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nanaslutt · 5 months

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nana forgive me for i have sinned :((( ive been thinking about whiny choso getting frustrated because he thinks our moans are so cute but it’s gonna make him cum too fast he wants to tell us to shut up but he just cant bring himself to do it

Contains: fem reader, established relationship, dirty talk, teasing, fantasizing, choking, rough sex, mating press, protected sex (that's a first), multiple orgasms, Choso discovers his breeding kink, talk of pregnancy, lactation kink, cockwarming

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Choso was in quite the predicament. You were underneath him, your legs over his shoulders as he fucked you into a mating press, your knees by your ears, and you were being so loud. So much so that Choso thought that long after you were done fucking he would hear your moans and whines of his name ringing in his ears. That wasn't the problem though, the problem was you sounded so needy and perfect, especially when you tried to call out his name which always ended in more whines and broken syllables of the word on your tongue.

Choso wanted to tell you to shut up so bad because every time a whine left your lips; which was every single time he thrust his cock into you; his cock would twitch and throb, threatening to spill. It had only been a couple minutes and he had already pulled his cock out of you for the 4th time and gripped his cock hard at the base to prevent himself from cumming-- closing his eyes and gritting his teeth as he tried not to focus on how cute you sounded whining at the loss, and how breathless you sounded trying to swallow air into your lungs while he gave himself a break.

"Chosoo~" You wined, grabbing his hips and pulling them back towards yourself in an effort to get him back inside you. "Stop pulling out~ wanna feel you 'smore." You whined, tilting your head against the sheets and pouting out your bottom lip needily as you looked up at him with clouded eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut harder at the sound of your voice begging him, he couldn't take it, even having pulled himself out of your too-wet, too-tight cunt.

"What's wrong? Hmm?" You cooed, rubbing your hands along his waist as you watched him take in deep, steady breaths. Choso thought about spilling the beans and telling you what had him pulling out every ten thrusts, you gave him a perfect opening after all! After a. couple of seconds of contemplation, Choso released the hold he had on the base of his dick and opened his eyes, leaning forward to rub the tip of his cock through your wet folds before he caught the tip in the ring of your cunt and pushed in slowly. "Nothing." He responded, gulping at the feeling of you around him once more before he started up a rough pace again.

Once again your sweet moans and loud slaps and squenchles filled the room as he fucked into you with reckless abandon. He shook his head at the sound of your voice invading his ears, his jaw dropping in a small o when your cunt got tighter around him. He watched your hand slither between your bodies and rub small circles furiously against your little clit, trying to push yourself toward your orgasm.

Choso's breath caught in his throat and came out stuttered when he felt your cunt constrict around his cock as he fucked you through your first orgasm. He had to clench his jaw and bite down on his teeth hard to keep his hips moving and somehow not cum from your rapid twitching and pulsing of your walls. Your jaw dropped open when you felt your orgasm wash over you, your moans going silent for a se cond until you really felt it, then you were a moaning and squirming mess.

Choso couldn't take it anymore, thinking fast he moved one of his large hands that was steadying itself next to your head on the mattress to cover your mouth as your moans increased in volume, and doubled in how desperate you sounded. His eyes rolled back in his head at how your cunt seemed to twitch and pulse around him endlessly through your orgasm. He held his breath throughout the entire thing, the both of you gasping in tandem when you finally came down and were thrown into oversensitivity as the man didn't let up his thrusts inside your cunt.

"C-choso" You tried mumbling agaisnt his hand, your smaller one reaching up to grab at his wrist and dig your nails into it in support as he fucked ruthlessly into you. His breathing and soft moans felt so much louder in your ears now that he had shut you up, the sound going straight to your cunt and making you even wetter somehow. "S-sorry." He moaned, shutting his eyes as he let out a loud groan when you squeezed around him a little too tight as you were worked through the last bit of your overstimulation and were thrown into another spiral of getting fucked towards another orgasm.

"I cant t-take it." He groaned, tipping his head back to groan before he opened his eyes once more and made contact with your glossy ones. "Your moans." He specified, making you scrunch your eyebrows together as you tried to understand what he meant. "'S why I had to keep t-taking it out." He kept talking, panting through his words. "Made me feel like- hahh- like I was gonna cum just l-listening to your voice." He confessed, feeling his own face heat up at his revealing words.

You groaned behind his hand which covered your mouth at the revelation. Your face turned crimson as you thought about how by just your voice alone you could bring a man such as Choso to his knees. You spoke behind his hand, bringing your other hand up to pull his wrist away so you could speak properly as he let you move his hand to your neck and rest it there softly, "So d-o it." you whimpered with a mischievous smile on your face. "C- ahh- cum~" You finished.

He breathed in a shaky breath, his hand squeezing your throat on instinct as he registered your words. Abliet, he was worried about cumming before you and leaving you unsatisfied as his refractory period was a little longer than yours, so the fact that he had already made you cum once made him more susceptible to your words. His hips pulled back slowly, pulling almost all the way out, before he fucked his cock back into you, keeping his eyes glued to yours as he watched them roll back in your head. "Yeah?" He asked, repeating the process of fucking into your slowly but heavily.

"Y-eah" You stuttered through his thrusts, "C-cum inside me Cho~" You begged, biting your lip at him while you smiled at him like he was the only man in the world. Although he had a condom on, he still felt himself throb at your words. "You want me to cum inside?" He asked, picking up his thrusts more steadily as he felt his orgasm creep up on him. "Yes, b-abyy~ F-fill me up with 'ur cum Cho-so!" you whined, your voice coming out strained when his hand squeezed around your throat.

He changed his position slightly, bringing one of his feet up to plant itself next to your torso as he gave himself better leverage to fuck you into the mattress. Your wines somehow made it through your vocal cords even with the tight grip he had on your neck, which made him feel dizzy. Your eyes were rolling back in your head, your jaw was slack as moans freely fell from your lips, and Choso absolutely pounded you into the bed, making your body dip into the matress and bounce up to meet his already rough thrusts.

He couldn't stop your words from echoing in his head, telling him to fill you up. His mind wandered to a scenario if him fucking you without a condom, freely filling you to the brim, and watching his seed spill out of your abused hole as he used two fingers to scoop up the seed and stuff it back into your cunt. He wasn't sure if he could even get you pregnant with him being a curse and all, but damn it if he wasn't going to try.

His thoughts kept traveling, to you getting pregnant, fucking you in celebration, sucking your milk-filled tits because they were sooo sore and who would he be to let the mother of his child suffer like that? He never knew he wasted a child but just a couple words from you sent him in an absolute spiral, and he couldn't argue that a little you running around wouldn't be so bad.

He was thrown back to reality when he felt both of your hands wrap around his that were choking you out. You were nodding dumbly, a fucked out smile on your face as he destroyed your pussy; loud squelching noises echoed through the room, and a nice white ring of your cum had formed around the base of his cock and some was smeared on your thighs form how wet you were. "C-chosooo~" You moaned when his thrusts started losing their rhythm.

"W-wanna fill you up- I- I want to cum inside you." He said, keeping his eyes on your face as his bottom lip started to quiver, he was so sensitive right now. "P-please Choso C-cum for me~" You whined. That's all it took for the dark-haired man's high to wash over him. His thick seed filling up the condom as he fucked his hips into you, each time his hips met your ass he pressed himself as hard as he could agaisnt you, imagining he was trying to get his seed as deep as possible inside your cunt to make sure you got pregnant.

"F-uuckkk~" You wined underneath him, your walls spasming around him as you came together. Your walls milked his balls dry, and the man pressed his hips flush against yours as he relished in the feeling of your walls squeezing him while he groaned loudly as the aftershocks of his orgasm wracked through his body.

Your legs slid off of his shoulders and fell weakly against the sheets as he released your neck in its iron grip and collapsed against your body, breathing shakily as your hands rubbed soothingly agaisnt his back. "That was a big one~" You teased, giggling while he caught his breath with his face cradled in the crook of your neck. You started to wiggle from underneath him, signaling him to pull out of you so the two of you could clean up. "W-wait-" He whispered into your neck.

Your hands came up to run through his hair as you waited for him to finish speaking. "Wanna stay inside you f-for a little longer." He whispered, slightly embarrassed. You nodded, humming in agreement as you continued running your hands through his hair, over his shoulder and back, all while you felt his cock twitching inside you.

"What made you cum so hard Cho?" You giggled, turning your head towards his and pressing a kiss to the side of his head as his hands wrapped underneath you and held you snugly against his body. He paused, gathering his thoughts before he mumbled into your shoulder, "Think I wanna get you pregnant."

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eumppattv · 5 months

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CHRISTMAS TRADITIONS | ot7 enha

pairing ot7 x reader genre ᩍ fluff, established relationship warnings ꕁ slight cursing ➜ masterlist a/n: requests are open :)

heeseung mario kart ☆ ⊹ ๑

christmas is the only time of year that heeseung wakes up before 1pm. the reason for this is not because of the presents under the tree, but because he gets to take out the nintendo switch, and absolutely destroy you at mario kart. your first date was during christmas, where you played the game for over an hour. so now every year, you have a little competition. at first heeseung is eager to win, but by the end he’s purposely messing up. why? because he loves when you try to be all cocky after you’ve finally beat him. he thinks you’re too cute when you smirk and boast about how you’re better than him.

jay singing by the campfire ☆ ⊹ ๑

obviously jay is going to bust out his guitar any chance he gets. that is why every year, you gather around the campfire with the rest of the boys, and he plays while you eat smores. you of course have to feed him his, because he’s too occupied. then after the boys leave, you both stay out a while, with jay singing for you as you snuggle up to him, trying to keep warm. he sings some christmas songs, and you try to join in though you always say it won’t sound as good as his amazing voice. and of course part of the traditions would be your voice cracking, and jay laughing about it for the next year.

jake dressing layla up ☆ ⊹ ๑

you’re not sure how this tradition started, but it had turned into a vital part of you day. every year, you and jake spend time shopping for christmas outfits for layla, but keep them a secret from each other. then in the morning, you take turns dressing her up and sending her running down the stairs for the big reveal. at the end you vote for which outfit was better, and that person has to pay for dinner. let’s just say; you haven’t paid for dinner in years.

sunghoon going to the ice skating rink ☆ ⊹ ๑

i think sunghoon just likes to see you suffer, because every year he swears you’re getting better at skating; and every year you fall on your ass. still, he lives for the way he has to hold your hands and guide you across the rink. first you’d make sure to wear cute matching outfits, with each of you getting to pick every other year. then he’d teach you a couple warm ups that you have memorized by heart. at the end he’d want to race you across, but he would purposely mess up so you win. he’d then brag about how well he’s taught you, and how you should be paying him back with kisses.

sunoo baking cookies in matching pjs ☆ ⊹ ๑

one thing about sunoo is he loves his matching pj sets, especially the christmas ones. he’ll get pjs with reindeers on them, and insist you wear them. so every year, you wear your pjs and bake cookies- usually plain chocolate chip. although one year he made you try mint choco cookies, and that didn’t go well. you always make the cookies on christmas eve, so you can wake up and run to the kitchen before you open your gifts. sometimes sunoo wakes up in the middle of the night and grabs a few, claiming it was santa claus or ni-ki.

jungwon decorating your tree ☆ ⊹ ๑

yes you and jungwon spend hours decorating your tree, but the real tradition comes after you have opened all your presents. every christmas, you spend the morning opening your gifts, and the afternoon out at your favorite vintage shop. there you pick out one christmas tree ornament that represents you both for that year, to signify another year together. then the next christmas you add that ornament to the tree, and the cycle continues. jungwon says it’s a symbol of your ever growing love each year.

ni-ki snowball fights ☆ ⊹ ๑

i’m thinking like that one spongebob episode where they have the crazy snowball fight. you would go out, and spend a whole afternoon in the snow. he would try to build a snow fort to protect himself, while you desperately tried to sneak attack him. then you would hit him and he’d fall down dramatically, saying it actually hurt a lot. he would wait for you to comfort him, and then when you’re getting close he would throw a snowball at you and run away laughing.

