#i had to stop us off at that mark or otherwise i would both be overwhelmed by multiple fiction brainworms and also keep going until dawn
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ok reader x eddie having a casual conversation about sex, talking about what they're both into, leading to some smut??? just hearing what eddie's into sounds so hottttt (i imagine its filthy,, sorry)
ty for requesting! hope you like it!! — a failed date with eddie leads to a night in and several confessions (established relationship, mostly fluff, talks of sex but no actual smut 18+, 1.6k)
fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)
Eddie Munson is a hopeless romantic.
Not because he loves like it’s breathing (though some would argue otherwise), but because his attempts to be affectionate with you are complete and utter failures.
He had a whole romantic day planned. A late lunch, a quick walk, and then sunset at the park. Honestly, it probably would’ve been a pretty metal date if it was any day other than this one — the biggest flood of the whole goddamn year.
You got to the diner just fine but had to rush back to the trailer in the rain since he didn’t have his van. Thankfully, it waited to outright pour until he got you home. Now, his leather jacket — which you’d used as a makeshift umbrella — hangs beside the opened window to dry.
The orange autumn breeze rolls over your bare bodies like silk (because, of course, an innocent shower after getting drenched in the rain couldn’t not end in getting dirty again).
“Was all this just a ploy to get me into bed?” you tease, tracing the freckles on his back with the tip of your finger. “’Cause you coulda just asked, you know? I would’ve said yes.”
Lying flat on his stomach, Eddie laughs into his folded-up arms. His deep brown hair brushes his pale shoulders when he turns to look at you. His smile is swollen and rosy and crooked.
“You got me, princess. Making my girlfriend walk in disgusting weather was all a part of my evil plan.”
“I wouldn’t say it was evil.”
“No?”
“Sinful, maybe. Sexy, even,” you joke with a lopsided grin. “But no, not evil.”
“Is that so?” he lilts as he rises on his elbow to prop his cheek on his fist.
You shake your head and roll onto your back. Your eyes flit to the spotted ceiling. A smirk blossoms on your lips. “I feel like evil would imply that it was hurtful in some way. And that thing you did in the shower felt way too good to be evil.”
“What thing?” the boy wonders with pinched-together brows.
You shoot him a look. “You know…” you hum vaguely, expectantly.
“No. I don’t, actually,” Eddie laughs, mostly at himself. “I’m kinda dumb, in case you forgot.”
“You’re not dumb, Eds.”
“Stop being sweet. You’re deflecting.”
You concede with a small huff. “That… That thing. With your mouth. When you pressed me against the wall and— please, don’t make me describe it, Eddie,” you ramble, then cut yourself off to whine.
He meets your grimace with a boyish grin. “I don’t know. I kinda like hearing you talk about it.”
“I’ll die,” you deadpan.
“You’re so dramatic.”
His words are harsh, but his pink smile is kind. He kisses you with it after — a smacking peck to the corner of your mouth that migrates rather quickly. He sprinkles his lips along your jaw and chin and neck.
That’s where he lingers.
Eddie finds your pulse point and goes a half-inch higher, just like he did while he was fucking you against the shower wall. You nearly came the first time he kissed you there.
He sucks at the delicate skin until he leaves another faint mark. The feeling of his tongue and teeth on your newfound sweet spot makes your toes curl. It has you moaning out loud before you mean to.
His lips audibly smack when he pulls away.
“That thing?” he wonders, smiling down at you like he already knows the answer.
Your thighs clench together. Your bones are made of mush. “That thing,” you repeat in the affirmative.
“Well, if we’re sharing secrets…” Eddie singsongs, then leans in all close like he’s about to spill the latest gossip. His fingers spread out along your bare waist, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I really liked it when you got all mean.”
You hadn’t thought much of it, then — when Eddie edged you on the counter with his fingers and laughed when you writhed.
You didn’t even let him make it up to you after, just sucked him off and told him he wasn’t allowed to touch you. “Don’t cum ’til I tell you to, understand?” you’d said. “Or I’m gonna get myself off, and you’re gonna watch.”
He was a good boy for you, though, and you let him fuck you in the shower.
Your nose scrunches in muted embarrassment. “I wasn’t being that mean, was I?”
“No. I mean, you could certainly get meaner…” Eddie assures with a shake of his head, then grins as his fingers crawl up your ribcage. You fight back a shiver. “Which I think could be preferable from time to time.”
“So, you want me to be more… dominant?”
He shrugs a pale, freckled shoulder. “Yeah. Sometimes. I like watching you get all dumb for me, don’t get me wrong, but every time you get a little mean, I almost cum in my pants.”
The blatant confession makes you go slightly stupid. You just nod at him, lazy and unblinking. “Yeah. I can do that. You know, if that’s what you want.”
“I do want,” Eddie hums, matching your sloppy head shake. His nicotine-coated breath fans across your cheek. “Very, very much.”
“But not all the time, though, right?”
“No. Not all the time. Just… sometimes— when the moment’s right or whatever.”
“Sure…”
Eddie’s grin broadens when you trail off. A faraway look glazes over your eye. His brows raise expectantly. “What’s that look for?”
You blink rapidly as you descend from the clouds. Shaking your head, you dismiss him. “Nothing. Nothing— I just… I did kinda like not letting you come right away.”
“Yeah. Me too,” Eddie concurs, suddenly breathless.
Your gaze flits to his, mousy and twinkling. Your hands fidget above the covers. “And I kinda wanna try letting you cum and maybe… not stopping…”
Eddie’s eyes go wide. His mouth opens to respond, but he forgets how to speak. He barely remembers to breathe.
“Is that… Is that weird?” you ask, forcing a laugh at his unusual silence.
“No!” he blurts, sounding much louder in the honeyed quiet of his bedroom. “No, that’s… That’s really hot, actually. Like, really hot.”
He zones out just like you had. The imagery of it all makes his stomach whirl. He’s done it to you a number of times — brought you to the edge and kept on pushing you over until you pushed him away. But he’d never thought about ever doing it to himself till now.
Actually, there’s quite a lot of things he’s done to you that he might enjoy himself if he thinks about it.
The thought alone opens a world of possibility in his wild, wild head.
“Can I tell you about something I was thinking about the other day?” he wonders suddenly.
Though slightly startled by the blurted question, you nod. “Of course.”
His gaze flits away from yours. His hand fidgets at your waist, fingers softly scratching at your burning skin. “You know my handcuffs? The ones I clip on my jeans sometimes?”
Again, you nod.
“Well, I— I have the keys, you know? So it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if we— you know— if we used them…”
“On me?” you press, brows pinched in distant concern.
Eddie shakes his head immediately. “No. I know you don’t like that.”
“So… on you?”
“Yeah. Maybe. If you want,” the boy mumbles, suddenly shy in a way you’ve only seen a handful of times — including earlier, when he was begging to cum in your mouth. “I just think it could be cool, you know? Like, you could tie me up and just… use me. If you want,” he repeats.
“Use you?” you repeat with a soft laugh.
He shrugs. “Yeah. I mean, I don’t— I don’t really care about getting off as much as I care about you getting off, you know? I just… wanna take care of you. Want you to take what you want.”
You open your mouth to respond only to find that all words have lost meaning. Your brain is a jumbled mess of alphabet soup. So you just nod, dumb at the very thought.
Eddie’s hand rises from the covers. His palm settles warm at your jaw. His fingers smell faintly of sex as his calloused thumb smooths across your chapped lips. “You could, like, rub yourself on my cock. Get yourself off on top of me,” he murmurs lowly to you, a quiet and crooked grin pulling at his mouth. “Wouldn’t that be metal?”
“Yeah…” you answer with a sigh, getting lost in the daydream right along with him. “Wouldn’t put you inside me at first, either. Not until you’re begging for it.”
His smile widens. “Exactly.”
“Then I’ll ride you until you make me cum.”
Eddie nods, egging you on. He tucks his face into your neck, if only to conceal how ardently he’s blushing. He hides his pink cheeks between your jaw and shoulder and kisses you where he knows it’ll drive you crazy.
“Mhmm?” he urges, muffled.
You sigh a faint moan. Your fingers curl in his wild hair. You press your lips to his temple and continue. “And I’ll let you come, too. Eventually… But I won’t stop.”
“Fuck,” he groans into your pulse.
“Not until you’ve filled me up three times—”
“Oh, fuck…”
You tug at his hair with a soft, stern touch you think you could learn to master for him. His lips click faintly when he parts from you. He blinks down at you with glassy chocolate eyes.
“Something like that?” you wonder, feigning innocence with a sweet-sounding lilt.
Eddie nods, sloppy and stupid. He stammers. “Yeah… Yeah. Some—Something like that.”
#published by bug#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut#stranger things x reader#eddie munson#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fic#stranger things imagine#eddie munson imagine#stranger things fanfic#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things#stranger things smut#st drabbles#eddie spaghetti drabble#event: fictober!
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undertale has made me good in something and that is debating fictional time travel mechanics. Like. What the fuck. Why is that my major in fanfic writing.
#been on call with bestie for the last two hours and boy.#i had to stop us off at that mark or otherwise i would both be overwhelmed by multiple fiction brainworms and also keep going until dawn#cause it interesting‚ okay? it interesting but also dear god i love the idea of the physical-chemical-biological bleedthrough of timetravel#and also the political-environmental-actual methods#like. /gen what makes this the most beautiful thing in the world for me why is fictional timetravel my weakness#birdy if you read this i love you.#you may not realise from the fact that i was in listening mode becauss hoo boy the amount of fireworks in my brain
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DON'T BE FOOLED BY THE SILHOUETTE ── ʚ
summary- tighnari tries to fight his own rut for your own sake but fails miserably the moment you two are alone after dealing with some hydro fungi
characters- tighnari x gn reader
c/w- tighnari in heat, creampie, nsfw, overstimulation, oral sex, mating press position, semi-public sex(? (overall just nsfw) not proofread!
The work was done for the night. You checked every plant, every mushroom, every tree and part of the forest along Tignari throughout the day and when the moment of going back home came, problems appeared. It wasn't anything that you two couldn't handle, it's just that you were too tired and falling asleep on your comfy bed was the only thing pushing you to end the day. Apparently on your way home, while chatting with a really... awkward Tignari you encountered a group of hydro fungi next to the bridge that would lead you back safely.
You had also noticed that today, of all days, Tignari was more reserved and distant. You asked him a couple of times if he was alright of if he needed to chat but he bat it away with a "just some notes about the flora that I need to memorize, nothing to worry about" even though you could clearly see him wagging his tail every time you directed your voice to him. A slight tint of blush on his features, deep inhales when your body got closer to him and a look on his eyes that you would categorize as "predatory" made you think otherwise. And then, the hydro fungi accident occurred. As said, it wasn't hard to get rid of them, you were experienced with monsters of this type and the forest ranger was also used to encounter tons of different creatures like this. But what really pissed you off was when one of those bitches hit you with its bubble spit, soaking your clothes and leaving you wet before turning into ash.
“Ah, fucking great. Now I gotta go home soaking wet” you cursed under your breath so the botanist would not lecture you about language. But for your surprise, he wasn't even paying attention. He was so caught up in your silhouette, your curves and the clothes hugging your figure that he didn't noticed. His tail started moving sideways and he brought his own hand to his face.
"I cannot control myself anymore. I'm going to break if I don't do this". He thought, closing the space in between the both of you, gloved hands grabbing you by your waist and head falling on your neck, filling his lungs with your scent.
