a perfect spotlight, revealing where his husband is very much awake, and very much waiting for his return.

He’s sitting on the couch. Tucked up in his bathrobe and the most unimpressed frown.

“Fuck.”

“Who is he?”

Mickey glances from left to right. Behind himself. Looks at Ian again, his heart still pounding in his chest from the startle. “Who’s who?”

“Don’t gimme that.” And now Ian’s standing up, gathering his robe around himself as he prepares to fire off The Chin. “You disappear every night - yes, I noticed,” he states before Mickey can interrupt. “Bring a bag with you… Come home sweaty… I know you think you’re sneaky, but you’re fucking bad at hiding this, Mickey.”

It takes a second for everything to sink in. For the endorphins from the last couple hours to start pumping upward into his brain this time.

And… Damn.

Ian caught him.

To be perfectly honest, Mickey thought he was getting away with this shit - was being real cagey and everything too - even getting a shower in before sliding back into bed with him.

“Two hours. That enough to meet up with him and do what you gotta do?”

Meet up with who? Yeah right. “You think I can get somebody out at this hour?” Mickey asks, his confusion starting to put him on edge. “Been doing this shit all on my own. Well-... I mean ‘cept for the other handful of guys who show up sometimes…”

And the way Ian’s eyebrows rise is almost as startling as how he stops in his tracks, repeating the words back to him with dragged out intensity. “‘Handful of guys’...?”

It’s got Mickey slugging his bag off his shoulder, the dramatics of it all really killing his high. “Christ, Ian. What’re you bein’ so bitchy for-”

“What am I being bitchy for.” There he goes again, repeating shit. Like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “Mickey are you fucking serious?”

“Yeah - what - I was doin’ this shit for you, anyway. Thought you’d at least be excited about it.”

Oh. Fuck. Ian does not like that. “Excited?” Off comes the robe, in a flurry of angry movements. He’s running hot, and not in a good way. “Why the fuck would I be excited about my husband cheating on me!”

And it’s-...

He’s-...

Wait a second.

“What?”

“You thought you could go out every night and meet up with a ‘handful of guys’ and I’d be jumping for joy?” He sure is using air quotes like he’s having a good time with it, but no no no-

“What the-...” Mickey shakes his head, trying to clear the air because holy fuck, “I ain’t fuckin’ cheating on you, Ian - the hell?”

“You just said-”

“Christ, you think I’m out bangin’ other dudes?”

“Wuh-...! You-...!”

Mickey rubs a hand over his mouth, everything suddenly making a whole lot of sense. The dramatics. The theater of it all. Ian was catching him coming home from the act, but ‘the act’ ended up being two very different things in their respective heads.

“Holy shit,” Mickey breathes out, going for his bag so he can put that thought immediately out of Ian’s head. “Look.”

He tugs the zipper open. Starts dumping out its contents on the floor right between them - his gym shoes - his old-ass iPod - a workout shirt - socks that stink so bad that they’re all he really needed to avoid all this. One whiff would’ve immediately made things clear.

But it’s enough now. Ian is slowly putting all the pieces together, the worry in his brow evening out and his chin returning to normal pointedness. Finally.

“You…” you says, hope returning. “You’ve been…going to the gym…?”

Mickey gestures to the pile of clothes in between them, his tone evening into something honest. “Yeah, man. Thought you wouldn’t notice once you knocked out…”

Ian eyes over everything one more time. Then slowly, his lips pull into a small pout, those eyes flicking away. “I notice every time you’re not in bed.” ‘Bitch.’ He wants to add it so bad. Mickey can practically see it trying to break through.

But he doesn’t. And there’s something so sheepish and honest and vulnerable about it, that Mickey can’t help but smile, peace returning as he stuffs his clothes and shoes back into his bag. “Fuck would I ever cheat on you for, ya dummy?”

A beat passes. Thoughts lingering. “I dunno… I just thought-...”

“Well stop.” It sure makes a lot of sense, though. Now that he sees it through that lens. Fuck, he’d probably think the same thing if their roles were switched. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to getchya all riled up…”

“S’okay…” Ian watches as Mickey gets himself sorted. Still has a lot of questions trying to get out - he can tell. And it starts with this one. “What do you mean you were doing this for me?”

It’s the correct one - right away. And Mickey’s glad he asked, actually. Because if he must know…

The floorboards creak beneath his shoes as he steps up into Ian’s space, his muscles warmed up and ready enough to finally show off his skills.

And when he does it - when he wrangles his giant-ass husband in and hauls him up until he's got those thick thighs straddling his waist, Ian’s startle and wide eyes say it all as Mickey slots him up against the wall - all two hundred pounds - keeping him held up in his arms.

“Been goin’ to the gym so I can lift ya,” he preens, impressed with his own strength.

Because he’s been working for this moment. For the look of sheer shock in Ian’s eyes from the rush of it - how it simmers into delight and pride and something much, much steamier the longer he holds him up.

And damn, that little breathy, impressed laugh that huffs out between them. “Fuck, Mick…”

Oh yeah. This is what all that 2am weightlifting has been for.

“You like that, huh?” Mickey grins, the atmosphere shifting familiar and fun - heavy in a good way. “This do it for ya?”

From his arms, Ian nods, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he takes a second to eat Mickey up with his eyes, those big arms wrapping around the back of his neck.

He probably thought he was doing a decent job at hiding how hot he gets with this - when Mickey can make him feel small and moveable.

They’re both absolute dogshit at keeping secrets, it turns out.

[ send me a smutty one-liner ]

#gallavich #ray writes #smutty one-liners

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wild-lavender-rose · 6 months

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Confessions

Pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!reader x Dean Winchester

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: After your boyfriend breaks up with you, your friends Sam and Dean help to put the pieces back together in a very unexpected way.

Warnings: Reference to break up, collapse, mild language

Note: I started this a couple years ago shortly after a break up and finally decided to finish it. It’s not my usual quality of work some of the lines feel out of character and it’s super angsty and cheesy idk but I really wanted to get it finished and out of my drafts, so enjoy?

Sam and Dean looked up from their vampire research when you entered the bunker, their brows furrowing with concern as they took in your glassy eyes and messed up hair.

“Hey,” Dean called.

“Hey.” You gave a nod, dropping the heavy backpack you had been carrying with a thud.

“You okay?” Sam was already pushing back his chair.

“I...” You shrugged off your jacket, gaze averting to the floor. “He...He broke up with me.”

“What?” The chairs squeaked as the brothers stood.

“He thought, with us bein’ hunters and all...Didn’t want to be each other’s weakness,” you took a step forward only to have your legs give out, causing you to sink down to the floor. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Honey, woah,” Dean came around the table to kneel beside you, Sam close behind. “Easy, it’s okay.”

“I can never get them to stay.” You whispered, your head in your hands as Dean sat behind you and pulled you into a hug. “What's wrong with me?”

“It’s not you, he’s just an ass.” Sam knelt in front of you, hand resting on your leg. “Hunters suck at commitment.”

“I don't, you don’t.” You leaned back into Dean’s hug, tucking yourself into him as the tears began to fall. “I’m sorry,”

“It’s not your fault, baby.” Dean ran his hand through your hair and held you close.

“No, I, I shouldn’t have even tried. He said, that ass,” you shoved your sleeve across your eyes, trying desperately to regain composure. “He said that he was tired of sharing me with you and Sam. That I loved you more than him. But, I tried to tell him we were just friends, but he didn’t believe me.” You shook your head against a fresh wave of tears. “I’m such an idiot.”

“Why?” Sam asked, his voice soft.

“Because,” you looked at the floor, hot shame flooding over you. “Because it’s true.” You whispered. “I love you and I love Sam.”

Dean’s hand froze in your hair, his body stiffening. You could feel him looking over your head at Sam, no doubt having a whole conversation in that nonverbal brother code of theirs. You hated yourself for saying anything. Now it was all over. Your friendship would be awkward and stilted now. No stolen hugs and nights of falling asleep on their shoulders during long car rides under the guise of simple friendship. They would know your intentions now. Know that you loved them.

“Sorry,” you whimpered, starting to untangle yourself from the two of them.

The last thing you expected was for Dean’s arms to tighten around you. “Where you going, sweetheart?”

“To bed.” You pushed weakly at his arms, not truly wanting to escape his warmth. “Tomorrow I gotta find a spell that makes you forget what I just said,”

“You hear her, Sammy? Our girl wants to go to bed.”

“Come here,” in one smooth motion Sam pulled you into his arms and picked you up off the floor. “Whose bed do you want to be in?”

“Mine.” Dean grinned. “It’s got memory foam.”

“I don't, wait, but you,” you covered your mouth, hardly daring to breathe. “You...both of you?”

“From the day we met you.” Sam kissed your forehead. “Let’s get you to bed. Coming, Dean?”

“Right behind you.” Dean got to his feet and followed you and Sam with a mischievous grin.

And that was how the three of you started the beginning of forever.

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mgparker · 1 year

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recruitment gone… right?

platonic!steven grant/marc spector x teenage!reader

summary: who in their right mind sends a teenager to recruit a dangerous vigilante all on their own? oh sam and fucking bucky.

warnings: teenage avenger reader, inaccuracies, clueless steven being an overall mess and a huge cap fan, violence, swearing, gen z shit? perhaps idk, 2k word count

request: ‘can you do a father figure Marc Spector/Steven Grant x A teenage avenger who was sent to recruit him? I imagine the reader being a typical Gen Z kid with a sarcastic sense of humor, but meaning well.’

notes: loosely based off this request i got MONTHS ago. i’m so sorry it’s taken forever this has literally been in my drafts for a year. not a whole lot of father figure-ing going on but i think it’s a funny little neutral recruitment blurb/one-shot. enjoy. also not sure if this is gen-z enough but i was not going to make this obnoxiously “relatable”

“It shouldn’t be too hard.”

