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geltears · 4 months

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fratboy!geto

cw: college au, masturbation, smut, love confessions, miscommunication

fratboy!Suguru who’s in the most popular frat and on the football team only because his best friend and local campus manwhore, Gojo Satorou, is the captain and head of the frat

Suguru had sworn he knew almost every girl on campus from seeing them enter Gojo’s room at least once but he has no idea who you are when you’re paired together for a Psych research project

“Are you new here? Haven’t seen you in this class before.” And he’d know that you’ve taken this class for 2 semesters if he ever bothered to come to class not hungover.

He pretty much forgets about you after that until Satorou starts eyeing you up in the hall on their daily walk to class and he looks at you, actually looks at you and the frilly dress you’re wearing with your necklace tucked in the same way it was when he talked to you in class.

Suguru doesn’t know what happened to him and why he feels the sudden urge to stake some claim over you. “Hey, we still on to work on our thing at your place right?”

Except, you never had any plans to work on your project but when Suguru grins at you, how could you refuse?

fratboy!Suguru who shows up to your dorm late as hell, still in his football jersey from training, panting with his hair slicked down to his face with sweat. If it were anyone else, he would’ve just skipped the meeting entirely but he thinks he might just have a crush on you.

“What’re you some kinda slut? Why d’ya have a pair of panties like that?” he shamelessly says and points out your lacy thong that you had left out on your bed. He thinks it’s adorable the way you scramble to hide the pink material but he’s already engraved the image into his head.

He doesn’t do much studying or any kind of work (you should’ve known) and somehow weasels his way into your bed.

He’s a great fuck: sweaty toned abs pressing against the back of your thighs as he bends your knees into your chest to drill his thick cock into you. “Hngh Suguru- I can’t take it-“ you’re clawing at his arm and gasping from the stretch.

“You can take it,” he grunts, “C’mon be good for me and fucking take it.”

He’s so big you almost think you’re going to die— die from how good he’s fucking you. You can feel him in your tummy, his fat leaky tip pressing against your cervix as he jackhammers his hips into you with wet plapping sounds as his balls slap against your ass.

fratboy!Suguru who has an almost perfect attendance record this semester because he comes to class just to see you. He's sillier than you would have imagined-- do all football players play footsies under the table?

No, Suguru usually leaves these stuff to Satorou but he loves the way your eyes crinkle up in delight when he makes you giggle.

He chats you up every time you have class, brings you sickly sweet pastries because he doesn’t know what else you’d like and for the first time in years, Suguru feels a connection.

You still get a little flustered when he talks to you because why is he still talking to you when you've already submitted your assignment and he's gotten into your pants?

fratboy!Suguru who finds himself rushing to put in one last word with you after class. He had this all planned out but all he manages is “You coming to the game later?” with a sheepish grin.

And funny enough it’s your first time going to one of these games since you enrolled.

When they win, Geto surprisingly comes running over to you in the front row of the stands, pausing when he realizes he was leaning up for a kiss. He hugs you instead, grinning widely and looking handsome as ever as he pulls you flush to his chest.

It’s perfect until Satorou appears behind him and slaps a hand on his shoulder in that boyish way, sporting his signature toothy smile.

“Is this your girl or something? You’re gonna miss the celebration party.”

“Nah just....a friend,” he clears his throat, “See you tomorrow, ‘kay?”

fratboy!Suguru who ends up leaving the party early because things just don't seem fun when you're not around anymore.

He indulges himself silly and waits til his body is hot with need before heading up to his room to wait off the alcohol.

Suguru finds himself butt-naked, beefy thighs spread wide on his bed as he jerks his throbbing cock and thinks about you. You and your pretty face.

He spreads his pre over his fat tip with his thumb, moaning lowly at the thought of how your fingers would feel wrapped around him. He bites his lip as he thinks about it: your hands would shake as you wrapped around his girth but you'd manage and your small fingers would squeeze and pump his cock expertly.

With a few more lazy twists of his fist around his cock and a strained buck of his hips, Suguru groans out your name and cums in thick, hot spurts all over his chest.

fratboy!Suguru who feels ashamed and acts as if it never happened when he sees you in class the next day. He sits next to you and talks about the usual frat-party shenanigans like you’re just friends.

Because you are just friends, right?

Suguru’s attitude makes you want to curl into a ball and disappear. He makes you feel like a dumb little girl. Why did you think the hot footballer would take you seriously?

fratboy!Suguru who definitely has a huge crush on you and finally works up the courage to ask you out. It’s a shocker but he’s only ever had one girlfriend before and that was in high school and the girl tried to fuck Satorou (who refused).

He gets to class early to wait for you in your usual seats and he’s practically bouncing in anticipation at seeing you. He thinks about how pretty you look when you scrunch your nose in concentration and his cock stirs in his pants.

fratboy!Suguru who spent the whole class on edge and too worried to take notes because you never showed up. He runs faster than he ever has on the field to get to your door and he might’ve broken the door down if you had let him pound it a little longer.

“What? Oh, hi.”

“Holy shit- Where have you been?” he rasps.

He's pushing past you and letting himself in un-invited, burly shoulders shoving you away from the doorway with ease. "Is there something you need?" your words crunch on their way out.

For the first time since freshman year, he finds himself fumbling for his words. "Well yeah- I uh, wanted to tell you something."

Suguru can see the tick in your brow and he thinks it's the first time he's ever seen you get angry.

"I like you," he blurts, loudly and stupidly like he's never talked to a girl before," I like you a lot and I was wondering-"

He doesn't get anymore words in after his embarrassing little confession because you're already leaning up on your tippy-toes to kiss him deeply, small hands coming up to wrap around his neck.

fratboy!Suguru who realises that he didn't kiss you the last time y'all had sex so no wonder you thought it was just a quick fuck to him.

He makes sure to make up for it. That night, Suguru's mouth touches almost every intimate part of your body. He's nothing like how rough he was before. He kisses your inner-thighs and eats your pussy like a man starved, slurping and pulling you down against his face so his tongue can get as far as possible inside you.

He kisses you sloppy after too, your cum still fresh on his tongue and his face still covered in your slick.

Geto has never been this nervous about sex before. He bumps the tip of his cock clumsily against your clit, veiny length throbbing at the sound of your shocked squeal.

He kisses your ankle, spreads your legs wide so he can get a good view of where his cock sinks into your tight cunt and your clit twitches with want. He thinks you're so sexy-- he could cum just like this without moving an inch.

But he doesn't. He steadies his breath and angles his hips to hit your sweet spot, groaning every time you moan from the sensation and clench around his cock.

fratboy!Suguru who kisses your forehead when you wake up in the morning to being pressed against his firm chest, now with the title of his girlfriend.

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motelofmermaids · 5 months

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The First Taste

(+18, mdni)

finnick odair, who’s finally gotten you underneath him, can no longer get enough of you. finnick odair who finally had you at the will of his hands, in his web; gentle hands sliding down your body as his lips embrace the curvature of your neck. until his hands reach your hips and his thumbs dig ever so slightly into the soft fat. every sound, every sigh, every shy call of his name and he has the clench his jaw because he feels as if he’s the one being touched and explored. finnick odair who gives you a soft kiss and a gentle question of, “do you feel ready for this, honey?” and with a nod, he slowly starts moving lower, consuming your entire being in passionate kisses and small bites that he immediately soothes with his tongue.

he’s drunk off you now, mindlessly kissing and tasting every spot as he travels lower— the the one spot that’s a wonder you’ve never really dared to explore. you sighed, with a soft moan following soon after as he reached your vulva with a gentle peck. you look down to him, who never looked away from you. he looked starved. you reach to brush along the side of his jaw because you love him so much. “i love you,” finnick always seemed to read your mind. you try to reach down to him in an uncomfortable position of moving onto your elbows and he meets you halfway.

the way he kisses you is mind bending, it’s always a chase that you immediately let him win. you’ve been growing weary for a while now, and no one is to blame. finnick wanted to take his time, wanted you to know that you were more than sex, that he wanted you for your heart and soul. he didn’t want to rush to the capitol’s standards. you started to get impatient; heaven cannot wait forever, after all. you smile against his lips and he follows suit, slowly pulling away and fluttering his eyes open to give you this look. this loving look that tells you ‘i’m here, i’m always here,’ before going back down as you reposition your back and head onto the mattress.

your eyes are on the ceiling when you let out a surprised moan and your thighs flinch. finnick, that man, that man who playfully nipped at your inner thigh. that man who’s now chuckling against said thigh. “finn,” you whine, threatening to close your legs around his head but he’s already spreading them back apart. “i’m sorry, sweet girl,” he still has that playful grin on his face. his calloused hands gently rub at your thighs, thumbs drawing small circles as he finally reaches back down. gently kissing your folds, you let out a sigh of air you didn’t know you were holding. he goes at that for a little while, relishing in the wetness you produce, until he needs the first taste and laves his tongue over your pussy.

your hands immediately reach for something to hold, fingers slipping through his bronze hair. his tongue runs between your folds up to your clit, lips enveloping the small bundle of nerves that has you arching your back and whining at the foreign feeling. finnick looks up to you, the most he can in this position, and watches your chest rise and fall. he watches you bite your lower lip, he watches the column of your neck bob as you swallow down moans. “finnick… finnick, feels ‘s good.”

he’s losing his mind; seeing his love so fucked out, he urges you to an orgasm fairly quick. yet he doesn’t stop until your thighs are shaking for a second one. he breathes you, especially after his first taste.

#finnick odair x you #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair #based off of my favorite fiona apple song #i HOPE y’all like this #i tried to make it more sweet than just pure smut #kel’s concepts ♡︎#finnick odair smut

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tteokdoroki · 9 months

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❛ i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making. ❜ with isagi and any kink !!!!!!

☆༉ — YOICHI ISAGI: 0-800-HOT GUY-HOTLINE.

line. ❛ i’m sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making.❜

extension. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact. public humiliation, free-use, voyeurism + fem!reader, nsfw.

things to note. RAAA !!! luna im sorry this is so late but i was excited to do this one pls enjoy i missed isagi saur much !!!! <3

your boyfriend, isagi, is sometimes prone to selfish tendencies.

being the japanese football league’s diamond in the rough and all-star player has meant that all the best and softest parts of him have become more rigged and hard around the edges. he takes what he can get, even if it means leaving other people behind — you have to be selfish to be at the top, it’s something that you understand.

your boyfriend is never selfish when it comes to making you feel good.

if yoichi can help it, he has you creaming on his tongue, fingers or cock at least twice a day when his games are at home. it’s almost double on the days that you visit him while he plays away or accompany him to tournaments. he can’t keep his hands off you, can’t stop himself from needing you or claiming you — his good luck charm. especially after he wins a match, even more so if he loses one. come rain or shine, isagi is selfish with how he teases and uses your body…even in front of his friends and fellow teammates.

“y-yo…yoichi s-stop!” you gasp, face hot and voice strained.

“stop? oh i don’t think so,” isagi growls, speeding up his skilled fingers as they dance over your slit and press his name into your clit. “i don’t think you want me to stop, precious. whatever happened to ‘yes, yoichi.’ ‘whenever you want, yoichi.’, hm?”

choking on your own words, the spit that weighs down your tongue as you drool dumbly from the pleasure — you relax back into your boyfriend, fluttering around the circumference of his leaky cock as it breaches your tight, wet walls. “good girl, relax for me. let me fuck that princess hole open, hm?” he kisses the side of your face, peering down between your soiled shaky thighs to watch the way you selfishly suck him in, your cunt dribbling slick down his shaft and balls. “i love you. so fucking much.”

isagi’s hands slip up your shirt, exposing your perky nipples, all hard for him, to the rest of the van to see. his teammates, your friends. as far as locker room talk goes, all of the blue lock boys know that you and yoichi have a particularly wild and active sex life — but they’ve never been around to see it. except for bachira, and sometimes rin.

from across the van you can see ten sets of eyes watching you as if you’re a fountain of cold water isn’t he middle of a scorching desert — a sweet mirage for them to drink in as if they’re dying of thirst. kunigami respectfully looks out of the window when he catches your teary bambi gaze, though he does nothing to conceal the fat erection he’s sporting. nagi writhes in his seat with pink cheeks and parted lips, the front of his joggers already soiled by his leaking cock. and if you squint hard enough, you can see the way that bachira already fists his painfully hard dick to the rhythm of isagi’s shallow thrusts.

shame intertwines with the lust that simmers in your lower tummy, coursing through your veins and spreading like a cloud over the thoughts in your brain. you like this, you like being watched while your boyfriend ravages you in front of his friends, cream frothing at the base of his shaft as it twitches inside of you.

you’d be absolutely miserable right now if you weren’t getting fucked a million ways to cloud nine — isagi’s hand on your blistering hot mound, spreading your folds and exposing your budding clit to the cold world and cruel stares. “‘ichi,’” you whimper pathetically despite bucking your hips down on him, chasing the delicious burn of his girth stretching out your sloppy walls as his cockhead glides over your g-spot. “i-ichi please…’m embarrassed… they’re watching!”

“what’s that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making.” he seethes, teeth sinking into your earlobe as he forces you to listen to the salacious, sticky sounds your pussy makes as he fucks himself into you. “listen to her cryin’ for me, you’re tellin’ me you want me to stop?” you can only imagine how long isagi would keep you on the edge of orgasm if you said yes.

when he was like this, fuelled by his excitement for the next match — he would get mean, toy with you like a cat with a ball of yarn. he twists his fingers along your sensitive clit you, winds you up from the inside and you let him. “you’re so naughty, baby. letting them look, pretty girl. you want them to see what they can’t have. what winners get when they play right.”

gasping, your head falls against isagi’s shoulder — followed by his breathy chuckle. his hands cascade along your body, pinching and pulling, tracing your dips and curves and scars. he might be selfish enough to take you in front of the people who know you more innocently, but he’ll still prioritise your orgasm over his own. he knows just what makes you tick, how to get your pretty hole spluttering and clenching around his thick dick like there’s no tomorrow.

“you gonna cum for me, baby?” yoichi breathes hotly, his sticky fingers, the ones coated in your juices, coming up to grab your neck tenderly — guiding your gaze up to meet his feverish midnight blue stare. his cherry bitten lips slip into a soft smirk while he languidly rolls his hips into you — feeling your arousal slide down your slit, his balls and even between your cheeks to create a slick slapping sound with the intensity of his thrusts. “go ahead, you’re such a good girl. wanna see it, make me proud, ‘kay?”

that’s all you really need to hear before your vision starts to shake and your body siezes up all at once. feathery and high pitched moans bubble up on your wet lips, your hand tangling in isagi’s sweaty dark locks while he rocks into you through your high — your juices splash out against the seat in a never ending stream — only fuelled by the team’s grunts and accompanying moans from watching you cum.