"Tig...nari? What are you-"
"I'm... In heat. I'm awfully ashamed to say it out loud but you're driving me crazy and I cannot wait any longer". His lips grace your skin, leaving short licks before sucking at it, creating red marks and bites that screamed 'mine' in his head. You were his. You were going to be his until he was done with you. Not that you cared about spending everyday with him.
Laying you down on a big leaf he started roaming your body, panting and muttering how good you smelled, your wet clothes now on the ground while he grinded his clothed erection against your sex, earning a surprised gasp from you along with a tug on his head.
If it was embarrassing to be doing that kind of stuff in the middle of the forest, why was it so amazing? The way your moans only fuelled him to go deeper into you, his fast pace breaking your mind and the multiple rounds leaving you with a sore throat. His cum would not stop dropping from your hole, he needed to breed you good, he couldn't be satisfied until he emptied himself in you. Not only that, your legs were pressed against yourself, gifting him with a stunning view of you. All fucked, cum dripping down your thighs and a sweet little voice asking for more.
“That's my love...I'll give you more and then we can go back home” he ushers you softly, pulling his cock back in again, making your head spin around like a love sick. And, as the gentleman he is, he'd clean everything up after. There's nothing more satisfying than licking all of your and his cum from you. Your already overestimulated sex can barely handle his tongue. But he's just helping, really! but he's also a tease. His eyes search your gaze when his tongue penetrates you for a moment, looking for another flinch or another tired moan. If he can't get a reaction from you he'll do it again, maybe even until you cum again for the nth time.
“You looked so good with my seed in you that I couldn't resist tasting you...”
#gn reader#izzuku#genshin imagines#genshin impact x reader#genshin smut#genshin impact tighnari#tighnari x gn reader#tighnari smut
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« remind me why I’m here again please? » your bestfriend renjun says as he takes his shoes off to enter your place
you told him to come extra early because as always you were nervous as shit and needed someone to vent to before meeting up with mark near the park
« renjun please stop taking the piss out of me before I get where you are and get violent » you say as you’re heading to the kitchen going to grab something to drink
« I am literally not making fun of you, also I haven’t completely made my mind up on whether I should ditch you or not so I’d watch it if I were you » your bestfriend says sitting on your couch
you watched amused from the kitchen seeing how comfortable he is around your place, it made you happy to see such an important friend to you ease so well into your living space
« you’re here because i gave mark flowers and never want to be alone with him ever again » you say handing him the glass of water
« you do realize that if you actually want something to happen with mark, you’re going to have to hang out alone with him even if you’re nervous about it » you bestfriend says sighing
« i don’t even know if I want something to happen with mark it’s all so… quick and scary you know? and also I have hung out with him alone before like right after my finals for example?? » you say throwing yourself on your couch to really emphasize the dramatic effect of the whole thing
« true, but anyway you’ve had a crush on mark- or sorry hallway crush on mark for like two years? and now that you guys are finally getting to know each other that’s when you wanna back off? » your friend says not really understanding you
« like you said, I’ve had a hallway crush on mark for a long time, it was fun pretending that he definitely looked at me and that he’s in love with me just because he glanced at my direction for a micro second. It would make me laugh so hard having mark in my vicinity and going to tell you guys about it saying how he practically proposed to me. But now that I actually got to know him, he’s nice and we’re friends and I get along with him. I don’t want to have an actual crush on mark where i seriously start to overanalyze whatever the man does to comfort me instead of the funny delusions i used to have. I don’t want to have an actual serious crush on mark because I don’t want to lose him as a friend. I thought I was doing a good job but that fuckass flower bouquet oh my god.. my hands were so sweaty and I was so nervous, I didn’t want him to think that I was weird and I was so scared and I feel like that’s not a reaction that I want to have when being with mark, I honestly don’t know where my feelings stand today and it’s not something I wanna find out. that’s why I need you here for support today » you rant to your friend not even bothering to look at him in case you start to actually get emotional or something
« can’t believe I’m only here to be your emotional support animal or whatever » renjun says getting up from the couch (probably to refill his glass)
« noooooooo don’t say that, you’re making me sound like an asshole » you say voice muffled as you’re hugging your friend from the back (or more like hanging off of him while he very painfully drags you to the kitchen)
« you are an asshole » he replies to which you only nod, it was fair after all.
« but whatever I’m here so unless I start to feel like a third wheel I’ll be by your side the whole time so you don’t have to worry, now go get dressed now cause otherwise we’ll be running late » renjun finishes
as you head into your room you softly smile finding comfort in the fact that no matter how badly this whole mark situation ends, you’ll still have your friends to back you up
you were standing next to renjun who was sitting on a bench complaining about the park that was- and i quote- a longer walk then what you told him. as you were about to speak to get him to shut up you hear both your names being called
« hi, I’m sorry I hope you guys didn’t wait for long » mark says
holy shit the man looked good. suspiciously so.
« no we just got here because the walk was THIRTY MINUTES and not fifteen like she told- » before your best friend could finish his sentence you put your hand over his mouth, you had ENOUGH
« renjun, i love you, really you know I do now PLEASE ENOUGH » you say as renjun puts his hands up innocently and mark laughs
« do you guys know what you wanna do? » mark asks to which you both shrug
you looked at your surroundings spotting a cool cafe that seemed cozy enough for you guys to stay in so you pointed at it and in a mutual agreement they both nodded
« so how long have you guys been friends? » mark asks you chuckle quietly seeing how hard he was trying to make this less awkward (it also reminded you of when he did that the first time you sat next to donghyuck)
« i don’t even know man, i only remember seeing his drawings and i was gagged, i thought he was the coolest person i had ever seen in my life… little did i know tho » you say earning an elbow to your side from renjun
« omg wait renjun i didn’t tell you… mark congratulated us for being in a relationship the other day » you say as mark immediately gets red and renjun looks at you in confusion trying to decipher if you want mark to believe that you’re dating him so he should play along or if he should tell the truth
« i’m sorry, it’s just the tweets, i believed you guys were dating.. man why would you tell him im so embarrassed now » mark says and before you could reply your friend bursts out laughing
« cmon now.. the thought of me dating you surely isn’t that fucking funny » you say cause why the fuck was he laughing that hard
« yes it is oh my god… yea no not in a relationship not now not ever » he replies as you just frown
« you know what? ningning would never treat me like that, i’m going to ditch all of you for other people i can’t keep being disrespected like that » you say, mark raises his hands up
« what did i do?? » he defends himself « you’re laughing!! » you reply to which he only nods
« so you take piano lessons? i’ve heard you play before and have a hard time imagining what you could possibly learn more » you say trying to make conversation
« no haha, i give piano lessons to a child, i do it here and there to make a bit of money » mark replies
« damn, maybe i should do something with my life to get a bit of money too, i’ll like babysit or something » you say more to yourself than anyone
« babysit?? i don’t think anyone in their right mind should trust you with their kid » renjun says
« i have to start somewhere though i mean look you sell your art, make gives piano lessons the fuck am i supposed to do?? » you reply sipping on your drink
« i’ve just got this crazy idea.. what if you like gave bass lessons? » mark says pretending to be enlightened because… duh? why would you consider babysitting when you can play the bass?
you just shrug at him because you weren’t in the mood for reassurance which you know would come if you told the two men you’re eating with that you couldn’t give bass lessons cause you’re not talented enough
as you were sipping on the (very overpriced but very good) drink you ordered you stopped for a second to watch your bestfriend and mark just being completely in love with each other. you giggled quietly remembering the whole speech renjun gave you about putting yourself out there to catch mark’s attention when as it turns out he’s the one stealing your man from you
« why am i third wheeling right now » you say with a smile on your face, this whole situation was just too funny
« yea, that’s crazy, i didn’t know we would get along so well. renjun, i was so intimidated when she told me you were coming » mark says
« i’m glad i’m here though, you really are nice i understand why jaemin and y/n like you so much » renjun says somehow emphasizing the fact that you ‘like him so much’
« cmon now i don’t like him THAT much let’s take it down a notch » you say defending yourself. mark was going to eventually figure out you liked him but it was definitely NOT today
« you’re so obsessed with me oh my god » mark says laughing
as you guys were heading out of the café (after multiple hours of you third wheeling) renjun turned to both of you guys. you expected the worst seeing his quick apologetic glance he threw at you
« guys i’m so sorry i’m gonna have to go but please by all means continue your hangout i wouldn’t want it stopping just because i leave i mean after all i wasn’t even supposed to be here in the first place » he said. he looked so apologetic you almost couldn’t get mad at him.
almost. because you knew him too well and knew for a fact that he did not have anything planned at all and was just ditching you guys to make you hang out with mark alone. how did you know? first of all the fact he so clearly insisted on the hang out not being over just because he left but also because of the small smile (more like smirk) he was so desperately trying to fight. asshole.
as he hugs you before leaving he whispers in your ear « you’ll do fine i’m sure of it, and if you don’t then i owe you for life or something » then he left. and suddenly you wanted to kill yourself
« you can leave if you want, i won’t tell renjun i promise » mark says looking..apologetic?
« huh? » you answer because why was he looking at you like that
« i know you didn’t wanna hang out alone with me and i don’t want to make you uncomfortable so you can leave » mark says not even looking at you anymore suddenly finding the ground much more interesting
« it’s crazy how big of an asshole i must be oh my god. i won’t leave though, not unless you want me to. i’ll be honest i didn’t want to hang out with you alone because i thought you would find me weird since i gave you a bouquet and i got nervous » yeaaa…. that’s definitely why yup!
mark bursts out laughing « that’s why?? dude i really loved the bouquet you shouldn’t feel nervous. and we’ve hung out alone before so bouquet or not you shouldn’t feel nervous with me we’re friends » he says putting his arm around your shoulder (you would’ve totally freaked out if the man hadn’t called you his friend right before doing that)
« i’m glad i got to meet renjun though, you guys seem close » he says removing his arm from your shoulder ( ☹️ )
« yea renjun is an amazing friend honestly i wouldn’t trade him for the world, he constantly reassures me and takes care of me i really wonder what good deeds i’ve done to deserve the man » you say
« sounds like you might have a little crush » mark teases
« nah, i love renjun to the core but it’s really not like that, he’s my twin flame my best friend, i’m just immensely grateful for everything he’s done for me » you finish your rant, mark only nods somehow understanding what you’re telling him
« oh there’s another park not far away let’s go » mark says
« im down » you answer
once arriving to the park, mark automatically goes to the playground, an action that made you chuckle a bit
« dude check out there monkey bars, i used to be so good when i was younger » mark says climbing on them
« really? i hated those so much i only went on the swings and slides » you answer while mark calls you boring
after three hours of talking (and playing) it was now getting late so you both decided to go home, with mark walking you there of course.
you were now in front of your apartment
« thank you for agreeing to go out with me today. i’m glad we’ve moved past the awkward stage of our friendship. thank you for the flowers again, you never fail to make me feel special, i hope one day i can make you feel that too » mark says
« duuuude you are special i’m not even doing anything. also i’m glad we’re friends too. and you need to stop thanking me for the flowers it was nothing » you answer
« maybe it wasn’t much to you but it means so much more than you could ever imagine to me. anyway i won’t bother you any longer, goodbye y/n » mark says
« bye mark » you say waving at him before closing the door.
you make him feel special.
35. third wheel
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also idk if anyone noticed (you probably did not) but not only a new mark nickname unlocked but also a new contact name?? ohhh these two are ADVANCING (i also had a full mental breakdown (almost cried) bc my taglist wasn't working and wasn't tagging anybody?? so ply tell me if it didn't work for youuu)
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𝔻ℙ𝕊 𝔻𝕒𝕥𝕖 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤
Type of date | Location | Are they romantic? | How much money will they spend | What happens after | Blurb
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𝔸𝕤𝕙𝕖:
Due to Ashe being, well Ashe. You’d think she wouldn’t do dates or much romance, but surprisingly yes! Much preferring calmer and simple dates.