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jarofstyles · 6 days

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Illicit 10

Here we are, babes. The last official part of the main Illicit story. It’s bittersweet because I finally completed something lmao but also, I really love them and their story.

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Warnings- mention of wounds, stitching, having children, marriage talk, nightmares, etc

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“Harry, for the love of god, please be careful of your arm.” Y/N winced in worry as the man carried firewood over to their fire pit. He had not been taking his injury half as seriously as he had been taking Y/N’s concussion, treating her like the ‘delicate little bird she was.’ He’d gotten an eye roll for that. Of course he wasn’t letting her help lug the wood for their night in front of the fire. She’d requested with sleepy eyes earlier in the morning to make smores because they’d been in her dream and Harry was giving her basically anything she wanted.

“M’fine, baby.” He laughed, appreciating her concern but knowing the injury barely stung anymore. “The stitches are coming out tomorrow, and we pushed it, keeping them until then. Only kept them because you wanted me to.”

It had been about 2 weeks since the attack and they’d left for the lake house. As much as he knew it was terrifying for the both of them, he was utterly relieved to have Katherine behind bars. He’d made sure to keep updated by his contact in the force to know what was happening with her case. Apparently she had really lost it, but Harry didn’t give a fuck. He wanted her to rot behind bars, to live miserably and have Y/N be safe without the threat of some crazy ex-who-isn’t-an-ex looming in the background.

Harry had kept work to a minimum, only logging in to oversee the decisions he had to make. There had been no calls besides the nightly one with his COO to ensure things were running smoothly. Other than that, his entire attention had been on Y/N. They’d barely left the house considering at first Y/N had been a bit embarrassed of her injuries. Another reason he’d hate Katherine until the day he died. Harry always was one to hold grudges, he was infamous for it. She’d never know peace if the man had anything to do with it.

They were healing incredibly well, Harry taking the time at night to set her on the bathroom counter and wipe them clean and apply the healing ointment to them. The only one that was more than a fading scab was the one on her head along with the slight discoloration the black eye had caused. Other than that, he was more than relieved to see her bouncing back. The only thing that plagued him still was the nightmare.

His nightmares.

They’d always start the same, almost a play by play of what had happened to him walking into the home and up the stairs- only when he got there it had been too late. In his nightmare, the knife had already taken Y/N’s life and he couldn’t do anything to save her. He always woke up before the knife struck him, but it actually hurt him. It was a little difficult for him to admit to her, always wanting to be the strong one when it came to their pairing- someone for her to lean on fully- but she had cried once he told her and insisted that she wanted to be there for him. That a partnership was made out of balance and while she could offer him some of the same things he did for her, she was more than capable to be his emotional shoulder to cry on. It had been a tough thing to come to terms with but this week seemed to be healing. Not just physically, either.

“Ms. Greta, please tell him to take it easy.” Y/N pouted at the older woman who brought out the tray of s’more making supplies. She’d made sure to add the peanut butter cups as requested.

“I’m afraid if he won’t listen to you, he won’t listen to anyone.” She chuckled. “Men will be men, and that includes straining their physical health for the macho man act. One day they learn we do know what we are talking about.” A little wink was sent her way as Harry huffed, arranging the wood in the fire pit with a grumble.

“Because I’m fine.” He stressed, standing up straight and crossing his arms. “It’s healed up nicely. I’m more than capable of setting up a little fire.” Crossing over to Y/N, he stole a kiss before grabbing the lighter and a few other things. “Just sit pretty and let your man do the work, baby. I’ve got it.”

There was a snort heard from both women but Ms. Greta was now off the clock, wishing them a good night before retreating into the house. As much as he loved having the woman around, he really was obsessed with this alone time with Y/N. There was the residual guilt he had over her being treated less than ideally because he was juggling the faux relationship and the contract, but he knew now that he was going to have to take a bit of a step back from work in order to do that. He’d delegate as he was supposed to be doing to begin with, assign more to his assistant, take Y/N more places and on more dates out in public. He couldn’t fucking wait to attent events with her and show her off.

He’d been waiting months to let people know who his heart belonged to, and he was finally getting the chance to do so. It was obvious now since the articles had been a media frenzy over the attack, things leaked he couldn’t pinpoint. The only thing he had been commenting on was the fact that Y/N wasn’t a mistress, Katherine wasn’t his lover that was scorned, and there was no true excuse for the actions. It was a good thing in hindsight that they were there, alone. No one had a true clue about the location and he didn’t feel like being hounded by paparazzi- though hopefully they knew better now than to test him and his hatred for the cameras.

One thing that had been burning into him, though, was a question he’d been wanting to ask her. One he knew that was a bit unorthodox but a necessary one nonetheless.

She sat across his lap, his hoodie covering her tank top and denim shorts as her legs swung slightly while they waited for the fire to burn a bit hotter so they could roast their marshmallows.

“When would you like to get married?” He asked. “And how many kids are we thinking about?”

The girl nearly snapped her neck as she looked at him with wide eyes, the not so casual question leaving his mouth as if it was him asking what she wanted for dinner. Harry always did find a way to shock the hell out of her but this was definitely one of the top questions that had caught her off guard. Secretly, she’d assumed Harry had that all figured out. He always made sure to let her know how much he appreciated her opinions and her thoughts, that they were important to him- but he was a planner. Harry was the man in charge and she was happy to let him be. It took a lot of weight off of her shoulders that she wouldn’t admit to anyone else actually weighed on her.

“Uh…” She blinked at him a few times. “I’m not sure. Kinda figured you’d be the one to pop the question. But honestly… Maybe a year? A few months? I dunno.” There was a slight lump in her throat. “I’ve no doubt I want to be with you the rest of my life so part of me feels like I’d probably be fine eloping right now if that was something you wanted but… We haven't really had the chance to be a couple out in the open. While I doubt that’s going to change much considering we feel so strongly, I think it would be kind to ourselves to let us iron out some of the details first before we fully tie the knot.” There wasn’t a right or wrong answer but it still made her a little nervous to answer. “As for kids? I’m not sure. 2? 3? I’d probably say we have one first and figure it out from there.” It wasn’t like they’d have to worry about resources externally but she knew Harry valued family more than anything and he’d want to be an active father. He’d already indulged that detail to her one night when they were particularly loved up. However, neither of them had any children so they didn’t know the workload it would entail, nor did they know how they’d work as parents. Of course they’d figure it out but it would make it a bit more clear on how many they could handle.

“First of all, as much as I’d love to call you my wife right this second… I could never deprive you of the wedding you deserve.” Y/N had told him about the fact that she had always dreamt about her wedding as a little girl. She had pinterest boards full of themes and wedding dresses she’d want to try and cake designs. He wasn’t about to deprive her of those things for his selfish needs.. Harry knew he was indeed a selfish bastard in every other facet of his life, but when it came to Y/N and his soon to be family? That was his only exception. “My mum would probably keel over dead if I did that too. Trust me, you’re going to get your princess wedding.” There was no debating that. “And for kids… I’d love to give you many, many babies.” His tone turned smooth, a little smirk lighting up his face and the twinkle of his eye. “But I think I agree. My idea had been 2-4, but I’ll take as many as you’ll give me. Always.” His hand pulled her in so he could press a kiss to her cheek, muttering a soft declaration of love.

“Love you more.” She sighed, leaning further into his chest. “I’m so happy that we can live our lives when we get back. I know it’ll probably be a little crazy but there's no more hiding. We can go out and hold hands and kiss, people are going to know we belong to each other.” The giddiness on her face was bittersweet. “I’m so excited to be with you properly.”

The tinge of guilt hit him full on in the stomach, making him frown as he looked into the fire. He knew he had fucked up several times on this journey and Y/N just had a lot of patient and given him a lot of grace when he knew for a fact most other people wouldn’t- but that made it feel a little worse. He’d been wrong in not ditching the contract immediately. “Baby?” He said, voice quieter as he met her eyes. “I’m sorry. Genuinely sorry that I’m a stubborn son of a bitch and I didn’t just dissolve the contract and take on a lawsuit. I should have done it the day I met you because I knew you were going to mean a lot to me even there. I… I know I’ve told you a lot how you were the first and only person to ever make me feel the way you do, but it’s more than that. And my hard headed shit got us into something awful. I know I fucked up and you are more generous than I deserve but…” His fingers tenderly moved the hair from her face, stroking her cool cheek. “I’m going to work every single day for the rest of my life to make it up to you. I’m going to make you the most spoiled, well traveled, happiest woman I possibly can.” His voice stayed quiet as he searched her eyes for any hint of resentment but somehow there wasn’t any there.

“H.. I knew what I signed up for. You’d been nothing but honest with me the night I ignored you. You laid it all out for me. I knew that you were taken in name only and I liked you so much that I agreed. I never felt like I played second to her. You can say a lot of things about you, lovely, but subtle isn’t one of those things. You never made me feel like she was important. I understood how important your business was to you- it’s the most important thing to you. Did I like seeing you with her? No. But you made it so clear to me that I was yours and you were mine, I never felt like… I never had any competition.” Y/N tried to soothe the ache she knew he felt. Of course she hadn’t liked people thinking he belonged to someone else but she knew he loved her. The most she had ever been loved, the most unashamed.

“First, I have a correction- You are the most important thing to me. I’d give it all up for you.” That wasn’t a sentence anyone could take lightly, nor one he would ever thought he would say. It used to be the truth, but now it was far from it. “You are my life.” His gaze bore into her own as he cupped her cheek. “There was never any competition. If we want the honest truth, I thought I’d marry as a business decision. I thought I’d probably not have any kids considering I only ever wanted children out of love. I was happy working until I was gray and about to keel over. Business was my only reason for being, and it wasn’t something I minded- but you gave my life so much more, so much color, my angel.” He’d never sounded more fond in his life, looking at his heaven sent gift perched in his lap. “I didn’t realize there was more to life until I met you. You opened my eyes and made my heart soften. I give a shit about a lot more than numbers now and it’s because of you.”

People could say he did it himself but he knew the truth. Without meeting Y/N his life would have been the same robotic function it had been since he got out of uni, and he wouldn’t have complained. He’d never know how much he would miss out on. “I thank whoever in the world sent you to me every damn day and you know m’not religious. You are my miracle. It made me feel so fucking sick walking in that house and thinking you were hurt, I have never in my life felt that sort of terror. But I’d do it all again in order to keep you.” The scar on his arm was a reminder of that.