“Sam, I want you to think about what you just said. Then think about who you’re talking to. And then… consider the possibility that your plan might actually work if you send Barnes.”

A distant voice shouted through the speaker of your phone. “No can do, kid. Recruitment is below my paygrade now!”

You rolled your eyes, shuffling down a busy sidewalk in the midst of London. “Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot I’m talking to the big champs now.”

You heard Sam chuckle in amusement, and you could imagine him shaking his head at your words. “You know what you gotta do. The sooner you get it done, the sooner you can get back to base. Kick some ass with the big champs.”

“Yeah, yeah,” it was time to get serious. “Got it, Wilson. I’ll check in later.”

Instead, it was Bucky who answered. “You’ve got this, squirt!”

Rolling your eyes, you didn’t even give Sam a chance to get a word in before you were ending the call, stuffing your phone into your pocket and narrowing in on the bus stop ahead.

This is stupid, you thought as you waited a safe distance away. You couldn’t risk your target spotting you before you could properly assess them. Who in their right mind sends a teenager—a freaking teenager—to recruit one of England’s most dangerous vigilantes?

You’re not scared—you were far more than capable to defend yourself, even against the famed Moon Knight—but it feels out of your way, something you’ve never been asked to do. But of course, as an Avenger, this was your duty.

You couldn’t help but think of this whole thing as a personal attack. With Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson assuming the mantle of interim leaders of the Avengers (or rather what remains of them), this whole mission seemed like their version of a practical joke.

Those two loved you with all their heart, you didn’t doubt it, but they take the role of “fun uncles” a bit too seriously.

But anyway, this recruitment... This isn’t fun. Not in the slightest.

This is like being a salesperson.

Shudder.

Finally, you catch sight of your target—Steven Grant, an extremely sleepy, stumbling gift-shoppist who had appeared at the bus stop surprisingly early for once.

He seems gentle enough, guard mostly down, clutching his bag with a paranoid grip but that was the only thing tense about him. He’s technically older than you, not ridiculously so, but a bit younger than Sam.

You watch as his lips start forming some words; it’s subtle, nothing anyone would really notice unless they were analyzing him piece by piece like you currently were.

Ah. You realized with a pleased smile. Steven Grant and Marc Spector are working together.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of the bus arriving, squeaking loudly as it stopped in the street.

Showtime.

There was a click in your brain, or that’s what it felt like at least, and a quick scanning of your surroundings made it easy to instantly blend in.

Steven Grant was having a decent morning. He actually woke up in time, ate a decent breakfast, and rushed out of the house with ten minutes to spare.

Even Marc had been pleasant this morning, making unusual small talk as Steven went about his business, getting ready for work.

And everything was well. Up until now—as he stood in the bus, trying to keep himself from falling asleep on the passengers around him, despite the extra shot of espresso he’d slipped into his drink this morning.

Steven.

He jolted awake, pulling his head away from a man’s shoulder with a small ‘sorry!’

But before he could doze off once more, something odd came over him. A strange tingling feeling, as if he was being watched.

It snapped the drowsiness right out of his system, eyeing everyone suspiciously.

You feel it too, don’t you? Something isn’t right.

“What—” He mumbled quietly, searching for the source but coming up emptyhanded.

There was nothing peculiar or odd about his fellow commuters.

So, he continued about his day, feeling that unsettling eye on him at all times but unaware as to its source.

It was only when his shift was over, that he was walking home, that he decided this charade had gone on for far too long.

Despite Marc’s pleas to let him front, Steven stopped in his dead tracks, away from any curious eyes.

“Oi, who’s there?”

Great job, Steven. If that isn’t the most cliché thing to say before the main character gets killed in a horror movie. Marc sighed.

“Shut up,” hissed Steven quietly. “You know I don’t watch horror movies—”

Steven blinked and suddenly you’re there, standing in front of him as if you’d been there the entire time.

“AH!”

The scream echoed down the alley, high-pitched and nearly startling you into a similar yelp.

But you were quite used to your presence spooking others, it’s a part of your abilities that you’d never been able to control.

Chest heaving and cheeks tinted with embarrassment, Steven gave you a suspicious glare.

“Oh, it’s—it’s just a kid,” he tried to brush off his embarrassing reaction.

You scoffed, a bruise to your ego. “Not just a kid.”

“Well, I know what I’m seeing,” Steven argued. “And you look like a child—“

“Firstly,” you’re staring at Mr. Knight’s suit, taken aback by the change in his appearance that you’d apparently triggered by startling him so bad. “I’m seventeen. Second, I thought you had a whole—“

You aimlessly motioned around your head in a sort of halo way, confusing the ever fuck out of Steven who just stood there blankly.

“A whole w-what?” He gaped, desperate to know what you— a complete stranger — had to say about his kickass suit.

“You know, a whole cape thing goin’ on.”

Ha! Colonel Sanders.

Steven wished there was a way to punch Marc.

“Now, you’re just talking about my lesser counterpart,” Steven shrugged, trying to hide the fact that he had just been offended to the core.

“Ouch, hard feelings?”

Steven pulled his lips to the side. “You could say that— wait. How do you know about—?”

“Let’s cut to the chase,” you interrupted. “I was sent here on behalf of an organization that is really interested in having you join our ranks. Normally, they’d send someone else but you’re stuck with me so—“

“What organization? What ranks? You’re hiring?” I guess we’re both interrupting each other now. You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Even if the task was annoying, you wouldn’t be returning to base with a new recruit if you hit him with a bunch of attitude.

Patience was not your strongest virtue. “Not exactly. As soon as you put that blade down, maybe we can talk some more.”

Steven looked down with a jolt, as if he hadn’t realized he’d been white-knuckling the weapon since you appeared.

Slowly, he started to store the blade before Marc cut in hastily. Hello? Are you seriously letting a kid tell you what to do? A kid who appeared out of thin air?

Steven caught Marc’s glare in the reflection of a small puddle, the road damp from London’s regular showers. He looked much more menacing than Steven, even with his half-assed suit.

He hadn’t said it yet, but Steven knew Marc was aching to take over. And it was probably the smartest option- Steven wasn’t the best at confrontation.

“Don’t hurt a minor please,” he pleaded quietly. Marc narrowed his eyes at the notion. But he nodded his head dismissively.

With a sigh, Steven allowed Marc to front.

All the while, you minded your own business as well as you could, staring at the sky suspiciously. You wouldn’t be surprised if Sam had sent Redwing to spy on you. Not because he didn’t trust you of course, but because him and Bucky loved to get a laugh in whenever they could.

“Alright, let’s cut the bullshit. Who sent you? Harrow?”

You nearly gave yourself whiplash from how fast your head snapped forward.

The suit was different, cape billowing behind him, and eyes even whiter than before. They seemed to glow-- no, they were glowing-- and glare into the depths of your soul. You were almost intimidated.

“Who the hell is Harrow? Absolutely not. Since you asked so nicely, I was sent on behalf of Captain America.”

Captain America? He gripped the crescent blade tighter.

He considered your words carefully, staring at you with the utmost suspicion. Lip curling up, head already starting to shake in disapproval, annoyance consuming him altogether—

“That’s bullshit.”

“That’s- that’s amazing!”

You couldn’t help the smirk on your face. “It is pretty cool,” you shrugged thirty minutes later, chewing through a particularly large bite of your warm bagel. You were sat in the corner of a small, dingy bakery. What it lacked in aesthetics, the bakery definitely made up for in flavor.

“Do you think you could maybe, like I dunno, introduce us?” Steven asked with an excitement that barely kept him still in his seat.

You’re surprised he hasn’t gathered the attention of everyone else in the bakery, but for once, you’re not the one worried about being on the opposite end of a judgmental eye.

Being an Avenger in these post-Blip days isn’t as easy as it was before… stack that on top of being a ‘child’ and it’s the perfect recipe for disaster.

‘They’re too young!’

‘They can barely contain their abilities!’

‘The Avengers already ruined our lives before! Why should we trust a child?!’

Even if you denied it a million times, there was always a small part of you that craved their approval. Their vote of trust…Maybe this mission would help with that, once they learned that it was you who got the infamous bad-guy-turned-good Moon Knight to join the world’s mightiest superheroes…

Well, maybe it wasn’t exactly you who got Steven to willingly agree. But there was absolutely no way in hell you were ever telling Sam that it was his pull that got the deal sealed.

“Sure,” you smiled back at Steven who just about died at your response. The coffee in his mug jostled out and splashed onto the table. “Big Captain America fan?”

“As of late,” Steven grinned. “So, when do we leave? Is—” He gasped suddenly and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Is Captain America coming to pick me up?”

Jesus Christ. Marc groaned. This was a fucking mistake.

Steven ignored him and looked at you expectantly.

You glanced up from your phone where you’d been rapidly typing something up. You did a double-take as you processed his question.

“Absolutely,” you deadpanned. “He’ll send a car for you. Probably meet you at the airport with his private jet.”

Steven’s eyes grew wider with every word. Marc was scowling in the reflection of the window behind you.

“Bollocks...” he breathed, staring down at his lap in disbelief.

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“I don’t even know what to say. I mean, who—who would’ve thought they would send a seventeen-year-old to recruit little ole me—”

You saw something click in his brain. He looked up with glazed over irritation. “...you’re... you’re not being serious.”