Has set up your private room at her base, [Whether you live there or just visit] so she’ll set up in there.
She has very little experience, but with you she tries, and often succeeds. Flirts a lot, but you get all her real attention.
During her Deadlock days she’s gathered a pretty penny, and she’s willing to spend plenty of that on you. Even if you deny her, it won’t stop her.
Absolutely adores when you cuddle up to her, holding you back and closer. All the while making sure both of you are comfortable before falling asleep herself.
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Ashe’s day was rough, and returning to you made the world around her seen non existant. Able to fall into your arms and the many, many blankets. Tugging you closer into her arms as she got under them.
Quickly enough she noticed your breathing evening out, looking just in time to see your eyes shut. Only able to chuckle at that, she just arrived and you were already out like a light.
Leaning down to leave a gentle kiss on your forehead, pulling away, and in the dim lighting was barely able to see the mark she left. Her thumb brushed over it as she thought.
It didn’t take long for her to do it again. And again.
ℂ𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕪:
If he’s being honest here, he had and still does, no clue what to do. But likely he found something, and that was heading out for a drink and maybe some food.
Mostly takes you to some bars and a few pubs when hungry.
He tries, and comes off real smooth yet kinda awkward. (He hasn’t done this in a while.)
Has very little to his, nothing legally. So he won’t spend much of the little he still has, but he will steal anything for you. (Be the distraction, please.)
Still awkward, but now he’s calmed down a bit. He’ll walk you to your residence before asking for a second date.
***
“C’mon now darlin’, don’t let this old dog down.” There he went again. You weren’t sure what would happen if he had a few drinks, but definitely not a flirty drunk. But luckily enough he stuck with you no matter what.
Also meaning you were subjected to all his flirting.
“Cassidy, again, you brought me here.”
“Did I? I mean why wouldn’t I, a catch like you with me, obviously.”
𝔼𝕔𝕙𝕠:
She’ll adapt to what you enjoy, but if she was given the choice it would be a movie.
While she would prefer staying at home or base, wanting your time together to be, well together. Although she wouldn’t be against the movie theatre.
Has no experience. But throughout your time together and even before, she’s always learning, especially what you prefer.
It’s likely Winston finds out and gives her the money. Using that on snacks and tickets if needed. Otherwise most of it is spent on you.
Will walk you to your room before leaving, finding Winston or Mercy to talk about it.
***
“Echo!” Turning around to find Winston making his way closer, one hand was closed, holding something likely for her.
“Oh Winston!”
“I was informed about the date, and was able to gather these.” He dropped the things into her open ones, revealing plenty of money. Especially more than enough in notes to pay for anything needed.
“Thank you, I’m sure Y/N will also appreciate the help.” With that she floated off, on her way to your room. Now she had this, all she needed to do was confirm with you.
𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕚:
He’ll drag you to a nearby arcade. But if you’re up in Japan he’ll bring you to one he frequented as a child / teen.
Either place will be loud, bright and flashy. Unless you become uncomfortable with anything he’ll actually enough the kids.
Hasn’t really lost his spark, but due to his death and scarring he might need some help.
Has a bit more than needed, so he’s paying for the whole night. Please don’t try to argue with him.
Afterwards he’ll take you out for food, your choice.
***
Compared to the cold winds outside Genji’s metal hand felt warm, likely from your own heat. Never changing or letting go when you entered the arcade, only pulling you around the place.
And you’d think someone who fights for his life almost every day would be able to win at a basic claw machine, right?
Well you’d be wrong. You watched as he failed time after time before almost giving up, before he finally caught one. It was small and simple but he beamed at you while holding it towards you.
It was a cute [Favourite animal] that held a heart, and there were plenty of other animals inside. Once he realized, now not focused on yours, he was determined to have a matching one.
ℍ𝕒𝕟𝕫𝕠:
He’ll much prefer something calming but able to be sentimental, like painting together.
Depending on the activity you’ll either stay home or go to a private studio for the time.
Has very little experience, he tries by giving you gifts. (Please let him know it works.)
He will spend plenty of money on the tools and wood, willing to get anything for the date and you.
You’ll be walked back to your house / room, and when he gets back to his own he’ll place all your gifts onto their dedicated shelf.
***
The day was spent just silently hanging out together. He sat across from you doing his own thing, which used a few tools. All had been brought in a small bag. While you continued doing your own hobby.
About an hour goes by before he moves from his spot. Turning around to gain your attention, using his empty hand to open your own. As he did his face became red and he looked away slightly.
Only looking back to place the item in your open palm. Which turned out to be a small wooden bow that he just carved. But before you could pull your hand away he also placed a few more things next to the bow.
Revealing them to be smaller, also carved arrows. Each one had either your names or your initials engraved.
This man would be the death of you.
𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕜𝕣𝕒𝕥:
He’ll drag you into his workshop, whether you join him or watch he doesn’t mind.
As a criminal he can’t go very far, so you’ll stay in his workshop.
He fully believes he’s romantic, tries but ultimately fails. Has no clue what he is actually doing.
Jamison has almost none, but he can’t use it anyways.
Being secretive the whole time pays off, even if he almost blew it many times. Showing off his project while beaming.
***
For the first few hours you willingly stayed with Jamison in his workshop. But after a while it was clear he wasn’t going to let you see, so without him noticing you left. The rest of your time was spent sitting outside the room while you heard him working away.
Before you knew it he had left the room, almost rushing past you. Luckily turning around in time.
“Oi, why’d you leave?”
“Takin’ to long Jami.”
“Well don’t do that…” He started pouting while reaching into his pocket, pulling out a small box. Placing it into your hands.
“Go on, open it!” Which you would, except there was no way to. Spinning it around until you heard a ‘click.’ The lid opened revealing a small heart rising and spinning, made of scraps and crappily coloured in different shades of red.
“So?”
“I love it Jami.” Leaning over to give him a quick kiss.
𝕄𝕖𝕚:
She focuses on getting to know you rather than an activity or certain place, wanting you to do the same.
You’ll spend that with each other and away from the others, likely at her place or a nearby yet kinda private park.
Due to, you know, being frozen for years, she doesn’t have much experience, even before that but she tries.
The most she spends is on any food and drinks, but is willing to spend more if needed.
Not much, but she won't let you go until you accept the snacks she made for you.
***
It had been hours since you arrived at Mei’s place, and it was finally time to leave. But it was clear she didn’t want you to leave yet, though she wouldn’t stop you. Surely you have plenty of things to be doing.
As she watched you walk off she suddenly remembered her gifts, the cookies!
“Y/N, wait!” And you did, letting you grab what she needed before rushing out. In her hands were a container, only able to see when she got closer. It was full of cookies.
“I made these earlier, almost forgot.” She giggled as she spoke, flushing red.
“Thank you.”
ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕙:
She much prefers simple and calmer date ideas. Turns out building Legos is a good idea, one she should’ve done earlier.
She’ll have you both sitting in the living room, making sure you’re both comfortable as possible. With enough lightning and the tv as background noise.
Work has always gotten in the way of any romance she’s ever tried, so the only things she knows are from asking Ana. But she still tries, even if they cause her to flush red.
Is absolutely willing to spend plenty on different sets. She makes sure you can finish any set you want.
Helping you find the best placement for them. When you leave she takes pictures and sends them to Ana, fully prepared for any teasing from her.
***
When you entered the first thing you saw was another Lego set, it was from the botanical collection. Specifically the Orchids. All built and setting in a [favourite colour] vase. Footsteps pulling you from the scene.
In the doorway stood Fareeha, frozen while her face quickly became red.
“I can explain,” Stepping forwards as she spoke, taking your hands into her own. “I am aware we built some yesterday, but I saw these and they reminded me of you.”
ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕣:
Everyone assumes it’s a meeting, unaware (Except for Sombra) of what is really happening. Just you two spending quality time in silence doing your favourite activities.
He’ll have it set up in a private meeting room further down from the others, or invites you to his room.
Has plenty of experience (Had a wife) so he has learnt his love languages, being acts of service and quality time, although only with you.
Doesn’t need to spend any of his money but will buy anything you want or need for your hobby.
He’s a knitter, so before he leaves he’ll hand you the item he made. Please find him later for thank you cuddles, he will melt, literally.
***
A hand dropped onto your shoulder, if you weren’t a Talon agent it would’ve taken you down. But the metal claws gave away who they belonged to.
“Meeting room 6.” Smoke covered the area as he left, not wanting to stay around longer than necessary. Listening, you also left the area, everyone quickly became quiet.
The room's lights were off, the only light being a lamp behind him and the curtains pulled slightly open. Across the table sat Gabriel, gauntlets removed and thrown next to the yarn.
He was part way through knitting something, a stack of already finished squares. Just next to them sat the items for [activity], seemingly ready for you to start. And start you did, both of you sitting in silence for the next few hours.
𝕊𝕠𝕛𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟:
She’ll spend a few hours setting up the perfect movie night, snacks, blankets and a selection of movies or shows.
All this will be set up in your shared bedroom so neither of you will have to walk far for any reason.
She’s aware she’s trying to be romantic, just unsure if it’s succeeding. (It has been for a while.)
The only money she’ll need to spend is on the snacks, buying all your favourites.
Likely one of you two will fall asleep during your bingeing, with the other following soon after.
***
You were both on your 3rd movie after finishing a while 4 seasons of an old yet interesting tv show. But by now your eyes started to hurt from all the lights, and your eyelids were starting to shut.
You knew you couldn’t prevent yourself from falling asleep, especially when you were so comfortable. Vivian had set up everything, so she was aware this would happen and was prepared.
She let you lean onto her, wrapping her own arms around you. And when your eyes finally shut, breathing evened out she leaned over and gave you a quick and gentle kiss. Finally following shut, letting the movie play as background noise.
𝕊𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝟟𝟞:
He enjoys simpler date ideas, the chosen one being a walk in the park. Managing to find a quiet and pretty empty day.
While the majority of your time is spent in the park, he’ll take you to a nearby food place. Ice cream or anything else you might crave.
He doesn’t have as much experience as he lets on due to work, he knows what to do. Just a little awkward about it.
For the chosen dates he won’t need much but is willing to splurge a little during so.
If it’s late enough he’ll take you out to lunch or dinner.
***
The air gained a slight chill whenever it passed you, causing Jack to lend you his jacket, sticking close even then. Without realizing the end of the trail arrived, letting both of you stand outside the park.
He looks up before down at his watch, looking for the time. Apparently it wasn’t late enough to finish just yet, so he invited you out for lunch.
“How about lunch, I’ll pay?”
Of course you accepted, free lunch and time spent with Jack. A win-win situation.
𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕒:
She tries as much as possible to keep you away from Talon, so she takes you to a concert of your choice.
The stadium is large and unsurprisingly loud, but she makes sure you feel comfortable during all of this.
Is much more flirty rather than romantic, but can be romantic if either of you feel like it.
There’s no need for money when she has everything at her fingertips, although if you really want to she will.
She’ll ‘book’ you two a shared hotel room, putting off returning to Talon. Also wanting to spend time with you.
***
“Ángel~” Her voice would’ve shocked you if she didn’t already blind you with her hands over your eyes. “I have a present for you, and I know you’ll love it!”
The air became cold but only in parts around you. Although she didn’t move it seemed everything else had. The once silent air changed, people talking, walking, even cars were driving.