“I love you, H. The most in the world.” Her eyes watered a little as she smiled at him. “I’m sorry you got scared. I was scared too, scared she would do worse with that knife though I’m still upset you got hurt at all. But I’d go through every bit of it again too.” She sniffled, feeling his thumb brush under her eye as a tear fell. “I know I want everything with you. The marriage and babies and our own house with a pool, if that’s something you want too. You’re the love of my life.”

“And you’re mine.” He mumbled, pressing his lips to hers. “M’gonna spend every day proving that to you. Just wait and see, my angel. My heart is yours.”

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Nails dug into Harry’s back as he rocked slowly into his girl in their brand new home. One he’d bought her as a surprise when they arrived back into the city, leaving their old memories behind in the other penthouse and moving on to the next chapter in the rest of their lives.

“H-Harry…” She bleated, holding on to him while the other hand grabbed his face and pulled his face down so he could be kissed. “Thank you. You always take c-care of me.”

His pace as slow and deep, pressing in as far as he could go on the brand new sheets they’d picked out together. The sunset bled into their room as they breathed each other in, wrapped up in their covers on their first night sleeping there. He’d spared no expense making sure he got the best of the best for her. He was dedicated to the cause, dedicated to proving to her that she was the most precious thing to him in the world.

“M’always going to take care of you, my love.” He nudged his nose against hers as he dipped his hips to get deeper inside of her. It was like they couldn’t get close enough to one another, her legs wrapped snug around his hips while he kept himself up with one hand, the other under her neck. The term making love was fully about this. It was unmistakable. “You were made for me.”

He couldn’t wait to spend every morning like this for the rest of his life. The man who used to cringe at the idea of fucking anyone face first now had it as his preferred position, wanting to make sure he could see every second of her reactions to him. She was snug around his cock, taking him like it was her only job in the world. He’d had no problem doing only this for the rest of his life.

“And you were… you were made for me. We’re made for each other.” Y/N nodded, pressing another open mouthed kiss to his lips as he kept the steady pace, hitting the delicious spot he always knew how to find. “You know my body perfectly. It’s yours forever.” It was both the truth and a bit of a taunt, knowing how much he loved when she spoke like that.

“You are. You’re mine and m’all yours, never have to share me. I love you so fucking much, Y/N.” He whimpered as her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging on it as she was filled over and over again. He hit the perfect spot and was trying to get her to cum, trying to have her finish all over him so he could do the same and stay deep inside for a while. Craving this sort of closeness was an addiction, one he didn’t plan on cutting. The obsession with Y/N grew each and every day. “I can’t wait to make you my wife.”

The woman whined out his name at the last sentence, tugging him closer with her legs as she soaked up every bit of heat from him. It didn’t matter what happened, who tried to get in their way- they would always belong to one another. There was an understanding between both of them knowing this love was bone deep, soul deep, it only deepened by the day. When it felt like they couldn’t love each other more it just kept growing, no matter how full they felt. It was everything.

A love like this was something people revered as pure, perfect, something that everyone craved and yearned for. Something out of a book or a movie, the sort of feeling that trumps all other people and situations. Their passion and yearning for one another had been cultivated in anything but pureness, it was made in the dark. It always made him laugh a little to know that such a concept had blossomed into a real, tangible thing that he could feel between their bodies, something he could see when he looked at her, something he could taste when he kissed her.

A love that stayed between the lines wasn’t the type that grew stronger- that’s why he smiled when they called it illicit.

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gardengirl222 · 2 days

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lene we need some 80s slasher JB!!!

ohh shure! he gives creepy summer camp counselor vibes - 80s!slasher!john b

₊ ⊹ warnings! 18+ - p in v, non con, blood, violence, death, threats, slapping, spitting, obsessed!john b - ₊˚⊹

you'd gotten the most perfect job for the summer as a camp counselor at a sleep-away summer camp. after meeting everyone at the orientation you've become close to another counselor who will be working with you, john b.

he was in charge of the boy's cabin and you the girls, and your groups would meet up for activities, bonfires, smores, and lunch. he'd honestly grown really attached to you since you were always doing things together, whenever he'd see you chatting with another guy he'd feel possessive and you weren't even dating! yet john b would also embarrassingly get hard watching you slide down your shorts, staring at how tight your bikini bottoms fit around your ass. he'd spend that night in his cabin jerking off, picturing your pretty body bouncing on top of him, wishing he could grab fistfuls of your ass. he'd finish in his fist all sweaty and out of breath.

you sat at your group's table in the mess hall facing john b's table, both of you making eye contact every few seconds.

when the dessert was ready, each table was called to go pick up their plate of cherry pie with vanilla ice cream. john b's eyes followed your figure as you walked up to the counter, waiting until all the little girls got their slices. one of the guys that was working inside the kitchen, clearly flirting with you, asks if you want some. you decline with a smile but the young man insists, saying he made it himself, he lifts up the fork with a piece of the warm pie and dripping ice cream to your lips. you indulge him by opening your mouth and closing it around the fork, swallowing the desert you widen your eyes and nod. "it's really good!" you smile, the guy's hand reaching out to swipe the little bit of ice cream that stayed on the edge of your lip.

watching this, john b was furious, letting that fucking feed you, touch your lips....

that night, the little girls knock on your cabin door, right next to theirs. they complain that they heard someone scream coming from the mess hall and are too scared to sleep. you tell them it's probably nothing and to go back to sleep, that you'll check it out.

the girls do as they're told and you walk over to the mess hall and walk inside the dark space to see what could have been the noise, hearing some sort of noise coming from inside the kitchen you figure it could be an animal that got inside, you press your ear to the swinging door honestly too scared to actually look inside.

the door then swings open, causing you to stumble back and meet eyes with john b, with blood on his shirt, hands, and on the knife in his hands. you stand there confused...'did he cut himself?' you think, then you see it, through the open door is the pie guy dead on the floor with his blood pooling around his body. john b's hand is quick to cover your mouth before you can scream, "shshsh, you don't need to do that bub, you're fine." he whispers, maintaining eye contact with you.

you nod your head slowly, chest heaving.

"i'm gonna let go now okay? need you to be quite f'me, can you do that?" he raises his eyebrows and you nod again, he takes his hand off our mouth. "m'gonna need to take your clothes off...got blood on them..." he tells you rather than asks you, he raises the knife and cuts your top up the middle.

"john b? what's going on..." you whisper, clearly scared.

"i can't wait anymore, you drive me crazy, i need to do this." he rambles while tugging off your shorts rather roughly.

"john b did you stab the kitchen b-" he cuts you off with a rough kiss to keep you quiet. he manhandles you over one of the tables and lifts you on top, facing him.

you whine as he brings the knife up to your face.

"don't scream, don't want to whole camp to hear you, n'i don't want to hurt you pup"

you nod, tears spilling down your cheeks as he cuts your panties to get access to your hot messy pussy.

"awww she's so pretty..." he coos, his big rough fingers slowly rubbing your clit, making you mewl.

"jombee...i don't wanna...you killed someone!" you shake your head, almost hyperventilating crying.

"hey, nuh uh, stop that." he pats your face to get you to listen to him. you watch as he pulls off his bloody shirt and unzips his shorts and pulls himself out, your eyes widening at the size. "he's not the only one i killed." he looks back into your eyes and you swear your heartbeat sped up and so did the pulsing of your cunt.

"you're a murderer johnbee," you whisper but then gasp when you feel him start to push in, stretching your pussy.

"i know, m'really mean, huh puppy?" he pouts mockingly and pinches one of your nipples making you squeal.

"don't like being mean to you, but when you walk around acting like an angel, when i know you're a little tease...kinda have'ta put you in your place," he grunts, pounding into hard now, you can see the little bulge in your tummy.

"i wasn't! i didn't mean to be! i didn't do anything!" you sob, one hand grabbing onto the table and the other hand gripping his bicep. blood sorta covering both of you from where he had touched you, he grabs your face with his hand and forces you to look at him.

"wish you could be my good girl right now n'just take. it." he thrusts harder with his last two words. you wish you could scream at how scared you are of him but also at how good it feels.

"open." he grunts, squeezing your jaw a little. you shake your head no as best you can, causing him to let go of your jaw and slap you, making your drooly cunt clench around him. "m'not asking again." he grabs your jaw again, and you open your mouth, and he spits into it making you whine in disgust. "swallow." you do as your told and swallow tears continuing to fall.

"that's how a dumb little doggy gets treated, they get spit on." he grins and pulls out of you, manhandles you off the table, and bends you over, tits and face pressed against the wood.

"nooo...no.." you drool onto the table.

he bends down a bit to be right in front of your ass and spits on your other tight little hole, watching as his spit drips down to your pussy. you squeeze your eyes shut at the feeling and sob a little louder.

he stands up straight again and reaches around to pat your sloppy little cunt now covered in his spit, and slides his cock back in.

"s-so gross..." you mewl, making him laugh quietly, bringing the back of his bloody hand up to your face.

"cum around me or i'll smear this on your face, you want that? hmm? some guy's blood on your face?" he threatens. "c'mon..." he bends down to press icky wet kisses to your cheek that instantly cum on on him, pulsing and squeezing him as your mind goes dumb. his big hand covering your mouth as you moan.

"there she is, good girl...yeaaah" he praises, thrusting into you more sloppily until he's pumping you full, flooding your poor little pussy.

after a few seconds, he pulls out and uses his tip to smear yours and his cum around your pussy lips.

"here." he hands you his bloody shirt for you to put on knowing it'll cover you enough to get back to your cabin decent, you pull his shirt over your head and make sure it covers your ass.

"we'll talk more tomorrow, okay sweetie? gotta go...clean that up." he tilts his head toward the body. "goodnight kiss?" he bits his lip, squinting his eyes, taunting you. you stand there lifting your head, he leans down to give you one last kiss on your lips, a string of saliva connecting your lips when he pulls away. ᥫ᭡

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apocalypseornaw · 2 months

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In Every Life

"Dean!" You squealed laughing and dodging the water balloons your husband and daughter were pelting you and your son with. It was a warmer night and summer so the two of you had decided to let the twins stay up late, complete with setting a projector up in the backyard to watch a movie.

Everything was calm while you and Henry watched the movie, it was a shared favorite but you should've known they were up to something when Dean and Ellie snuck into the house. A few moments later you heard Dean call your name right before a water balloon exploded between you and Henry.

Turns out Dean had filled a bucket with water balloons and a few dozen small water guns were hid around the yard. Pretty soon Sam and Jess had heard the laughter from next door so the two of them, Lexie and Eric had joined as well.

The playing field was even enough, dads and daughters versus moms and sons. You were soaked to the bone but laughing hard enough you had tears forming in your eyes, especially when Sam slid down in the mud.