“yoichi…” you whine, back arching away from his chest and hips lifting away from his.

his lips drop to your neck in a loving and reassuring kiss as his hands settle on your waist to pull you back down onto his aching cock. “so good, precious.” he goads condescendingly. “‘m right behind you, keep that orgasm going for me.”

it’s not long before your fluttering cunt is flooded with a pool of thick, white seed — tacky and warm against your ribbed walls. isagi muffles himself by biting down on your salt-licked flesh, panting happily against you as whe rubs approving circles into your hips.

a silence in the van follows, only interjected by the bother boys and their own highs. “s-she just lets you use her like that?” kunigami mumbles, red in the face and embarrassed by the fact that he just nutted to his best friend’s girl.

isagi wraps his arms around you, soothing your fatigue with sweet kisses. “i mean yeah, we talked about. it’s something she likes.” he squeezes you possesively as you drift off. “we both do.”

“lucky,” bachira grins sickly, tucking his own wet dick away. “when do we get a turn, isagi?”

“when you’re dead.” your boyfriend retorts, selfishly, which makes you smile sleepily into his chest. “she’s mine, and will only ever be mine.”

sometimes your boyfriend can be selfish — but you’re mostly grateful for it because it means your chest fills with love and warmth whenever he’s possessive over you.

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oofthwoods · 4 months

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INTRODUCTION! ── ˙ ̟ the echo !!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 :: get to know porsche's bet for the newest legend in the making in formula one, dubbed as the echo.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 :: i've been absolutely hooked in @disneyprincemuke vettel reincarnated's series and i have always loved fem!drivers so i decided to give my own take on this <3. | can definitely be read as a reader insert, but the driver will driver under a specific flag and related to a famous driver! even so, physical descriptions will not be given, so you can definitely picture yourself

our fem!driver has a few titles to her name! the most well known, echo, comes from her championship winning f3 & f2 seasons, where she was consistently the fastest driver in the grid, leaving behind only a faint trace of her presence for the other drivers to see.

other nicknames include "lightning" due to her great performances on wet races (as the media says, the only thing faster than the rain is the lightning.), "pg" (stands for both princess of the grid, which is an old karting nickname, and parental guide, given due to her young age), and the legacy.

she is the daughter of ex- formula one driver, rubens barrichello. she drivers under the brazilian flag. i picture her as the middle child, so that would place her date of birth between '01 & '04.

has a streak of four consecutive championship winning years: the italian formula 4 in 2019, freca in 2020, formula 3 in 2021 and formula 2 in 2022.

art grand prix girlie! has been with the french team for both her f3 and f2 seasons.

she was a red bull junior, but was suddenly cut from the team after her formula 3 season. helmut mark claimed that she wasn't consistent enough to justify a contract renewal, which was clearly bullshit as she had literally won the championship.

competed in formula 2 without an academy, but was in talks with porsche to join their team.

committing to her lightning nickname, she chose 95 as her number!

grew up in the paddock! her dad loved to take her around the world with him, and she became a familiar face to all crew and drivers. although she is the youngest of the current grid, she is closer to the oldest guys due to knowing them since she was very young.

outside of formula 1, her closest friends are gabriel bortoleto, felipe drugovich, frederik vesti, liam lawson and clément novalak.

within formula 1, she is closest to fernando alonso, lewis hamilton (both who met her when she was a baby), mick schumacher (her teammate at porsche), lando norris, alex albon and oscar piastri. but she is friendly with everyone, and tries to know them better — it does help that she is a social butterfly who could talk to the walls even if they don't answer.

about porsche: have been in the talks of joining the grid for a long time, and finally got their approval for 2023. they could go for veteran drivers but decided against it, placing their bets of mick schumacher, who had just been dropped from haas, and y/n barrichello, the f2 champion.

when the news dropped, it was the talk of the town! not only she would be the first female to compete in formula one in several years, but the duo barrichello-schumacher would be present again in the grid!

actually loves doing grill the grid and other challenges. some people think it's the rookie rush, but she has always loved playing those games.

has the biggest fat girl crush on susie wolff. would kiss the ground she walks if she could.

still needs a lot pr training due to amount of cursing and off-pocket things she says. apparently saying "i'll throw myself in front of verstappen's car and change the trajectory of his entire life" is not socially acceptable, neither is saying that she's plotting his accidental death.

sponsored by vivienne westwood, which she claims is probably the coolest thing to happen to her.

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dirty-jammies · 8 months

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Late Night Desires PART 2! ✨💗🌙

Astarion x Fem!Chubby!Reader x Halsin

(Reader is AFAB and is referred to with she/her pronouns and terms like "good girl". )

AN: Thank you all SO much for all the wonderful comments and likes on part 1! And a super-duper big thank you to everyone that voted in the poll! 😁 Don't worry, I intend on writing more for these dudes, so if your favourite poll option didn't win, look lout for it in a future fic! I hope part 2 is to your likings! This is super-horny, super-filthy, and super-delicious... Just like our favourite bloodsucking twink and bear daddy~ Enjoy!

Lying back on the soft grass, you bit your lip as you watched the two men above you appreciate each other's bodies with their hands, lips locked in a passionate kiss. Astarion’s soft, pale hands exploring the swells of Halsin’s muscles, and Halsin's huge hands sliding down the slender curve of Astarion's waist.

You were still feeling the gentle waves of residual pleasure wash over you from your previous orgasm, sweat cooling on your skin in the midnight air, but you could feel yourself getting excited again watching the two men. You dropped a hand between your thick thighs and whimpered as you brushed your oversensitive pussy, soft and wet and relaxed from Halsin's expert fingering. Your noise alerted the two elves and they parted from their kiss, looking down at you.

“Poor little thing,” Astarion cooed with sarcastic pity, “needing more already, are you?”

You trailed your gaze down Halsin’s body, over his broad chest, down his stomach that was mouthwatering layers of muscle and fat, down the hair-dusted treasure trail where it disappeared into his leather leggings which looked to be on the verge of bursting at the seams thanks to the very obvious erection the druid was sporting.

“I am, but I’m not the only one,” you said with a smile and extended your leg, using it to brush over Halsin’s covered cock. The druid let out a quiet groan at the treatment and you made your desire known, “I… I want to take both of you, with my mouth, and with my…”

“A wonderful idea,” Halsin praised and leaned over you, dragging the pad of his thumb over your soft lips, “I'd love a chance to feel your sweet mouth, little one.”

With his considerable strength, Halsin helped you flip over onto your stomach, letting out a pleased rumble at the view, “What a treat… So supple and round,” he remarked, moving to your front, “like a decadent dessert for us.”

“Isn’t she the sweetest?” Astarion purred and took a handful of your thick ass, fingernails sinking into your soft skin and making you whimper at the light, pleasurable pain, “Mm… she’s still leaking back here.” You whimpered as Astarion’s hand came down to cup your pussy. You gasped harshly as he laid a firm smack over it, making blood rush to your face in embarrassment at the feeling and the lewd, wet noise it made alongside Astarion’s accompanying laughter.

Halsin took your face in his hand and made you look up at him. He smiled at your docile, doe-eyed expression, “Are you ready?” You nodded and you could see his eyes darken with lust, “Do you think you can be a good girl and take all of me?” Again, you nodded, more eagerly this time, the praise tickling your brain and making you squish your thighs together. You licked your lips and smiled up at Halsin.

“Such a needy thing, isn’t she?” Astarion teased, and you could hear him stroking himself again, getting himself hard again, “I’m glad you decided to join us, Halsin, perhaps together, we’ll finally be able to satisfy her.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and looked over your shoulder at your vampiric lover, “Oh, right, I’m the insatiable one…” you teased right back and Halsin laughed heartily.

“I have a good feeling we’ll all end the night satisfied, little one, now please look back this way,” he gently guided your face back towards him, and your eyes widened as you saw he had lowered his leggings, letting his manhood free from its leather confines at last, “Do you like what you see?”

You moaned at the sight and could hear Astarion groan from behind you as well. It was at least nine inches of thick, hard cock, with a soft bush of hair at the base and two heavy-looking balls that seemed to be sloshing with potent seed. You felt your mouth water and you swallowed the drool accumulating in your mouth before you boldly leaned forward and kissed it, feeling the thick vein along the bottom throb at the affection. Halsin’s hand cradled your cheek as though you were made of glass, “I will try to be gentle, but you are making it quite difficult to hold back…” he warned and lined his cock up with your pretty, pouty lips.

You could feel your arousal growing once more as you slowly took Halsin’s length into your mouth. You felt the bulbous head slide past your tongue, his foreskin sliding past your lips. You moaned around his length at the musky, masculine smell coming from his loins, and you felt a dribble of your slick slide down your inner thighs.

“Very good, darling,” Astarion praised softly and you moaned around Halsin’s cock as you felt Astarion line up his own sizable cock with your drooling pussy, “now get ready,” he quickly slammed home, his narrow hips colliding with your cushy ass with a loud smack, and you cried out around Halsin’s thick length. You heard Astarion shudder out a moan behind you, “So fucking hot and wet, you’re simply divine, darling…”

You felt your mind grow fuzzy, thoughts turning into pleads for ‘more, harder, faster!’ Halsin’s slow, careful drag of his cock over your tongue to bump against the back of your throat contrasted Astarion’s greedy, fast slams into your cunt, your body jiggling with the movement.

“Such a perfect girl,” Halsin sighed as you worked your tongue along his frenulum, “taking the both of us so well~”

Astarion’s hands sank into the plush fat of your waist, holding you steady as his hips drilled into you, “Nnh, yes, such a perfect little pet, with such a delicious body… tell us who this body belongs to, darling~” he purred.

Halsin withdrew his cock long enough for you to gasp in a breath and cry out “You! It belongs to you! Astarionnnh~Hah-Halsin!!” Your eyes rolled back as Halsin stuffed your mouth once more, this time sliding all the way into your throat, his huge hands holding your jaw as you did your best not to gag on the huge cock. You could taste his salty precum smearing on your tongue. Delicious.

“You’re so good… so good,” Halsin growled, giving himself over to his pleasure, “Gods, I’m close…”

You moaned around him, eager to get a taste of his cum, when Astarion thrust inside you as deep as he could go, grinding, /grinding/ against your sweet spot and making you whine around the length stuffing your throat. Astarion landed a hard smack on your ass and you whimpered, hearing him grunt.

“Do you want to switch? You did want to breed her, after all.” he teased breathily.

Halsin nodded tightly and you felt your jaw go slack as he withdrew his cock. You saw it, dripping with your saliva and his delicious precum, twitching hard. You whined as Astarion pulled out of you slowly and you felt his hand pet your back soothingly, “Don’t worry, love, you won’t be empty for long~”

The two men switched positions, you smiled seeing how creamy Astarion’s cock had become as he fucked you. Slick evidence of your arousal was glistening on his cock, making it shine in the moonlight. Astarion’s hand wove into your hair and you leaned forward, licking his cock from base to tip.

“Dirty girl,” he rasped with a grin, “tasting yourself on my cock?”

You hummed an affirmative, looking up into his beautiful red eyes as you continued cleaning him. You felt Halsin’s hands spread you open and your breathing hitched, feeling the druid’s cock prod the back of your thighs.

“She’s so wet,” he remarked, “are you ready for me?”

Astarion let you go long enough for you to look back at Halsin. You could see him stroking his cock, staring at your twitching pussy with an almost intoxicated look.

“Yes, Halsin!” You panted, shaking your hips and making your ass jiggle for him, “I want you to fuck me, too!”

Astarion moaned and urged you on, “And then what, pet?”

You whimpered needily, wanting Halsin’s cock to stuff you full, “Y-your cum… I want you to cum inside me, Halsin, please!”

“Very good, darling,” Astarion praised and the both of you watched as Halsin’s face gained a look of absolute rapture as he sunk into you. You choked on a loud moan as you felt his massive manhood slip into your wet pussy, dragging along your juicy, twitching walls. You felt a droplet of drool leak out of your mouth.

“Silvanus preserve me,” Halsin groaned, long and loud, “you feel so good, so tight…” he hissed, stilling when he was only half-way in.

Astarion turned you back to face him, and he traced his thumb over your mouth, collecting the drop of drool you let slip on the pad of his thumb before he pushed it back in your mouth. He sneered down at you, but you could see the love in those crimson eyes, “/Messy/ girl, you’re already falling to pieces, aren’t you?” He pressed his leaking cockhead back to your lips, “Suck.”

With bleary eyes, you obeyed, moaning around Astarion’s cock as Halsin continued to press into you. You whined as the druid finally bottomed out; you felt his heavy balls pressing tightly to your oversensitive little clit, you felt his huge hands bracing himself on your squishy waist, but most distracting and pleasurable of all, you felt his flaring cockhead kiss your cervix, his girth pressing tightly against your walls! You flexed around him, begging Halsin to fuck you stupid while your mouth was occupied.

Soon you were rocked back and forth, the men settling on a pattern that rocked you back on the druid’s massive cock, then forwards so Astarion could fuck your throat. They made sure neither your mouth or pussy was empty at a time. You clutched the grass beneath you like a lifeline, you felt like you were losing your higher brain functions. Nothing else mattered in this beautiful moment other than the pleasure you felt, and the pleasure your lovers were taking from you, greedily fucking your sweet little holes like their lives depended on it.

You heard Halsin let out a deep groan and his hands migrated from your waist to your hanging belly, holding you tight, his own warm belly and chest pressing into your back as he took you in a more bestial position. The thought of Halsin losing control as he pounded you, losing his own grip on propriety and fucking you like a wild animal, made you scream around Astarion’s length and the vampire withdrew from you briefly and cupped your jaw as you whined long and loud, announcing your second orgasm of the night. Halsin fucked you through it, rasping and grunting filthy praise all the while.

“Perfect girl, cum on my cock, such a good girl. Surely you can do it again for me, yes?”

You nodded helplessly as you convulsed around his pistoning cock, drool freely dripping from your parted lips, “Uh huh!” you could only whine in reply.

With a long index finger and thumb, Astarion squished your chubby cheeks together, making you pout. You heard him click his tongue down at you, “What a greedy girl we have~ Already cumming again?” he used his other hand to guide his cock to your mouth, lightly slapping your cushiony lips with his angry red cockhead, “help me cum and we’ll see to that third orgasm you need.”