“Of course, I’m not being serious, Grant. I got here alone and I’m more than capable of getting us back to base. You can save the fangirling for when we finally touch down alright? He’ll meet us there.”

Steven pursed his lips at you.

Rolling your eyes, you finished your text and locked your phone with a click. “I’m being serious this time.”

Excitement poured into his gaze again. You’re not sure how Marc feels about it, only that after explaining yourself in very, very specific detail, he was open to the discussion. But it must be a mutual decision at this point. You doubt Steven would’ve gotten this far if his counterpart was fighting against it.

“Marc is on board?”

“Absolutely.”

Don’t lie. I’m regretting this more and more each second.

Steven continued. “Should I... should I pack my bags?”

“Yeah, that’d be a good idea,” you agreed nonchalantly.

“... now?”

You tapped your phone and glanced at the time. “If you want to make our flight in less than an hour, I’d say so.”

“Bollocks!” Steven exclaimed, nearly knocking the table over on his mad dash out the door.

You snickered as he slammed into a lady on his way out.

—————> the big champs + bucky

you: i’m expecting a promotion when i get back. and for you two to get off my ass already

redwing’s bitch: I told you it wasn’t going to be too hard. Proud of you, kid

you: 😐

you: thanks i guess... expect a meet and greet when we get there. he’s probably going to be up your ass. steven’s your biggest fan. marc not so much.

you: and don’t worry bucky, they didn’t mention you at all <3

bucky bitchy barnes: fuck off. I have a fanbase. It’s on tweet.

you: wtf is tweet

bucky bitchy barnes: Don’t fuck with me you know what tweet is.

you: my brother in christ... you mean to say twitter :,)

bucky bitchy barnes: I hate, no DETEST, your generation.

ha ha

— elle <3

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dual1pa · 1 year

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swim party

warnings: smut, no use of y/n, partying, language, underage alcohol consumption, smoking (all characters aged up to 20).

18+ ONLY Y’ALL

enjoy

“He likes you, I swear on my own mother’s grave! He told me and Nancy the other day!,” Robin said, pouring you a cup of beer from the keg.

You just arrived to Steve Harrington’s infamous summer break party — it was always a scene due to someone being too drunk and doing something stupid — either the cops or an ambulance is called.

Steve promised that this party would be “different” and nothing like that would happen — but you didn’t believe him as he says that every year.

Your best friend, Robin, was in the middle of telling you how your other best friend, Eddie Munson, is “super in love” with you. Okay sure, you yourself have feelings for the incredibly handsome fella, but you were positive he only saw you as a friend as you never really noticed any signs.

You took a swig of your beer — which was unbelievably gross to say the least — and slammed the red solo cup on the counter when you finished it.

You were hesitant, “I don’t know Robs.”

“Look, just try to be a little touchy feely with him tonight. He’s around here somewhere,” Robin looked around to see if she could find him but no such luck.

Were you really going to worth the risk of possibly making Eddie and your friendship totally awkward if he didn’t feel the same way.

“Well, if I’m going to do that, I’m gonna need a bit more to drink.”

“YES,” Robin exclaimed, pouring you another beer, “Go get him, girl.”

You were happy that you listened to the little voice in your head telling you to wear shorter shorts and a t-shirt to the party. Also, you had a skimpy two piece bathing suit underneath.

Typically, Steve’s parties die down rather quickly where it’s just your typical friend group: Steve, Robin, Nancy and Eddie are smoking and swimming in the pool.

Once you had a few more drinks in you, you weren’t too drunk to the point of totally embarrassing yourself, but just enough to one, be aware of your surroundings and two, make a move on Eddie.

You swerved through the many people in the living room dancing to whatever pop song was playing through the speaker. There were a few couples making out in the corners of the room and on the couch, other’s chugged their drinks and creating drunk conversations about who knows what.

The more you thought about a possible relationship with Eddie, the more you fell in love with the idea. You trusted Eddie with your whole heart and you could totally see a future with him.

There he was — only because you heard his voice outside.

He was with his friends playing a round of beer pong.

In your first attempt, you wrapped your arms around his waist from behind to surprise him.

It was like he instantly knew it was you.

He tried his best to turn his upper body to move you to the front of him for a proper hug.

“There’s my girl! Finally, you’ve arrived,” My girl.

He was drunk, of course as you could smell the beer scent on his breath.

“Only for you Eddie.”

All you wanted to do was lean up and kiss him, you were in his arms and at the perfect angle to just reach his lips — but you stopped yourself.

“I’m almost finished with this game after I kick these guys’ asses, then I’m all yours,” he smiled.

On the other hand, his friends booed him as it would be his last game.

“Shut up all of you. She is more important,” he aimed the ping pong ball at one of the cups and made it in.

“Huh, seems as if you’re my good luck charm, gotta keep you around every time I play this game - or any game really,” he laughed.

“Aww, I’m your little good luck charm, that’s so cute,” you replied.

“Can y’all just go have sex already? There’s so much sexual tension here I can cut it with a knife,” Eddie’s friend, Ronnie, admitted.

“Hey, sometimes you just shouldn’t talk, K?” Eddie said in a joking voice, “Don’t listen to him,” Eddie told you.

In your mind, you wouldn’t mind doing... anything with Eddie.

The rest of the night, you did your best to be more “touchy feely” with Eddie, dancing super close to him, always touching his arm, but you weren’t sure if he was catching on.

You felt as if you gave him many clues to just kiss you already, but he wasn’t taking the hint. Either he’s honestly not thinking about it or he just sees you as a friend.

As the party died down, Eddie and you met your friends out by the pool. Nancy and Robin were hanging out in the water while Steve smoked a cigarette on the pool chair.

Eddie went to grab one from him and sat down next to him, he ever rarely swam.

You weren’t missing out on getting some pool time in. You turned around to look at him to be sure he was looking at you before you grabbed the hem of your shirt and took it off your body. Next, it was your pants. You shimmied off your shorts and dove into the water.

It was freezing.

You shivered as you swam over to the other side of the pool where Nancy and Robin were having a conversation.

“Hey, how’s it going with operation ‘get Eddie to fall in love with you’?,” Robin asked.

“Terrible,” you sighed, “Guys, I think he only wants to be friends. I have him several chances to make a move and he just... hasn’t.”

Robin looked at Nancy, they had an idea that you were unsure of.

“Why don’t you two have some time out here alone then? I’ll grab Steve and make Eddie stay out here with you so you know... you don’t drown or anything,” Nancy said.

You nodded and watched them swim to the other side of the pool and hop out, grabbing Steve and heading inside.

Eddie watched them leave, but ultimately chose to stay outside with you.

You swam to the middle of the pool and kept your eyes on him.

“That was so weird that they left us out here like two minutes after we just got out here,” Eddie chuckled, watching you swim around.

You shrugged your shoulders, “Maybe they all got cold.”

“It’s like 85 degrees out at 1am!”

“Well if you think it’s so hot, why don’t you come in and swim with me,” you asked.

“I’m not the type of guy to go swimming, you know that.”

“I know it’s just... I’m kinda lonely in here.”

“Then get out and come sit up here with me.”

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come in?”

An idea popped into your head, it was a bit forward, but you had nothing else left to try.

You pulled your bathing suit top strings apart, leaving you topless in the pool and threw it at Eddie and he caught it right away.

“Do you wanna come in now?”

He instantly got up from the chair and threw off his shirt and pants, leaving him in his boxers.

You giggled as he splashed you from the cannonball he did. He swam up to you and took you into his arms.

You instantly wrapped your legs around his him.

He looked down at your breasts with wide eyes.

“Can you kiss me already?,” you asked, but begging inside your head.

He looked at you, then at your aching lips and leaned in.

He tasted better than you thought and he was a marvelous kisser, my God, what have you been missing?

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip desperately wanting to stick it in your mouth.

You opened it a bit more and felt his tongue exploring your mouth.

Moments later, he detached his lips from yours.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since... forever.”

“Well, god damnit, you should have done it sooner,” you laughed.

Eddie backed you up to the wall of the pool while kissing your neck. My God, it felt so good, you knew that boy would be a good kisser. In the water, you tried your best to grind up against his groin, but it was a bit tough.

Once you opened your eyes, you spotted your friends in the window cheering you on and making obscene gestures. You shooed them away and let out a squeal once Eddie bit down on your neck.

You leaned your head to the left more to give him more space to attack your neck with kisses and hickeys — something you would definitely need to cover up with foundation in the morning.

As much as you had fun humping your best friend, you were in need of more. You needed to feel him skin to skin.

“Can we take this somewhere private,” you reached for his cheeks for him to look at you.

“I thought you’d never ask. Can’t fuck you in a pool now can I?”

Your eyebrows widened, “I mean you could but that be kinda gross since it is King Steve’s,” you joked.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the pool. You quickly grabbed your bathing suit top and asked Eddie to tie it in the back for you.

He wrapped a towel around his lower half so his friends wouldn’t see the aching boner he had.

The cool air hit you as you opened the patio door. Steve, Robin and Nancy were all hanging out watching a horror movie. In unison, they all turned to you, who was sort of hiding behind Eddie.

“Mind if we use your guest bedroom tonight?”

“Go right ahead,” Steve said, “Just wash the sheets tomorrow!”

You followed Eddie up the stairs, memorizing every birth mark and mole on his back. God, he was perfect.

He opened the door to the guest room and shut it behind you. Before another thought could enter your mind, he pressed you up against the door, giving you passionate kisses on your lips.

He wrapped his arms around your waist then moving them down to grab the flesh of your ass, patting slightly, encouraging you to jump and straddle his hips.

He carried you over to the bed and plopped you down on the soft grey duvet. He laid down between your legs and continued his assault on your neck.