Once the water balloons were gone and the guns empty Jess rounded the kids up "C'mon all you little Winchesters. Go get dry and pjs on. I'll go hit the pantry for smores supplies"

Once the two of you were alone you turned to look at Dean and he grinned before pulling you into his arms "Sweetheart, I'm not gonna lie you look like the most beautiful drowned sewer rat I've ever seen" you slapped his chest playfully "And yet you're the one who fell in love with this sewer rat" "How could I not?" He replied before pulling you into a kiss.

"See what you needed to in this world?" Bobby asked from where he stood behind Dean. He nodded "She really does choose me in every life" Bobby stepped up to put a hand on the younger man's shoulder "I told you that. That girl would choose you over anyone. Sam will take care of her in your world until she makes it to your side but she'll never stop loving you. The two of you were made for each other. Some worlds you get your happy ending, some worlds it ends big and bloody but she's always at your side no matter the world"

Dean felt an ache in his chest, remembering how sad your eyes were that day but he hoped you'd live a long time before joining him. Then the two of you wouldn't be separated again.

#au dean winchester #dean winchester angst #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x female!reader #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfiction #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester drabble

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frankieburieshisdead · 4 months

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☠︎︎Hobie Brown x Ballerina male reader pt.2☠︎︎

! NSFW !

The first night you brought Hobie home, your first reaction was to tense up when he asked if he could follow you to your dorm.

You had done this song and dance before. "Going up to your room" usually meant awkwardly having to pry a guys hands from around your waist as he cussed and spat about how ungrateful you were. You couldn't stand the idea of seeing Hobie like that. Didn't want to give him the chance to be that ugly.

You should have known you had no reason to worry. As soon as the two of you were alone, he brought out a handkerchief stuffed with bread rolls that he had stolen from the restaurant and a pocket of marshmallows he had nicked from a corner store on the way here.

The two of you spent the night making waxy smores over a scented candle that your RA would kill you if she found. Hobie slept on the floor even though you insisted you were fine with him on the bed. "I don't know if I can sleep next to that many stuffed animals watching me," he joked, and you blushed even though you knew it was a tawdry excuse.

It had been almost a year since that night, and you found yourself wanting more, staying up at night wondering what Hobie's big hands would feel like just an inch lower than he would let them wander when you two were making out.

You decided to bring it up one day when he was helping you with your warm-ups before class. You hated practicing in the boys' dorm - if there weren't prying eyes, there were cruel words spat in hushed whispers - so Hobie would let you practice in his apartment.

You never thought to ask how he could afford a space so big, particularly as a student in Hester, but he had mentioned a modeling career before he started studying, so you chopped it up to residuals. Either way, it was a beautiful space lined with windows that gave a view of the whole city.

"Hobie? Is there any chance you would help me with this stretch?" You had your leg pulled up in an altitude stretch, but you couldn't quite bring it above your shoulder. He sauntered out of his room without a shirt and his jeans low on his hips. You felt yourself warming up.

"Sure. Where do you need me?" He asked as he came up behind you, resting his hands across the width of your waist.

"If you could just press my leg forward until the palm of my foot touches the crown of my head."

He began to push, situating himself so that his crotch lined up with the dip of your legs. The heat spread to your face, and there was an even hotter feeling trailing behind each touch Hobie left.

"Like that?" He huffed into the shell of your ear. Something rigid was pressing up against your thigh, insistent and hot. It made you preen, tucking your shoulder against your cheek. You felt the rough pads of his fingers slide even further up, dipping past the hem of your leotard and splaying over your pelvis. You could feel yourself hardening, a mortifying experience that you prayed Hobie hadn't noticed.

But of course he did. Of course he slipped his palm between your legs, teasing just above your cock, dipping further to the meat of your thigh.

"Do you wanna..."

"Yes." It was out of your mouth before he could finish. He spun you around, keeping his grip on your thigh to hoist your legs around his waist. You forgot what it was like to want something like this. To have this hasty, frantic energy drawing you closer to this other person who you barely know. Except this time, you do know them. This is Hobie, the person who you would hopefully spend the rest of your life knowing. Your Hobie. Hobart Brown who was gently laying you down on his mattress, kissing up your torso, smoothing his cheek against the dip in your navel, pulling little 'ah' 'ah' 'ah's from you.

"Still good?" your boyfriend peeks his head up from between your thighs, checking in.

"Still good. You?" You have to pant it out.

He just smiles at you, a wicked, pretty thing. A loving thing.

END

part 1 here

#hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown x male reader #x reader #x male reader #bottom male reader #fanfic #part 2/2 #hobie spiderverse #into the spider verse

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literallyjusttoa · 5 months

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Muses HC's!

Bc why not, the muses are awesome. Also! Just a quick refresher bc I know not everyone is insane and has all the muses memorized.

Clio: Muse of History

Eutyrpe: Muse of Lyric Poetry

Thalia: Muse of Comedic Poetry

Melpomine: Muse of Tragic Poetry

Terpsichore: Muse of Dance

Erato: Muse of Erotic Poetry

Polyhymnia: Muse of Religious Hymns

Urania: Muse of Astronomy

Calliope: Muse of Epic Poetry

I know that Hesiod said they were daughters of Zeus but you know what I say? I say NO. I instead listen to what some other poets said, which is that the muses are very powerful nymphs that burst forth from sacred streams. I like to think this happened like five months before Apollo was born, and everyone was very confused about these nymphs that seemed to have control over domains that no one else really had any claim over, and then Apollo was born and everyone was like “ohhh that makes sense, yeah.” In a way, they prophesized Apollo’s domains (haha get it, cuz he's the god of prophecy, I’m a genius guys i’m a comedic geni-)

Thalia and Melpomine argue about everything, but they’re also inseparable. You’ll often find them discussing heroes' stories and debating whether or not their lives should take a comedic or tragic turn.

Calliope doesn’t just write epic poetry. No, she also appraises weapons and artifacts of bygone myths with Clio, maps out constellations with Urania, and watches over upcoming epic heroes with Apollo. She’s really the jack-of-all-trades of the group.

Soprano: Eutyrpe, Thalia Mezzo-Soprano: Terpsichore, Calliope, Erato Alto: Clio, Polyhymnia Contralto: Melpomine, Urania

(Obviously they can sing all the notes but this is like, their preferences when it comes to harmonizing)

Eutyrpe and Terpsichore love to have mini shows, with Eutyrpe performing any new lyrics she’s cooked up and Terpsichore improvising dances to her songs.

Clio’s kind of the unofficial leader of the muses. Like, Apollo is the official leader, but whenever he’s out of town Clio’s in charge.

Whenever Apollo makes a new poem, he shows it to whoever’s sphere it falls into first, and then Urania, bc Urania just loves reading poetry and her praise will heal the bruised ego he might have if the first draft was not approved.

Whenever Urania makes a new constellation, the whole group has an overnight star-watching session, where they reminisce on old heroes and make smores.

Polyhymnia and Erato actually have a lot of overlap. Especially because Polyhymnia was making religious hymns for greek gods and, well, you know how greek gods are. This is why Erato is the only one not surprised by Polyhymnia’s dirty jokes. The other sisters think Polyhymnia is “too pure”

Apollo has been with all of the muses, but it’s honestly more of a queer-platonic sort of thing (and/or a friends with benefits situation) he has a very fluid way of showing affection with all of them, since they’ve been some of his closest companions throughout his life. Also, the ten of them have single-handedly made it through the equivalent of thousands, if not tens of thousands of tech weeks together, and I don’t think anything could bond people together more than that.

#trials of apollo #toa apollo #lester papadopoulos #sunny speaks #long post #headcanons #the muses #just finished making designs of them and I have fallen in love <3

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daydreamingmia · 3 months

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ROADTRIP PART 2

Walker Scobell X Reader | Series | You Belong With Me🔱 Part 4

When you drive in the first thing you see is Buffalo. You take a couple pics and post them.

"Are you guys hungry?" Your mom asks

"YEESSSS!" everyone says in unison

"Alright look at the map and tell me what you wanna eat.

We decided on restaurant and drove there. Whe got a booth. I sat next to Walker and Leena sat next to me.

"I think I'm gonna have the fried chicken. What are you gonna have?" Walker asks me looking up from the menu at you

"Mac & Cheese" You said with a smile that Walker knew exactly what you were talking about

"Kraft Mac & Cheese if your parents don't buy it stop loving them" you recited

"Oh my God" Walker said rolling his eyes looking back down at his menu

When you leave the restaurant everyone is full. You go to your cabin and flop on the couch.

"I might explode" You groan

"Me too" Walker says as he lays down on the floor next to you. Making it kinda look like a crime scene.

"Oh no Walker's stupidity kill them both!" Lenna walks in with a smile

"Not yet!" You reply slightly lifting your head and putting it back down.

"Hey!" He said fake offended

Later that night everyone goes to the cabins campfire (I don't know if that is a thing. But pretend it it).

Everyone was making smores around the fire.

"Where is Walker?" You ask

"Boo!" Walker silently came up behind you and yelled in your ear. You scream and turn to see Walker laughing

"Walker! You almost made me drop my smore!" You yelled as you hit his shoulder.

He sat down next to you and made his own smore.

"Let's tell scary stories!" Walker said excited

"Noooo! I don't wanna have nightmares!" You complain

"Don't be chicken!" He reply and starts the story not listening to you.

"Years ago, a pack of ravenous wolves roamed these very woods, their eyes glowing fiercely in the moonlight. They were led by a massive alpha, whose howl could be heard for miles around. One night, a group of campers, much like them, set up camp in the same spot. Little did they know that they were being watched by the pack of wolves, their hunger growing with each passing minute. As the campers slept, the wolves attacked, their sharp teeth tearing through flesh and bone. The screams of the campers echoed through the woods, a haunting reminder of the horrors that lurked beneath the trees. To this day, it is said that the wolves still roam the woods, searching for prey. And on nights when the moon is full, their howls can still be heard, sending a shiver down the spines of anyone who dares to venture into their territory."

You hear a wolf howl and your eyes widen. You get closer to Walker.

"Alright let's go inside" Leena said seeing you were scared.

You looked at her with "Thank you!" Eyes and she nodded and smiled

Everyone got up and went inside to get ready for bed. You finished and went and sat on your bed and watched TV.

Your pajamas ⬆️

You were sharing a room with your sister and Leena. Walker across the hall.

Your sister was already asleep when Leena walked in.

"I thought you'd be asleep already." Leena said

"Not a hug fan on going to sleep right now." You said talking about the story

"Walker is annoying." she said

"Yeah" you nodded

"What are we watching?" she said hopping on your bed

"You don't have to stay up with me. I'll be fine." You said appreciating what she was trying to do

"You're my best friend and my stupid brother scared you. It is my duty to stay awake with you." She smiled

"What do you wanna watch?" You smiled

"Thor The Dark World!" She replied

You put it on with a smile and gave her the popcorn you had.

"Hey I know her!" Leena pointed to you on the screen

You both laughed

After about 2 hours you and Leena fell asleep.

You woke up in a sweat after dreaming about the wolves. You were scared. Leena said wake her up if she falls asleep and you have a nightmare. But you couldn't do that to her. There was someone who deserved being woken up. You got out of bed and Walker over to Walker's room. You knocked but there was no answer you slowly open the door and see Walker dead asleep.