Her hands were removed revealing the new location. It was a stadium, but not for their normal sports game. Banners and posters showed your favourite band/singer, as they were playing here, today!
And Olivia brought you here, you needed to thank her somehow.
***
Ángel - Angel
𝕊𝕪𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕒:
She plans everything for a fancy dinner date, willing to compromise for something just as fancy but smaller for your comfort.
As long as the place is fancy to a certain degree and has food you both eat she’s willing to have a date there.
Her romantic won’t be noticeable to others, if so won’t be taken as romance. But she prefers acts of kindness, helping you with work and grabbing you things.
While she’s willing to spend a lot on you and your hobbies she does have a limit, although it is pretty high.
Afterwards she’ll have someone drive you both to your place, making sure you’re able to get inside before asking for a second date.
***
As the car slowed to a stop her hand lifted off yours, holding it during the ride. You knew not to open the door, quickly finding out her habit of opening it for you. Only doing it for you though, but neither of you would change that.
When the door was opened she reached for your hand, gently helping you out. Again, her hand didn’t let go of yours until you stepped inside.
“I hope you enjoyed tonight, as I want to ask for another.”
Of course you agreed.
𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕣:
She’ll take you to the movie theater to watch a movie of your choice.
Will go to the theater but also enjoys having home movie nights.
Often enough she’s interrupted by giggling, but she can and has been romantic.
She lets you see the amount, being enough for popcorn, drinks and the tickets. Before surprising you by buying you both some candy.
On the way home she’ll be ranting about the movie whether it was good or bad. When you both get home she’ll continue on while making sure you’re listening, that’s by trapping you in a cuddle session.
***
“C’mon Love!” Her hand had slipped and was holding onto your wrist instead, but she didn’t let go. The line was surprisingly short, only being a family and a few teenagers so you got to the counter quickly.
“What do you wanna watch?” A quick glance at the options revealed a few good ones, except one stood out.
“How about [Movie]?”
“Yeah, two tickets for [Movie] please!” She continued ordering, getting popcorn and drinks. At first you thought she wasn’t going to get candy, only after she ordered everything else did she get some. Both of you getting cups to choose your candy.
“C’mon then, can’t miss any scenes!”
𝕎𝕚𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕣:
As she is a known criminal she won’t be able to take you very far, but will go stargazing with you.
The chosen hill is far enough from the Talon base but still safe enough, especially when with her.
She tries to be romantic, won't ever be the best due to her transformation but she tries for you.
For any date there won’t be any need for money.
If you’re not part of Talon she’ll make sure you get home safe, if so then she’ll walk you to your room.
***
The air has grown cold, but never becomes freezing. Staying at a comfortable kind of cold, the kind Amélie had grown used to over the years so it didn’t bother her. Yet it affected you, you shivered slightly as if trying to hide it from her.
You should know better by now, when it comes to you she won’t miss a single detail. Wrapping her arms around you, pulling you closer. When you shivered ceased she let you return to watching the stars.
And instead of doing the same her eyes never left your figure. To her you seemed to shine brighter than those stars.
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CREAM SODA - JEON WONWOO
word count: 1.6k…
pairing: wonwoo x afab!reader (otherwise gender neutral)
synopsis: wonwoo comes home from practice needing some relief (not a lot of plot...but a lot of action iykwim...)
genre/s: smut, idol!wonwoo, softdom!wonwoo, bf!wonwoo, established relationship, domestic
warnings: nipple play, shower sex, petnames (literally just baby), begging, biting, marking, fingering, overstimulation, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (both receiving)
rating: r (18+), minors dni
a/n: the lyrics were absolutely insane for exo's comeback but it also had me ~imagining~ things for wonwoo so...here it is! thank you so much to @rose-likesto-write for being the beta reader for this fic!
Wonwoo opened the door as carefully as he could, only to see you sleeping peacefully on the couch. It was already past one in the morning, he was drenched in sweat and his whole body ached from dancing for hours.
“Baby, I’m home,” he softly announces to you. Seeing you stir awake causes him to smile lightly and caress your hair.
“How was practice?” You yawn, getting up to hug him.
“It was decent, nothing unusual. Are you sure you want to hug me though, I’m pretty gross right now.” He turns around to reveal the back of his shirt was soaked with sweat.
You ignore his warning and hug him, “It’s okay, I need to shower before going to bed anyway.”
He hugs you back before separating the hug and raising an eyebrow, “It’s so late and you still haven’t showered…how lazy.”
The tone of his voice was all too familiar, matched with the lust in his eyes. It’s evident that he wanted to have his way with you. “Guess we need to get clean then.”
You’re fully awake now, excited of what the night has to bring you. What Wonwoo will do to you.
“Already thinking about what I’m going to do to you, Y/N?” He teases you, nibbling on your bottom lip before kissing you deeply.
You both become solely focused on each other, making out sloppily while taking off each other’s clothes. Bumping into things was a given, you could only imagine the mess your place was with clothing sprawled out everywhere.
You finally get to the bathroom and Wonwoo wastes no time. He turns on the shower, pushing you against the shower wall as he starts kissing you again. The way that he was kissing you, you knew you’d be covered in marks. It didn’t matter though, he loved that the whole world would be knowing you were taken. Your quickened breaths could be felt as he continued to cover you in hickeys.
He knew your weak spots just like the back of his hand. The amount of pressure to apply, the touches and reserved focus on certain parts of your body, he memorized it all. His lips linger on your nipples, biting them just enough to be both painful and full of pleasure. You were in the palm of his hands, shaking from his touch. Wonwoo spreads your thighs open, “Look how wet you are for me.”
You can’t even muster a reply, overcome with pleasure from his affection. It was always this way whenever you had sex with Wonwoo.
He stops abruptly, much to your dismay. He grabs the washcloth and lathers soap all over your body. Wonwoo also notices your eager eyes as you grab the washcloth from him and begin to rub soap over his body in return.
You paid special attention to the area behind his ears, knowing touching them only made him more aroused. He tosses the washcloth aside and kisses you again.
“I need you, now.” You beg, hand reaching for his dick.
“Yeah?” He hums, continuing to leave marks all over your body, “How bad do you need me?”
You kneel down, opening your mouth and stretching your tongue out to show him.
He finds you cute the way you wanted to pleasure him just as much as he pleased you.
You take his dick into your hands and look at it in admiration, never getting over his size. You used your tongue to play with the tip before fitting as much of him as you could in your mouth. He was hard and thick which only turned you on more. You loved the taste of him.
He placed his hand gently behind your head and held himself in place with the other hand on the shower wall. “You can handle more of me, can’t you?”
You attempt to say yes but it comes out muffled due to him being in your mouth. He slowly goes farther in, fucking your mouth.
“You look so hot with my cock in your mouth, Y/N.”
You continued giving him head until he pulled out and released onto your face.
Looking up at him with swollen lips, teary eyes, and his load on your face you ask, “How was it?”
“You did so fucking good, baby. Should I give you a reward?” His low voice asks, helping you up onto your feet. He cleaned your face up with water.
You nod fervently, “Yes please, Wonwoo.”
He turns the shower faucet off, deciding that the shower was too small for all that he wanted to do to you. Neither of you bother with grabbing a towel to dry off and he pushes you onto your shared bed.
He trails his fingers down your wet body slowly, sending chills. By the time he puts his fingers inside you, your body was already on fire. He goes at a steady rhythm, enjoying the overindulged expression on your face.
You reach for anything to hold on to, foolishly grabbing his hair. That doesn’t stop Wonwoo from fingering you, instead he uses his free hand to grab both of your wrists and pinned them above your head.
“Did I say you could move freely, Y/N?” His question could barely be heard as you experienced pure ecstasy from his touch. “Do I have to ask again?”
You shake your head no, unable to form a proper sentence. Each time he rammed his fingers into you, the heat inside you built up more. You weren’t sure how much longer you could take it.
Moaning his name was enough to get him to look up with a sly smirk, knowing your voice when you were close to your limits. Without a second to waste, he pulls his fingers out, depriving you from any possible orgasm.
“Wait until I give you permission.”
Your whole body trembles, trying your best to follow his order. Raggedly you whine, “Please, Wonwoo, I need your fingers in me again.”
“All pretty saying please…you’ve earned it.” He curls his fingers into you again and you instantly reach your climax. He rubs your thighs supportively, helping you work through the orgasm. Your mind went blank besides the image of Wonwoo being vivid.
“Y/N, do you deserve more?” He watches you catch your breath, having more planned for you.
You were still panting, but craved more. Your eyes fluttered open, “Yes, please.”
Wonwoo smirked and laid soft kisses on your torso before continuing. You sprawl out again, preparing for whatever he was about to do.
He skillfully used his tongue on your clit and squeezed your ass before sliding his tongue in you. You writhe under the new stimulation on your lower body. Clutching the sheets in your hands, your moans grow louder as you’re completely at Wonwoo’s mercy.
Intoxicated with the taste of you, Wonwoo’s grip around your thighs tightens more. He takes a break from eating you out and looks up at you dazed, “I just know this tastes too good to be healthy.”
Wonwoo loved eating your pussy. Drowning in your juice, he ate you out like it was an animalistic instinct of his. Your bodies grinded together in harmonization. Each time you squirmed he would move his tongue in a different direction, making you arch your back again and again. He gave you no time to recover and before you knew it, another orgasm came. You clenched your thighs together out of reflex, but Wonwoo loved it. Loved the way you wrapped his head between your thighs so much it only made him more excited. He continued to eat you out, even as you came.
“Do you have enough strength to get on all fours?” Wonwoo’s question snaps you out of your bliss, knowing the main event is coming. You reposition yourself on the bed, having Wonwoo watch each move hungrily.
He puts his hands on your hips and looks down at you with soft eyes, “Y/N, do you want this cock in you?”
Your head is facing the headboard, a sight you were too used to, “Use me all you want.”
The sound of your gasp fills the bedroom as he fits his entire length into you. You roll your hips into his cock, legs still feeling weak and Wonwoo was to blame. You could feel yourself pulsing around his cock, so sensitive that anything he did would make you lose your mind.
“Good baby, so tight for me. Who owns your sweet pussy?”
“You, Wonwoo! I’m all yours and only yours,” you whimper as your eyes roll back.
Your words turn him on even more and he leans down to kiss you tenderly before thrusting faster.
“I’m about to…” Wonwoo groans, unable to contain himself.
“Fill me, fill me with all of you.” You plead, about to come for the nth time of the night.
Your words send Wonwoo over the edge and he does one final thrust, filling you with him. His eyes close in pure euphoria as you clench around his cock. He pulls out and appreciates the view in front of him.
Wonwoo loved seeing his Y/N being left a mess. Hair disheveled, covered in sweat, and panting. He falls onto bed next to you, exhausted.
“I love you,” Wonwoo sighed, caressing the side of your face.
“I love you more,” you exhaled, caressing his face as well.
Wrapping his arms around you, Wonwoo’s fingers tapping against your shoulder as you nestled your head into his chest. You both laid in bed, unable to sleep but needing to rest after your strenuous night. After about thirty minutes, his bulge could be felt against your ass as he held you.
“Not tired yet?” You tease him knowingly.
“Looks like we’ll need another shower,” he smugly replies.
Tonight was going to be a long night, not that either of you minded.