Haslin let out a breathy laugh from behind you, groping your soft ass as he slowed his pace, letting you recover a bit, “Third, fourth… however many she wishes!”

“You’re already spoiling her!” Astarion whined, but you could hear his smile, even when you closed your eyes to obediently take his cock back onto your tongue, “Though she does beg to be spoiled, doesn’t she? To be pampered and fucked full all day long. Thaaat’s a good pet~” he cooed to you as his fingers wound into your soft tresses.

With a nod from you, the two men resumed their steady pace. Astarion in, Halsin out. Halsin in, Astrarion out… The noises you three were making filled the air around you; your sweet, muffled whines mixed with Astarion’s low voice spitting vile taunts mixed with sincere, divine praise, and Halsin’s rough, almost animalistic growls and grunts as he became more and more desperate. The symphony of your voices was accompanied by the filthy, wet noises of Astarion fucking your sloppy mouth, and Halsin drilling your gushing, oversensitive pussy. You felt your breasts and stomach swinging under you with every movement, felt Halsin’s broad hips slapping your cushy ass with every deep thrust he gave, dragging his heavy cock along your sweet spot before it squeezed against your cervix. You felt his heavy balls kiss your hard little clit before he dropped a hand under you to circle it, making your eyes roll back. You wondered if you would cum again before the men did?

You didn’t have long to ponder that before you heard Astarion hiss out a strained warning, “Fuck, darling, I’m going to cum,” he pulled your hair back hard and you whined in pleasurable pain. You looked up blearily into Astarion’s gorgeous red eyes that were burning with intense lust, “I’m going to shoot straight down your throat, you will swallow every last drop,” he ordered, withdrawing for a moment so you could breathe, “then you’ll thank me for the meal. Understand?” he grinned sharply as you nodded, his smile nearing on crazed, and he licked his lips before plunging down your throat.

Your eyes rolled back in your head, Halsin continuing to pound you while you felt Astarion release pump after pump of hot, bitter cum right down your throat. The vein on the underside of his manhood throbbed against your tongue. The vampire’s head rolled back and he let out a long, beautiful moan as he fed you. Halsin slowed down his pace for a moment, letting you swallow the thick fluid as AStarion withdrew his spent cock.

Good, obedient girl that you were, you smiled up at him hazily and licked your lips, “Thank you for the meal, Astarion~” you panted, showing him your empty mouth.

“Perfect pet,” Astarion praised and caressed your beautiful, soft face, catching his breath, “Now, let dear Halsin finish you off!” he nodded back at Halsin and you cried as the druid started up at a punishing pace.

You writhed beneath him, sweat dripping onto the grass under you as your toes curled in the night air. Both you and Halsin were beyond the point of words, just crying and moaning and grunting and screaming as pleasure overtook you. Halsin took greedy handfuls of your plush fat, using it as an anchor to pull you back on his cock, drilling deeper and deeper, hitting spots inside you never touched before. It was all too much! Too much! The feeling of that massive cock fucking you with intent to breed, Halsin’s strong arms holding you in place while Astarion’s hands now held you as if you were a delicate, priceless gem, the taste of Astarion’s cum at the back of your throat. You couldn’t hold back your voice, whiny and far-gone.

“Gonna cum gonna cum gonna cum- Halsin! HALSIIIN!” You screamed into the night as your body bent, thrashing as orgasm overtook you. Your vision went white as Halsin growled behind you.

“Gods, yes! Cum on this cock!” He railed you through it, body on top of yours, nearly pressing you into the dirt as you squirted around his cock, “take my seed, take all of my- oh fuck-!”

You felt yourself spasm in your lovers’ hold, cumming again, gentler, as you felt Halsin empty a torrent of hot, sticky cum into your womb. Halsin gasped for breath as he gave a few final thrusts, as if ensuring every drop of his seed was safely planted in you. He slowly pulled out and you whined at the sudden loss, and you held a hand over your well-used pussy to make sure nothing leaked out.

Halsin laid back on the grass, and Astarion guided your boneless body to lay next to him. You immediately curled around Halsin, one of his strong arms wrapping protectively around your shoulders. Astarion joined his other side, also being pulled to cuddle on top of the druid.

You sighed blissfully. Your sweat had cooled in the night air, but you were warmed by the men near you, and you could tell the feeling was more than mutual. The moon and stars shone above you, providing light so you could see your lovers’ satisfied smiles.

Astarion fluffed his hair, which had gotten more than a bit tousled during your fun, “Well, Halsin, I sincerely hope you enjoyed yourself as much as we did,” he propped his chin up on one of Halsin’s pecs and gave him a coy smile, “I would very much like to do this again~”

Haslin let out a quiet laugh and his chest rumbled with it, “If the both of you would be willing to have me again, I would love that.”

You nuzzled into Halsin’s neck and pressed a warm kiss to his sticky, sweat-lined skin, “Mmh~ I’d love that. There’s so much I’d love to try with you two.”

Astarion grinned and reached over, tasking your hand in his own, “Really, darling~? Do tell us, then. What could possibly be on your mind?” Halsin and Astarion looked down at you, curious with a faint spark of renewed lust.

You shook your head, “I’ll tell you next time,” you let out a yawn as fatigue creeped up on you, “but… don’t let me stop you two from fooling around if you’re not spent yet.” you added with a playful smile.

Halsin pinched your cheek and you giggled, “Naughty little thing,” he teased, but he cast a glance at Astarion, “Though… if you wanted, Astarion…?” he left the question hang.

Astarion huffed and hid his blushing face on the other side of Halsin’s neck, “And you call me insatiable!? I need my beauty rest!”

Halsin laughed and pulled you and Astarion closer, “Well then, beauties, why don’t we rest? We can regroup with the others in the morning.”

You and Astarion agreed, and snuggled up to the cuddly druid until the sun eventually bathed your bodies in it’s warm embrace. Though you had to admit, now you would prefer the embrace of your vampire and your druid any day.

~💞~

AN2: Oh!! Taglist! I'm gonna tag everyone who liked to the taglist post I made PLUS everyone who commented about part two on the first part lmao~

@bamblepee @nova-starion @rosaliemizzrym @cross-stitch-grandma @serendipitous-fernweh @winnieshitposts-blog @audreonne @missusbarnes-rogers @darkprincemara @iwannabealocalcryptid @flowerfoxsstuff @teramjna @huuvu @somewhereonliknow @exophelia @absinthe-adonis @aquarivsrot

#bg3 astarion #chubby reader #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 halsin #fat reader #smut #baldur's gate 3 smut #Pajama Writes #halsin x reader #astarion x reader #halsin x astarion #female reader

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tarjapearce · 9 months

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I had a cute idea of the soccer family and it’s like wife reader and Miguel after a long long day and they finally put kids in bed clean the kitchen from dinner and their both ready for bed in their sleep clothes and they decided to watch a movie but the movie its a sad movie when a kid dies or get really sick and the wife reader gets really sensitive about that cause she imaginé the movie kid as her own kids and start crying and Miguel it’s trying to comfort her (I already ask for this in another page but I think you would get this better) I think it’s a cute idea, love your writing. 🫶🫶

Omg, I saw a movie that reminds me so much to this!!! . Not precisely physically injured but yeah. Hope you like! ❤️✨

(If you're into drama, Watch it ❤️)

The quietness after another successful day in the O'Hara household meant another victory for daily activities. Benjamin was changed into his little blue and red onesie, and put to sleep. Gabriella was tucked in bed; You and Miguel were ready to enjoy a little time together before going to bed.

Miguel had been zapping through the channels, you cuddled him and he put an arm around your shoulders.

His eyes were settled on the tv, the scene of a blonde little girl looking at to what seemed to be her legal guardian, confused as to why there was a new lock in the door.

The movie title displayed on the bottom, 'What Maisie Knew'

"She's such a cutie" You mumbled as you watched the little actress making an appearance in school holding hands with a man as he walked her towards the classroom.

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As the movie advanced you couldn't help but to cling to Miguel, he was as tense as you were. Seeing the characters fight over the custody of their only daughter and making her to choose gave your heart a doleful flip.

Eyes couldn't help but gloss at a certain scene, the little girl being awaken in the middle of the night just cause her emotionally neglecting mother thought it was a good idea.

Resentment, pain yet understanding were one of the primary things the movie had stirred within your pot of emotions but soon sadness joined.

How could a mother do such thing to her only child? Still was beyond you. You had tried to be empathic with the character, but still, was something your mind couldn't quite grasp.

Her neglect and abandonment was deliberated. Sussan didn't fight for her unless she saw Maisie being happy with others.

Fat tears rolled down your cheeks and Miguel frowned

"¿Estás bien?" (Are you ok?)

His hands pushed you closer to him on his chest as your head shook. He turned the TV off.

"How can she do that? Resent her own child to be happy. Like, she is a child! It's not Maisie's fault she's been an unstable woman."

Miguel gave a deep exhale and rested his head ontop of yours.

"You know that not many parents are meant to be."

"It only makes it worse to know that she is aware of everything that is going on. I just... ugh, I could... I could never do something like that. Marrying someone out of spite, dragging your kid into a grown up fight, and make her choose!"

You hiccuped and he wiped away your tears.

"It's just a movie, mi amor."

"I know. Still... It's so damn awful knowing that parents like these exist. I couldn't help but imagine Gabi like that. And God... I swear I'd fight with teeth and claws for her."

Miguel chuckled, a bit sadly. The sudden image of him and you fighting over Gabriella and Benjamin surely didn't sit right on his chest.

"You know we are far from perfect, right? Marriage wise."

You nodded and clung to him once more.

"But know this. We'd never get to that, ok?"

"Promise?"

"Te lo prometo. You're stuck with me forever, cariño." (I promise)

His lips kissed your forehead.

"Besides, think it as a win for Maisie. She gets to have loving parents that truly look after her wellbeing and those cabrones will think twice before having a kid again."

"At least they know they're shitty parents."

"Cierto. But don't think too much about it." (True that)

He cradled you in his arms and caressed your hair.

"That movie is banned from this household"

Miguel chuckled and nodded.

"Need a glass of water or tissues?"

"Hold me?"

"Of course."

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #soccer family ⚽🕷️#gabi o'hara #t writes✨#dad miguel o'hara #wife reader #THAT MOVIE IS SO GOOD AND HEART WRENCHING 🙃🙃#miguel o'hara fluff

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 3 months

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hi lovely! since you don’t want more percy requests and want some variety, what about headcanons for jason and a burnt out reader (like overworks herself to the point of almost breaking down) maybe a daughter of nike would fit?

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ The Golden Boy And His Bronze Girl

content: jason grace x daughter of nike! reader fic warning: ig minor angst??, crying and emotional stuff but don't worry captain fluff is to the rescue by the end author's note: look, look, i know you said hcs BUT it was such a good prompt that i couldn't help but make it a full fic and also that title came to me in a fever dream and i don't give hcs or blurbs titles so i just had to make it a full fic. also thank you for breaking the percy cycle youre so real for that. also, also, this healed something inside me, so thank you

a three page paper due by friday. ten precalc problems, each taking a whole page to do. spanish and econ quiz, same day next thursday. chemistry lab and lab report. softball tryouts on saturday and immediately after is basketball practice, coach wants to win states this year. and that was all just in one week. the poor daughter of nike was on the verge of a breakdown, she felt like she was falling apart- no, being ripped into shreds. every paper that came back with even a single point off filled her with an insurmountable dread before she shoved it to the bottom of her backpack, never to see the light of day again. More and more papers started coming back like that, each one another hour she stayed up crying while trying to also hyper analyze jane austen for her english class. all she really wanted was to burn all her texts books and her laptop and every single sports jersey and curl up with jason on the couch. and coffee. she really, really wanted coffee.

but she could not get it, as she locked herself in the school library to hopefully get some of this stuff done. she just- she lacked the time. it's not like she wasn't trying, gods know she was doing everything in her power to do it all. but there weren't enough hours in a day. like, ever. around the time her vision started getting blurry as she stared at her chemisty study guide for her test the next day and probably an hour after her headphones died is when she saw heaven. well, the closest thing to heaven she could find on earth. jason grace, her darling boyfriend, walking up shyly with a iced coffee.

"there's my girl. didn't think you'd still be here," jason hummed as he approached, pressing a kiss to her cheek while passing off the coffee. then he froze as big, fat tears started to stream down her face.

"oh, what's wrong?? y/n-"

"i can't- i can't do it anymore. you're too good for me. i- i-" the girl sputtered, the words just coming out of her mouth, unable to think anymore. she's spent too much time thinking today so instead she let her emotions take over, curling into a ball of mushy tears.

"hey, hey," jason cooed, instantly, reaching out and setting a hand on her thigh and running the other through her hair. "talk to me. what's going through that pretty head of yours?"

"it's too much, all of it. i can't keep up, i'm falling behind, jason. the daughter of victory is failing and- and-" y/n all but gasped out, finding small comfort in jason's hands. he just nodded along, a frown on his lips and a twinge of pain in his face. this just made the girl cry harder, feeling like she was spreading her misfortune onto him.

"it doesn't have to be perfect all the time, you know. you're doing the best you can and that's what's important. i'd call that a win," reasoned jason but the girl just shook her head, curling more in on herself.

"if...if i can't be good, if i can't win, then what...what am i? what's the point of me?" she whispered, her eyes widening at this realization and tears steadily rolling down her face.

"you're still you. you're my darling girlfriend. you're the hardest working person i've ever met. you're fun and the light of my life. that's what you are," jason stated, firmly and instantaneously, unwilling to listen to any arguement. the looked up through her fingers and messy hair, meeting his blue eyes and soft smile.

"there you go," he whispered, gently pushing her hands away and replacing them with his own.

"i'm a mess," the girl replied with a puff of laughter, jason nodding his head with a smile.

"yes, yes, you are. but, you're my mess. my beautiful, mess," he added, winking before pressing a kiss to her forehead, the girl doing something close to a giggle but not quite.

"thank you...for all of this," the daughter of nike breathed out after a moment, slowly finding her smile again.

"but most importantly the coffee, right?"

"obviously."

"of course," jason bit back, shaking his head fondly at her before turning back to her stack of text books and promptly slamming them shut.

"hey! i need to finish that!" the girl instantly argued, reaching out for her book desperately. jason instantly pulled the book back, holding it far out of her reach.