You were very vocal when it came to sex — whenever you had it — because you loved letting your partner know that what they were doing felt good.

You ripped the beach towel he had on and shimmied his swim trunks down so his cock sprang free against your stomach.

Instantly, you put your hand around his shaft and began teasing him but moving your hand up and down.

“Oh god, baby, yes,” he said into your neck, “Always been thinking how your hand would feel around my dick. Just as I imagined — perfect.”

You quickly reached your hand up to spit into it to use as lubricant. Once he (and you) were ready, you moved your swim bottoms to the side and gently guided him into you.

At first, it stung like a bitch. It’s been a while since you last hooked up with someone so you were a bit tight — didn’t seem to bother Eddie as he was a moaning mess as he brought his lips back to yours.

He followed your moves as he continued to plunge inside you. You took it easy as Eddie had a big cock, but once he was fully in and you adjusted to his size, you begged for movement.

He leaned on his forearm to take a good look at his cock disappearing inside you, only making him closer and closer to his climax.

You opened your mouth to let out a moan as the two of you looked at each other while he fucked you.

Every second, the tip of his cock hit that certain sweet spot only guiding you more and more to your own orgasm.

“Yes, Eddie. Deeper,” you breathed, gripping tightly on his semi-wet hair.

You moved your hands down to his bare ass to feel the movements of his thrusts.

Each time his tip would reach your cervix, you saw stars. Oh my god it was like heaven.

His hand snaked down your center to toy with your clit aiming to make you come before him — and it worked.

Your legs squeezed tightly around his hips as you let the sensation of your pleasure take over your body.

Curse words and moans left your mouth as he took himself out to unload himself over your stomach.

Once he was finished, he collapsed on the bed next to you. Your immediate reaction was to cuddle up to his warmth, tangling your legs together. His finger traced lightly on your shoulder.

You looked up at your best friend to his eyes already on you. He gave you a light smile as the sex tired him out.

“Can we finally get together now?”

“I’m all yours, babe.”

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #stranger things #stranger things 4 #my writing #my writings

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satrs · 3 months

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#partnerlook @toji.fushiguro

A/N; HEY HEY HELLO HEY LOVES! I’m BACK! Well, partially. I’ll update some time when I manage to so, I BEG you to be patient with me this will probably suck ass but whateva, I'm a bit rusted from the long break

Plus, DIDN’T AND COULD NEVAAAAA FORGET ABOUT U GUYSSS MUCH MUCH LOVE AND KISSES MWAH <3

TAGS; NSFW CONTENT. petnames: baby, ma, my girl. naaaastyyyyy. Kinda hand kink? doggy. pwp.

WK; 1.1K.

The whole idea of the whole partner look thing started off innocent, with small little changes.

At first, it would be just for fun, successfully convincing Toji to match the color of your outfits when you would go out on dates.

Those things would slowly progress into more - same shoes, jewelry, head-to-toe almost identical outfits and at last - tattoos.

Of course, couple tattoos are quite controversial with all the ‘what if’s’ surrounding them, with many people having their eyes knitted, uncertain about the whole ordeal, with Toji being one of them.

It took him some, well, a lot of convincing, but all it took were a couple of pleading puppy eyes and pouty lips to drag his feet right into the trap he never excepted to fall into.

“You serious about this, ma?” His question was rather rhetorical, giving his position, seated in the chair in front of the tattoo artist, buzzing machine in hand.

You only hum in return, agreeing with an excited glint in your eyes, adrenaline rushing through every inch of your body as you inspect the pre-written masterpiece at your lower back in the mirror. “So serious.” You could barely bite back your grin, thinking of the finished product and how your boyfriend would react.

And it sure was a reaction.

You wouldn’t even make it out of the car, his eagerness impossible to tame as he guides you to the backseats, throwing you onto his lap with your back facing him, the raging boner in his pants hurting to be buried into your welcoming cunt.

“Fuckkkk, baby. Shoulda’ knocked this into me sooner.” A deep groan echoed through the room, causing you to clench down onto his shaft.

You whine in return at the way he was stretching your walls in an almost ridiculous way, followed by a high-pitched gasp as you feel his rough hands caress the dark ink adoring your sweaty skin, the letters forming the name ‘Toji’ in the most beautiful font imaginable.

This alone had him snap his hips up into you, robbing a loud cry from you in the process. “C-careful, Toji!”, you babble, hand trying to hold onto his, accidentally grabbing the arm where the dark, vibrant ink adored his skin.

He slapped your hand way, clicking his tongue at the process. “Huh, want me to kiss it better?” He snickers, an inked arm snaking its way around your body to play with your plumb clit, giving it a teasing smack.

Your eyes wander down, a moan flying past your lips at the sight of your name on his lower arm, lightly ranking its way down to his beefy hand.

You feel his sharp fangs attack your neck, soon replaced by apologetic wet kisses.

Your head was spinning, unable to make out on what to focus - his girthy cock bumping into your sweet spot repeatedly, or the way your name so perfectly fitted onto his beefy arm.

“Nah. Gotta get a clear view on this.” His other hand forced your upper body to the front so nothing hindered him from obsessively gawking over the piece of art on your lower back.

Oh, he couldn’t wait till it healed completely, so he could finally get a little rougher on you.

“T-tojiiii” you protest to his antics, only to be caught in surprise by him throwing you on all fours, swiftly aligning his angry red tip to your gasping hole.

A bright smirk adores his face, scar crinkling in the process as he pushes your head into the leather seats, the different angle now providing him with the best view imaginable.

His hand comes down, ripping your flesh at impact, leaving a bright red print of his hand on your rear, earning a scream from you in return. "Hm, why not tattoo that shit-" His hand made contact with your skin again, your upper body slumping down into the seats with a cry, "-Whaddya' say?"

You nod eagerly, mind drunken in the pleasure you're receiving. The only thing that you could think about was the ringing in your ears with each smack of his hips against your ass. His balls slap against you aching clit, adding to the pleasure, causing your mouth to hang open, eyes rolling to the far back of your skull.

"Fuck, gonna cum, huh? Can fell your slutty cunt tryna suck me dry", he grunts, increasing the speed of his hips, hissing from your continuous clenching.

His hand reached for your throat, pushing you up against his back, careful not to hit your head against the roof. You moan, eyes flickering down to the hand around your throat, big orbs staying glued to the black shade on his skin, humping your hips against his to chase your incoming high.

"Mhm- fuck! m' so close, Toji! sososo close!", you mewl, earning a sharp thrust, followed by a deep grunt from the raven haired man. "Tatt s' gettin' my girl so worked up?" He slowed down his thrust to let his eyes trail down your back, orbs latching back onto the body art that decorated your shiny skin. "Can't lie, that shit s' gonna make me burst too." With one more thrust, your cunt clenches down onto him, robbing a groan from his lips. Your juices splash onto his pelvis as your legs gave out on you, the hand around your neck holding your back from falling flat onto your stomach.

"jusss' like that, baby, shittttt- gonna cum too. Gonna bust all over that pretty tattoo, yeah?" His hand loosened around your neck, causing your upper body to fall down. Both hands back on your hips, drilling his throbbing cock into your abused cunt, threatening to burst any second.

"Yeahhh, gonna paint it all over, fuckkk." He swiftly pulled out, causing you to softly whine at the loss. Impatiently pumping his cock in fast motion before spurting his cum all over your back, white semen covering up most of the black tint on your lower back.

A chuckle rang your ear as you took deep breaths, turning your head to come face to face with his menacing grin, eyes glued to your back. "Look at that."

You propped yourself onto your arms, adoring the view on your back with your lower lip between your teeth, shacking your behind in a teasing manner.

A giggle rang through the air at the harsh smack against your ass, your eyes following the inked arm up to the culprits face. The man grinned down at you, canines showing, teasingly tapping his cock head onto your ass, before spreading your cheeks with his length, retrieving it right after.

"m' still sensitive, Toji-" but before you could finish your sentence, he already threw you onto his lap, fingers teasing your gasping hole, ignoring the sticky fluid against his pelvic and his already hard cock.

"Nuh uh. Gotta match mine with yours now."

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imdead770 · 4 months

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The Outsiders x Reader fluff - Steve Randle

Authors Note - I think this man gets slept on way too much. I don't know his character too well, but enjoy.

Steve Randle -

▪︎ Let's start with the basics

▪︎ He has the guts to ask you out, yeah, but his ego is too fucking big to allow that

▪︎ He spent weeks trying to figure out how to ask you out

▪︎ Eventually landed on the classic "take them out as friends but we all know it's not as friends" date

▪︎ Asked you to go to some diner with him

▪︎ Literally said "It's a date", completely forgetting his plan

▪︎ Still worked though, win-win.

▪︎ Wore his basic jean vest, but he put on a cleaner t-shirt and his best pair of jeans

▪︎ Looked in the mirror for a bit either hyping himself up or admiring himself 💀

▪︎ Actually showered for once

▪︎ When he saw you he nearly passed out

▪︎ Here he was in a jean vest and you looked ready to be on the cover of vogue

▪︎ You both just talked the whole time

▪︎ He was way too hyped up to be nervous, so it was actually laid back and fun

▪︎ Really shitty jokes

▪︎ You both shared a milkshake, probably shared chocolate cake too

▪︎ Whenever you went back home and you kissed him on the cheek he almost ate dirt again

▪︎ Told the whole gang about it

" We shared a shake Soda, that ain't somethin' just anyone does "

" It's been two hours, Steve.. "

" Ya shoulda seen 'em! I mean- "

▪︎ Once you two started seeing each other more often, you sort of just stayed as best friends but added some perks

▪︎ Really shit inside jokes and really comfortable around each other + kissing and touching

▪︎ Whenever he finally worked up the guts to kiss you he almost broke your nose

▪︎ You were both laughing too hard to actually kiss

▪︎ Whenever you finally shut up it was a really good kiss though

▪︎ You know how Johnny moved down on Dal's leaderboard?