#caratwritersclub#k-vanity#kpopccc#klabels#kwritersworldnet#wonwoo#wonu#jeon wonwoo#seventeen#svt#wonwoo x reader#wonwoo oneshot#wonwoo smut#jeon wonwoo x reader#seventeen smut#svt smut#svt x reader#kmgkmgoriginal#joann if u see this.. no u dont <3#should i write more smut? 😋#included a lyric from exo's cream soda if u can spot it ;)
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Idk if you heard or seen the main part of Nobody Knows by Kiss of Life but I can’t stop thinking about Chan or Hoshi finding their non!idol S/O learning the dance for it. It would go from admiring their attempts to immediately wanting to bend them over the nearest surface and no one can tell me otherwise. 🥵
i actually haven’t seen it until i looked it up just now! (sorry anon you probably think i’m so silly for not knowing lmfao i don’t keep up with things like i should </3)
no but i just watched it…that choreo is HOT. goodness gracious. they would go crazy over that i’m sure.
they’d walk into one of their practice rooms and see you there, and upon seeing them you’d excitedly tell them you were practicing something. they’d be quite surprised, but excited to see what you had to show them. you’d show them what you learned and they’d be SPEECHLESS. they’d think you’re the cutest person alive. both of them would be so proud of you for learning something new! but oh would they think some dirty shit…they were already attracted to your body but after seeing you move like that?
i feel like dino would be a flustered little baby. you could definitely tell he was turned on by his flushed cheeks. he’d try to hide it, stuttering out what a great job you did and how proud he was of you. you could still tell he was flustered though <3 he’d do his best to forget about his hard on, but you’d just keep teasing him and you’d end up pressed against the studio mirror while he fucks you from behind ;( he’d get lost in your heat, completely forgetting that you two were in a public place. you’d both leave little smudged handprints on the glass, and afterwards channie would use his shirt to try and wipe off the prints </3
but hoshi…oh lord that boy would be shameless. he’d beam at your cute attempts and give you the sweetest compliments. he’d wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close in a seemingly innocent gesture, pressing little pecks to your cheeks. but then his kisses would travel down further, becoming more needy as he drags his teeth along your neck. he’d tug at your clothes, red marks blooming on your neck from his lips against you. you’d practically yank each others clothes off, scattering them carelessly. he’d fuck you on the floor like an animal in heat, not even caring to go somewhere private. he’d just want you so bad he’d be willing to take you on the hard cold wood </3
#seventeen smut#thoughts#seventeen#smut#svt imagines#svt smut#hoshi#dino#kwon soonyoung#soonyoung smut#lee chan#dino smut#mountainficss
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UNBELIEVABLE
KATSUKI BAKUGOU X CHUBBY READER
Mentions: Club, Virgin reader, Alcohol, Jealous kats, Fluff
Reblogs are appreciated <3
“ It’s unbelievable. I can’t believe she said yes! Ugh she’s the best” Kirishima said with his heart full of love. “Yeah Yeah Yeah we get it you have a girlfriend. Quit rubbing it in.” Denki replied, rolling his eyes. “ The rest of us are single as fuck.” Sero said. You felt defeated as well.
You like Katsuki Bakugou. Sure he’s loud, explosive, crazy, has a hard time expressing himself, and is reserved but you like all those and more traits are very cute. You know he has his own little ways of saying thank you, sorry, or that he cares. You like the way he laughs and smiles, which is rare. His cooking is amazing. You love the way he always pushes forward and doesn’t allow anything to stop him. You’re basically head over heels for this man. Little did you know he likes you just as much as you like him. It is so insane how neither of you knows it. The girls tell you and you always say “ You guys don’t make me delusional.” You thought that way because you didn’t consider yourself beautiful. You’re a chubby girl. You hate your stomach fat. You hate the stretch marks. You hate when you sit down, your fat rolls. Katsuki thought otherwise. He loves your stomach rolls, He loves the way your costume shows off your thighs. He thinks your stretch marks are cute. He always says he wants you to squeeze his head in between your thighs. He knows there's so much more to love. He wants and needs you so bad. He is willing to do anything for you to be his girlfriend. He's on his knees at this point.
As time went by you did notice yourself spending more time with him. He threw hints at you. You did miss a few but then connected the pieces later on.
“ Hey!! Come on dance with us!!!” Mina yelled over the loud music. You took your last 3 shots. “ Finally girl !!!” Momo yelled. You had 2 horrible weeks. You were desperate to have time off and have fun. You were all dolled up. You straighten your hair and put on simple makeup. The dress you wore was a bit short. It hugged you beautifully. The heels made you look even more sexier. Some guys were checking you out. Including Katsuki. You finally let yourself free. You danced like no one was there. Mina and Momo danced with you. A guy dances up behind you. He placed his hands on your waist. You couldn’t give 2 fucks. Katsuki was losing his mind. He was so jealous his small explosions said it all. The guy ran his hands down to your thighs. “When are you going to confess to her!? You’re dying right now! Go claim her!” Izuku said, smacking his head, over the loud music. Usually Katsuki would blow up at him but he was so focused on you. The topic. “ What if I just make her drift away!?” Katsuki asked. “Oh wow. I didn’t know that Katsuki Bakugou was such a loser!” Izuku said, knowing exactly what he was doing. “ Yeah what a pussy!” Kirishima yelled, pushing Katsuki’s button. He went to the dance floor and gave the guy a nasty stare. He was getting way too handsy. You only allowed it because you want experience. You’re a virgin, You never had a boyfriend before, zero dates, you haven’t even had your 1st kiss yet, you just started drinking like a month ago, and this is your 3rd time at a club. You dancing with a guy and a bit sexually is NEW. The man stood his ground against Katsuki. That didn’t stop the explosion boy. He leaned down to your height and kissed you. You gave in and kissed him back. The guy saw how you guys were making out. He left. You knew it was Katsuki you were making out with even though you were drunk. You danced the night away. 4:25am hit. “ Let's get out of here pretty.” Katsuki said. You nodded. When both got to his apartment it got crazy. He pushed you against the wall after he closed the door and locked it. You made out like it was the last time you’d see each other again. “ Mhm fuck.” He said carrying you up stairs. He set you on his bed. You giggled as he took your heels off. He smiled at your drunk self. Now Katsuki knows you're inexperienced. “ Kkaattss!” you yelled. “Yeah I’m here,” he replied. He respectfully was babysitting you as you showered. He stood facing the wall asking if you were good. After drying up and changing into clothes he lent he blew dry your hair and soon after that you were laying on his bed. Still drunk. He was surprised how you even managed to shower thoroughly. He then took his time to take a nice warm shower. “ Kats!” you laughed like an idiot then suddenly went quiet. Once he was changed he turned the lights off and got into bed. “You good?” he asked, playing with your hair. “ Wish. You- were h-herruu actuchily.”you said slurring your words. You touched his hair gently. He pecked your forehead.
The following morning you woke up to him holding you. “K-Katsuki?” you questioned. “Yeah?”he replied. “W-what am I doing here?” You lifted the sheets, fully clothed. You sighed in relief. “We didn’t do anything…It’s unbelievable,” he replied. “ What is-are you calling me a slut? That I’m easy or something!?” you said you were upset. “It’s unbelievable that you’ve always been in my heart and in my mind. Now you’re waking up here in my bed. You’re mine.” He replied holding you. You blushed. “ I like you so much, kats.” you confessed. “I like you so much Y/n.” he replied. You both felt complete and happy.
Why don’t we- unbelievable
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Imagine garrick tavis×reader where the reader gets hurt during a training and garrik is so worried about it and they have a little fight
Right... this is not exactly as the ask but... blood and deaths. That's all.
My terror
He trusted you. Trusted you with parts of his mind that he only granted to Xaden at times. You had been a loyal ally from day one. Sticking around the small group of marked ones even if you weren't a part of them. But you had fought on their side more than once and when Garrick picked you to be his second in command no one dared to question it. It was an obvious pick for the most part even if Bodhi and Xaden hadn't missed a beat at teasing Garrick for it.
"Give it to me", his voice was low and smooth as he stopped right by your side, glancing over the packed training room. You didn't even flinch, used to his quiet presence, a skill to move without a trace. "Pathetic, absolutely pathetic", you sighed with frustration, "I think they will die over their clumsiness". The hand-in-hand combat training had started and Garrick had tasked you with handling it this year.
"Two of them were sent to healers and they haven't even stepped onto the mats", you turned to him, flashing him one of your fake smiles but Garricl saw right through it. "Maybe put off the test for next week", you muttered, "Cause, I can't promise...", "What I see here today doesn't have a direct impact on how I see you", Garrick replied sharply. He knew that you were never one to fish for compliments. You had earned his respect with action not pretty words. "I'm the one...", you started again, "Who's on my right side", Garrick finished and your eyes softened instantly. "And will be taking a leave for the rest of the week. I'll smooth it over. You have nothing to worry about". you frowned at his words, "I don't need a break", "The permanent frown lines between your eyebrows say otherwise", Garrick smirked when your fingers reached up to run over your forehead. Once your eyes met him you nudged him with an arm, shaking your head, "Go back to scowling, Tavis, before Bodhi has another breakdown over you having feelings". Just the funny thing was that he had feelings. All are neatly secluded for you. "That looks like his problem, not mine", he muttered. Letting his eyes linger on you for one more moment before his angry gaze fell back on the room.
It was pathetic that you hadn't been wrong about it. Garrick had questioned how at least half of the group had even made it here. Messy punches. Hunched backs. Knife clattering to the ground. Whimpers. And the maker above kill him even tears. But Garrick hadn't intervened. Standing still in his corner. Arms folded over his chest. If he was being honest he had given up on monitoring the cadets after the second fight. Since then his eyes have been on you.
You were his little terror for a reason. There was always something about the way you handled yourself. How your eyes would flicker. To others, it was nothing but coldness. But Garrick was more than aware of the deterioration and passion that lay behind it all. You both were similar in more than one way. Had learned to read one another. To the point were you didn't even need to say a word. It was clear as it was. And now it was clear that you were loosing your composure. You were tired and suddenly Garrick felt a ting of guilt running through his chest because he had been particularly busy with the revolution and had left most of the wing duties to you. And, yes, you handled them perfectly but you were also a human and one that had reached its limits.
"Again", your voice ripped the silence making Garrick blink. "Pick it up and go again", you pointed to the dagger on the floor. The cadet glared back at you. The guy was bigger than you but nothing you couldn't handle. You handled worse. You knew how to look after yourself. Yet Garrick felt his senses perking up. His demons stirring inside him. Careful, he thought, pick your next move carefully, bud.
"You've gone deaf or something? Pick. It. Up", you kicked the cadet's dagger towards him. The guy's face twisted with anger. You were making a spectacle out of him. Laying out his weaknesses for everyone to see. He thought that you were no doubt playing on your rank. While in reality, it was his fragile pride that shined bright. You were offering others an advantage. If only they had enough brains to realize that.
"You huff and puff but you are worthless. With skills like yours...", you cut off shaking your head as your eyes fell on the rest of the group. "You'll be dead in no time. Cause no one will wait for you to get up on the battlefield. You're down. You're dead". While the rest stood there with their heads bowed or at least with some form of realization in their eyes. The piss poor chap thought he was going to prove his point.
Garrick failed to see it quick enough too. Too enamored by you. Only when the knife was flying towards you did his mind catch up as to what was happening. Right to your left shoulder. For the first time, the aim was perfect. Garrick's insides shrunk, bile raising. He knew he wasn't going to cross the room quick enough. A warning shout was painting his lips when you finally turned back.