"Walker!" You whisper yelled

Nothing

"Walker!" You said a little louder shaking him

"What?!" he groaned

"I had a nightmare" You pouted

"What about?" he asked still kinda out of it

"Your wolf story" you replied

"I'm sorry." He said actually compassionate "I didn't mean to scare you that much."

"Can I stay in here with you for a while?" You ask

"Yeah. Yeah. Of course." He said moving over

You laid down next to him and he hugged you. It was very comforting. He may be annoying sometimes but you knew he would protect you and would always be there if you needed him.

The next morning you woke up and saw it was 9 am.

"Walker" you said over your shoulder

"Hmm" He replied

"It's 9"

"So?"

"I'm hungry"

"Fine" He said letting go of you

You go to your room and change out of your pajamas.

Your outfit ⬆️ (you can change these outfits if you want)

You went to the kitchen where everyone is eating breakfast. Your mom made everyone French toast. It was delicious. After breakfast we all got in the van. We went to see Old Faithful which was beautiful then we went to the gift shop.

Do you like this?" Walker asked showing you a sweatshirt

The sweater Walker showed you⬆️

"Oooo! I love it! Why?" You asked

"No reason" He said casually and walking away

You look around and buy a few things. We all went back to the thevan and sat in our seats.

"Here" Walker said handing you a bag

You open the bag and see the sweatshirt that he showed you earlier

"Oh my gosh! Walker you didn't have to do that!" You said smiling holding it up looking at it

"Yes I did! It's repayment for scaring you last night." He replied happy you liked it

"Thank you!!" You said hugging him

"Of course!" He replied

You put it on as everyone drove back to the cabin.

You were reading on the couch and Walker was on his phone when your mom walked in the room

"Kids come look outside! It's snowing!" Your mom said

You and Walker both raced to the window to see blankets if white covering everything

"Oh my gosh it's so pretty!" You said admiring it's beauty

"Race you outside! Walker said running to the door and putting on his jacket.

You ran after him and put on your jacket and boots as fast as you could

"Walker?" You said stepping outside not seeing him anywhere. Then a snowball hit you right in the face.

"Bullseye!" He laughed

You guys had a snowball fight for at least 29 minutes then went back inside. Soaked. Especially Walker.

"I won!" You said with a smile

"Yeah right. I won!" Walker rolled his eyes

"Right Walker. Whatever you have to tell yourself." You said putting your hand on his shoulder

"You know what you're right..." He said clearly up to something

"I think the winner should get a hug" He said as you started running

"No! I wet enough as it is" You ran as fast as you could for about 2 minutes but you knew he was going to catch you eventually.

"Fine! You won! Happy?" You said turning around with your hands up

"Very" He said with a smile

We were now driving back home.

"It's so pretty here" Walker said looking out the window. You took a picture of him and posted it.

Then Taylor texted you

"I'm invited to the Grammys!" You exclaimed

"That's awesome! Congratulations!" Walker said hugging you

"Omg! That's amazing! Congratulations y/n!" Leena said very happy for you

"Thank you! I'm so excited!" You said smiling

When you got home it was midnight so you invited Walker and Leena to spend the night.

"That's sounds amazing! I'm so tired." Lenna said so happy

Leena would sleep in your room and Walker in the guest room.

"So, I got an email from my fashion designer and she gave me a couple options for the Grammys. Which one do you think I should pick?" You asked showing her your phone

"I think...that one" she said pointing to the one on the left

Your dress for the Grammys ⬆️

"That one it is!" You said emailing your fashion designer (Alexandria)

Couple days later

You were so excited!

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euijoosorangeslice · 6 months

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Helloooo! May I request &team members reaction when their crush is near them? :D

In a quite fluffy mood rn, so here goes.

&t Around Their Crushes

warnings: heavy fluff, kissing, reader has no specified gender, feet ig? Hard to explain lmao. Not proofread.

he’s probably going to try to put on a strong man persona if he thinks your into that. Skinship heavy, loves to touch your hand or your thigh. Around Valentine’s Day, you basically get a rent-a-boyfriend for the day. Impossible to not know he likes you, cause he will definitely tell you. Will be really hurt if you don’t like him back, he’s really particular about who he shows this much love towards.

Fuma

Definitely gets easily embarrassed, will get teased hard by his friends. “Look Fuma, there’s your new fiancée!” He’d hope you didn’t hear, but if you laugh he’ll want to disappear. Usually strong but will fold at your smile or compliments. If you wear his clothes it automatically means he thinks you’re the one. If you say his hair looks good today or you like his shirt he’s immediately blushing.

Nicholas

Going to try and do everything to get into your good graces. Been complaining about you favorite jacket being torn? Next day you’ll have a new one. Your feet hurt from the shoes you’re wearing? You’ll be getting new shoes and a foot massage. Once you finally catch on, he’d rush to ask you out. Probably end up spending a lot of time telling him that you can’t just buy your love with money. He’d eventually get it, and instead of buying you expensive clothes he’s taking you on expensive dates or buying your favorite things.

Euijoo

You would have to pry it out of him. You’d probably catch him staring super hard and he’d immediately apologize. He purposefully sits next to you in a way that you won’t even notice his staring when you’re talking to your friends. Zones out admiring your beautiful face and all its features. His mind is only thinking about kissing you and how badly he wants to. If you two are ever alone, out of pure embarrassment he’d probably spill everything and tell you how he feels. Cutting him off with a loving kiss would be his dream response.

Is always masking his crush. He knows that if his friends knew they’d tell you, and he doesn’t want to live knowing that you know he’s obsessed with you. If you’re shorter than him, he’ll love when you stand next to him because he can look down into your eyes. He just loves the way you look when you smile at him from below. Can only think about how much he wishes you two were together.

Yuma

Straightforward tsundere vibes. Like will call you his but if you say the same thing he’ll act like he doesn’t like you. “Oh, y/n? Like with the pretty eyes and really kissable lips? No way!” All his friends know you have a thing for him and he has a thing for you. But you two would take ages to make it official. If someone calls him your boyfriend, he’ll hard deny it but when he gets home, he’s so happy people can see you two as a couple.

Harua

Shows his love by presence. Per example, if you have a sports meet he’ll be there. You don’t even have to ask. Just don’t question how he knows when your every practice is and game. Will drive you home if you’re too tired just to watch you sleep. A bit of a creep but like in the I love you way yk? Kisses your forehead when he thinks your asleep, even though you’re still awake.

Taki

Bakes you a lot of random shit. In contrast to Nicholas, he’s a homemade gift giver. Need a new tote bag? No need to buy one, he’s making I right now in your favorite color. Want a new sweater or a pair of cozy socks? As soon is gets cold outside he’ll make you smores cookies, hot chocolate, and anything you ask for.

Maki

Will PDA you to death. Probably hints at you two getting together for the longest time. “You know, anyone would be lucky to date you.” He’d tell you how he wishes he had a lover with hair or eyes like yours. He will invite you over a lot, but he’s awkward so you’ll sit there on his lap doing nothing for hours. But that’s how he likes to spend time with you.

#&team imagines #&team #&team x reader #&team nicholas #&team taki #&team harua #&team fuma #&team ej #&team maki #&team jo #&team yuma #&team k #&team fluff

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magicxc · 7 months

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Stay With You

Pairings: Trevante Rhodes x Black Reader x Aldis Hodge

Word Count: 1652

Warnings: double penetration, hand job, cream pies

BBJ Masterlist

“Y’all when I said let's go camping, I was thinking something along the lines of smores, maybe even a cute lil bonfire,” I ranted. “But to be out here in natures ass crack, the possible meal of a grizzly bear is where I draw the line.

“Y/N, we’re in a makeshift tent in the backyard, I doubt a grizzly is making it this far into the city,” Aldis sighed.

“And if he does, we’ll hear him,” Trevante added.

“Was that supposed to make me feel better?”

“This is practice Y/N, you stay complaining like this on the real campsite and a grizzly will be the least of your worries.”

“Aldi, is that a threat?” I gasped.

“No, it’s a warning, so take heed.”

“Ohhh Aldiii, you giving out warnings now?” Trevante mocked.

Deadpanning Tre, I look over to Aldis to assess what the problem really is.

“Aldi, you know I don’t do the whole nature thing, but I’m legitimately trying FOR YOU."

“You ain’t gotta try if all you gone do is keep complaining,” he protested.

“I AM -“

“Hey hey hey y’all enough,” Tre interrupted. “Let's put a pin in it before one of us says something we can’t take back.

Always the peacemaker that one. Trevante is quite literally the definition of lover not a fighter, whereas Aldis on the other hand is my little hot head. We tend to clash from time to time, but we’re learning which buttons not to push.

He’s been begging us to go camping for a minute now and I finally gave in last weekend, opting to do this only if I could work my way up there. Tre is no more keen to do it than I am, but pushed those feelings to the side for all the times Aldis has been so willing to try something for us. I guess it didn’t help that I’ve been bitching since we crawled inside here.

Sighing, I apologized for my earlier whining and creeped over to his side of the tent to seal it with a kiss. He accepts it with a grumble, but the scowl on his face tells a different story.

“Baby, I am so sorry for not coming in here with an open mind and if you let me, I’ll have us all making noises a grizzly wouldn’t dare interrupt.”

I get a small smile in return, but it’s not the heart melting one I’m used to seeing.

“Please, forgive me and come morning I’ll fix your favorite breakfast.”

“There are no stoves in the woods,” Tre reminded.

“Right, well I’ll do whatever it takes to survive in nature,” I promised. “No soap, no toothpaste, just a knife and my killer instincts.”

A chorus of woahs follows from both men, Aldis urging me to relax, emphasizing the idea that living in nature surrenders the use of modern technology not hygiene.

“Yeah well I’ll stay clean ONLY if you forgive me,” I bargained.

Chuckling, he leans in and pecks me on the lips, formally forgiving my prior tantrum.

“Moving forward, I don’t wanna hear no lip and you’ll do exactly as I say,” he demanded.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I lean in for another kiss, mumbling a yes sir. Deepening it, I feel Tre’s palm run across my ass, caressing its curves in the softest way.

Aldis’ arms wrap around my waist, pulling me in closer as his lips run over mine, trailing down to my chin, my neck, and stopping just shy of my breast.

“Now, tell me more about those non interrupting grizzly noises,” he says through light pecks.

Shuffling off the floor Tre gets behind me, locking me in between them, sprinkling his fair share of kisses along my back in agreement with Aldis.

Turning so that my body faces forward, I rest my arms on the shoulder of each man; leaning firstly into Tre and then into Aldi to swap a little bit of spit.

“Well, for starters we’d need less clothes.“

“Like this shirt for instance,” Tre proposed as he tugged it off me.

“And these pants,” Aldis added, unbuckling them. “They don’t really serve much purpose do they?”

Shaking my head no, I help them shed the rest of the clothes by ridding myself of the remaining undergarments. Now in my birthday suit, I watch as each man's clothing finds itself in a pile next to mine.

Tongue slipping between teeth and over my lips, I can’t help the jolt of excitement that washes over me as I ready myself for both my men. Leaning over to Tre, I sink my teeth into his skin as I suck on his sweet spot, no doubt leaving a hickey - eager to mark him in the sexiest way.