"nope! not happening. not today, at least. we're gonna close all these books, put them in your backpack and zip it shut until the morning. then we're gonna go back to my place and you can put those squishy things on both of our faces," ordered jason, working on closing all of her books and packing her up.

"the face masks?" the girl giggled, unable to stop them no matter how much she wanted to.

"yeah, those. c'mon, i'll even let you pick the movie," jason tacked on, offering her a dazzling smile as he zipped up her backpack and slung it over his shoulder.

"you know, one of those papers are due today," y/n subtly tried to argue as she stood up, wiping her face of any tears and latching onto jason's arm.

"looks like your turning it in late. it won't kill you."

"you suck."

"and you'll be thanking me later. did i mention i have ice cream at my house?" jason pretended to think, still trying to win the girl over even though they were steadily walking towards his house.

"no, you did not."

"well...i've got ice cream at my house," he joked, the girl laughing loudly as she clung to him.

"you're so stupid, golden boy."

"maybe, but it made you laugh, bronze girl. that's kinda all that matters to me," jason admitted, looking down at her with the definition of heart eyes and being met with the same look.

"you're such a softie."

"just for you, my love."

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #pjo fandom #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo #jason grace x reader #jason grace

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l0v3tast3 · 11 months

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If you could do more !pervoldertoji hcs that would be amazing

aa sorry this is kinda short and that it took awhile !! kinda ran out of steam for writing for toji a bit ngl :c but thank you for the request and i hope you enjoy!! <<33

✎ tags: mdni! nsft, f!reader, age gap (r is 18/19, toji is late 30's/early 40's),

✎ word count: 800 words (not proofread)

masterlist | requests are open!

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!toji who rents a hotel room for you both every once in awhile. the first time he takes you to one, he's opening the car door for you after he'd taken you to dinner and pauses, taking a step so your bodies are nearly touching and tells you his plan lowly. he's got a smile that you can't tell comes from the thought of his latest fantasy or to reassure you. after the receptionist glares at you with a mix of jealousy and judgement and a handsy elevator ride to the fourth floor, you're in your hotel room and toji is already hiking up your dress.

✧ ˖ ° you end up with your chest and palms pressed onto the glass of one of the windows, toji drilling his fat cock into you to lurch you forward. one hand pulls back your neck to make your back arch and the other holds your hips up to meet his. he'll do his best to make sure your eyes are rolling back and your tongue lolls out (as usual, he does a good job).

✧ ˖ ° if someone happens to walk through the parking lot to the front door, toji makes sure you see them, taking your jaw and moving your head for you to point them out. "see'em, princess? y'think they saw you?" when your eyebrows crease and you tighten around him and lets out a breathy laugh. "ya want me to open the window and make sure they do? y'like them seeing you, don't you? ha, can't lie to me when i have my dick in you, little girl." he loves seeing you get flustered and shy, trying to press into him and away from the window and grabbing onto the hands keeping you up. toji will just shake his head and push you back, laying his back over yours so he could trap you against the glass.

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!toji who takes you with him to casinos and the races when he goes gambling. he'll tell you that you're his lucky charm, that he wins a lot more whenever you come with. maybe he doesn't win as much money as he always hopes to, but what he does win is the looks of jealousy from the other men around the two of you. the gorgeous little girl clinging onto her boyfriend's arm, dolled up in a pretty dress and makeup to match, was a sight of envy for most of them, and toji loves how he can say that you're his.

✧ ˖ ° when you get anxious and grip his arm a little harder, scoot a bit closer to him, toji will grin and pull you onto his lap, chuckling when you scold him and try to squirm off. in doing so, you always doom yourself to being caged against him with a muscular arm wrapped around your waist. he pulls you tight against him so you can feel how hard he's getting the more you wiggle. a kiss gets planted under your ear and he'll mumble so only you can hear, "don't be nervous, baby, they won't touch ya as long as y'stay close to me. just sit pretty a little longer, we're almost done."

✧ ˖ ° once he trusts that you won't slip away back onto the chair cushion, toji will slide his free hand to grip and rub over your thighs. he only ever grazes his fingertips under the hem of your dress, just close enough to your core to get you as worked up as he is. the men sitting around the table know what's happening, they can see how you get squirmy again and your failed attempts of keeping your grip on his wrist under the table. of course, they won't say anything. they know who toji fushiguro is.

✧ ˖ ° as soon as the game is over, toji collects whatever he needs to and practically drags you out of the building. to your bewilderment, before you reach the parking lot he'll pull you into an alleyway just out of sight of the street, but you're questions are answered as soon as he's picking you up and holding you against the concrete wall. his hand will already be pulling your underwear aside to shove two wide fingers into you. "y'just act all shy to get on top of me, don't ya princess? just wanna get me hard in front of everyone, you're that desperate for my cock? y'want me to fuck you in front of 'em? they wouldn't be able to stop watchin' your pretty little ass bouncing on my dick. or should we show them how good i got your mouth trained?"

#jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x female reader #reader insert #toji fushiguro smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #— lilly writes! ♡#— ask!

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libraryofloveletters · 11 months

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Nothing Without You

John Stones x Fem!Reader

Warnings: best friends in love but also in denial, everyone can see it but them, lots of softness, alcohol and the consumption of (lots of it), drunk jack grealish (thats a warning in itself), swearing, it’s so family coded between the players and kids and wags, baby fever from john’s end, friendly teasing from the other players, horrible singing, drunken posting, Sasha and reader are lowkey besties, hangovers for dayssssss

Word Count: 3.6k

Author’s Note: you can blame the great miss whitney houston for this. every song she has is so john coded and in honour of the treble win, I had to do this.

Attached at the hip since you two were 20, it’s been that way since the first day you met; John was the drunk guy singing off key to Whitney Houston and you were the girl dancing next to him.

Inseparable since.

Istanbul had you all on the edge of your seat, fingers crossed and your heart pounding out of your chest as you watched Inter kick the ball towards the net. Ederson swatted the ball away and they managed to kick it from the net just as the final whistle blew.

One.

Two.

Three.

The match was over and you could breathe again; you can’t imagine how the boys must be feeling. Everyone goes running onto the field, the boys collapsing and hugging each other, screaming and shouting as the entire stadium cheers.

“They did it!!” You turned to the woman shouting next to you.

You pulled Sasha into a hug, “they did it!!” You shouted back. The two of you stood together as you watched the trophy ceremony, and the boys received their metals. The blue and white confetti covered the green grass and the fireworks covered the black night sky.

“C’mon!” You grabbed her hand as you made your way down to the field to see the boys.

John spots you before you spot him. The man in blue comes running to you, arms open before he reaches you. “Johnny!!!” You screamed, jumping on your best friend. He grinned, wrapping his arms around you as he pressed a fat kiss to your cheek, dangerously close to your lips.

The player swings you around before putting you down. Your hands squished his face, “Johnny!! I'm soooo proud of you. You’re a fucking champion!”

“Fucking champions!!” He laughs, kissing your temple as he puts his arm over your shoulder.

You two walked around the pitch, John stopping every two seconds to talk to his teammates and the Man City staff. You had wandered off, spotting Riyad’s fiancé, Taylor and their daughter, Mila. “Hi baby girl,” you smiled, tickling her side. “You wanna hold her?” Taylor asks and you smile, nodding.

She hands the little girl over to you and you kiss her cheek, fixing her little Man City jersey. You felt someone grab your leg and you look down to see none other than Ronnie. “Hi buddy!” You kneel down, moving to sit on the ground with Mila.

“Hi y/n! Hi Mila!” He holds her little hand, the two of them giggling over something. You weren’t really paying attention to what he was telling her but it was making her laugh.

John patted his friend’s back, the two of them turning their attention to you on the floor with the kids. Riyad doesn’t miss the way John’s eyes light up when he looks at you or how his smile brightens. You covered Mila’s eyes before Ronnie made a silly face at her. The three of you giggling like the best of friends. The big number 5 on your back and the sight of kids in your arms only made John’s heart skip a beat.

“She's good with them, huh?” He says, getting John’s attention.

“What?” He asks, confused.

Riyad nods towards you with the kids. “Y/n... she's good with the kids.”

“Oh,” John nods, smiling. “Yeah. She’s great.”

The man shakes his head, nudging his friend with his shoulder. Riyad laughs, “you just don’t get it.”

He picks up Mila, rubbing Ronnie’s head as he passes by with the little girl. John wanders over to you, a hand stretched out to help you up.

“Shall we take a picture?” He held your hand, walking over to Erling and his girlfriend who currently had the trophy.

You smiled watching as Erling stood up and handed the massive silver trophy over to his teammate. You and Isabel were whispering something to each other when John replaced Erling on the random chair in the middle of the pitch, the trophy balanced on his right leg.

“Babe,” the word rolled off his tongue, a common name amongst the many nicknames he had for you. “C’mere.” He pats his free thigh.

You walked over and sat yourself down on his leg, an arm over his shoulder to balance yourself. John wraps an arm around your waist, a hand on your hip with the other holding the trophy. Your arm was still over his shoulder and the other was holding the other side of the trophy.

One of the photographers shouts, “Smile!” John ignores him, letting you hold up the weight of the trophy for a minute, taking the medal around his neck off. He slings it around your neck, straightening it before holding the trophy again.

“Okay, ready now.” He tells no one in particular, the two of you smiling at the various cameras.

You giggled as John pinched your hip, getting you to smile brighter; the way he liked.

You were about to take the medal off but he stopped you, “keep it. It looks better on you,” he smiled as he passed the trophy off to Jack when you two got up.

---

There’s shouting, music and laughter coming from the other side of your hotel door. The boys were in full party mode but all decided to take a quick minute to freshen up before heading out again.

All of them except for the one you were certain was banging on your room door.

“Y/n!!” He sang along with the music, knocking again. “C’mon! I know you’re in there!!” He shouts as you open the door.

Jack stood there in his kit, medal over his neck as he dragged the big speaker behind him. He looks at you like you were an alien; lipstick in one hand, your drink in the other with the curlers pinned in your hair so you can freshen it up.

“You’re not ready?!” He shouts as if you were down the hallway.

You laughed, shaking your head. “What are you even doing up here? I thought you went straight to the club.”

"I came looking for- Oh! Here!” He turns around and grabs something, handing you a shot glass filled with some gold liquid when he turns back around. You look at the man like he's insane.

You brought the glass up to your face, the heavy scent of tequila caused you to wrinkle your nose. “Where'd you even get this?”

Jack’s got his own shot in hand, tapping his glass to yours. “We're fucking champions of Europe, baby! Cheers!” he shouted, the two of you giggling as you downed your shots in the doorway like teenagers getting drunk off cheap booze before a party. The tequila burns on the way down but Jack turns, the half empty bottle of 1942 in hand when he spins around again and he refills the shot glasses.

You tap your glass to his and drink this shot too, thinking you can finally get rid of him, allowing yourself to finish getting ready in peace but Jack starts singing and refilling the shot glasses once again.

“John, John, Johnny Stonesssss!” He held the note, “where are you, my Johnny Stones?!”

And as if he was summoned, John stepped out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist. You won’t lie and say your best friend wasn’t attractive because he was but you couldn't look at him like that; despite looking at him like that right now. Your eyes fixed on the man, watching the way the water dripped down his chest, following the little drops all the way down to the towel that stopped them from going further.

Even with him being drunk, Jack noticed the way you looked at his teammate. He wiggled his eyebrows as he tapped his glass to yours. The two of you downed what you hoped was the final set of shots before he left.

He wiggled his eyebrows, John wasn’t paying attention to Jack at the moment. “Don’t fuck! Come down so we can get fucked upppppp.”

“Fuck off,” you laughed, smacking his arm lightly. Jack waved to you, finally walking away to the elevator.

John looks at you as he puts on his pants, “why is your face red?”

“Had a few shots with Jack,” you held up the empty shot glass, finally putting your lipstick on. John nods, humming as he finishes getting dressed. You were glad Jack stopped in because what else would you blame your red cheeks on? The fact that you were gawking at your shirtless best friend?

Insane.

He comes over to you, his hand on your hip as he watches you pull the last curler from your hair.

“Ready?” His eyes meet yours in the mirror.

You nod, smiling. “Ready.”

The club was five minutes from the hotel, you bumped into Phil and Becca on your way to the lobby, the four of you deciding to head there together. From the moment you stepped inside, John and Phil were instantly pulled into hugs, conversations and promises of dances, not to mention all the drinks all of you were being handed before you even made it to the bar.

The four of you got separated, you and Becca found a few of the other girls who had lost their other halves and were sorta dancing and chatting at the same time - it was more of a shout over the music but you were all too many shots in to care.

At some point, you decided you needed another drink that wasn’t in a shot glass. “I’m gonna get a drink!” You shouted to Becca and she gave you a thumbs up. “Do you want anything?”

“No! I’m good babe!” She smiles, letting you walk off to the bar.

You navigate your way through the crowd and eventually find the bar. The bartender was busy and you waited, not wanting to be one of those people at shouts at the bartenders who were clearly busy. A few minutes later, he found his way to you so you could order and just as you do, you feel a set of hands on your hips.

“I was looking for you!” The person shouts to you, a chin on your shoulder before you turn around.

You find John holding onto you, a big goofy grin on his face and you could smell the liquor on him; now if he split something on himself or if he had one too many shots, it was unclear but one thing was, that he was having a good time.

“I was looking for you too!” You shouted back to him, smiling at him.

Just as you turn around to get your drink, the opening notes of I Have Nothing by Whitney Houston come on; an odd choice for a club you think to yourself but John doesn’t follow the same train of thought. The man grabs your hand, the drink spilling as he pulls, practically yanked, you to the dance floor.

“This!” He shouts, “is my fucking song!”

You giggled, letting him pull you to him before you two started singing.

“Take my love, I’ll never ask for too much. Just all that you are and everything that you do.” You sang to John, arms over his shoulders and your hand resting on the back of his neck.

The man’s hand reached for your hips, pulling you a few inches closer. “I don't really need to look very much further. I don't wanna have to go, where you don't follow.”

“I won't hold it back again, this passion inside. Can't run from myself. There's nowhere to hide.” You sang the next part.

John spun you around, your back to his chest, his arms wrapped around you and held you close to him. You can feel his chin on your shoulder, the stubble on his jaw rubbed against yours as he pressed his face to yours.

“Don't make me close one more door. I don't wanna hurt anymore. Stay in my arms if you dare or must I imagine you there. Don't walk away from me.” He sang horribly off key.

You giggled as you two sang the last part together; “I have nothing, nothing, nothing if I don't have you, you, you, you, you, you.”