Your hand wraps around the blade stopping it in its track. You didn't even flinch. The victory died in the cadet's eyes, replaced by an ashy paleness. "You made a poor choice", you said through gritted teeth as the first drops of red blood ran down your palm. "Do you know what happens to people who make poor choices?", you asked with a smile. Garrick could see the flames that ran though you heating up your skin. The cadet swallowed thickly. "Say hi to Malek from me", Garrick knew the outcome before your words even got the chance to flow through the room. He doubted the cadet even had a chance to hear your last words. Shouts erupted. Screams. A loud thud as a body fell to the floor with a knife planted right in the middle of his neck.
"Dismissed", Garrick's voice cut through the chaos, "All of you out". And where everyone was rushing away from you, Garrick stepped forward. "By any chance forgot about the rule of not killing your squad?", his tone was venomous as he gripped your elbow, turning you away. Your hand was drenched in your blood, the slashes were screaming to be sowed. "I didn't...", you muttered, eyes darting back to the body laying limp. He should have stepped in sooner. He could tell that you were loosing the battle in your head. Garrick caught your chin quickly, "Self-defense, darling. I'm more pissed that you didn't leave him to me. wouldn't have been so merciful". Ripping a piece of his shirt, Garrick wrapped it over your palm in hopes of stopping the bleeding at least somewhat.
"You can't defend me. This may get you killed too", you pushed back, shaking your head. "He struck first. I would have had him in bits by the morning regardless", Garrick breathed out. "You can't...", you started, but he cut in quick, "Can and will. He had an intention to harm what's mine. And you're my terror", A gasp slipped past your lips at his words, "I hate when others think that they can mess with something that's mine". Your fiery eyes looked up at him. You knew what his words entailed. You knew the power of them. Feeling the flames easing at the side of your only source of peace.
"You're with me?", Garrick's tone had become more soft, his eyes truly to gaze through the shields with you. "I've always been with you", you muttered. You saw a flash of something you haven't seen before skimming through his eyes before Garrick nodded. "Clench your palm into a fist for me. Up against your chest and press", it was an order and you knew it. "Can you walk yourself to the healer?", you knew he was referring more to you loosing control then the bleeding even if you could see his jaw tensing at the sight of it. You nodded. Garrick followed suit. "Good", his lips pressed against your temple, "I'll meet you there".
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hello, I was wondering can you write a levi headcannon for what he does for aftercare? I’ve read so much of the smut I want something different but the same I guess haha, not sure if you’ve done this before :)
HI I KNOW THIS REQUEST IS FROM JUNE AND TO MAKE UP FOR THE LONG WAIT I TURNED THIS INTO A ONESHOT, HOPE U LIKE 💕💕 if you would still like a headcanon version, feel free to send a follow-up request :3
Fucked Out | Smut and Fluff Oneshot
✧ word count ➼ ~1.3k
✧ notes ➼ smut at the beginning, MDNI, mean dom!levi, afab!reader, fem!reader, soft!levi doing aftercare, fluff
✧ content/warnings: rough sex, gagging, bondage, whipping, creampie uwu
The only real sound that could be heard over the sound of skin slapping skin as Levi continued to snap his hips into yours were your muffled cries. He was currently fucking into you from behind with his hand on the back of your neck to hold you in place. All of the sounds he was pulling out of you were muffled by his cravat that he had tied around your head as a gag.
You just creamed onto his cock again—you had lost count of how many times he had brought you over the edge. He just knew your body that well. You were getting more overstimulated every time, prompting you to pull harder against the belt that currently tied your wrists together onto the bedpost.
He was fucking you stupid and you were doing nothing but whining and drooling into the gag. Tears were forming in the corners of your eyes over how intense your orgasms were getting.
You felt your pussy clenching up around him again, as if you were trying to suck him in, as he picked up in speed, breathing more erratically as he approached his own climax.
Levi almost collapsed forward onto you, using his hand that was on the back of your neck to press up against the wall so that he could hold himself up as he fucked you through his own climax, barely audible whimpers escaping his throat as he let you milk him dry.
After a brief moment of just laying with his chest against your back as he steadied his breathing, he pulled out his now softening cock, grunting from the sudden movement, still being sensitive from his fresh orgasm. He watched as his cum oozed out of your dripping cunt and down your thighs.
You were beyond disoriented and fucked out. You asked him to fuck your brains out, and that was exactly what he did, being the ever diligent soldier that he was. You slowly opened your eyes again as you felt Levi roll over next to you, beginning to untie the belt that was binding your wrists to the bedpost, pulling apart the knot he had tied the ends of his cravat into so that the gag fell from your mouth.
As soon as the cloth fell from your lips, you gasped as you took in a sharp breath, able to finally breathe properly again.
Levi pulled you in as you collapsed flat onto the bed, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. He tucked your hair behind your ear, feeling both a sense of pride and adoration at how absolutely elated you looked.
He pulled himself up, sitting and immediately placing his hand around the red lash marks that littered your thighs and ass. He had been using the belt to whip you for being a brat throughout the day before settling with tying you up with it after you began to desperately beg for his cock.
"Too much?" he asked softly, gently running his thumb over the marks to gauge how much it still hurt.
You shook your head, still breathing heavily, but otherwise didn't respond.
He scoffed, mostly because he was able to see that you were trying to respond.
"How fucked out are you?"
You whined, forcing your eyes open and pouting at him once you saw the amused glint in his eyes.
"Wonder who's fault that was," you grumbled.
"That your way of telling me to stop?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, although the question was genuine.
Upon seeing that you were struggling to answer, he patted your ass before crawling up off the bed, drawing a quiet whine out of you at the lack of warmth.
He came back fairly quickly with a warm towel in hand, beginning to wipe off some of the sweat and cum that had gathered on your tired body. He gently dabbed the towel at your inner thighs and massaged the area around the lash marks, just to be sure that he didn't go too hard, even if you said that he didn't. He had to be sure.
The frown lines usually present around his eyes softened as he looked over at you again, noting how hard it was for you to stay awake.
"...just saying..." you mumbled as you shook your head. "...if you're going to fuck my brains out...might as well own up to it..."
You trailed off as you lost the battle in fighting to stay awake.
"Hey," Levi gently called out, muttering your name as he shook you awake. "Let's get you cleaned up before you pass out on me, yeah?"
A subtle smirk formed on his lips as he heard you mumble something about needing five minutes to catch your breath. He knew that was a lie and that you were going to straight up fall asleep.
Instead, he took those five minutes to draw a bath for you, filling the tub up with warm water, running the water over his hand to make sure it wasn't too hot.
Once he looked over at you again, he saw that you had indeed passed out, and could even hear you gently snoring when he walked back over to you.
He placed his hand on your shoulder and gently shook you again. You were only able to respond with a whine once he tried to get you to get up.
"You're such a pain in the ass," he grumbled with a groan before gently looping his arms underneath your knees and your back, picking you up, and walking you over to the tub.
A relaxed sigh fell out of your lips as you were gently submerged into the warm water.
It was hard enough for you to stay awake at baseline, but the warm water in addition to how gentle his touch was as he bathed you threatened to pull you back under again. You'd feel him occasionally shake you again to wake you up, not wanting you to fully fall asleep while submerged in the bathwater.
Part of him felt bad for wearing you out this much, so he didn't feel particularly bothered about getting you cleaned up as you were half-asleep. He was the one that put you into this state after all.
After drying you off, he picked you up again and brought you back over to the bed, tucking the blanket around you, making sure that you were comfortable.
Any further efforts to stay awake left your mind, and you were fully asleep by the time that he came out of the shower, and his showers were not particularly long.
Although you were asleep, you felt yourself wrapping an arm around him as soon as he laid down in the bed next to you. He pulled you further in, resting your head against his chest so that you were able to hear his heart beating.
You were mumbling something in your sleep, but it was incomprehensible. Your grip on him was strong and you buried your face further into his bare chest, a content 'hmm' coming from your throat as you smelled the bodywash that he had used just a few minutes ago.
He ran his fingers through your hair, clearing some strands from your face so that he could see you better, and your calm state elicited a small smile out of him.
Levi planted one last small kiss on the top of your head, also being pulled under, elated, as he slept with you in his arms.
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Yandere Reader × DOL
Warning: Extreme Content, unsafe sex, Crazy Reader
Bailey - Eden (M), Sydney, Ivory, Whitney, Kylar - Mason, Avery, Harper, Alex, Wren, Great Hawk, Black Wolf, Robin
Bailey's boobs! Eden's boobs! These 2 squeezeing your face! DIE! HAPPILY!1!1!
"What are you doing? I'll be charging you for this." Bailey spat as he watched you sucked his tits, hands groping it like a squishy. Eden on the other hand lets you use his tits as some sort of pillow. Ah... heaven... bless.
Sydney's anal bead, I'll squeeze it down your throat instead of using it as a rosary!
Sydney's hand gripped yours tightly as you used the anal bead inside their throat, fuck, they didn't expect this at all. Please, don't stop. Better yet, use your hand or your cock/strap-on on their throat now!
"Mwooh... mhoreeee....!"
Ivory's Necklace, right, fuck you wanna do if I swallow it whole?
"Get it out..." Ivory throatfucked you as their hands and tentacles choked you, "get it out right now, fuck, get it out!" Actually, you doubt they were throatfucking you to get this shit out. They were just trying fuck their cum out.
Walking Whitney
Whitney and a leash on your hand, no, not a leash to you but to them! Crawling the school hallway naked, how did it feel like to have the table turned now? Oh... look at how turned on they are, "fucking slut, you like people seeing your sex hmm??"
"Shut up..." they growled back but the trail of cum they left said otherwise ♡
Kylar and Mason the undies sniffer
Look at them. You understand if it's Kylar but Mason? Really? Sniffing your undies while you were swimming?
"K-Kylar did it! He did it first!"
"That still doesn't change the fact that you are a teacher. Oh, aren't you a perverted one? Just how down bad are you to the point you are caught sniffing with this," you pulled Kylar by his hoodie, "damn fucking loser who jerks off to my picture?"
"Uuu... you look so cute in that jacket so..."
Avery and alcohol
Fuck, you are sick of them raging at you every now and then. So? What to do? You eyed on the alcohols they got for the two of you and...
Crash
You hit their head with it. Just before they could say anything, you forced the alcohol down their throat, burning it. Just as you noticed they were wasted from the hit and burning sensation, you stripped them down and,
"I think you'll look great with your hole stuffed with this," you showed them a bottle of alcohol, "I don't give a shit about safe sex, feel free to have a check with Harper soon."
Doctor Harper...
Harper groaned as you plunged yet another syringe into their arm, the content? It's empty. Better be empty than fill it in with the drug they would use on you right?
"I bet it feels good, getting injected here and there right you fucker?"
Wren the smuggled
"Ehehe~ look at you~ so adorable in my bag, all tied up hm?"
The smuggler had been smuggled. Fuck, you were so going to enjoy fucking them while charging everyone fortune just to watch you fuck them dumb.
Milking Alex~!
Oh, the farm was growing. Look at it, the milk production got better in both quantity and quality! As expected of Alex! Now, it's time to milk Alex with your mouth and hand again!
Great Hawk the terrored
"Come on now, walking is better than flying right?" Great Hawk whimpered as you handed him his daily food. You caressed his bandaged wings that you broke with your own hands. "Good boy~ now eat, you'll need the energy to mate."
Black Wolf, awooooooo
Black Wolf did so as you fucked him dumb. What a pack leader he is, a great breedable alpha all along.
Robin, burn your fat down.
At this point, they were probably either traumatized or suffered from the masochist traits. Look, look at those marks ♡ how many times have you whipped the fuck out of them? It'll help burning down some of the fat they had.
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The To-Do List
Alec x Fem!Reader x Jane
Summary: Alec and Jane have been more annoyingly clingy than usual, and won't take no for an answer.