He breathes out soft, shy pants and I reach down to grab his semi hard dick as I stroke it back and forth. Dribbles of precum ooze from the tip and I drag my thumb forward to smear it against his length, allowing me to jerk him off a little more smoothly.

Tilting over to my left, I lean into Aldis and dip my head into the firm arch of his shoulder blade, peppering his jaw in open mouth kisses; spots of saliva left behind after each one.

He then grabs my left breast, his mouth swirling around the hardened nipple as my head tips back at the delicious sensation, quiet mewling tumbling past my lips. Tre follows suit with my other breast, tweaking and kneading before taking the nipple into his warm mouth.

Hand gliding down Aldis’ lap, I stop at his girthy member, tracing over each thick vein while I softly run my hand over his nuts. Bringing my hand to my face, I spit in the palm and return it back to his length, this time stroking him with ease.

Breathy moans follow, but it comes out muffled around my nipple and I take this chance to speed up in pace on both men, hoping to see their creamy finish.

“Tell me how good this feels,” I whimpered. “Matter of fact, cum for me so I know it’s real.”

Heated lips run along my skin, tongues leaving wet trails in their paths while hands get entangled with limbs and moans get engulfed into the noiseless night. My body feels hot with desire, eyelids fluttering closed, and mouth ajar, I couldn’t tell who was doing what but my movements never ceased; eager to bring my men over the edge.

Their heavy breathing becomes more erratic, my cooing and encouragement having them spill onto me as my hands come to a slow stop and I lick each fist clean.

Grabbing the back of my neck, Aldis pulls me in for a kiss, thumbs spreading my lips open to taste himself. Pulling away, I turn over to Tre and dive in for another round of tongue twisting, saliva trailing down our chins as we pull apart.

“On all fours Y/N, you know wassup,” Aldi directed.

“Yes sirrrr, Tre you on the bottom baby?”

“I’m wherever you want me,” he winked.

Lying down on his back, he helps position me on top of him, dick in hand as he watches me slowly slide down his length. A heavy gasp leaves us both at the heated feeling of being connected. After we adjust, he gives me a lazy smile, mouthing a quick I love you to which I eagerly return it.

“Ready for me angel?”

“Go for it Aldi.”

“I’ll be your genie, Y/N, every fucking day if you let me,” he confides, smearing his cum between my ass.

“Your every wish would be my command,” he continued, entering first with his finger.

“You’re my beacon of light honey,” he insisted, adding in another digit. “In an otherwise bleak and cruel world.”

“You both reassure me that all is not lost,” he chanted, driving his fingers into me, the pace deliciously unwavering.

“Y’all have given me the joy to call you guys family,” he admitted, removing his fingers entirely.

“But this ass? Oh this ass Y/N is what I can call home,” Aldis ended as he thrusted to the hilt.

No matter how many times he’s entered my backdoor, I can never get used to his sheer size. He always knocks the wind out of me and I find myself planted face first into Tre’s chest, his hands cradling my jaws as I seep back into reality. Sweet nothings are whispered into my ear but it’s the driving force of their dicks that fully reels me into the present.

“There she is,” Tre snickered. “I got you baby girl, don’t you worry.”

I barely recognize the sounds coming from me, my words now indecipherable, cockdrunk and drooling as they tear me apart. Aldis wraps his hand around my throat, drawing me in to plaster my lips with sloppy kisses while Tre takes a hold of my waist to drive his dick further into me, my pussy stretched around his dick as his tongue explores the shape of my neck.

My fingers are embedded into skin, whose I don’t know, but the crescent shaped marks will reveal it sooner or later. Tongue sliding against Aldis’ while Tre’s fingers dance every which way across my waist and thighs, I can’t help the howl that escapes me; grizzly bear be damned, my body feels worked over past its limits.

The peak that I hit seems never ending, my soul paralyzed and heartbeat accelerating, while everything around me ceases to exist. I come down just in time enough to feel them splatter my walls simultaneously which elicits a minigasm of my own.

Loud, labored panting is all that I hear. Rough, calloused hands is all that I feel. Navy blue sky littered with twinkling stars is the view that meets me and I must admit that camping isn’t so bad after all.

#Emmy Writes #Emmy Tries #My Drabbles #Black Boy Joy #Trevante Rhodes x Black Reader #Trevante Rhodes x Black!Fem!Reader #Trevante Rhodes #Aldis Hodge x Black Reader #Aldis Hodge x Black!Fem!Reader #Aldis Hodge #Trevante Rhodes x Black Reader x Aldis Hodge #Trevante Rhodes x Black!Fem!Reader x Aldis Hodge #Black Reader #Black!Fem!Reader #3 some tings #why am I like this lmfao

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reallyromealone · 10 months

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Can I request toman and takemichis little twin brothers again. Where toman decide to go fishing and start to get the stuff out of the car and the twins just decide to go in the boat and end up in the middle of the lake or idk. Lol

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10. camping

24. Boating

Event

Masterlist

Toman x toddler male reader /w twin

"i help" (twins name) mimbled as he held a small bag with snacks in it, (name) dragging his and his brothers little back packs with their car toys in them "thank you, do helpful!" Mitsuya said to the boys who beamed before waddling off hand in hand to go help other people, Sanzu and Smiley going over the food their beinging "we bring oyos?" (Name) asked hopefully and the two looked down at the toddlers "wouldnt be a camping weekend without oreos yeah?"

The adults let the twins "help" it kept them out of trouble and everyone kept an eye on them before it was time to strap the boys in their car seats "all comfy?" Takemichi asked his brothers who nodded with their sippy cups filled with juice, hakkai between them so they dont fight, Mitsuya and Takemichi in front.

"You two excited to go camping?" Mitsuya asked the twins who bounced happily "we make smore!" (Name) yelled "and fishing! Draken is gonna teach you guys how to pitch a tent!" Hakkai said and the twins looked fascinated at this concept.

When the twins were finally freed they held their brothers hands and wanted to help set up, Draken indeed showing them how to set up a tent and the Kawata twins watching them while everyone got stuff ready, the twins loving the elder twins as they never met other twins.

"Smore.." (twins name) grumbled as he and his brother ate the delicious treat like a couple of wolf cubs, messy and enthusiastically and the rest of Toman watched with smiles on their faces.

Come morning, the twins had little life jackets and bucket hats and toddler fishing rods, sandals strapped on and ready to fish with the others.

The men didnt give the tots ant real directions as they stood beside the adults "we should get in the boats" takemichi mumbled as he looked over everything, the tots not hearing Chifuyu say they cant as Mikey was still getting ready.

The tots got into the boat, the movement causing the boat to drift and before they knew it they were thirty feet out "ok you two, you rea-- where are they" everyone looked horrified before Mitsuya pointed to the boat now in the middle of the lake, the two tots looking VERY distressed as they cried out for their brother.

A bunch of soaked toman members and two sobbing tots later and the twins were free and a little terrified of boats, the gang deciding to just fish on the dock and smiled when they caught a tiny fish "you caight a fish!" Baji said hyping them up "caught dat mowfukin fsh" (name) mumbled and the others tried not to break out into laughter at the toddlers cursing.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers fluff #male reader #toman x male reader #toman x reader #takemichi x reader

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starbandit · 8 months

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Summer Nights (Nick Furcillo)

Preview: Another tap. And another. You raised a shaky hand to peel the blinds apart, just enough for you to peek out.

Contains: making out, obvious crushing

word count- 2.3k/unedited

This summer was going to be the best summer of your life. There was no way anything was going to ruin it. You had managed to snag the dream job of anyone your age who was begging for a little bit of freedom from home. A camp counselor.

That’s right. Your summer was gonna be spent chasing sweaty pre-teens, fixing bee stings and splinters, and putting aloe on sunburns. But on top of that you were going to get to hike, and kayak around an island, and spend nights singing campfire songs. All while away from the real world, away from the stress of friends, of family, of school.

Your main stressors were the middle school arguments you had to be the mediator for. Emma was little to no help with it, instead instigating said fights by helping spread rumors for a little bit of ‘entertainment’. You could almost hear her voice, “I can’t wait to tell the boys about this”, while you were busy consoling campers over their week-long relationship.

You threw your tray down on the table, another night of soggy meat and limp veggies. Camp food was never good, almost always big pots of some kind of slop and frozen vegetables. Nutritionally balanced was a goddamn lie. Emma sat down next to you, giggling and smiling at Jacob who took the bench across from her.

“Oh, Jacob,” She laughed, covering her mouth. “You are hilarious!”

You rolled your eyes. Even if they wanted to deny their relationship, say they were friends or hate each other, there was no doubting that something was happening. Of course, you knew, with the amount of times she woke you up to sneak out to the docks with him, there would be no way you didn’t know.

Their conversation turned into background noise as your eyes caught someone walking towards your table. It was like something out of a movie, things moving in slow motion. Tight jeans hugged long, slender legs, a skinny waist hidden by a baggy t-shirt. Puppy dog eyes shining.

Nick smiled and greeted you as he sat down with his food. Dylan, Kaitlyn, and Ryan sat down soon after, all beginning to chat with each other as they choked down the ‘food’. You joined in the conversation, listening to Dylan spit out some pretty good one-liners, and caught the way Ryan looked at him while he did. You listened as they made the plans for a campfire, something fun for the end of the week. The plan was for everyone to meet by the lakeside for the bonfire on the beach and roast marshmallows and make smores with the campers. Maybe someone would bring a guitar or some spooky stories.

Soon dinner came to an end. Nick grabbed your tray before you even had a chance to react. “I’m on cleaning duty this evening.” He smiled. “I’ll still see you at the campfire tonight though, right?”

“Oh!” You smiled back, hoping the flush of your face wasn’t horribly obvious. “Of course, I-I will definitely see you tonight.” You nodded and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

Emma had already begun collecting the campers when you made your way to the table. She was helping the campers stack plates and trying to rush them to get to the showers as fast as possible.

You and Emma led the campers back to the cabin to grab shower caddies and made your way to the bathroom. Emma groaned as you guys walked into the bathroom. It reeked of bleach and mildew, and a mild stink of wet dog for some unknown reason. The floor was stained with years of mud and perpetually wet. The lights flickered and some of the shower curtains on the stalls were beginning to turn black on the bottom from all the moisture.

“All right campers! Each of you have… 6 minutes to shower!” Emma announced. “Save the hot water for everyone, please. I cannot take another ice bath tonight.” She rolled her eyes. You both made quick work of turning on the showers and assigning campers to each one to try and minimize the amount of time wasted.

“So, you excited for the bonfire tonight?” Emma questioned as she picked at her nails. “Gonna flirt with your boy toy?” She whispered, nudging you slightly.

“He’s not my boy toy!” You shook your head. Sure, you had a slight crush on Nick. He made your heart flutter, your cheeks get hot, your hands clammy. But it was only a slight crush… Right?

Emma hummed. “That’s right. You won’t make a move.” She laughed. “Can’t be yours if you won’t stake the claim.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll do it when I’m good and ready. We don’t even know if he likes me back.” You watched as two of the girls began trading body washes and combing each other's hair in the dirt stained mirrors.