▪︎ On Steve's ranks he moved down cars and chocolate cake for you

▪︎ That's saying something

▪︎ Not a lot of pet names, some basic ones though

▪︎ Baby, babe, darlin'

▪︎ Probably some sweetheart scattered in there if he feels like it

▪︎ Spends an ass ton of time with you

▪︎ I feel like quality time would be one of his love languages?? I don't really know, I just think it fits him

▪︎ Whenever the gang has their own shit and he's done at DX he just hangs out with you

▪︎ Considers anything and everything a date.

▪︎ HIS TATTOO??

▪︎ You getting bored so you start tracing the outline of his tattoo, not even realizing how many butterflies you're giving him

▪︎ If you get cold he offers you his vest, completely forgetting its a fucking vest

" God it's cold.. "

" Ya' want my jacket? "

" .. that's not a jacket- "

" It's real' warm, I swear! "

▪︎ Doesn't do shit but you wear it to make him happy

▪︎ Always has his arm either around your shoulders or on your thigh

▪︎ I think he's actually pretty affectionate?

▪︎ Not in public, gotta be tuff, but in private he'll just hold you

▪︎ No reason, he just likes holding you

▪︎ Let's you touch the swirls in his hair or run your fingers through the longer pieces in the back

▪︎ Practically melts everytime you do so

▪︎ Always tells you stories about DX

" So I was tryna fix an engine when a possum just flew outta' nowhere! I swear, it was like it was sent from God or somethin'. Hada' get a rabies shot that day. "

▪︎ Suprisingly good with hair?? Not just good at it, he's obsessed with playing with your hair.

▪︎ You could be in the middle of an equation an he'll be twirling your hair around his fingers or braiding it.

▪︎ Either really quick kisses or deep makeout sessions, no in-between

▪︎ Always smells like gasoline and some weird cologne

▪︎ The thing is he doesn't wear cologne?

▪︎ You and the gang have played guessing games trying to figure out where the cheap cologne smell is coming from

▪︎ He's basically a sweeter Dallas

▪︎ Like he's tough and acts tough but he'll hold you in public he doesn't really care

▪︎ He's a dumbass but he's sweet

▪︎ 👍

#the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #dallas winston #sodapop curtis #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #steve randle #two bit mathews #darry curtis #the outsiders x reader #steve x reader #steve randle x reader #the outsiders steve

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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year

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I have so many ideas but none of them can be put into words, all I can do is just wheeze as they come along🤣

Also remember how wordy and flowery Teyvat speech/dialogue is? ADD THAT TO THE FACT THAT TEYVAT HAS ITS OWN LANGUAGE---

Reader can understand the basic speech which is why they are so blunt (I love this idea so much 🤣) and can piece together an idea what the person is talking about.

*insert random person talking about a commission with a long ass backstory*

Traveller & Co.: *understands completely and making plans to retrieve said commission*

C!Reader: (They said they had a cart.... a bunch of hilichurls appeared... dancing?.... they want us to dance fight the hilichurls???? Dance off???)

Actual story->The person's cart got ambushed by a group of hilichurls and taunted them by dancing around it.

....... it doesnt always translate well

Also imagine Reader heaeing random names and overthinks it as a word instead of a name.

Example: Pantalone means pants in Philippine English (sorry not sorry Pantalone)

Tsaritsa??? Oh do they speak russian there??? - reader

Capitano -> captain in some countries

(I once mistake Sandrone as Sandalone and I just went "... ehh??? Standalone? Sandalone as in Sand Alone???? Sandal (Flip flops)????

Oh wait its Sandrone" ".... as in Sand and Drone??--)

-Vine Boom

VINE BOOM ANON MY BELOVED 💖❤🧡💛💚💙💜✨️✨️

Gif is me writing u anything ever:

AHFLALA FERRRALLL I STG I ALSO THOUGHT ABT THIS!! WHY U COULD ALSO BE BLUNT BC U ONLY GOT THE BASICS 💀 RIP

Man theyre written language looks so scary to learn, kinda like when I looked into trying to learn Mandarin/Japanese (and even Korean), the letters r just inherently so different i was so intimidated

And u dont even read it like left -> right like English

Omg i tried to reply to a arabic comment on my art post once, and i felt so acommplished when i finally was able to type "اشكرك (thanks)" but like, i had to put it on the OTHER SIDE OF THE TEXT BOX, LIKE ALIGN IT TO THE RIGHT INSTEAD OF HOW U KNOW ENGLISH IS INHERENTLY ALIGNED LEFT, IT WAS SO TRIPPY-

Going thru genshin life only understanding minimal words of anything anyone says is honestly how i feel like ive been playing Genshin LMAO

Those analysis videos/lore are saving a bitch's life out here

PANTALONE IS ALSO RLLY CLOSE TO SPANISH FOR PANTS I KNOW WHAT U MEANNN LOL

UR ENDLESS CONFUSION FOR SANDRONE PLEASE ANON U DIDNT EVEN GET IT RIGHT THE FIRST CORRECTION IT JUST KEPT GETTING WORSEEE 😂😭 SAME THO

That would literally be you in genshin tho, like i could easily see it being like, back to back misunderstandings 😭😭

Like u think u got it right (Oh so his name is Rex Lapis, wait what? Morax? Ok his name is Morax...?? What??? Zhongli??? WHO IS THIS MAN-)

JFC first they gotta have a whole different language (like u saw in game)

And ON TOP OF THAT THEY CAN TALK FOR 10 MIN STRAIGHT ABT THE WEATHER OR SOME SHIT??

No... just, no.

U quickly decide u like what little bits of language u could pick up so far, which just results in,

U guessed it, simple speech and short fragmented sentences (or broken Teyvatian)

U cant even bring urself to care when u give half the characters a heart attack and send the rest into laughing fits

No fucks given, they wanna make this extra hard on u by being wordy on top of a new language,

Yeah u dont care what comes out of ur mouth anymore

Also, since everybody is raised in Teyvat very few ppl dont know the language, which once again brings us back to ancient/older deities/creatures who have a more simplistic version/outdated version of modern language

Omg getting stuff mistranslated bc u cant understand it all/only keywords sounds like hell but also rlly funny

Traveler/Paimon: "Alright, yes, all is well. We will accept this comission, and depart soon."

You: "...they want us to?? Dance fight?? Hilichurls...???"

Traveler just stares at u half in pity, half trying to hide their amused smile, Paimon is giggling

The commissioner is shook bc a supposed ancient creature?? Just accepted?? Their simple commission?? And u think they want u to dance battle???

PLEASE U MISTRANSLATE THE HARBINGERS NAMES RIGHT TO THEIR FACES

Signora: "You shall rue the day you crossed the Fatui mortals!"

You: "Lady we don't care, just fight us."

(Signora just means 'Lady')

Signora: *offended gasp*

Traveler/Paimon trying to stifle laughter

Raiden Shogun jaw dropped a little

Pantalone: "What a pleasure to finally meet you traveler, and thine wonderful companions!" *little bastard smile*

You: "And it was awful to meet you, Pants."

Pantalone: 😶😧😡 "Pants?! HOW DARE YOU NOT EVEN GIVE ME THE MOST BASE RESPECT, AFTER I GREETED THEE SO KINDLY-"

Oh its so funny, everytime you talk about Childe you always phrase it like he's an actual child bc u thought everyone was just calling him a little kid for some reason (u dont know how Teyvat ages work, he could be for all you know!)

Not very long, but Vine Boom anon your brain >>>>

Ur ideas r so on point, i love them sm

That makes perfect sense why u could be talking blunt too, like an in world explanation really

For you, all the desserts🥰 🤲🍪🍨🍰🍮🧋🍦🍡

Cheers,

🌒🌊🌧Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

#vine boom anon ilysm #yall r so funny i cant keep up help #big brain anons #genshin impact #ask box open #genshin sagau #my asks #sagau #genshin sagau ideas #gender neutral reader #genshin imagines #please send asks #:)#<3 #genshin isekai #genshin god reader

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angelagiarratana · 5 months

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Finally.

The hate me then fuck me trope, sue me. It's a long one.

sorry for the delay: finals kicked my ass.

tw: smut! slight degradation

When you joined Smosh a few months ago, it was apparent who you were going to get along with, who you would be friendly with, and who would hate you. You don’t know what you did to her but Angela hated you, or at least acted like it. It started out with her refusing to get to know you and turned into her flat-out ignoring your jokes and asking to chance shoot days.

“Y/n you gotta tell them about the fucking waiter last night,” Chanse laughs as he grabs his fork off his plate. It was lunch and you were at a table with him, Amanda, Courtney, and Angela. You were close with everyone here but Angela. You placed your fork onto your plate and cleared your throat, “This fucker, come back to our table to drop off the bill, looks at Chanse, looks at me, and hands me the bill.” Amanda’s face immediately lit up already entertained, “Amanda, wait, it gets better.” You started chuckling too. Fighting through laughter you finish, “And he goes, ‘She’s definitely the top babes.’ and then just walks away!” The table erupts into laughter except for her. She’s staring at you like you just took the last bottle of water in the entire world. “Angela, can we go talk?” Your question seemed to have taken her aback because she looked confused, “Um, yeah.” She awkwardly stood up and followed you out to the parking lot.