Warnings:
Innuendo
Mild spanking
NSFW 18+
Word Count: 500+
Requested?: Yes! Enjoy nonny!
A/N: I DO NOT DO INCEST. The relationship between Alec and Jane is NOT ROMANTIC. It is only romantic between Alec x Reader and then Jane x Reader. DO NOT come at me with any twincest bullshit. I WILL block you. You have been warned. Otherwise, enjoy.
I sighed for what was probably the millionth time. Alec was leaning against my desk again, Jane right behind him, her finger nails making a rapping noise as she tapped them impatiently on the smooth wood.
"Really, you two?" I raised my brow at them both.
They had just returned from a mission, and I knew for a fact that they had come straight here from the throne room, courtesy of Demetri.
"You were gone for less than a week."
"Can you blame us?" Alec was behind me in a less than the blink of an eye, burying his face in my neck and kissing it softly, his arms wrapping around my waist.
Jane followed him, cupping my face in her hands and giving my a soft but hungry kiss. I couldn't stop the moan from escaping between my lips. She pulled away, placing soft kisses along my jaw line before making her way to my ear and then down the opposite side of my neck. They both sucked and nibbled my neck in tandem and I let out a low gasp, grasping Jane's arms for support as they cupped my breasts. My thin shirt and bra did absolutely nothing to hide my hard nipples as they continued to tighten with each brush of Jane's thumb.
My panties were already wet.
"Hm," Jane's voice was breathy along the side of my neck, her tongue darting out to soothe the already bruising mark she left. "Do I feel lace, love?"
"P- Perhaps."
I was barely breathing, doing my best to knock myself from the haze of lust that they already had me in.
"Did you say lace, sister?" Alec spoke from behind me, his voice deep and husky.
His hands traveled from my waist to my breasts, giving them a squeeze. It was painful to do, but I batted their hands away, shaking my head and the at least part of the lustful stupor.
"You two can wait a little bit longer. I have a lot to get done today." I was nearly panting.
Jane growled and I had the balls to glare at her. Alec chuckled from behind me, letting one of his hands dart up for on last squeeze before moving out of the way of my slapping hand.
"Alec!"
He just shrugged and went back to his original position of leaning against my desk, giving me his signature seductive smirk. Jane just pouted next to him, glaring.
"If it makes you feel you feel any better…" I began with a smirk, letting my voice drop to a seductive tone of it's own as I leaned forward right in-between them. "I'll be more than happy to add you to my To-Do list. The question is: Do you want separate appointments or would you like to share one?"
Alec's eyes widened in surprise, mouth parting ever so slightly, momentarily frozen. Jane reacted faster, scooping me up and throwing me over her shoulder. She gave me a quick swat on the ass and I couldn't stop the little moan coming from my mouth. She really did like doing that.
"Guys, I was serious. I really do have a long list of stuff that has to be done today-"
Jane cut me off.
"And we are top priority. Come, Alec."
"A shared appointment it is then." I groaned, only to have another swat delivered to my ass.
I was doomed.
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࿓ into the sinner’s arms. - john constantine.
tw: religious aspects, smoking, smut (oral (f receiving) and unprotected p in v) wrap it before ya tap it !!, language and degradation, age gap (reader is around 23 and john is 41). i think that’s all :3
no use of y/n ! ^^
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you were known. you were well. you were aware of everything and you were loyal to your creator. you were known by friends and family that you were a good angel, until that was all crushed when you had met john constantine.
constantine, you would say, was exactly your type. with big brown puppy eyes, slightly deep voice, and he was just dapper-looking in general. but you knew, oh, every ‘half-breed’ knew that he was the one soul satan would come to collect for himself. and of course you couldn’t help but fall in love with him.
you were a good girl. he was a sinner. it wouldn’t work out. but the way the air thickened every time you two had met said otherwise. you’d give each other glances from across the room, him with a grin on his lips that almost always held a cigarette between them, and you, with your flustered face and fidgeting.
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tonight was another one of those nights you would have to face him. most of the time you met, it was at midnite’s bar, but this time, it was a different situation. it seemed he had just finished yet another exorcism, and went on a smoke break outside.
“fuck,” you whispered underneath your breath as you saw him walk out of the apartment. you attempted to just blend in, sitting on the bench, but he always recognized you. he’d always spot your pretty wings and eyes. you just looked down to distract yourself with your coffee cup. but you begin to hear footsteps, and you see his leather shoes in front of you. you had no choice but to look up.
“what do you want, constantine?” you mumble. he doesn’t respond for a few seconds, sighing as he sits down next to you,
“you’re one to talk. you’re always eye-fucking me.” he said casually before putting another cigarette between his plush lips, cracking the lighter open. you blushed, trying to resist him. refuse him. you’re speechless, because you knew it was the truth. you rested your back against the metal bench, looking over your left shoulder so you don’t have to worry about talking.
“yeah, got nothing to say anymore now, do you?” he cackles lightly, pissing you off even more. you just let out a loud exhale.
“j-just shut up…”
“whatever, half-breed.” you gulped as you felt your panties dampen at all of his degrading words. he noticed, looking at you whilst furrowing his brows.
“listen, we both know we should be together.” he broke the silent atmosphere, and the sound of his thoughts shouldn’t have, but they interested you. so you look back at him.
“well, we both know i’d destroy my good reputation because you’re the soul satan wants to take for himself, john.”
“stop caring so much about it.”
“i can’t, it’s my whole life…my whole family would hate me, john!”
“so what? i want you, you want me, and god you’re obvious about it, who gives a fuck anymore?”
lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
for fuck’s sake, you can’t take it anymore.
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it was late at night when john took you to his apartment, locking the door, laying you down on his bed and climbing on top of you immediately.
your lips connected, and god, it felt good to finally let go. you felt as if you were sinking into the kiss and like your creator was watching you, right there, disappointed. but sadly, in your thoughts, maybe john was right. maybe it’s best to just let go and accept your fate.
“let me take care of you.” john muttered into the nape of your neck, beginning to kiss and suck on it, leaving a trail of few marks behind. you gave him a slight tug at his tie, pulling him in. closer. you were needier than you should be, with your cunt already extremely soaked. he was right. god, he was so right.
“i want you, you want me.” but you didn’t.
because you needed him.
he slid his tongue slowly from your collarbone to your earlobe, pushing you to moan and have your hand fly to try and shut you up.
“i’m gonna help you. fuck, you deserve it.” he whispered into your ear breathily, his hand massaging your still clothed breasts. drool glistened against your bruised neck once he was done with marking you, dragging his arms along your body before hiking your dress’ skirt up, glaring at your black panties.
“spread for me.” he saw your panties barely even covering your pussy, the band only covering your clit. you winced when he took them down your clean-shaven and cold legs, finally being able to see you properly.
“john…”
“you’re beautiful,” he paused.
“i’m keeping these.” he lifted your pair of panties to show you before throwing his arm behind him so they landed perfectly on top of his small wardrobe. his cold hands then shocked your warm skin, of your hips, and glided along your plush inner thighs. he leaned closer, suckling and biting at the flesh. you gasped almost each time, and it led to him fucking your poor, swollen cunt with his tongue. he teased you, nipped at you, made you feel…relaxed. safe. something you almost never felt. your fingers were tangled in his smooth, dark hair, pulling him up so that he could face you.
the eye contact you both shared made you break almost each time. crack, each time. until he had corrupted you. you were his. only his, and he knew it. but this time, the eye contact didn’t feel strange, and instead felt beautiful. like he was staring right into your soul, collecting every bit of information he could find inside your eyes and soul. feeling so many emotions at once, and you did, too. at last, you shut your eyes, kissing him once again. but this time, it was slow, intimate, daring…a feeling that was peculiarly indescribable. possibly, nirvana.
you don’t know how or when he had discreetly stripped down his dress pants, oh but god, it felt so great to see his length. he was fucking huge.
“are you sure it’ll fit?”
“i’ll make it fit, angel.” you thought you’d faint as soon as you heard the nickname. you had almost forgotten that you’d delved straight into the sinner’s arms.
he forced his tip inside you, a squeal escaping your lips. he was fucking thick.
“oh, john!” you moaned as he pushed his entire cock in you at once. john grasped your hand, showing you that you’d be okay. you attempted to squirm off of him a couple inches, but his waist held yours down.
“please…” you whispered, fingers curling on his knuckles. he began to rock his hips back and forth slowly, so you whined.
“so tight, hmm?” you swore you could feel him in your cervix. every time he bucked his hips up into you, pushing you closer, and closer, to your climax.
“f - ha, john! let me cum, p-please!” your hand reached for the sheets so that you could entangle them into the soft fabric. too bad john didn’t want to let you go.
“cum all over my cock, baby…” his thrusts slowed, allowing you to finally let go. your wings shuddered as he caressed them and tugged softly at the feathers.
“a good angel shouldn’t be drooling for my cock like this, should it?” he teased, and you just whimpered in response.
he pressed his chapped lips against your soft, wet ones, sliding his tongue in.
it was like all he wanted to do was hold you and kiss you for hours, so much he wouldn’t even pull away for air, just so that the taste of his mouth and blood would stain you. mark you. you couldn’t pull away an inch, but oh, it felt so…good.
“my pathetic angel.” he whispered into your ear before he buried himself in your neck, pulling out of you and falling asleep. you wrapped your wings around him, knowing when you woke up in the morning, they’d be gone.
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Febuwhump 2024 | Day 18 | Alternate Prompt 1: Human Shield
Rated: G | Words: 730 | Summary: An altercation during training leads to dissension in the Batch. [Character Focus: Tech, Crosshair, Wrecker, Hunter]
“Why can’t you keep your mouth shut once in a while?” Crosshair asked, shoving roughly into Tech as they went into their barracks.
Tech staggered a step under the unexpected impact and righted his goggles that went askew. “Had I known that the regs would respond violently to my observation, I can assure you that I would have kept my thoughts to myself.”
“When have they not responded violently to you correcting them?” Wrecker grumbled.
Tech was not quite ready to concede the point, although his face burned with chagrin. “I thought that it was in our best interest to tell them the mistake they were making with the wiring. Otherwise, we might have lost marks.”
“Instead, we lost marks and got disciplinary action for causing a brawl,” Crosshair snapped, tossing his training helmet onto his bed and beginning to strip out of his armor. “Not to mention, Wrecker’s nose now looks like a meiloorun.”
“It does not!” Wrecker cried, covering his nose with both hands.
“I did not ask either of you to fight the regs in my defense,” Tech muttered. “If you had not intervened…”
“You’d probably be in medical,” Crosshair interrupted bitterly.
“I could have handled it,” Tech argued. “At the very least, I would have been the only one facing disciplinary measures, along with any regs that were involved.”
“You hear that, Wrecker? Tech doesn’t need us as his human shields anymore. He can handle the regs all on his own.”
“I am not saying I don’t appreciate your assistance, only your interference in this case escalated the situation far beyond what was necessary.”
“You’ve got a weird way of saying thank you,” Crosshair said, grabbing the med kit and pulling out an instant cooling pack. He activated it before tossing it to Wrecker.
“I had the situation under control.”
“You did not! That reg immediately swung at you, and if Wrecker hadn’t stepped in, you’d be trying to fix your kriffing goggles right now.”
Tech stopped removing his armor and stood up. “I am just as capable—”
“Save the speech, I don’t want to hear it,” Crosshair cut him off.
Tech knew it was not physically possible, but felt as though his blood had begun to boil in his veins. He snatched up his discarded armor and clipped it back into place. He started for the door.