When it was your turn to shower, you found yourself thinking about what Emma had said. Did she know something you didn’t? You let the cold water run over your skin for a little bit longer, washing any leftover soap off. You sighed as you turned the shower off and quickly got dressed, pulling pajamas over your still wet skin.

You trudged back to the cabin with the campers, listening to them chatter about how excited they were for the bonfire and to see ‘Counselor Dylannnnn’. You had a good giggle with Emma about the crushes the campers had on the counselors while everyone cleaned up their bunks and finished getting ready.

After a while, you guys finally left the cabin and began the short hike to the beach. The campers squealed and ran off the second they saw the glow of the fire and joined their friends on the blankets set up on the beach. Jacob and Ryan were throwing more kindling on the fire while Nick was helping a younger camper zip their jacket. Your heart ached at the sight.

“Good with kids.” Emma teased as she pushed by you. “We’re here!” She called out.

Nick looked up at the call and smiled when he spotted you. The kid he was helping ran off as soon as his jacket was zipped. “Y/N!” He waved. “Come sit.”

You made your way over, taking in the smell of the fire before sitting on the log next to Nick. You could hear giggles of the campers just a few feet away on the shore, a few of them dipping their toes in which landed them a scolding from Ryan.

You guys sat in silence for a while, watching as everyone chilled out and played around as the sun went down. You kept your eyes on the fire, the flames warming your face. It was almost perfect. That was, until Dylan and Kaitlyn approached.

“We have S’MORES!” Dylan shouted, holding up some bags. The campers cheered and raced over, trying to grab at the ingredients to make the sweets. “Woah, woah, one at a time, ya little goblins!” He laughed.

“We need a line!” Kaitlyn called out. “And for you guys to be safe, and smart, about the marshmallows and fire!”

You helped the kids place the marshmallows on the ends of (mostly clean) sticks and showed them how to roast the perfect marshmallow. Kaitlyn was trying to avoid burns at all costs, even if that meant physically pulling kids back from the fire. Jacob and Emma had disappeared, no doubt off into the bushes somewhere to make out and baby talk to each other.

Once all the kids had their fill of s’mores, the counselors decided to make a few of their own. You had a weak spot for the gooey goodness of a charred marshmallow and melted chocolate. You ate your treat while Ryan began the scary campfire stories to the kids.

“Hey,” a voice sounded in your ear. You turned your head and came face to face with Nick. “You got a little, uh…” He motioned to his own cheek. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. Food on your face? What were you? 4? “Let me.”

He lifted a hand to your face, gently rubbing the chocolate off the corner of your mouth with his thumb. “Beautiful.” He smiled before popping the thumb in his mouth and sucking the chocolate off. “And tasty.”

You were praying that only you could hear the pounding in your ears. And that the fire could be to blame on how hot and red your face was. You could hear the teasing from Emma already.

“T-thanks.” You weren’t sure if you should thank him. He had just indirectly licked chocolate off your face. Kaitlyn winked at you from her spot next to Ryan when you looked back over. What was happening?

The rest of the bonfire went by like a blur. Your mind was too focused on Nick to even somewhat focus on the story Ryan was telling. Something about a hag of the campsite? Who even knows.

Now here you are, in your uncomfortable cabin bed, with your hands crossed over your tummy as you stared up at the ceiling. Your mind was racing, thinking about anything and everything. Did Nick like you? Was this some long con joke from everyone? You wanted to scream into your pillow but couldn’t risk waking any of the campers.

A tap on your window nearly made you risk that. You whipped your head to the side and stared at the window, crappy plastic blinds were the only thing keeping whatever the hell that was from seeing you. Another tap. And another. You raised a shaky hand to peel the blinds apart, just enough for you to peek out.

And there he was. Nick. Dressed in a pair of pajamas and with messy bed head, looking as cute as ever. He smiled at you, his flashlight pointed down. He motioned for you to join him. You rolled out of bed and trudged over to Emma, poking her until she acknowledged you.

“Nick, I know.” She groaned. “Go, I got this.” She waved you off.

You nodded even though she couldn’t see you in the almost pitch black darkness of the cabin. You slipped on your shoes and quietly left the cabin, the door creaking shut. You took a deep breath and walked down the steps to meet Nick.

“Hey,” He greeted. “I hope I didn’t wake you.” He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Thinking about it now, maybe coming to ask you to go for a walk with me in the middle of the night wasn’t the best idea.”

You giggled. “It’s okay, I couldn’t fall asleep anyway.” The two of you began walking out of the campsite and onto one of the trails. Conversation flowed naturally, ranging from home life to the possibility of aliens invading the planet.

You two came to a clearing, the open night sky glimmering above you. Thousands of bright stars littered the sky and you sighed at the serenity of it. You and Nick sat on a fallen log, both admiring the sky. Crickets sounded in the grass around you.

“It’s beautiful.” Nick whispered.

You hummed in agreement. A cool breeze tickled your skin and you shivered, goosebumps raising on your arms. You wrapped your arms around yourself, rubbing your hands up and down in an attempt to create some sort of warmth.

“Oh,” Nick noticed. “Here,” He slid his jacket off and helped you into it. The warmth instantly sent butterflies to your stomach. The scent of Nick filled your nose and that alone made your cheeks hot. “Is that better?”

“Yes, thank you.” You curled into the jacket, letting the warmth hug you. You both sat in a comfortable silence for a while before you noticed Nick had gotten closer to you. His thigh brushed yours, causing you to look over.

“Is this okay?”

You smiled and nodded. “Yeah, this is okay.” You scooched a little closer, your legs now pressed together. You had begun to feel a little more brave and decided to rest your head on his shoulder, staring out at the view. You could hear Nick’s heart beat through the crickets, the sound pounding against your ear. “Hey, Nick?” You questioned softly.

“Yeah?” He responded, resting his head on yours for a second.

You stayed silent for a few seconds, enjoying the moment. You wanted to soak this up before you possibly ruined the entire friendship. “How do you feel about me?”

Nick gently shifted, adjusting to sit somewhat facing you. “How do you think I feel about you?”

“I asked first.”

Nick stared at you for a second before lifting a hand and brushing your hair back. His hand came to rest under your chin. “I think that you are one of the most beautiful things here… And in the short time we have known each other I find my heart pounding and hands sweaty whenever you’re around. Is that gross?” He questioned. “Y/N, I feel like I have a middle school crush when I’m around you.”

You smiled and leaned in, catching Nick in a sudden kiss. He tensed up at first and then soon melted into the kiss, hands reaching around to your back to pull you closer to his body. His hands sprawled across your back, fingers digging into the soft fabric of the jacket. He deepened the kiss, tongue poking your bottom lip.

You smiled against his mouth and opened up, allowing him to pull you in. Your hands came to rest on his chest, feeling the muscle under the thin shirt he had on. You kissed each other slowly, exploring each other's mouths and testing the waters with what the other person liked.

After a bit, you both pulled away. Nick’s lips were shiny, pink, and slightly swollen. He looked even more kissable than before. He had an almost drunken smile on his face. He leaned forward again, this time resting your foreheads together.

“After camp, after summer is over, I’d love to take you on a real date. Restaurant, flowers, everything. What do you say?” He whispered.

“I’d be stupid to say no.”

#pls i wanted to make this smut #might make a part 2 for smut #nick furcillo #the quarry #the quarry fanfic #the quarry fic #the quarry x reader #nick furcillo x reader #the quarry nick #nick fanfic #nick fluff #nick furcillo fluff #nick furcillo fanfic #the quarry fluff #video game fanfic #this isnt my usual content but i have a fat crush on this man

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keishawantskisses · 20 days

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REALLY IMPORTANT AND USEFUL STUFF TO SCRIPT IF YOURE A KPOP SHIFTER

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○ You understand, you can speak and write Korean fluently

Just an obvious one

○ You understand Korean meme culture, and you actually find it funny😭🙏🏾. Like well-known jokes and memes that are popular from movies or songs or stuff like that.

This is so important for foreigners like me since I don't know jack-SHIT about the memes and jokes over there

○ You don't forget to use the correct honorifics for your family members and group members vs your manager and people you aren't close with. Take these just in case

BANMAL = Informal language

Hyeong; Hyung = Literal meaning: “older brother” Is also used to call: A male friend or a male sibling who’s older than you (as a male). Used by: A younger male to call an older male friend or sibling

Noona; Nuna = Literal meaning: “older sister” is also used to call a female friend or a female sibling who’s older than you (as a male). Used by: A younger male to call an older female or sibling

Oppa = Literal meaning: “older brother” is also used to call a male friend or a male sibling who’s older than you (as a female). Is used by a younger female to call an older male friend or sibling

Unnie; Unni = Literal meaning: “older sister” Is also used to call a female friend or a female sibling who’s older than you (as a female). Used by a younger female to call an older female or sibling

Namdongsaeng = Literal meaning: “younger brother”. Is used to call a younger male sibling or any male who’s younger than you (as a female/male). Used by an older male/female or an older sibling to call a male who’s younger

Side note: You don’t use this word when you call them. Call them by name.

Yeodongsaeng = Literal meaning: “younger sister” Is used to call a younger female sibling or any female who’s younger than you (as a female/male). Used by an older male/female or an older sibling to a female who’s younger than them

Side note: You don’t use this word when you call them. Call them by name.

JONDAENMAL = Formal language

Ssi = Literal meaning: “Mr./Miss/Mrs.” Is used to call someone who you need to show some respect to. Used for business environment

Nim = Literal meaning: “Mr./Miss/Mrs.” (It’s more polite and respectful than Ssi)

○ You are highly respected, loved and admired amongst Koreans and other Kpop idols

I think that although it is great to have international fans, you should also have a strong Korean fanbase since that is where the genre was born

It also helps to be talked about positively from both popular and underrated K-pop groups. Whether about your looks, your personality, your skills or whatever. This shows you are actually very interesting and more than the general public see your potential.

○ You perfectly match the Korean beauty standard, You are the Korean beauty standard OR your beauty is so original and rare that Koreans love it even though it doesn't match their standard

I personally scripted the third one because even though I match some small parts of the beauty standard like long slim fingers, clear soft skin and perfect teeth, my overall appearance does NOT follow the standard. I am still a slim thick pear, I am still black and I still have textured curly hair.

○ You can match / have the same humour with other kpop idols you're close friends with. Also script you are intentionally and unintentionally funny

This connects with the Korean meme culture point I made. You have GOT to understand what your own friends are joking about and find it funny too as well as BE funny, cus god knows how many times a meme reference is gonna be made amongst your members while you are doing one of those challenges like RUN BTS and you don't get what they are talking about😭

note to self💌 : gonna make smore later — 🍊💭

@theshifterbear @livingmydreamlife5555 @cocozydiaries @4ellieluv

#shifting realities #reality shift #shifters #shiftblr #desired reality #law of assumption #loablr #loa blog #master manifestor #4d reality #loa #drself #shifting #desired appearance #desired self #desired life #self concept

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chaosheadspace · 3 months

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Still looking for those food prompts? Playground dads 29 or 30

Hi, thank you for sending in a prompt! I loved revisiting the playground dads. 29 and 23 are: going on a fishing trip and eating the fish from it / making some smore's in front of the bonfire. (betaed by the awesome @ml-nolan!)