John lets go of you, your hand still on his shoulder as you two danced to the other song. You take a sip from your drink only to find the ice hitting your lips. “I need another one!” You tell him, wandering off to the bar again.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Jack and Erling giggling.

“What?” You shouted to them and Jack ran over. “You and John are so cute, it makes me wanna puke!” He laughs, a hand on your arm.

Erling slings his arm over your shoulder, “yeah! Get a room!”

“Fuck off, both of you!” You laughed, ignoring them.

You left them at the bar, a drink in hand as you walked off to find John again. The man was with Kyle and Ruben, the 3 of them pouring a round of shots.

“Want one?” Kyle held a glass out to you and you nod, taking it from him. John’s arm slings over your shoulder, pulling you into his side before the 4 of you holding up your shots.

“To us! To the treble! To the champions of Europe!” Kyle shouts over the music, the clear liquid slipping over the rim of the glass, all of you downing your shots.

Kyle pulls Ruben to dance, the two of them amongst the last set of people on the dance floor. It was nearly 5am, the sun was peeking through the clouds over the city and all of you had been up for nearly 24 hours straight. There was a flight back to Manchester in 5 hours and you figured you two could sneak in a few hours of sleep.

John had the same thought, “ready to go?” He whispers to you, lips pressed to your ear. You nod, holding his hand as you two walk out. He shouted to his friends as you two walked out of the club, his fingers interlocked with yours when you got into the cab back to the hotel.

The walk up to the room was no better, his hands on your hips, the two of you giggling as you tried to undo the lock on the door, the keycard not buzzing. John’s face buried in your neck, the stubble on his chin tickling at your skin, you shrugging him off and finally got into the room.

He went to the bathroom to change and you were on the bed, taking a moment to gather yourself before you tried to get your shoes off. Eventually you managed to undo the strap and kicked them off, letting them land somewhere.

“Fuck,” you heard from groan from the bathroom, you slowly got up and walked over.

You could see the man in the reflection of the mirror, his fingers tugging at the buttons on his shirt but he wasn’t getting them undone. “Need help?” you asked, pushing the door open.

John dropped his hands, “please.”

Your hands slowly made its way down, undoing the buttons for him. The medal around his neck slung as he moved and he finally got the hint after you pushed it away like 4 times. John took it off, you assumed he’d set it down somewhere but instead he slung it around your neck, the heavy gold pendent hitting your sternum when he let go.

“Perfect,” he smiled to himself as he watched you undo the last button.

You picked up the medal. “What’s this for?”

“Just ‘cause and you’re the coolest ever,” he hugs you from behind, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. “And because I love you sooooooo much,” he smiled, kissing your jaw when he leaned down.

Your cheeks are bright red, swatting the man’s hands when he pinches your side.

The phone on the counter catches your eye and you pick it up, manage to unlock it and open the camera. “Smile,” you told him, leaning back on him. John’s arm wrapped around you, over your shoulder as you two smiled at each other in the mirror.

There’s a series of drunken photos being taken; his arms around you, the two of you making silly faces, laughing and giggling. Somehow you’re leaning over the counter and he’s got the phone now, you’re still laughing. There’s one of you hugging him, you kiss his cheek and in the next one, he kisses yours. Somehow you got your signals crossed, both of you turning to kiss each other on the cheek and ended up actually kissing. Your hand on his cheek as you giggled against his lips.

“We should try to sleep,” you tell him as you hopped up onto the counter.

John leaned on you and was clicking away from his phone. “Uh huh,” he finally put the phone down, wrapping his arms around you before he picked you up.“Let’s go then,” he carried you back to the bedroom, you giggled as you held onto him, the man dropping you on the bed before joining you.

---

The airport was noisy, your head pounding and you were still refusing to open your eyes. John’s arm was around you and you were cuddled into his side, trying to get a few more seconds of peace before the team headed out for this flight back to Manchester. The rest of you would all be on your own flights home later in the day.

Kevin was passing by, a smile on his face as he looked at this teammate. “Good man, Johnny.” He pats the man’s shoulder. John gives him a puzzled smile, watching Kevin walk away.

You open your eyes slightly, looking at your friend. “What is Kev on about?”

“Not a clue,” John rubbed your arm, letting you settle back into his side.

Gundo walked by, a big smile on his face as he looked between the two of you. John was beyond confused as to why all his teammates were in a good mood, patting his shoulders and telling him good job.

Either he was delusional and stuck in an alternate reality or they were all still drunk.

“YOU GUYS FINALLY DID IT!!!!” Jack shouts, jumping in front of you both. “Oh god, make him shut up.” You grumbled in John’s arm, making him chuckle.

Sasha shushed the man, pulling him back a bit. “Jack!” She scolded him, “be quiet.

“Okay, I’m confused. What is going on?” John asked. Jack’s looking at you two like you’re mad, “you- what do you mean what’s going on?” He reaches for his phone to show you something but the screen won’t turn on.

Sasha ignores her boyfriend for a moment, showing you both what Jack was trying to show you on her phone. There it is, the reason everyone has been looking at you two funny; a series of photos from the series of photos you took last night, you and John in the bathroom with the medal around your neck, kissing and John’s shirt undone.

Quite the scandal.

“Oh my god.” You looked at the phone, and then John, and then back to the phone and back to John again. Sasha nodded, “it's out there now.. but based on that look on your face, I’m guessing those weren’t meant to be posted?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, John was already reaching for his phone. “I’ll delete them.”

Your hand rested on his, stopping him. “Don’t.. it's already out there. It's fine.”

John looked at you, “you’re sure?”

“100%”

He smiles at you just as the announcement plays over the speaker. “All Manchester City players and staff, please report to gate 3B for departure.”

You and Sasha walked them to the gate. The couple next to you were all wrapped up, whispering something to each other like it's the last time they’d see each other - they’d be reunited in a few hours.

John’s hand rests on your lower back, “I’ll see you at home?”

You nodded, a smile on your face. “I’ll see you at home.” He pulled you against him, your hand on his cheek when you kissed him. Foreheads pressed to each other’s, giggling like teenagers in love.

“Can you let go of her for a second?” Jack interrupted, “let me say bye to my friend?”

John rolls his eyes playfully, letting you go. You and Jack hugged goodbye for now, John and Sasha doing the same. “We’ll see you at home,” she called to them, the two of them waving from the tunnel.

You were about to walk away but John dropped his bag, running back to you. “What are you doing-” The man cuts you off with a kiss; very hallmark-esque of him.

“You’re gonna miss your flight,” you whispered to him.

“They won’t leave without me.” He smiles, giving you another kiss. You gave him a little push, sending him on his way.

You jogged to catch up with Sasha, the two of you heading off to get a coffee. The woman nudged you with her shoulder as you two stood in line. You look over at her and nod, waiting for her to say something.

“I’m glad you two finally came to your senses.” She smiled and you laughed.

“Yeah, me too.”

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Shades of Cool (Boxer!Steve x Librarian!Fem reader)

summary: steve’s new ride inflates his ego (and anger).

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

♡ the steve collection ♡

warnings: angst, daddy issues, verbal argument (shocker), maybe a little shoving and manhandling, otherwise cutesy fluff :)

hawkins, indiana, november 15th 1989

Last week, Steve got a Harley.

He had a fight in Chicago, and you sprang to the phone the moment it shrilled at ten-thirty, knowing it meant the fight was over and Steve was on the other line.

"Hey, pretty girl," he mumbled through the phone.

You could tell from the low grumble of his voice—the way his words mushed together all souped up and unenunciated—that he'd taken too many hits to be coherent. But Steve continued to surprise everyone with his relentless stamina and easy energy.

"Hi, Stevie," you practically cooed, the rubber cord of the telephone coiling its way around your finger. "You win for me tonight, champ?"

Steve snickered into the receiver, a hoarse and half-coughed chuckle following suit. "Yeah. Yeah, baby, I won."

A burst of pride sparked through your chest, like it always did. No matter how many calls you got from Steve, announcing his inevitable victory in the ring, they never got old. You never got tired of hearing his delirious mumbling, of picturing the busted lip you could hear through his words. The sound of his voice graveling through the phone never failed to send cold shivers down your spine, and tingles through your nerves. You were always a giggly, grinning mess when you bid him goodnight.

"And...got a surprise t' show you 'morrow when I come home," Steve declared, and your heart hammered in your chest with impatience.

"Can't wait to see it."

What you hadn't expected was for Steve to come ripping down your street on a black Harley Cruiser. You straightened up from your place on the sofa, chin tucked over the back to watch the street for sightings of your bloody boxer. The bike came roaring to the curb of your front lawn, idling for a moment before Steve kicked the stand down and eased the engine off. You leapt to your knees, pushing the curtains further apart to watch with wide blown eyes as his leather-gloved hands rose to pull off the helmet.

A heap of chestnut locks flopped free from the helmet, billowing in the wind. Steve tucked the helmet in the crook of his arm, wrapped in the black leather of a thick jacket zipped to the collar. He turned, concealing any view of his ass from you—but then you could see him, in all his bruised and bloodied glory: fat lip, swollen cheekbone, busted brow bone. He slipped a pair of black shades over his eyes on his ascent toward the front porch, and you scrambled to your feet to beat him there.

Yanking the door open, you beamed in delight at the sight of Steve—looming tall in a pair of sturdy steel-toed boots and his new black leather attire.

"Hey, pretty girl," he drawled, cocking a lopsided grin.

You closed the gap between the two of you, mounting his firm figure in one bound. Arms wrapping around his neck, legs around his torso, nose burying its way into the pine-scented warmth of his neck. Steve steadied himself on the rail of your front steps with one hand, pressing the other against the small of your back with a grunt. Once he had steadied, Steve chuckled gruffly.

"Missed me?"

You sighed into his neck, pressing a desperate kiss to the underside of his jaw. "You have no idea."

Steve lowered his chin to hook over your shoulder, bridging the minuscule distance between you. His eyes pinched closed behind the darkened shades, a huff of air expelling from his nose.

"Me too."

♡ ♡

"So...I mean, I love it, don't get me wrong but...why the Harley?"

After a good forty-five minutes of a tight embrace on your front porch, the two of you wandered toward the curb to check out Steve's new toy. Steve crossed his arms, grinning down at the gleaming black hunk of metal and iron.

"Just a little celebratory gift to myself. Ready for a ride?"

Steve hopped off the curb, boots scuffing against the asphalt of the street as he rounded the bike. You paled, watching him open the back hatch and pull out a pink helmet, smaller than his with your initials in a pretty cursive font along the right side. He met you on the curb again, wiggling it in his hands.

"Come on," Steve cooed, a grin playing on his lips, "got 'er just for you, angel."

You pouted uneasily, reaching out for the straps, just for Steve to playfully bat at your hands until they fell back to your sides. He bumped his knuckles under your chin gently until it lifted, and the helmet found its way over your skull. It was heavy and thick, and your head felt like a bowling ball on a string when he snapped the buckles together under your jaw.

Steve's smile spread his mouth wide, hands tapping the sides of your helmet gently. "There. Beautiful, baby."

He planted a gentle peck on your pouting mouth and tugged you by the hand toward the bike. He mounted the leather seat, both feet planted on the ground as he patted the space behind him. You braced yourself on his shoulders as you stepped up onto the footrest and slung your leg over. Once you were seated, Steve reached for your hands, bringing them to rest against his stomach with your arms circled around his waist.

"Hold on tight, 'kay, baby?"

You squished your cheek against his shoulder, bobbing your heavy head.

"Not too fast please, Stevie," you squeaked.

"'Course not, angel."

The bike roared to life, and an involuntary squeal ripped from your throat, arms tightening around Steve's body. He tried not to groan from the way your elbows dug into his ribs and brushed against his bruises. Soreness dragged on him, but Steve was too excited to show you his new toy to bother taking a moment to rest. He gave the throttle a squeeze, and the air seeped from your lungs at the growl of the humming bike between your legs.

You hung onto Steve for dear life the entire way through Hawkins, barely catching a glimpse of streets and shops whizzing by, unable to pry your eyes open. When he slowed to a stop and parked on the curb, it took a moment for you to register the world stilling. Steve chuckled, rubbing his gloved hands along yours.

"Doin' okay, angel?"

You groaned, nodding despite the dizziness fogging your brain. "Mhm."

He gave you a moment to settle before prying your arms away, pushing off the bike to stand on the curb and unclip your helmet. When it came off, you immediately reached to smooth your hair and Steve cracked a smile, wrapping his hand around your jaw to squish your cheeks and angle your mouth to his will.

"Look beautiful, baby."

You burned at his affection, eyes fluttering closed again when he captured your mouth in a wet kiss. You whimpered against the swipe of his warm tongue on your lower lip and Steve chuckled.

"Come on, I'm starving."

♡ ♡

Now, you only had a few days together before Steve had to take off for another fight in Boston, and you'd been pouting about it since he got here. Steve did all he could, spending every spare moment giving his full attention to you. You accompanied him to the gym to train, then out to lunch and dinner after. You brought him home to lounge in your room, though your parents were against the idea of him spending the night. You went to his tiny apartment and spent hours tangled together in bed.

And he drove the bike everywhere you went. To the gym, to the library to pick you up, to your house, to every diner and restaurant you went to. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't noticed the certain air of cockiness riding the bike seemed to add to his demeanor. The way he smirked when eyes followed the pair of you floating away from it, the way he slung his arm around you like putting on a show after helping you off the bike.

Of course, the new addition to his image was attractive. In fact, you'd had a few dreams about him bending you over the leather seat with the engine revving (your fantasies weren't always the safest or most practical).

But for the past few days, Steve had been irritable, and you'd been pouty. The combination didn't mesh well.

The tiniest things sent Steve over the edge—he had a short temper, as you'd come to learn. While it was never directed at you, it still affected you. And when Steve was irritable, he drove fast. How fast he drove depended on how irritable he was feeling. He could go from fast to way-too-fucking-fast before you had a moment to catch your breath behind him.

And for your pouting...well, Steve was leaving again. You only just got him back, and you knew when he'd return in a few more days, he'd just have to leave again.

"Fuckin' Christ," Steve muttered around a cigarette, stomping ahead of you toward the bike parked in the lot of his apartment building.

You scurried to catch up, adjusting the strap of your purse over your shoulder as it slipped with speed. Your skirt ruffled in the wind, and you struggled to keep up and keep it down at the same time.

"Can't we take the car?" you huffed as you approached the bike, and Steve fished his lighter out of the pocket of his leather jacket to light the cig.