As the door shut you turned to her, arms crossed over your chest, “What did I do to you?” She looked at the ground, “I don’t know what you mean.” It was the quietest you’ve ever heard her talk. “You act like I did something horrible to you. You are nice to everyone but me, you joke with everyone but me, you go out of your way to avoid being in shoots with me. What is going on?” She bit her lip and shook her head, “You didn’t do anything Y/n.” You scoffed, “So enlighten me as to why you hate me.” She took a step closer to you, “I don’t hate you Y/n.” You scoffed yet again. “You act like it.” She didn’t know what to say, honestly, she acted that way towards to you because she wanted to know how you looked under her. She took a deep breath, “Y/n I act that way because I have to keep my distance from you. I’m not allowed to get close to you. If I get to know you I’m gonna do something stupid.” You just looked at her, “What Angela? What damage could you possibly do you are not already doing? Do you how it feels coming to work knowing someone here hates you?” She finally looked at you, tears welling in your eyes. Guilt hit her like a truck, “Fuck.” She pressed her hands against her forehead and walked backward a few steps. “Y/n, I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I was in defense mode.” You stood like a statue. “But you did Angela.”

After a few moments you spoke, “Angela I’m putting pieces together in my head and if I’m putting them together correctly, I am going to be so pissed at you.” She looked at you confused. “What are you putting together?” She put her hands on her hips and looked at the ground. You took a few steps towards her, “Angela if we’ve been beefing this whole time when we could’ve been fucking I am going to kill you.” Angela snapped her head up to look at your face, your pupils dilated. It erupted something in her hearing you say that and the way your tongue darted out to wet your lips. She took that final step towards you grabbing your face and crashing her lips onto yours.

Your hands very quickly found her waist pulling her into you. Her lips moved softly but passionately against yours. She moved her hands to tangle in your hair giving it a tug, your mouth fell open and she took that as her chance to dominate the kiss. You felt like putty in her hands, melting into her grasp and into the kiss. Angela pulled away slowly and gave you a final peck. She kept her hands around your neck as she looked at you. Pupils blown, lips pink, and breathing heavy. “I am so not done with you.” She spoke so dominantly that it sent chills down your spine. “Do you have plans tonight?” You shook your head, unable to speak, your hands fiddling with the hem of the button-up she had thrown over her t-shirt. “Good, you're coming to my house after work. Is that okay angel?” She rubbed your cheek with one of her thumbs, “Yeah, I just would want to run home and shower after. I’m doing an active game later.” She nodded and smiled. “I’ll see you then pretty girl.” She kissed your cheek and walked back inside.

A few hours later you were nervously standing outside her apartment door trying to get the courage to knock. This was not what you were expecting to come of your conversation with her, but you weren't complaining either. You shook out your arms and took a deep breath,

knock knock knock

"One second." Not even a moment later the door opened. She was wearing sweatpants and a sports bra with her hair thrown up in a messy bun. Your eyes kept bouncing from her biceps to her abs to her hand on the door, "Do you want to come in or just gawk at me from the hall?" She giggled at your slightly open mouth as you checked her out. You nodded and quickly shuffled past her into the apartment which was so perfectly Angela. She shut the door and turned to you, "Let me see your bag." You handed it to her and she hung it up on a hook before bending down and helping you out of your shoes. "Do you want a drink? I have wine, tea, water." She made her way into the kitchen, so relaxed. You were still taking in nice Angela. "A glass of wine would be amazing, thank you." You stood at the doorway of the kitchen and watched as she poured two glasses. The way her hands looked when she gripped the bottle to pull the cork out reminded you why you were here. You set your phone on the counter and walked to her, slipping your arms around her waist. You placed a kiss on her neck and she hummed. "Drink your wine Y/n." You took the glass from her and leaned against her counter, "I wanna set out some ground rules first." You nodded as she spoke, "Before I do anything new I need verbal consent, a nod won't cut it. If at any point you want to stop tap me three times or say red." You took a large gulp of your wine, hoping it would help you relax a tad. "I don't expect you to up and run after. Stay as long you would like, we can order food if you're hungry after."

You took the last sip of your wine and set your glass down, "Are you done being nice?" She looked at you shocked, "Because it's quite frankly weird coming from you." You knew what you were doing but seeing how pissed she was only egged you on more. "The asshole I know you are is what you're best at." At that, Angela was slamming her glass down and pining you to the counter. One hand gripping your throat, the other on your hip, "Asshole?" She leaned in beside your ear, "I highly doubt you'll be saying that when I have you begging me to cum." She kissed behind your ear, placing tender kisses down your throat. "Fuck Angela." Her grip on your hip grew harsher and you felt your breath catch in your throat. Her hands found your ass squeezing eliciting a moan from you, "You sound so pretty moaning for me." You felt like you were going to burst if she didn't fuck you right then. "Angela please." She chuckled from your neck, "Please what? Use your words." You grabbed her shoulders trying to ground yourself enough to speak, "Please fuck me." She grabbed your hand pulling you towards her bedroom, the second you were close enough she shoved you down onto the bed. You scooted back until your head hit pillow, and she straddled you. "What's your code to get me to stop?" She stroked your cheeks softly, "Three taps or red." She smiled and kissed you gently, "Good girl." Two words sent you into oblivion.

She kissed you harder this time, biting your bottom lip before releasing it with a pop. She took her time kissing down your neck before she tugged on your shirt, you sat up and pulled it off. Her eyes grazed over you, soaking every inch you had given her, "You are so beautiful, honey." She kissed you as she reached behind you unclasping your bra, "Can I take this off angel?" You nodded and let out a quiet, "Please." She reveled in your wordlessness and it absolutely went to her head. She slipped it off your shoulders tossing it somewhere in the room and laid you back. "Fuck y/n." She took both your boobs in her hands kneading them. "You are so in for it." You swallowed harshly. She repositioned herself to comfortably take one of your nipples into her mouth biting gently. Your back arched and your hands flew to her head, "Fuck!" She giggled, wearing a shit-eating grin. "Can I fuck you pretty girl?" You nodded eagerly, "I need words." She pinched your nipple hard, "Yes! Fuck Angela." She tugged your leggings off, your underwear coming off next. She kissed your cheek as she slowly slid one of her fingers through your wetness, "All this for me?" You nodded and gripped her head harder. She used her thumb to circle your clit at a torturous pace giving you no real stimulation. "Angela I swear to god if you don't-" You were interrupted by her inserting two of her fingers into you, pumping slowly. She looked up at you, "What were you saying?" You bit your lip and pulled her into a bruising kiss. Her tongue dominated yours as she picked up speed with her hand. Her thumb brushed against your clit as she bit down on your lip. She pulled away and kissed down your torso.

Her lips wrapped around your clit as she curled her fingers to brush against your g-spot. "Angela please don't stop, please." She took her free hand to grip your hip so hard you swore it would leave a bruise. She could feel you getting close and counted her lucky stars she got to know what that felt like. "Am I still an asshole?" You let go of her head and gripped the sheets, hips thrusting, "No, fuck, no your not." She slowed her pace enough to piss you off but not enough to make you lose any real pleasure, "Apologize for being a brat." You looked at her and almost moaned just at the sight of her. Chin glistening, pupils blown and a dominating look in her eyes, "I'm sorry for being a brat now please let me cum." She smiled, "Such a good girl I didn't need to tell you to ask first." She picked up her pace, going faster and deeper than before, "You can cum for me when you want." She flicked your clit with her tongue expertly and you could feel the knot in your stomach about to burst open. "I'm gonna- fuck- daddy!" The name shot a bolt down Angela's abdomen, and she moaned against you sending you over the edge. Angela took in every drop you gave her as you came, her fingers slowly pulling out of you.

Just as you started to come down she was eating you like her last meal again. "Fuck Angela I already came." She pulled away only to quickly state, "You can cum for me one more time like the slut I know you are for me." The degradation mixed with your already sensitive clit sent you so close to another orgasm. She gripped your thighs forcing your legs open. The moans leaving your mouth were almost embarrassingly loud. She gently bit down on your clit making your second orgasm hit and hit hard. Your back arched off the bed as a primal moan left your throat. Angela gently cleaned you up as you gained feeling back in your face. She pressed gentle kisses up your thighs and torso until she reached your face. She placed three sweet kisses on your cheek, “You did so good angel.” She collapsed beside you and pulled you into her chest. You lay there until you felt human again.

“Holy fuck.” She giggled at your first words, “Yeah?” You nodded slowly, “Yeah.” She pressed a kiss to your head, “Am I still an asshole?” You looked up at her, “Yes because we could’ve done this a while ago.” She laughed out loud at you. You smiled. “Do you want to stay here tonight?” You nodded, “Okay, go to sleep, I’ve got you.” and you did. You fell asleep in the arms of the woman you swore hated you that same morning.

#angela giarratana #angela giarratana x reader #smosh #angela giarrantana fanfic

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tightjeansjavi · 11 months

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4 is perfect for horse dad joel!!! you could do a blurb of one of their morning phone conversations 🥰

Somethin’ Stupid

horse dad! joel x f! horseback riding instructor reader

A/N: thank you for sending in this request my love 🫶🏻 #4 things you said over the phone. 𓃗

~word count: 565~

Summary: one of horse dad! Joel’s and reader’s many cute ass morning phone calls ♡

Warnings: none, just a whole lotta tooth aching fluff and flirting of course ;) +18 only because my entire blog is not suitable for minors so dni!

“I’m sorry, who the hell actually enjoys putting ketchup on their eggs? I feel like that’s a fucking crime. Ketchup on eggs? That’s blasphemy right there!” You said with a light heartfelt laugh.