“Where are you going?” Wrecker asked behind the cooling pack pressed against his nose.
“Out,” Tech said, and marched out of the barracks without looking back.
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It was Hunter that found him, which didn’t surprise Tech in the slightest.
Tech did not look up from the practice droid he was dismantling, even as Hunter sat down next to him at the work table. “Rough day?”
“One I could have easily prevented,” Tech said, “On several accounts, had I been given the opportunity.”
“You really think so?”
“I do.” Tech tossed aside a piece of bad wire, grabbed a spool of new, snipped off a measured portion, and started the process of reattaching it. “Our brothers don’t seem to realize that not every confrontation need end in a physical altercation.”
“If I understood the story, the regs took the first swing,” Hunter countered softly.
Tech shrugged. “Then they would have been at fault. Our trainers would have observed the situation and handled it accordingly.”
Hunter smiled. “So you would’ve taken a punch to get the regs in trouble?”
“The attempt seemed worth it. Wrecker and Crosshair thought otherwise.”
“I doubt they were thinking.”
“True.” Tech grinned in spite of himself.
Hunter said, “But they’re always going to stand up for you or me or each other. They’re not just gonna stand by. It’s what you’d do too, if the situation were reversed.”
Tech frowned. “This is also true.”
“But I think you’re right,” Hunter continued and knocked his shoulder into Tech’s, “We should give this diplomacy thing a try…but maybe without antagonizing the regs into taking a swing, huh?”
“That was not my intention,” Tech sighed.
Hunter chuckled. “I know, but I say we lose the marks next time. Let the trainers tell ‘em what they did wrong.
“I suppose.”
Hunter clapped Tech on the shoulder and stood up. “C’mon, it’s time for late meal. We gotta keep those two hot heads we call brothers in check or they’re gonna end up in solitary for the night.”
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I accidentally deleted my old account so I’m reposting this here since it got so much love the first time around!!
Price x Soap x Reader
Dog Tags
Your collar tags jingled in front of your face as the larger man attempted to pin you to the ground from behind. You had almost managed to fight him off when he slammed your body to the ground, causing a loud whimper to escape your mouth.
“Johnny..” a warning voice came from across the room, “play nice.”
“But-,” he started to whine.
“No buts. Play nice or don’t play at all. You know she’s smaller than you.” You looked over your shoulder to see your captain leaning back in his chair with his feet propped on the desk. He was lazily holding a cigar and watching you two wrestle on the floor of his office. He tilted his head to get a better look at you. “Are you okay, Darling?”
“Yes, Sir,” you replied, still pinned to the ground by Johnnys right arm.
“Good. Johnny, consider this a warning,” Price said, snapping his head forward to look at him.
“Yes, Sir…” Johnny responded, anxiously messing with his tags on his collar. He removed himself from you and moved to pout in the corner as you tried to catch your breath.
When you first joined the 141, it was a well known fact that Soap belonged to Price. He was constantly tagging along behind him, kneeling on the ground beside him during meetings, and of course wearing his collar everywhere except the showers and bed (that is unless Price instructed otherwise). You had always looked at them longingly. Hoping that somehow Price would accept another pup some day. You had convinced yourself you were crazy for thinking like this, that is until Price called you in to his office one day and presented you with the nicest looking collar you had ever seen. It was an expensive looking black, leather collar with silver hardware. It was complete with a silver tag engraved, “Puppy”. It was a stark contrast to Soap’s. His was a dark brown leather with gold hardware. He had a similar gold tag that was engraved, “Johnny.”
Putting out his cigar, Price stood up from his chair and made his way around the desk to where Johnny was pouting. “Now, Johnny,” he started, “Stop your sulking and go clean yourself up while I check her over. When you’re done it’ll be your turn.”
“Yes, Sir,” he said as he walked to the bathroom.
“Good boy.” He slapped Johnny on the ass as he passed by, earning a small yelp from the Scot. He crouched down in front of you and took your chin in his hand, forcing you to look up at him. He slowly turned your head from side to side looking for any marks that Johnny may have left. It was made extremely clear that the only one allowed to mark you was Price. If you had even a scratch from Soap, he would be in for the punishment of a lifetime. Seeing no bruises or cuts, he stood from his position in front of you. “You’re on thin ice, MacTavish!,” he yelled to the other room. You heard the Scot mumble something incoherent over the sound of the running shower.
A while later, Johnny came walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped poorly around his waist, Mohawk dripping on his face and the floor.
“Fucks sake, Soap. Learn to use a towel,” Price said, startling you awake. You’re not sure when you had fallen asleep on your captain’s lap, but you knew Johnny liked his “beauty showers” as you and Price called them, so probably around 20 minutes ago.
“‘s just water, cap,” Johnny said as he crawled onto the bed to join you in Price’s lap.
Price let out a loud groan as his previously dry shirt was now soaked with the water from Soap’s hair. He lifted you up, Johnny instantly taking your spot, and motioned for your turn in the shower. You of course obeyed and jumped off the bed to go clean yourself up.
Your shower was surprisingly uneventful. Usually either Price or Johnny (or both) would make their way into the bathroom and distract you from rinsing the shampoo out of your hair. You started to walk out of the bathroom, toweling off your hair (unlike Johnny) when you came to a stop.
You had seen Price and Johnny make out hundreds of times, but you had never seen Johnny this desperate. Usually he kept a little bit of composure around you, not letting you see how much of a mess Price could really make him. But this was different. Johnny was a complete whiny mess under your captain. Price had Soap’s arms pinned above his head with one hand, the other looped under his collar, and was kissing the man like he was starved.
“Being such a good boy for me, Johnny. So needy and pathetic. What does my puppy want?” Price asked with a smirk.
Instead of words, a string of moans and whines came out of Johnnys mouth as if he’d suddenly lost the ability to speak.
“Use your words or you’re not getting any more…” Price threateningly pulled away.
Still unable to form a coherent sentence, Johnny buried his face into Price’s chest in embarrassment.
“Darling?” Price asked in your direction. You jumped from the sudden attention. You had forgotten where you were, entranced in watching the two men.
“Hm?” You quickly hummed in response.
“Will you please come here and take Johnny’s place until he remembers how to tell Daddy what he wants?” Price said in a mocking tone as Soap whined under him.
“Yes, S-“ You were cut off as Johnny suddenly found his voice.
“Your cock.” Soap half whined into Price’s chest.
“What was that, pup?”
“Want your cock.” Johnny said a bit louder, but just as needy.
“Then take it.” The words had barely left Price’s mouth and Soap was already unbuckling the captain’s belt.
Price’s eyes met yours as he motioned for you to join them. Wasting no time, you rushed over and sat by the captain. Johnny already had his cock halfway down his throat by the time you got to the bed. He really was more desperate than you had ever seen him. Price grabbed you by the scruff of your neck and pulled you into a deep kiss. Before you knew it, his tongue was in the back of your mouth. His hand had moved from your neck to your chest as he teased around your nipple. His other hand pushing Johnnys head down on his cock. Every time Johnny took him deeper, you could feel Price moan into your mouth.
You could stay here forever and you would be happy. At least that’s what you were thinking when Price abruptly pulled away from you. He yanked Soap up by his mohawk, causing a string of whines to fall from his mouth.
“Johnny,” Price started, looking at Soap’s sad puppy dog eyes. “Get her warmed up for me.”
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I feel like Genesis would wear gloves because he's such a picker that otherwise his adoring fans would see bitten, hangnails-ripped-off, jagged, worn down nails, sometimes scratches ripped over his fingers. plus almost obsessive over his teeth/mouth to the point having at MINIMUM 5 things of lip balm on him at all times, as well as probably brushing for twice the recommended amount of time, even though it technically wears teeth down faster lol
I hope you don't mind me using this as a prompt for some angst. I read this and my mind immediately jumped to Genesis dealing with anxiety.
Sephiroth is not prone to falling asleep in public places, but that did not stop it from happening—in a meeting with the president, of all places. One of the Turks had gently shaken him awake, acting as if they were poking a lion during his nap.
It was rather awkward, but in Sephiroth's defence, he had not slept will the past three nights. The combination of burnout and stress induced by a negotiation with Wutai gone wrong had left him more tired than usual.
He excused himself right as Director Lazard suggested that he go wash his face and drink some water.
Sephiroth walks through the vacant hallways of the 49th floor en route to the nearest men's room.
He pushes the door open, rubbing his eye with his naked hand. The door squeaks on its hinges, but that isn't enough to startle the only other person in the bathroom.
Genesis doesn't look up from the sink, not even when Sephiroth stands there, paralyzed, waiting for his friend to acknowledge him.
He hears sniffling, and then it dawns on him. Genesis had been crying. His red-rimmed eyes and tear-stained cheeks would've been telling had Sephiroth been naive.
Sephiroth has known the volatile man long enough to know to act like it isn't happening. He remembers the first and last time he caught Genesis crying. He had lashed out at him so bad that Sephiroth was unable to speak to him for a week.
So Sephiroth heaves his shoulders and pushes forward, making his way to the edge of the sink. He pulls the remaining glove from his other hand and sets them both by the edge. He takes his time turning the sink on, pretending to be busy while he watches Genesis from his peripheral view.
The red leather gloves are sitting by the sink along with his bangles. There's discarded bandaid wrappers nearby and the few droplets of blood on the mirror told Sephiroth that he had been bleeding.
Sephiroth tentively tries his luck, sneaking a glance at Genesis's hands. It's a rarity to see them bare, long fingers exposed to the light like any other person's would.
He had often wondered if it was a fashion choice, to either wear gloves whenever they went out or cover his fingers in rings, wear bracelets and other trinkets that tore the eye's attention away from his skin.
Now Sephiroth is seeing them bare, without anything to distract him. And they are not what he expected. He took Genesis for a vain man, one who would fuss over manicured nails and soft skin. This... is unlike anything Sephiroth could've expected.
One hand is up by his face, shaking as it grips a tube of lip balm he applies meticulously on his chapped lips, obsessively. There's a random phone number messily scribbled down on his wrist beneath a woman's name. Each and every one of his nails are bitten down to various length, all of them coated in what was once black nail polish before it was chipped away. His index finger and thumb are the ones wrapped in bandaids. Curiously enough, his middle finger has the faint markings of what Sephiroth knew to be teeth marks.
Sephiroth clamps his mouth shut the moment he notices it had been hanging open, letting his teeth clench with a soft click. He directs his attention to what Genesis is actually doing in front of the mirror—a scene he isn't sure he would believe if it were recounted by anyone else.
There stood Genesis—pompous, picture-perfect, vain, nonchalant, brilliant Genesis—applying several coats of lip balm, wiping it off, then repeating the process all over again.
Sephiroth cringes with every furious swipe of Genesis's trembling hands over his lips. He has turned his head fully now, watching his friend go through all the motions of mania.
He knows he can't say anything.
So he averts his eyes and continues to wash his hands. Beside him, he can hear Genesis turn his faucet off. There's a shaking breath from his friend. He mumbles something to himself that Sephiroth cannot comprehend.
Sephiroth hears the faint pop of the lip balm tupe being capped, and the subsequent sounds of the wrappers being collected and discarded into the nearby trash can. He's still looking down as Genesis walks by him and pushes the door open, stepping out.
Sephiroth turns the faucet off. The only sound in the bathroom now is the repetitive drip of the water into the sink and the squeak of his boots on the wet floor. He glances over at the empty space where Genesis once stood.
There's still blood on the mirror, prompting Sephiroth to wonder what it was that Genesis saw in its reflection.
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