He mounted the bike, resting back as he replaced the lighter and sucked in a drag of smoke. The scowl on his mouth deepened, and his eyes slid over to you still standing in the parking lot.

"Why?" Steve pulled the cigarette away and blew the smoke toward the sky.

You shifted, adjusting your purse again. "I'm...I'm wearing a skirt, Steve."

He eyed the skirt, bringing the cigarette back to his mouth. "Yeah, so?"

You crossed your arms, a familiar pout finding its way to your face. Steve sighed at the sight of it, eyes rolling.

"Baby, come on," he groaned, hand coming to rest on the clutch.

You gnawed on the inside of your cheek, gazing wearily at the sleek, black Harley like at any moment, it would rev up and bite you like a jaguar on the prowl. Steve tapped his finger on the clutch and tossed his cigarette toward the pavement.

"You..." Your voice as small, hesitant.

Steve jerked his chin forward, brows raising. "I what?"

A pitiful whine left you, and you dropped your arms, shoulders slumping in defeat. "You...you're gonna get mad, and then you're gonna drive too fast."

Steve's brows dropped, knitting together and accompanying his deep frown.

"What? M' not mad. M' gonna be if you don't get on the fuckin' bike and I'm late—"

"—Steven," you cut him off sharply.

Steve instantly leapt off the bike, shuffling over to you with a heavy sigh. He took your hands where they dangled at your sides and gathered them between his palms. They came to press against his chest with his guidance.

"C'mere, baby," he grumbled. You stepped in close, peering at your hands embraced by his.

"M' not mad," Steve said, head shaking. "Why d' you think I'm gonna get mad?"

Your chest tightened a little, and nerves clawed their way up your spine. You didn't want to hurt his feelings. But if you didn't tell him, how would he ever know what he's doing wrong?

"You always get mad."

Steve softened greatly, bending at the neck to press a kiss to your forehead with another heavy sigh. His thumbs rubbed at your wrists, the tip of his nose making a soothing circle at your hairline.

"Jesus, angel, m' sorry. It's just been tough. It's this job, you know? It's...it's...—"

"—I get it," you interrupted again, tipping your head back to flash him a small smile.

He cocked his head. "You do?"

You nodded, perking up on your tiptoes to peck his mouth. "Course I do, Stevie. It's fine. Come on, let's take the bike."

Your hands slipped from his grasp, and he hooked his chin over his shoulder to watch you head toward the bike. Your skirt fluttered up and gave way to the backs of your thighs and the bite marks Steve left last night.

"You sure?"

You mounted the bike, gathering your helmet in your lap to unclip the buckles. You flashed him a dazzling smile—a smile so pretty that he couldn't see through it.

"I'm sure, baby."

♡ ♡

And you were right.

After four hours of training—where your ass went numb from sitting on the padded bench so long and your brain felt like mush from reading the same book you'd been trying to get through for a week—Steve stomped into the locker room with another scowl on his face.

You followed him in, book tucked behind your back, and eased against the cold metal of the lockers. Steve whipped his gloves into his duffel bag, clawing at the black wraps around his hands to undo them. You could practically see the steam radiating off his flushed, glossy skin. You could feel the thrum of his aggravation, could see it in the way his eyes hardened and lips thinned.

"You did great in there," you commented.

Steve didn't even look up. He balled his wraps up and shoved them into his bag, turning to yank open his locker for a change of clothes.

"Not great enough," he huffed.

You frowned, bringing your book to rest against your chest. Steve pulled a sweatshirt over his sticky skin. You knew he preferred to shower at home, where he could press you against the wall and rut into you without the off chance of someone listening through the wall. Steve never liked to share you, even in theory.

"Come on, Stevie, that's not true. You're too hard on yourself—"

"—I have to win," Steve snapped.

You flinched, jumping when the locker door slammed shut and rattled the row of them. He finally looked at you, though you preferred when he wasn't. His eyes were empty, glassed over with the familiar, stubborn haze they hold when Steve starts thinking too hard. When he beats himself up, and as he admitted a few weeks ago, starts hearing his father's voice in his head.

"Do you understand that? If I don't win, I go nowhere. I stay here, in this same shit-hole town I've always been in, and I go nowhere. I can't just be great, Libby. I have to be the best."

Steve slung his bag over his shoulder, brushing past you in a petulant stomp toward the door. You blinked at the empty air where he once stood, digesting his growled words. You didn't think Hawkins was so bad. You liked your small town life here. And you were here, weren't you?

Didn't that mean anything?

"See you tomorrow, Libby!" Big, the hulking, bald-headed man Steve called his coach waved to you from where he was wiping down the ring across the gym.

You waved back, barely mustering a pitiful grin to toss back at him as you followed Steve toward the exit.

"Y-Yeah, see you."

In the parking lot, Steve opened the hatch on the seat of the bike to shove his duffel in. You'd packed it neatly so it would bunch up small enough to fit this morning, and now that Steve had haphazardly thrown things in, it was too bulky for the compartment. You lingered on the curb as you watched him slam the hatch up and down, attempting to force it in.

"Steve, it's not gonna—"

He groaned, shoving himself away from the bike toward the wall of the gym beside you. In an instant, his hand darted out to punch it, and you gasped at the sharp crack that followed the impact of his skin against brick.

"Steve! What the hell?"

Steve's hands flew to his head, running through the length of his hair in exasperation. "Stop! Just...stop!"

He waved you off, wandering to the end of the sidewalk near the road. You watched him go for a moment, biting back tears. You knew he'd get angry, he always did—but why was he suddenly angry with you?

"Steve," you sighed, heels clicking in a hurry toward his pacing figure.

Cars moved at a glacial pace along the road, rotating between the town shops. You stopped behind Steve and placed your hand delicately on his shoulder, attempting to soothe his tense muscles despite your wobbling lower lip. Despite your chest feeling like it could cave in at any moment.

"Steve, I don't understand why you're so upset."

A snicker of laughter came spitting from Steve, and you recoiled back when he whirled around on his heel. He suddenly seemed so big.

"Of course you don't," he sneered. "Of course you don't get it. Why would you? You don't have people breathing down your fuckin' neck all the time, telling you: be better, be better, be better."

Each word came punctuated with a sharp smack of his knuckles against his palm, and you winced as he advanced with fury in his eyes. You took a skittered step back toward the gym, teeth sinking into your trembling lip.

"But w-why are you taking it on me?" you blubbered, tears stinging in your lash line.

Steve came to a stop, pressing the heel of his hands into his eyes. He shuddered out a sigh. "I'm sorry. I don't know, I'm sorry."

You smacked at the tears rolling down your cheeks, though the salty taste had already started seeping into your mouth.

"You don't know?"

Steve huffed sharply through his nose like a bull, ripping his hands away from his eyes to stomp toward the parking lot again. "No, I don't fuckin' know!"

You followed, tears turning hot with frustration.

"So I'm just supposed to take it? Huh?" You reached forward and shoved Steve's shoulder, but he kept going, hands balling into fists at his sides. "I'm supposed to let you drag me around and yell at me when you're feeling stressed out?"

Steve's boots kicked up gravel when he came to an abrupt stop, and your teeth clench together with a hardened glare that challenges his.

"I never fuckin' said that," Steve bit out.

You stood tall in your tiny checkered heels, stomping one involuntarily when you curled your fingers into fists. "You didn't have to!"

Steve's tongue prodded at the inside of his cheek, hands coming to sit on his hips as he tipped his head back. He scoffed, shaking his head to himself in disbelief—and that's what really did you in.

"You know what, Steve? Screw you."

Steve let his head fall back, settling his empty eyes on you. "Oh, screw me?"

"Yeah, screw you. You come home, you jerk me around, and then you leave. Then you come home again, jerk me around more, and leave again. And what do I get, Steve?"

Steve's nostrils flared with a tightening of his jaw, eyes bouncing around the flushed features of your contorted face. He'd never seen you so upset. Sure, you had a few spats over the past few months—but he'd never seen you yell like this. And deep down, he knew it was his fault. He was just too stubborn to admit it.

"What the fuck do you want from me, Libby—"

"—I want you to stop taking your shit out on me!"

Steve huffed, stomping the rest of the way toward his bike. You were right. Of course you were right. But you still just didn't understand.

You didn't understand that Steve spent every night alone in his hotel room, a hundred miles away and aching, wishing you were there. He slipped in bathtubs, too weak to stand with all the bruises on his abdomen, too dizzy to stand the steam. He got sick on more than one occasion before a fight on the off chance that he might lose, because if there's one thing that terrified Steve, it was failure.

He broke so many phones that Big started only half-jokingly suggesting Steve be put in a room without one, because Steve picked up the phone to call you but got too scared you wouldn't answer. He thought that the longer he was away, the better off you'd be. The longer you'd have to see how fucked up he was, the easier it'd be for you to leave him. He wasn't a good man, and sooner or later, you'd see that.

This job was the only thing Steve was good at, and if he wasn't the best, Steve felt like he was nothing.

"Steve," you sighed, watching his eyes dart around and his harshness crumble, "just...talk to me. Talk, not yell."

Steve shook his head, forcing himself to look away from your pink, swollen eyes and tear-stained cheeks. "I can't."

You frowned, wiping more tears away. "What? You can't?"

Steve shoved at his duffel still sticking out of the hatch until it could somewhat close before mounting the bike. He dipped into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out his sunglasses, sliding them over his aching eyes. All the yelling made him suddenly realize how terribly his head hurt.

"Get on the bike, baby," he ordered sternly. He kicked the stand up and brought the bike to both wheels, revving the engine with a twist of his hand around the handle.

You crossed your arms, sniffling nosily. He watched you jerk your chin up, defiance painted across your glossy face.

"No."

Steve glared at you through his shades. "Get on the fucking bike, Libby."

You dropped your arms. "No! I'm walking home, asshole."

To his surprise, you spun around and started stomping toward the road, every step coming with a bounce of your hair and flutter of your skirt. Steve hurriedly cut the engine and kicked the stand down, jogging to catch up with your brisk walk.

"Hey—hey! You're not fuckin' walking."

You yanked your arm from his hold the moment he grabbed you, but Steve was insistent. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you back before you could reach the crosswalk. You pushed at his arm, but it was anchored around you, a barrier between you and your destination away from him.

"Steve, let go!"

He ignored you, and the more you pushed and pulled at his arm, the more Steve felt his defenses crumbling. Did you really want to get away from him that badly? Had he truly been that terrible? A tightness overwhelmed his stomach, clenching and squeezing like a sickness. Something stung his eyes and collected in his ears like an ache.

"Steve, let me g—hey! Put me down!"

The world turned upside down and your head spun when Steve suddenly threw you over his shoulder. But you gave up on your assault, any fight in you deflating just as Steve's did at the sudden realization of your very public fight. The tears returned in your eyes, stinging with salty warmth, and by the time Steve bent down to set you gently on the bike, they were starting to gather in your hairline.

Steve brushed your hair down with two heavy palms, swiping under your eyes to free them of tears with his thumbs. You sniffled, eyes fluttering shut at the firmness of his palms cradling your face.

"Please stop cryin', angel," he mumbled, his ordinary grumble morphing into a soft whine.

You sniffled again—a pathetic, pouting mess in his hands. Steve swooped down to press a kiss to your swollen lips. When your frown persisted, Steve kissed again. And again, and again, and again, until you were giggling snottily and pushing the heels of your palms against his shoulders. But the frown had been replaced with a halfway smile, and that was all that mattered to Steve. He pressed his thumb into the corner of your mouth.

Silence ensued. The whoosh of cars slugging by, the sporadic chirp of horns, and the distant chirp of birds were the only sounds that filled it. Your head tipped to lean into Steve's hold. His hands still smelled like sweat and leather. The bike was warm under your legs.

"I just get...I get so angry," Steve whispered.

Your eyes popped open, blinking up at him. "Why?"

Though he did his best to hide it, a pinched look passed over Steve's face. He slid his hand across your cheek and into your hair, urging it behind your ear.

"I don't know. 've always been like this, you know? Ever since I was a kid. Guess I know who I get it from."

Steve snickered, but you shook your head and brought your hand to cradle his against your face. You pressed a kiss to his wrist, stroking his forearm.

"No, Steve. You're nothing like your father."

Though he hadn't said it explicitly, you knew what the stories of Steve's father insinuated—he was abusive. He beat Steve for every minor inconvenience, and now Steve walked through life thinking everything he did was wrong. He always worried about being good. He always wanted to be good.

For a moment, Steve didn't know what to say. He certainly didn't believe you. Right now, he felt exactly like his father, who Steve watched from his bedroom doorway as he berated Steve's mother and made her burst into tears. He had his father's temper. He always did.

"Just talk to me, Stevie. I don't like when we yell," you told him, pressing another kiss to his wrist.

Steve leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours. "I know. I know, baby. Me neither."

You sniffled, nudging your nose against his. Steve cracked a small smile at the affection.

"I guess I'm just...starting to feel the pressure," Steve sighed. "It's starting to feel like...this shit's real."

You nodded. "I know. I guess it's starting to scare me, too."

Steve's brows furrowed. "What, why?"

"I already barely get to see you. What's gonna happen when you make it big?"

Steve inhaled deeply, rubbing his thumbs against your cheeks again. "Then you come with me. Wherever I go, you come, too."

You tipped your head back, meeting his eyes. "You wouldn't mind?"

Steve chuckled, pulling back to get a good look at you.

"Baby, are you crazy? I want you with me every second of the fuckin' day."

You giggled, head tipping toward your shoulder. Steve lunged forward and smacked an urgent kiss against your cheek, still sticky with tears.

"But...what about work? What about the library?" you mumbled.

Steve shook his head, pushing your head back in place with his hand. He pressed another kiss to your mouth. "We'll figure it out. No matter what, it's me and you, baby. Okay? Just me and you."

You reached up, a smile playing in your lips, and placed your hand against his cheek.

"Just me and you."

You had no idea what you were in for. Maybe if you did, you wouldn't have made that promise.

♡ ♡

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rrenzwrld · 1 year

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soooo i've had this connie springer x black cheerleader bimbo reader 😗😗.

i see the vision and i have some hcs for you <3

connie springer x cheerleader bimbo! black reader 🤭 hcs that just make sense (i was bout to get carried away lowkey)

— when you first meet, he finally gets the courage to talk to you after one of his basketball games and he gets nervous bc you’re so pretty and cute

— you fell in love with the way he made you laugh and how clingy he was w you. his clingyness is annoying to everyone else but you.. you luv that shit 🤭 but he also made you feel like the only girl in the world when other guys wouldn’t really care about you, your feelings, or your interests

— a lot of “baby, c’mere.” or “bring your fine ass..”