“Well, ouch. That hurts my feelings darlin.’ I am one of those people who likes ketchup on their eggs. You’ve gone and broken my heart into a bunch of lil’ pieces!” Joel deeply chuckled through the receiver.

“Gasp. So you actually are not flawless after all? Gotta say, Joel. I think this is gonna make or break it for me.” You let out a sigh of disappointment.

“Oh c’mon now sugar. Don’t go and sayin’ that! Bein’ all dramatic on me. You’re lucky I think you’re cute.” He grumbled.

“I knew this day would come. Whatever will I do? Oh, Joel! You have wounded me so!” Your tone was playfully dramatic and you could picture his little eye roll already.

Joel was in fact rolling his eyes as he took a large sip of his coffee. “Alright, Shakespeare. You’ve had your fun sweetheart. Now tell me I’m handsome.” He was grinning over the rim of his mug.

“Handsome? Now who the hell told you that you were handsome Hm? I don’t remember ever letting those words leave my mouth.”

“Believe you did last night. Or maybe it was some other pretty girl at the bar? Hmm.” He teased.

“Okay, okay. You’re handsome. Very handsome. Ezra’s got you beat though I’m afraid. He’ll always been the #1 man in my life cowboy.”

“Oh geez, now you got me out here competin’ with a damn horse? He’s gorgeous, I’ll give him that.”

“I’m just messing with you Joel! C’mon now. You’re a real cutie. There’s no competition, trust me babe.”

“A real cutie, huh? That’s sweet of ya t’say darlin.’ Now, where were we? Oh, right! What’re you wearin’ sweet cheeks?” He could picture your face, the little glare you would give him before swatting at his shoulder playfully.

“J O E L.”

“That would be me.”

You let out a light sigh, an apparent grin on your face from your Texas tall glass of water being his cheeky self. You pulled the phone away from your ear just so you could talk to your boys, who were all happily eating their morning grain. “Can you believe this guy? He’s such a flirt. Absolutely ridiculous.” You brought the phone back to your ear.

“Riding pants and a Star Wars Tee.” You finally told him.

Joel let out a low wolf whistle through the receiver as he leaned against the countertop in his kitchen. “Goddamn, that’s hot.”

“You sound like a horny teenager right now cowboy.” You giggled.

“You take that back right now.”

“Nah, I’m good.” You grinned.

“What’re your plans later?” He asked.

“Depends who’s asking.”

“Oh? Well it’s me. I’m asking.”

“Well, in that case, I’m definitely free.” You didn’t even hesitate to respond.

“‘Atta girl. That’s what I like to hear.” He grinned.

“Uh huh. You’re lucky I think you’re cute. Pick me up at 7?”

“I’ll be there at 6:30.”

“More time for us to makeout.” You felt like a little school girl with a crush.

“Exactly what I was thinkin’ sweetheart. I’ll try and not say somethin’ stupid when I see ya. Although, you make it difficult cus’ my brain goes all fuzzy when I’m near ya.”

“You could never say something stupid Joel.”

“You’d be surprised. I say a lot of stupid shit darlin.’”

“Stupid cute shit you mean.” You corrected him.

“There you go again bein’ a real peach.”

“It’s my specialty.”

“Yeah? Think your other speciality is kissin’ me silly.” He chuckled.

“You’re so cute. Please stop it before the horses start making fun of me.”

“Never. See ya tonight, toots.”

“Catch ya on the flip side, cowboy.”

Tagging people I think would enjoy: @peterhollandkait @chaotic-mystery @korynnekorynne @lovers-liability @dinsdjrn @last-girl @wonder-harley @loquaciousferret @yazsos @death-wife

#joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #blue jeans n’ texas dreams fic #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller fluff #joel miller imagine #joel miller drabble #horse dad joel #joel miller blurb

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creative-heart · 24 days

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"Too sweet to resist"| Simón Hempe

Lucia's notes: Ok, so I may have listened to Too Sweet by Hozier and got the image of Simón in my head, so this little piece came about,loosely based on that song, I recommend listening to it while reading. I really hope you lovelies enjoy it. Also, if smut isn't your alley, please just scroll on through. Especially thinking of you @castawaycherry 🤭

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI: If you do not want to read the smut part, please stop reading at the second cut.

Summary: When Reader asks her friend Simón for some help on learning to be more flirtatious and getting laid, they never imagine the turn this tutoring will take.

Warning: Heavy smut, making out, oral (fem! receiving), p*netration, somewhat of a praise kink?, slight age difference (entirely appropriate and legal). Please do let me know if I missed any.

Word Count: 2.5 k

Simón is the epitome of a rebel bad boy, known for his nocturnal escapades and daredevil attitude. Living his life under the cover of darkness going from one bar to the next, always seen out on the town with some hot chick on his arm; so when his long time neighbor and friend Y/N looks up at him on a lazy Sunday with those big blue eyes of hers, laying down on his couch, her head on his knees and says “Could you please teach me how to be flirtatious? I’m tired of being a virgin, I wanna get laid” he all but chokes on his own spit. Thing is, Y/N is the complete opposite to Simón, she’s always been the quintessential goody two shoes, never so much as looking away from the right path, she exudes innocence and virtue. The curly haired guy looks down at her, eyes wide still trying to asses if she had really said what he thought she had said “Come on….” she whines “will you teach me or not? I think 21 is a good time to finally get some action” the redhead huffs.

Simón just keeps staring at her “Are you for real?” he chuckles “I mean, I know you’re a bit of a prude, but you’re not too hard on the eyes, I’m sure you’ve at least kissed someone by now sugar”. Y/N rolls her eyes at the comment getting up grabbing her things to head to the door.

“Could you at least not make fun of me?” he hurries after his friend and smiles holding her by her arm.