— he always wants to have his hands on you bc your skin is sooo soft

— you are prettyyy high maintenance so you do like to look good at all times and connie knows how important that is to you

— he’ll pay for your manicures, pedicures, hair, lashes, anything to make sure you feel your best bc if you happy he’s most definitely gonna be happy

— his favorite nail designs on you a cute long french or or or a cute lil pink french tip with the charms 🩷 (the charms make him horny yall) he likes how cute they make your hands look when you give him head 🤭

— he loves how fat your ass looks in your cheer skirt so he may or may not be looking for a bit too long sometimes…

— he loves the hell outta your boobs like.. you can’t get him to keep his hands off them so he uses them as pillows sometimes

— he loves seeing you in pink or baby blue and he really likes when you wear the lil skirts or shorts that cover your ass just enough

— he supports the passenger princess movement 100% he’ll take you anywhere you need to go and he’ll drop anything to get to you as soon as possible

— he gives you kisses before and after every game for good luck and you are the first person he goes to after the game ends. as long as you’re there he doesn’t really care if they win or not

— sometimes he’ll try to teach you basketball skills for fun like teaching you how to shoot free throws but you barely know how to dribble fr. he doesn’t care bc he gets to spend that time w you

— connie loves his baby and is willing to protect you with his life bc he just loves you so so much 🩷

#aot #aot x reader #black reader #aot x black reader #connie springer #connie springer x reader #connie springer x y/n #connie springer x black reader #bimbo reader #bimbo cheerleader

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whyse7vn · 11 months

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4TH GEN LEADERS -

[ ot7 x reader ]

taehateclub

8 participants - 8 online

———————————

tae: y/n i’m coming for a sleepover tn

y/n: are you sad or something?

tae: no?

y/n: ok good

no thanks then ❤️

tae: um wtf

y/n: ???

tae: the disrespect i face on a daily is not right and should be studied

jimin: don’t care

yoongi: didn’t ask

jin: L

namjoon: 10 years…

of this

jk: time flies when ur having fun

hobi: i want to blow my brains out tbh

jk: oh

tae: jungkook do you want to see a magic trick?

jk: YES

jin: do pretzels make you fat?

jimin: have you been eating them?

jin: yeah

jimin: yeah they make you fat as fuck

jin: somebody push him off a cliff before i do

jk: show me the magic trick before i kill myself

y/n: this really is my safe space ❤️

namjoon: guys we should all go to therapy

tae: i won’t

i tried therapy and the lady laughed at me

A THERAPIST LAUGHED AT ME LIKE TO ME FACE IS THAT NOT SICK?

yoongi: real

y/n: icon tbh

jimin: my therapist tried to fuck me 😞

jin: why is he lying like omg get a life…

jimin: 30 years of age and still bothering young men like me LEAVE ME ALONE FREAK

yoongi: here they go

namjoon: one day we will all laugh and hold hands

y/n: i got 50 on jin

hobi: 50 on jimin

jin: namjoon pls don’t let him come in here and lie like that it’s actually heartbreaking watching the people closest to me be so fucking delusional and deranged think about the bystanders joon

think.

jimin: END UR LIFE

jin: you first 🤭

jimin: ignoring you

y/n: i win

hobi: aw man

namjoon: are you guys all coming to the party later?

jk: what happened to the magic trick??

yoongi: 👍🏻

hobi: yes yesss

y/n: YES

tae: yup

jin: yes

jimin: NO

jin: don’t care 🥱

jimin: i’m leaving this group and leaving this country

yoongi: k?

hobi: when something is a foot long whose foot are we measuring it off?

y/n: if it’s by yoongi’s then a foot long as hell

jk: tae can you show me now?

namjoon: kook pls let it go…

jimin: i’m jumping of a bridge

hobi: how many of yoongi’s feet tall is the bridge?

jin: one foot could honestly kill him

tae: feet?

namjoon: MOVING ON MOVING ON

jk: there is no magic trick is there

y/n: it’s okay you’ll get over it my love

jk: i don’t think i will

tae: that was a life lesson

learn from it and become stronger

jk: how about you die.

hobi: WOAH

namjoon: no fighting i’m literally begging you guys

jin: didn’t know you were submissive like that

jimin: fr it’s gross as hell

he’s gonna tell us he kisses men next

jk: are you a homophone?????

jimin: are you fr rn

yoongi: wow

namjoon: don’t say anything

y/n: at least his heart was in the right place!

tae: namjoon likes men?

namjoon: no

jimin: yeah

hobi: like a stickerrrrr

jk: congratulations

tae: let’s make a song with drake

y/n: ew

yoongi: no thanks

hobi: pushing p

jimin: pussy

jk: where

y/n: ew again

jk: bts 4th gen leaders!

namjoon: ?

hobi: we are not 4th gen

jk: what?

jimin: we are 3rd gen

jk: oh my god

we are old as hell

y/n: that is actually so gross

3rd gen IS SO GROSS WE ARE OLD AS HELL OH MY GOD IMMA THROW UP

jin: ur both being dramatic

jimin: he’s only saying that because he’s been old since birth

like how you 84 out the womb???

hobi: jimin ur going to hell

jimin: we were all thinking it

jin: everyone deny that rn

…

hello?

y/n: bts 4th gen leaders i agree with jk!!!

yoongi: this does not change the reality

tae: can i be 4th gen it boy

jimin: LMAO

tae: what’s funny?

jimin: nothing

jk: i would like to be best 4th gen rapper

hobi: i’ll be best 4th gen singer

y/n: fair

ig i’ll be the 4th gen it girl

jimin: i’ll be THEE 4th gen visual

y/n: yoongi for 4th gen it boy

yoongi: :3

tae: i wanted to be 4th gen it boy wtf

jk: joon the father of 4th gen

y/n: and jin the 4th gen ace

namjoon: u guys actually delusional

tae: i agree

namjoon: pls don’t agree with me ur making me uncomfortable

tae: sorry father

namjoon: don’t be mad u didn’t get a title

y/n: tea the girls are fighting

tae: i’m not mad

i don’t even care fr

namjoon: sure

tae: sUrE

namjoon: you seem mad

tae: if you died i wouldn’t care

hobi: 4th gen loser

tae: hoseok wtf

hobi: who said that?

y/n: 4th gen furry

tae: ummm?

jimin: 4th gen broke boy

tae: i asked for money ONCE

yoongi: 4th gen bitch

tae: LEAVE ME ALONE

jk: i’m glad we all have titles now

4th gen is not ready for us

y/n: FR!!!!

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kinda short pls forgive me

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gimmethosedaddymilkers · 1 year

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Arthur Morgan Headcannons

I just wanted to write some headcannons, about Arthur, literally anything, I don't care what it is exactly so that's what you're getting.

Some of the headcannons might be a bit more oriented towards a female reader, but not all, I myself am a woman, so, I'll more than likely put some in.

Arthur Morgan is a man who will gladly enjoy any person, regardless of size, but let's be real, I think he has a bit of a soft spot for bigger women. Chunky or thicc, he likes 'em

He thinks that with more there, there's more for him to grab and less of a chance that he'll break something when he's with you, whether it's in a bit more intimate situation, or even when he's just giving you a small hug or kiss.

Arthur is extremely observant. He pays attention to the things you like, and he is literally always on top of doing the things you like or buying you whatever will make you smile.

If he finds out how much you like his voice? Uses it against you, because he doesn’t want to torture you, but he does want to see you riled up.

You like how warm he is? He’ll always be watching to see when you get cold, and the moment you do he’s right behind you with his arms around your waist.

Arthur has a SEVERE gambling addiction. You thought his smoking was bad? He plays poker almost every single night that he’s in camp, and sometimes it’s a blessing and others it’s a curse. He can go rounds at a time, winning each one, but as soon as he has one bad round, they all go bad, but he’s never willing to give up until you make him, and by the end of the ordeal he’s lost more money than made.

He also has a huge ego problem, obviously he’s mentally ill and he’s depressed with who he is as a person, and he doesn’t think very highly of himself, but the moment you manage to boost his ego, that little swagger walk of his that you so dearly love grows more confident.

Hell, sometimes even you just saying good morning can change his whole mood, and he’ll even be nice to other people in camp when he usually only tolerates them.

Arthur has this thing, that when he leaves camp for a certain amount of time, anything that’ll be longer than a day really, but usually when its about a week of being away. He’ll come back to camp, make a beeline for you, and whisper only loud enough for you to hear “Can you be quiet for me while I fuck you or do I have to take you outta camp?”

And thus, you are prepared, obviously.

He’s like a dog in heat, mainly because he hadn’t been with anyone in so long and after a while he’d stopped going after working girls. No one had really made his body react like you did, so it never became a problem until he got with you.

He draws you all the time, obviously he draws, he’s got a whole sketchbook dedicated to it, but he draws you almost any chance he can. Not because he’s some corny “I love you more than life itself” kind of person, which, he is, but because he thinks that out of everyone in camp you are the most fun to draw, your features are just more entertaining and enjoyable to make out with a pencil.

Arthur loves to eat good food, and while Pearson does a decent job it’s not exactly what he would consider gourmet food, so whenever he gets the chance to try new food, or get good food at least, he’ll splurge the money. The only reason he hasn’t gotten completely fat, though he is a little on the chubbier side, which you absolutely love, and think is hot as hell, is because of all the work he does for the gang.

He calls you all kinds of nicknames and pays attention to the ones that get the biggest reaction out of you.

He’s found that Princess does a particularly great job at getting a rouse out of you, but he’s also found that if he says it in his normal tone it doesn’t have the same effect, he has to lower his voice for it to work the way he wants it too.

Darlin’ and Sweetheart have about the same effect, although Darlin’ seems to make you feel a little more for him in serious situations.

Sugar makes you go beet red in the face, and he’s figured out that one is another one he can lower his voice for.

Honey is one that he thinks you like, but he also thinks you’re a little neutral on it. Sometimes it works, other times you just don’t seem to care that much. You’ll answer to it, but that’s about all.

Good Girl, or My Girl, regardless of tone, but especially when lowered, always gets you messed up and he knows it, which is exactly why he waits until you’re at the fire surrounded by the gang to whisper it in your ear.

On the other hand, you have only a few nicknames for him.

Cowboy, it’s tried and true, describes him, basically to a Tee, although Outlaw works better.

Honey, again, a neutral one.

You are the only person, and I mean, only person he allows to call him Pretty Boy, if anyone else tries it they’re liable to find a knife beneath their neck.

Big Boy will send him skyrocketing, his face will flare so hard his ears will turn red and he’ll start stuttering over his words like a newborn calf stumbling on its legs.

Good Boy will really get him motivated and usually if you say it to him in public, he has to excuse himself until he gets rid of his problem.

You hate to admit it, because you know it’s bad for him, but you think that when he smokes cigarettes, he’s at one of his hottest points. When he finds this out, he makes it his goal to smoke more around you.

Occasionally he’ll wait until you wake up and walk out of his tent shirtless and lean against the wooden poles to smoke, and he’ll send a smirk your way, that he knows you like.

When you start to share his tent together, he does the same thing, however, rather than getting up he just simply leans over you and grabs the smokes, he’ll light a match against the wagon and puff away with his hands behind his head.

His absolute favorite thing to do is smack you on the ass and run away, he thinks it’s the absolute funniest thing ever to watch you chase him, he’s got longer legs, so it’s easier to stay away from you.

He also loves it when you wear his hat, however, if you do, he’s going to use it as an excuse to take you to the tent.

If you get him drunk, first off, I’m sorry, second off, you better have a leash. He’s a lot happier drunk, he likes to sing and talk, and he compliments everyone, but he also likes to stumble around and go adventure, and if you don’t keep a good eye on him he’s liable to mount up on his horse, albeit slowly, and then make his way into the nearest town to cause mayhem.

Do not let him drink with John, because rather than being a fun loving drunk he will start trying to fight John and then the night is ruined for everyone.

He also gets more handsy when he drinks, he was already handsy before, but now, when he’s drunk and he couldn’t care less about what people thought about him, he was going to touch wherever he wanted on you.

Your stomach? He’s got his arms around it.

Your ass? Being grabbed any time he’s walking, or stumbling rather, with you.

Tits? Regardless of gender? They have been honked at least twice.

He will kiss you, if it’s on the lips or on the neck, that is anyone’s gamble.

He’ll even talk dirty to you, and not quietly like he would if he was sober, he’ll do it for everyone in camp to hear, and the only way to shut him up is to either kiss him or somehow drag all two hundred and forty pounds of him into his tent.

All in all Arthur Morgan is Arthur Morgan and if you make the decision to be his you better be ready to deal with it.

#Arthur Morgan x reader #Arthur Morgan #Rdr2 #Red Dead Redemption 2 #Rdr2 drabble #Arthur Morgan headcannons #Rdr2 Headcannons #Arthur Morgan drabble

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stevenose · 11 months

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contains: reader with a vagina; “good girl”; hurt/comfort; gentle sex; crying but not necessarily in a sexy way lol; sweetheart steve; piv; oral (reader receiving)

han’s note: had a horrible day and i’ve been so sick with anxiety - so manifesting 🫶🏻

“gonna make you forget about it,” he murmurs, cock pressed up against your ass. his palms are hot against your hips, grabbing at the plushness that sits on them gently. his thumbs rub up and down in an attempt to soothe you while you fight back tears on the pillow below him.

“please,” you whisper, throat aching.

steve presses a kiss to your neck. “i’ve got you.”

he kisses down, down, down your spine, hot and a little wet. soothing. he kisses your ass once he’s at it, and he knows how messed up you are when you don’t make a joke about it. it fuels him to care for you more, to make any other noises than sad, anxious cries. he kisses, bites, sucks the swell of your ass, his thumbs moving down to open your cunt to him. you sigh shakily when he kisses your clit.

“there she is,” he says warmly. “can i play with her?”

“please.”

steve’s making out with your pussy now, breath heavy as it fans across your lips. you grip the sheets and whimper, more pleasure filled than anguished. he takes it as a win. he laps at your clit for a while before sucking on it until you squeal, then kissing down until he can fuck you with his tongue.

“steve,” you gasp, “oh fuck.”

he hums into you, using his hands to keep you pulled into him. you writhe, resting your head on the pillow and nearly drooling.

it’s nothing compared to when he finally slides into you. big, fat cock stretching you out. when he pulls out, you swear he takes your brain with him. when he thrusts back in, he knocks the breath out of you. he’s tender and careful with long, languid strokes, his hips pressing up against your ass until he finally flips you onto your back.

“there you are,” he grins, kissing the tip of your nose and wiping tears away from your cheeks. “are you alright?”

“i just need to cry,” you sniffle. “i want you - i want you t’keep… fuckin’ me.”

“are you sure?”

“please?”

he won’t - can’t - deny you anything. he presses and pulls his hips again while you cry under him, head thrown back. he kisses your throat and hushes you. quickly licks up the tears that spill down your neck like they’re a life source. salty and warm on his tongue. he shivers, fucks you slower. as intentionally as he can. a thumb moves down to your clit and he pulls back to watch your pretty face. you’re gorgeous even when you’re crying, he has to admit - even though his heart’s aching.

“it’s okay,” he shushes. “steve’s got you, yeah? not gonna let a thing happen to you. gonna stay right here. love you so much, honey.”

“steve,” you sob, fingers digging into his shoulders. you pull him down so that his chest is flush against yours. his weight is comforting and grounding and you hang on to him tightly while he keeps his pace. you cry into the junction of his neck and shoulder. steve pulls one of your legs up to wrap around his hips and he rubs the back of your thigh in slow circles.

“uh huh, so good for me.” he kisses your forehead. “all gonna be okay. such an angel. let me see you come, please? wanna make you feel good, make you forget it.”

you cum around him soon after, eyes squeezed shut so tightly that fresh tears spring out. your fingernails dig into his skin and he winces slightly, but his own pleasure is quick to take over. it’s not about him, though. it never really is. his sole focus is on your ecstasy and safety. “there we go, my good girl,” he mumbles against your lips. “i’ve got you.”

#stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader

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cb97breathing · 9 months

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SAFE HAVEN - A BANG CHAN SERIES

PREVIOUS NEXT

CHAPTER FOUR: WAIT, YOU KNOW MY SISTER?

Pairing: Bang Chan x Afab Plus Size Reader

General Synopsis: You ran away from New York to South Korea to escape the hell you were living in. With the help of a girl who lived there. Your only goal was to have a fresh start but that all changes when a certain boy notices you on the flight. After a shy encounter, he ends up being your neighbor and also a friend of the girl who helped you escape. You want to let him in, but you're scared because of your past. But he is patient and willing to wait as long as it takes to win your heart.

Word Count: 2.7K

Warning: story contains mentions of suicide, fat shaming, abuse & sexual assault. ADULT THEMES. MINORS AND AGESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

A/N: Please don't repost or translate my work. If you wish to be tagged please comment on the post! Thank you.

You had so much fun with Felix and Chan at the coffee shop. Felix made you feel so welcome and had you giggling and smiling the whole time. He was like the little brother you had always wanted. Chan’s heart was soaring. He loved how you both seemed to click and got along so well. Felix would occasionally catch Chan staring at you and give him a teasing glance, making him blush.

Now you were back in your apartment. You stared at your ceiling and sighed. You were nervous to meet his friends. You had almost told him multiple times that You weren’t going to go. But once you saw how happy he was you couldn’t bring yourself to. You heard a ding come from your phone and saw that you had a text from Nari.

Hey! I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today? There’s someone I want you to meet! :)

You smiled and texted a reply.

I actually have plans with someone I met in the building today. But maybe tomorrow?

You didn’t tell her it was Chan cause you didn’t want to deal with the interrogation that would follow.

Okay! I’ll see if I can do tomorrow. I’ll let you know later!

You smiled at her reply and put your phone down. You heard a knock at your door and your heart leapt. You slipped your phone into your pocket and rushed over to your door. You opened it to find Chan standing there with a soft smile on his plump lips.

“They’re gonna be here soon, you wanna come over now?” He asked softly. You smiled shyly and nodded.

“Should I change?” You asked quietly, seeing you were still in the clothes from earlier. Ripped jeans and a band T-shirt. Chris giggled softly and shook his head.

“No you look perfect.” He said softly and reached out his hand to you. You blushed and gently placed your hand in his. You stepped out and shut the door behind you. He led you into his apartment. It was clean and simple. No crazy decorations or posters. It fit him. He didn’t seem like the type to go all out on things. “Make yourself at home.” He said softly and let go of your hand reluctantly.

You smiled softly at him and walked over to his couch sitting on it gently. You were nervous being there alone with him, your heart was pounding as he came to sit next to you. You looked up at him shyly. The look that he gave you made you forget how to breathe. His eyes were darker, but still held a gentleness to them. He reached out to brush some of your locks away from your eyes. You both stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, his hand slowly went up to caress your cheek. You couldn’t stop yourself from melting into his hand as your eyes fluttered closed.

He wanted to kiss you so badly, but he knew it was way too early for that. He didn’t want to do something and scare you off. He pulled away from you when he heard a knock on the door. He smiled softly at you. You looked dazed and your cheeks were flushed. God I want to make you mine. He thought to himself. Control yourself. He shook his head and got up.

“They’re here.” He said softly. He turned to the door. “Come in guys!” You looked nervously to the door as you tried to calm yourself down. Your heart was out of control from moments ago. The door opened and the first to come in were Felix and Han with wide grins on their faces.

“Hey hyung!” Han said softly and when his eyes landed on you they immediately lit up. “Noona! You came!” He cheered as he rushed over to you with a smile. You smiled back as you got up to greet him.

“Hey Han, it’s good to see you again.” You said softly. You looked back to see five more guys and a girl walk in. The girl was very beautiful and had wavy brown hair.

“Let me introduce you.” Chan said softly as he brought you to them. “Guys, this is Y/n.” They all waved and gave you a small smile except for one in the back who seemed quite timid. “Y/n, these guys are Changbin, Jeongin, Seungmin, Hyunjin, and Minho. That lovely lady next to them is Kitty and she is Jeongin’s girlfriend.” They all bowed their heads to you politely and you did the same with a small smile on your face.

“It’s nice to meet you all.” You said softly. “Hope we all get along.”

“I’m sure we will! Felix, Chan and Han already like you a lot so I’m sure you’re a great person.” Changbin said with a grin. You blushed at his comment and looked down shyly. “Oh she’s a shy one.” He cooed. “Don’t worry we will break you out of your shell eventually.” You couldn’t help but giggle in response.

“Let’s all sit down and figure out what we wanna do.” You were all about to sit down when someone else walked in. Your eyes widened when you saw it was Nari.

“Hey guys sorry I’m la-” She stopped in her tracks when she saw you there. “Y/n?” You asked quietly. “This is who you had plans with?” You nodded in response. Nari squealed and rushed over to hug you. “This is awesome! I wanted you to meet them all today that’s why I texted you.”

“Wait, you know my sister?” You turned to see Seungmin staring at the both of you with wide eyes. Everyone else looked just as confused.

“It’s a long story.” You replied quietly. “But yes, I know her very well. She’s a good friend. She’s the reason I left and came here. She really saved me.” Chan’s brows furrowed and then it clicked. He remembered there was a girl who came to get you at the airport. It must have been Nari.

“I’m so happy you’re here.” Nari squealed as she hugged you. “You’re gonna love them I promise!” You smiled softly and ruffled Nari's hair before pulling away. “Not the hair!” You whined loudly.

“Ugh do you ever shut up.” Seungmin groaned. Nari picked up the closest pillow and tossed it at him. He dodged it with ease and smirked at her.

“And the siblings are at it again.” Hyunjin laughed. “Nari, be a good girl and sit next to me.” He smirked softly up at her. Nari blushed at his words and then tried to cover it by sticking her tongue out at him.

“Bite me.” She spat out and everyone laughed. You looked at Nari with a raised brow, you knew very well there was something going on between those two. Everyone eventually got settled. You were in between Felix and Chan. Nari did end up sitting next to Hyunjin, who had pulled her close, making her younger sibling gag in disgust. Jeongin and Kitty sat together on the love seat and the rest sat on the floor.

You got to know everyone, they were all very open and kind. Minho was quiet because he didn’t really like speaking English and you respected it. You would ask Chan to translate for you when you did interact and you could tell Minho appreciated it. You wanted to learn Korean soon so you wouldn’t have to force them all to always speak English around her. Kitty also was such a sweet girl and she could tell that Jeongin was head over heels for her. You couldn’t help but feel jealous for what they had.

They had chosen to put on disney movies and sang along obnoxiously to all the songs that came on. Chan held you close and grinned as he watched you laugh hysterically in response to their terrible rendition of Into The Unknown. You looked so cute when you laughed, and your laugh was so adorable. It was loud and you tried hard to contain it out of embarrassment, but he loved it all the same. The guys really liked you and immediately all hit it off with you. They all felt protective of you even though they had only just met. They made it their goal to keep you laughing for the rest of the night, by being silly, loud and clumsy. They succeeded in keeping a big grin on your face.

Eventually it was late and you were fast asleep in Chan’s arms. He didn’t dare move you. He ran his fingers through your hair gently as the rest of the group gave each other knowing glances. Nari was watching you both with a smile, she was happy to see you so comfortable with someone. She wanted nothing more than you to find someone who could make you feel safe and loved. She knew that Chan could be that for you, hell any of the boys could.

“Hey Nari.” Her brother called her softly, not wanting to wake you up. “How did you meet her?” Nari bit her lip and looked over to you.

“Online, she had made a secret twitter account and was looking for help.” She said quietly as she looked at everyone. “Her situation back in America was bad, very bad.” She looked at you with sad eyes. “All I wanted to do was get her somewhere she could be safe and loved, and where better than here with us.” The group nodded and looked over at you peaceful sleeping figure.

“You said her situation was bad.” Kitty whispered. “Was she in danger?” The look in Nari’s eyes said all that needed to be said for the group to understand.

“I don’t think it’s my place to tell, but yes. If she stayed there any longer I was scared she was…” She stopped and looked down at her lap. “I’m just happy she’s here and I got her out of there.” She added quietly. Hyunjin pulled her close and rubbed her back.

“You’re amazing, you know that right?” He said softly. Seungmin made a face of pure disgust at the sight and the guys chuckled quietly. Hyunjin flipped him off and rolled his eyes.

“Let’s go and let her rest.” Jeongin said quietly. Everyone got up and left except for Chan and Felix. Felix stayed behind to help clean. Chan didn’t want to move, he didn’t want to leave your side. He wanted to hold your for as long as possible, but he knew he couldn’t let Felix do all the cleaning. He gently moved away from you and put pillows under you head. He grabbed a blanket and laid it over you.

“Hyung.” He looked up to see Felix looking at the both of you. “You really like her don’t you?” Chan sighed softly and then looked down at you. He nodded and gently brushed the hair out of your face.

“I can’t describe it, but since I saw her on the plane she’s the only thing that’s occupied my thoughts. I can’t stop thinking about her. I want to be near her all the time. I’ve never felt this way about anyone.” Chan said quietly. “She’s been hurt, it’s clear to see with how nervous she always is. But I want nothing more than to be her safe haven. I want all of us to be her new home, her new family.” Felix smiled and gently squeezed his shoulder.

“You’re in love mate.” He said softly. Chan looked over at him with wide eyes. “And from the way she looks at you, I wouldn’t be shocked if she feels the same way. She looks at you like you're the only one in the room. I could see it. Nari could see it. Whatever happened back in America, we have to show her that could never happen to her here and when she’s ready to tell us we will be there for her.” Chan looked back down at your sleeping figure and he knew that Felix was right. He was in love with you, he didn’t care that he had fallen in such a short time, all he knew was that he was going to bring back the light into your eyes and do whatever it took to make you happy again.

You stirred as you felt something soft and plush brush against your forehead. When your eyes fluttered open they locked with the pair that made your heart flutter. Chan gazed at you and gave a soft smile. You realized that everyone left and your eyes widened.

“Oh no, I fell asleep.” You squeaked, you sat up and the fear started to set in. Your heart pounded as the thought about how everyone must be mad at your. You whimpered and buried your face in your hands. “I-I’m so sorry.” You choked out. Chan’s heart dropped at your reaction and he pulled you into his chest holding you tightly. He rubbed your back gently in hopes to calm you as his lips pressed to your forehead.

“Sweetheart, don’t be sorry. It was late, do you know how many times those guys just pass out here?” He said softly and ran his fingers through your hair. “Please don’t be upset, it didn’t bother them at all. I promise.” You shook in his arms as you heard your ex’s words in your head.

I come home from working my butt off and this is how I find you?! SLEEPING!!?! You fucking pathetic fat whore!

You tried to calm yourself down, tried to remind yourself that he was gone and that they would never do or say anything like that to you, but the fear of making any kind of mistake was something you couldn’t control, not yet. You buried your face in his neck and let out a shaky breath.

“He can’t hurt you anymore.” You heard Chan whisper. You froze in his arms and looked up at him in shock. His eyes were filled with sadness as he caressed your cheek. He knows? You thought to yourself. Oh god he knows. Tears flew down your cheeks as you stayed there, completely still, not knowing if you should stay or run. Your lip trembled as you tried to swallow a sob. “I figured it out on my own.” He said quietly. “After the nightmares, the vague explanation Nari gave. It all clicked.” His thumb brushed across your cheek to wipe away your tears. “I will never hurt you.” He whispered softly. “And I will never let anyone else hurt you. Y/n, you mean so much to me. You’re all I think about. I want nothing more than to give you the love and happiness you deserve.”

You both stared into each other’s eyes as you felt yourself start to relax in his arms and listen to his words. But your heart was now pounding not from fear, but from a longing deep within you, one that you had felt for him since the moment you saw him. He pressed his forehead against yours and let out a shaky breath. You wanted so badly to let him in, to let him love you, to love him. But he was perfect, he deserved perfection in return. You were nothing but used and destroyed goods. There was nothing good about you. You pulled away from him and looked down at your hands.

“I don’t.” You whispered. “I don’t deserve it.” You couldn’t bear to look at him and see the sadness in his beautiful eyes. “I-I’m sorry.. I.. I can’t. You deserve so much more than what I can give you.” You moved away from him and stood up to leave, but Chan gripped your wrist gently to stop you. His eyes locked with yours and the way he stared at you made your knees weak and your heart tremble. He stood up and pulled you close.

“You couldn’t be more wrong.” He breathed out. “But I will wait for you. I will wait for you as long as it takes and when you’re ready. I will be here with open arms, ready to love you with all my heart and soul.”

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