“Okay okay, sorry, I’ll help you, but I have a few ground rules, whatever I say goes, from clothes, to actions, and you need to get an open mind okay babe? We’re gonna cover our basis, verbal, non verbal flirting, kissing, and I’m gonna teach you a thing or two about sex, you gotta be prepared, cause after getting you all Hemped up, you’re gonna be turning heads right an left. Most importantly, there’s no falling in love here okay, all this is educational, we clear baby?” he says, the tone of his voice getting lower as he brushes a strand of hair behind Y/N’s ear, the younger girl nods looking up at him the blush taking over her cheeks as she clears her throat looking away, his gaze way too intense. Simón holds her chin with one hand making her look back at him “No, lesson number one, never look down, confidence is sexy, whenever you talk to a guy, you need to look confident, like you rule the place” Y/N nods softly looking at him. “Okay, let’s go shopping, these clothes look like you’re a 9 year old who just took her first communion.” Simón walks out after her going to the mall to get her some new clothes.

~~~~~

After a couple hours of shopping for a whole new wardrobe for Y/N, they have decided to go out that night for lesson number two, and so they’ve hit the last store to get her something decent to wear for the outing. Simón sits down at one of the couches outside the dressing room area waiting for his friend to come out and show him some options, if he’s honest, he’s been having quite a good time with this so far, but when the petite redhead comes out of that dressing room wearing the little all black ensemble consisting of a tight, mini skirt, a turtleneck crop top, black tights, ankle height boots and the little black leather jacket, he’s taken aback- well shit, since when has Y/N had so many juicy curves and why haven’t I seen them before- he says to himself as he eyes the younger one up and down taking in the image in front of him. “Well? what do you think?” Y/N says twirling around, little handbag in hand. “Ye-Yeah, I think that’ll do it” Simón clears his throat before geting up, with a small nod Y/N gets back in the cubicule to get changed back.- Just teach her how to get laid Hempe, she might be hot, but you’re not what she deserves- the green eyed guy keeps repeating to himself.

That night, right before they get to the bar, Simón has briefed Y/N on the flirting basics, little looks, how to play with her hair, what to say, what not to say, the base of what gets a man, what gets him attracted to a woman. They walk in and much to Simón’s pride and frustration, Y/N gets quite a few looks her way while they walk to the bar to get some drinks. As the night carries on, the older guy finds himself one of the ladies he’s used to and gets to dancing, all the while keeping an eye on his friend, who clearly doesn’t need much help getting some male attention, how could she in that outfit that showed all her curves just so perfectly, her legs on display. He’s equally proud and…jealous? is this jealousy he’s feeling when he sees Y/N in a corner making out quite heavily with some random guy.

“Hey, everything okay?” He looks back at whats-her-name nodding absentmindedly humming in affirmation, “You seem way too distracted handsome” she says in a stupid little voice stroking his chest.

“Yeah… sorry, I need to go” he states hurriedly, making his way to his friend and clearing his throat “Y/N/N? we need to go”; he makes sure to use her nickname as to assert some kind of dominance over the random guy who was groping his friend shamelessly. Y/N looks at him confused her eyes moving between Simón and the blonde guy she was making out with. He holds her hand walking her out of the bar straight to the car.

“Simón…what happened back there? I mean I thought it was going quite well…don’t you?” Y/N smiles walking with hurried steps after her friend who’s all but dragging her to his car.

“A little bit too well for him, he was groping you shamlessly, it was going too fast, didn’t want you to get into an uncomfortable situation” The dark haired guy lies with ease as he gets in his car “come on, I’ll take you home” his voice darker and raspier than he would have liked. Y/N looks at him stunned getting in his car, if she didn’t know her friend so well as to know he had no reason to, she’d said he’s jealous, but why would he be, it was the plan, and it was working. Maybe he was after all just looking out for her.

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As the weeks go by, Simón starts finding himself getting a bit too invested in this tutoring of theirs. He looks at Y/N as she takes off her makeup after a night out “I think it’s time I teach you a few tips and tricks on kissing….but I believe it’d be best if I… if I show you” he sits up better on the bed clearing his throat. The redhead looks at him through the mirror raising an eyebrow before turning around to look at him properly, he couldn’t deny she was getting way more confident in herself and looking inherently sexier as well.

“Oh… so this tutoring comes with practice as well?” she smiles unintentionally flirtatious. She had always thought Simón was quite goodlooking but since spending so much time with him lately, him teaching her all the things he had been, she was falling slowly but steadily for the guy, even though she knows what he had made her promise on that first day. Y/N stands from where she was sitting at her vanity, making her way to her bed sitting right in front of Simón “okay then teacher, show me” she bites her lower lip gently. Simón looks alternately between her eyes and her pink plump lips as he reaches out, one of his big hands on Y/N’s cheek, the other on the side of her neck pulling her closer before pressing his lips to hers. The kiss starts slow, yet so intense, Y/N’s hands find their place on the guy’s chest as he pulls her closer by the hand on her neck, when the younger lets out a soft sigh of pleasure that dies in the dark haired guy’s mouth, he takes it as his moment to slide his tongue in her mouth as the fight for dominance begins and it is oh so intoxicating. Y/N’s taste is drunkening and Simón takes both his hands to his friend’s waist pulling her to his lap and she doesn’t need much more instructions, she quickly straddles his legs both her hands moving swiftly to his hair gently tugging at his curls. The dance of their tongues feels so natural, they seem to understand what the other wants, what each other need from this kiss.

As their lungs burn from the desperate need for air, Y/N hesitantly pulls away just enough to allow the much needed breath to get into her body, in short shallow gasps. In the dimly lit room, the air thick with anticipation, their gazes lock, sparks igniting between them as desire courses through their veins and Simón be damned, he cannot pretend he’s not wanting more from Y/N, his hands roaming the girl’s body, seeking to find every single inch of exposed skin they can, needing to feel the warmth and softness of her body. His touch, rough yet tender, sends shivers down Y/N's spine as he pulls her close, his lips tantalizingly close to hers.

With a primal urgency, their lips meet again in a fervent kiss, hungry and demanding. Simon's hands roam freely, tracing the curves of the redhead's body, igniting flames of passion with every caress.Y/N's fingers hastily tug at Simon’s shirt needing to pull him closer as their kiss deepens, tongues dancing in a sensual tango of desire. And Y/N can feel the heat of his hardening cock press up against her, before she can process what’s she’s doing, she moves closer to him grinding against the elder’s cock, suddenly desperate to feel more as the same time she can feel the tanned skin man’s hands roam lower, igniting a firestorm of sensation in the center of her gut as he traces the contours of her thighs, leaving a trail of burning desire in his wake. Breaking the hot kiss for the shortest time possible, Y/N pulls the shirt off over Simón’s head with his help, as he in turns all but rips her clothes from her.

Simón can’t wait any longer, as soon as her clothes are off her body, he lays her down and with a dark look on his face as if asking for permission he starts kissing down Y/N’s body once he sees the smallest nod from her. The girl’s eyes flutter closed, her breathing heavy and ragged, as she feels the lust running through her body, she needs him, she needs to feel him all over her body, and he knows exactly how to drive her crazy. Simón looks up at Y/N’s face through his lashes as he keeps peppering hot, open mouthed kisses all over her skin, the eventual nip at her skin eliciting the most exquisit little moans from her slightly parted lips. Once he reaches her hip bones he takes a quick look down at her center and bites his lip muttering under his breath “fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me babygirl”. As Y/N’s eyes flutter open again to look at him, absolutely darkened by the need and lust in her, she sees him swiftly and expertly taking her lacey underwear off smirking “were you hoping to get laid tonight sugar? wearing this little black number” he doesn’t even let her think of an answer before he takes his face down to her already slick folds and he hums looking at her, so wet for him already “and I haven’t even touched you yet princess” he coos lowly, the rasp in his voice and his praising words doing an absolut number on her and she whines wanting more, needing more.

Before she can say anything, his tongue softly ghosts over her cunt, circling her already throbbing clit “Oh fuuck” Y/N cries out in a pathetic little whimper. Not that she had never touched herself, but this was way better, far more intoxicating and his tongue felt so good on her needy clit. Simón looks up at her through hooded eyes humming at her reaction, as he slowly traces a finger over her entrance before sliding it in and he moans feeling how tight she is around his digit, steadily and gently, he eases his way in her pumping his finger to the rhythm of his tongue. “P-Please Simón” Y/N whimpers through her moans. Simón pulls away just enough so he can talk “tell me babygirl, what do you want?” the redhead looks down at him, her hand tangled in his curls “more, you, I want….you” she whispers while trying to move against his hand needing more from him.

The curly haired guy stands up, needing nothing more from her to take the next step and nimbly takes the rest of his clothes off, his enlarged cock springing free as soon as he lowers his underwear. Y/N’s eyes immediately drawn to it, he quickly rolls a condom on before climbing back on the bed between her legs and looks at her “ok, this might be a tad uncomfortable at first, and if at any point you want to stop, just say so yeah?” the girl merely nods softly, unable to talk as all she can think about is Simón inside of her and as the older guy guides his shaft to her entrance letting it coat with her slickness, he leans down to kiss the spot right below her ear as he pushes in slowly, letting her adjust first. Y/N’s eyes flutter closed once again a high pitched hiccupy moan coming from her parted lips as she gets used to the intrusion, it kinda burns, but it’s the best burn she’s ever felt in her life, and she needs more; she bucks her hips gently towards his. Simón smirks sliding in all the way slowly whispering in her ear “so eager baby, who knew you’d be so insatiable” he chuckles lowly as he starts moving in an out of her grunting, as he feels how her tight walls perfectly take all of him and he knows he won’t last long. Too soon he feels Y/N’s ragged breaths and moans as she tightens around him.

“Simón…fuck I’m….I can’t” he smirks kissing her deeply before whispering against her lips “let it go baby, cum for me” and that’s enough for Y/N, she feels her orgasm take over her with his words and the way he feels inside her, her eyesight going black, feeling rush after rush of passion washing over her. Not long after, Simón feels his thrusts get more and more erratic as his own ecstasy takes over him and he collapses on top of his friend’s body panting, eyes closed and he knows….he knows Y/N is just too sweet to resist, and he knows she’ll be the death of him, the sweetest death anyone can wish for.

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Hello! How about praise, lingerie and cockwarming for heizou, dainsleif and beloved babygirl kaeya?

warnings nsfw

ngl i'm a visual person and a sucker for lingerie. all three of them would be fun to do in it, but tbh you leave me no choice. it's gotta be kaeya. my man might have no ass, but he has legs for days. thigh high stockings on *that*? absolutely obscene by itself. with his penchant for corsets, black leather and chains? borderline illegal. normally i prefer lace in lingerie, but i feel like it's not really kaeya's style.

a more structured leather look, not the boring straps on rings harness, but a pseudo-corset amalgamation of curved and angular shapes, with transparent mesh thrown in between. open back, the whole concoction hinges on the wide choker collar. narrow chains on the collar, over the shoulders, on the waist to loop over the hips, stockings transparent black with wide leather ribbons on top. there's probably a flimsy robe with the white fur trim over the whole thing, waiting to be thrown off. the overall look would be absolutely ridiculous and over the top on anyone else, except it looks incredible on kaeya. this whole thing is also exceptionally frustrating to actually deal with, as a metaphor to the disaster this man is himself, so much seemingly on display, but nothing is truly accessible and when you try to find how to open it up, its complicated and overlapping and you're not sure where are you even supposed to start. and kaeya is gonna be an insufferable tease and purposefully unhelpful too, all over you, arching in your hands, breathy delighted chuckle and whispering against your ear, dirty and aggravating. he wants to see what you'll do. do you have patience and self-control to actually figure out the clasps despite his provocations or do you just rip it open, betraying how much you can't wait to get to him? fascinating either way. (there's a secret third option to make him open it himself, but for that you need to know how to play your little incubus like a fiddle) in any case, some time later you should have him under you, spread and exposed, complicated leather pieces running askew, one stocking pulled down and the other having a tear, and he'll look ravished and exquisite at the same time, and it'll be worth it without doubt.

ngl my top thing to do to dain is actually lingerie, but you had to put kaeya in the same ask, so i'm gonna go praise for him i guess. i wouldn't say he's into service play per se, but he enjoys like. being given tasks that require self-control or endurance and then being praised when he completes them well, he's similar with diluc on that, but dain likes harder stuff and is much more experienced. so like, fuck his face without mercy, deepthroat, fingers buried in his light blond hair, pulling harshly, making him choke and gag helplessly, and then tell him he did good while he's trying to catch his breath on his knees in front of you, shaky hands wiping at the wet corners of his eyes

heizou - cockwarming, right in his office. the important thing is to make sure kujou sara is somewhere far on the assignment. otherwise, this exhibitionist little whore loves being seen sitting on your cock, not outright visible, but very fucking obvious from how he's squirming and trying to fuck himself, how ruffled and debauched he looks without you needing to even do anything, he'll get there himself with how he's writhing in your lap, pouting and begging you to finally fuck him. if someone scandalized actually manages to find sara and bring her to the office, heizou'll cover your exit like "you told me i can't wear collar that says "cockslut", you didn't say i couldn't BE one. how do you think 90% of my cases are being solved, huh??"

#rhine talks #rhine writes filth #sub kaeya #genshin smut #sub dainsleif #sub heizou

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