It's a clear summer night, the stars blinking in the sky except where the canopy of nearby trees blankets the small, cosy camp site. They're a little ways away from other campers, just enough that they can pretend to be alone. Dream actively refuses to remember what day it is, letting the days blend into each other instead, a kaleidoscope of sun and laughter and grilled food.

Dream used to hate camping, and if he is being honest, there are still large parts of it he detests. But Hob had listened to his every concern and complaint, and then had plied him with solutions to all of them, and Orpheus and Robin had begged for a whole week. So he'd finally given in.

And really, it's not so bad, not when Hob is with him, not when there's the biggest smile on Orpheus’s face every day, not when Robin wakes them up singing. Hob had bought two folding beds for them so he and Dream didn't have to sleep on the floor (number one on Dream's list of why camping is objectively the worst way to spend one's holidays). They brought dozens of small citronella candles with them, currently burning on two trays next to them to keep away the mosquitoes (the ones who dare to come near seem to favour Hob, anyways).

It is late, later than it's probably advisable for them to be up. Orpheus and Robyn are fast asleep on the air mattress they insisted on sleeping on, zipped into their new, matching sleeping bags. They've been asleep for hours, and Dream knows he and Hob will be woken early by one or both of them deflating the mattress by using it as a trampoline. Probably. But he can't bring himself to get up, not when the campfire paints Hob in flickering light, licks up his features until he is nothing but warm beauty.

Hob is currently expertly roasting a marshmallow, some crackers and chocolate waiting next to him. They have eaten three s’mores each already, the inside of Dream’s mouth sticky with sugar and chocolate.

“I’m sure they’d kill us if they knew,” Hob says with a smile, “but we gotta have some things for ourselves, don’t we?”

Dream hums, not lifting his head from Hob’s shoulder. “I know for a fact that you only got out half of it, so there will be some left for them.” Hob is a warm line against his side, and despite the fact that the campsite has perfectly fine showers, Dream has the impression that outdoor life makes Hob smell even better than he normally does.

“That predictable, am I?” Hob chuckles, turning the skewer so the marshmallow doesn’t get burned.

“In that regard, I am afraid you are.” Hob’s cheek under Dream’s lips is stubbly, and smells faintly of sunscreen. “I am glad you brought ample provisions, or we would not have had anything to eat today.” Hob is endeavouring to teach Dream to fish, which has proven to be unfruitful so far. Dream doesn’t complain, because there is little else he would prefer over sitting next to Hob, but his lack of success is getting a little frustrating.

“Hey now, there’s a supermarket down the street,” Hob protests. “Also, I suspect our lack of luck has something to do with two kids splashing about in the very same waters we’re trying to fish.” He takes the marshmallow off the fire and smears it onto a cracker before sandwiching it between chocolate and another cracker. He holds it out to Dream, who shakes his head, shrugs, and eats it in one bite. Then he puts an arm around Dream’s waist, pulls him closer, and kisses him. His lips are chapped and crumbly from the cracker, and the inside of his mouth tastes like chocolate. The soft chill of the night comes to rest on his skin except for where they’re touching, and Dream wishes they could stay here, like this, for eternity.

Then the quiet sound of their kissing is drowned out by shuffling, rustling fabric, and then the sound of a zipper and lastly, Robyn’s voice. “Dad, I have to—hey! Are you eating s’mores without us? Hey!”

Hob lets Dream go with a warm chuckle. “We are. But I think you can have some, too. As a treat. Because we’re on holiday.” He still hasn’t moved his arm on Dream’s waist, and he shuffles closer. “Go wake Orpheus?”

“‘M awake, I’m awake, I’m awake, I’m coming,” Orpheus chants from the tent and, from the sound of it, wrestles with his sleeping bag.

Hob laughs. “I think I'll go and help him,” he says quietly into Dream's ear, “and get the rest of the marshmallows while I'm at it.”

Warmth pools in Dream's chest, watching as Hob goes. He loves him so much.

Then he gestures Robyn over and reaches for the stick Hob put down earlier. “What do you say,” Dream asks, “do you want to try roasting one for yourself?”

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Object Of My Desire

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premise: Robin gets a little jealous seeing how happy you are with Eddie.

{request}: They’re hanging with the group in the woods, but Robin is jealous of Eddie and Reader? They get time alone laying in the grass talking, and Robin ends up playing with Reader’s breast, which leads to sex as they try to be quiet. But Robin keeps teasing her because she wants Eddie to hear. (TO THE ANON WHO REQUESTED, SORRY I DELETED THE REQUEST)

Warnings: Jealous Robin, oral, fingering, swearing, semi edited.

WC: 5.9K

A/N: Hey babes, sorry this took so long, and sorry if it fucking sucks because you know it is what it is. Don’t hate me this is my first ever thing like this, so again sorry if you don’t like it. MY BESTIE TOLD ME SHE COULD REALLY TELL THAT I HAD A THING FOR EDDIE.

A special thanks to these babes for all of their help! @ccosmic-illusion, @whotfisemi @anothernightsky @brydizzel, @23victoria Thank you sweet sweet babes!

“Lovers lake, six o’clock…tell Steve and don’t be late!”

Robin rolled her eyes, chuckling to herself as she watched Keith usher you out the forbidden front doors to Family Video, for the tenth time this week.

You had been banned from the establishment far too many times, starting the day both Robin and Steve got the job. Each time you had managed to make Keith like you..until he didn’t, resulting in your permanent banishment. With each time you found a way in, and yet it always ended with you being shoved out the doors.

Surprisingly he hadn’t discovered that Robin and Steve had been letting you in through the back door, and every time he asked how you passed him you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Don’t come back.”

The doors fall shut behind Keith as he stands there, watching to make sure you got into your car and left. Sticking out your tongue at him, you promptly climb into your car and set off. You had to grab a few things for the ‘hang’ before you made your way over to Eddie’s. He had to be told physically because you knew there was no way he was going to remember the plans that were made a week ago, he never could.

You pull your car to a stop in the parking lot of Bradley’s Big Buy, determined to gather everything you could think of to make the night's shenanigans all that much better. Grabbing a cart from the front you traipse around the supermarket, grabbing assortments of chips in every flavor that you craved, bags of marshmallows and chocolate bars, the basic essentials for smores. Swiping a few sodas off the shelves and sticking them into your cart, so focused you didn’t notice the long-haired freak approaching you.

“Y/n?”

Eyes darting up to meet his tall lean figure, leaning over your very cart with a wild smile on his face.

“Jesus, Eddie!” Your hand finds refuge on your chest, as you try to settle your nerves. Eddie’s smile is followed by a soft chuckle, as he moves around to stand beside you.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

You roll your eyes, playfully shoving him away with a grunt. He barrels into the nearby shelf for dramatic effect before he's back at your side in no time. You can’t help the little laugh that escapes you at his touch for the theatrics, he always seemed to have a knack for them.

“It’s okay, I was actually going to come find you after this little excursion on mine,” you say with a smile. His brow shoots up, as he looks at you, confusion written all over his features.

“And why would you do that?” he asks, peeking through the contents of your shopping cart, grimacing at your chip selection. Picking up the different bags and exchanging them for different flavours.

“The lake?” you lead, wondering if it would spark any realization in that cloudy head of his. It clearly didn’t when he looked at you, brow raised higher and eyes narrowed.

“The lake?” He repeats slowly. You could see the numerous broken gears in his head turning as he struggled to figure it out. Pushing the cart forward, Eddie in tow beside you, you reach for a box of graham crackers.

“Yes, the lake, doofus. We made the plans last week..you said you’d bring the dr-“ eyes wide you look around quickly, dropping your voice to a low whisper, “you said you’d bring the drugs?”

Eddie can’t help but laugh at your cautious measure, as it finally dawns on him. “Ohh, yeah I remember..I was just testing you,” he says, with no confidence in his rebuttal, and it showed. You just roll your eyes, smiling as you carry on.

“So, you’re still coming right?” You say, glancing over at him, “it wasn’t really a question now that I think about it, nor is saying no an option, so.”

“Well, then I guess you know my answer then…don’t you.” He offers a wink and you just smile at him, not sure how to take it.

“Okay, perfect..so you’ve got the goods then?”

Snagging some other necessities, matches, fire sticks. Once you’re content with the items in your cart, you stop and turn to Eddie, eyes staring up at him expectantly.

“Yeah, I’ve got it. It’s at my trailer.” Eddie pushes you aside, now taking the cart from you as he pushes it towards the registers. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart, I’ve got it.”

He helps you unload the items onto the belt, standing there watching as you pay for the items before he helps you carry the bags off.

“Do you want to just ride with me, we can head off to the lake right after we hit up the trailer?”

He wasn’t really asking, because he had already started to load the bags into his van, opening the passenger door for you.

“Yeah, I guess,” you chuckle.

******

Never again would you ride anywhere with Eddie Munson. You clung to the side of the door, as he cut corners, and ran through the stop lights. In all honesty, you weren’t convinced that he even had a driver's license, something he and Robin had in common if that was the case. As soon as he pulled into his home, you made a show of it, throwing yourself down to the grass, “Oh sweet sweet land! I will never take you for granted again!”

You don’t miss the roll of Eddie’s eyes, as he makes his way around the car, thinking that by some chance you had fallen, only to see that you had done so on purpose.

“Ha ha ha” he teases, holding his hand out for you to take, only to pull it away when you reach for it.

“Well, now that's just rude, Munson.”

Soft chuckles escape him, as he makes his way inside, emerging before you have even had the chance to follow. Carrying his little tin ‘drug’ box that he carried almost everywhere.

“Tada,” he exclaims, holding it up triumphantly. “Let's go!”

He climbs back into the van, waiting for you to reluctantly climb in as well before he’s peeling out down the road once more. Despite his loud music and the hectic driving, you didn’t mind being in the car with him, in fact, you quite enjoyed his company. You had been extremely pleased when he finally gave in and started hanging out with you, Steve and Robin, he added a new aspect to the group that you didn’t even know you had been lacking, and you were grateful that he did.

“You look scared,” he points out, the subtlest smirk on his face as he cuts yet another corner. The dumbfounded look on your face wasn’t missed by him at all, if anything it earned a little laugh from him.

“Yeah well, you drive like a headless chicken! Do you even have your license, Munson?” Gasping as you see a squirrel rush onto the road, whilst Eddie expertly maneuvers around it.

“Eh, technically no,” he grimaces, his eyes trained on you instead of on the road like they should be. Nothing but panic sets into you, clinging tighter to the handle of the door.

“Well that’s not unsettling in the slightest!” you gripe. He just chuckles, turning his attention back to the road. “You’re completely safe in my hands,” he winks.

As much as you would like to think that you were, you seriously doubted it. You wanted to screw your eyes shut, but you knew that if you did, there was a chance that you would never be allowed the luxury of opening them ever again. Only when the van pulled to a complete stop, and Eddie climbed out of the car, did you exhale the breath that you had been holding onto. He could call you dramatic all he wanted but you knew the truth, you had nearly witnessed your own death, and lived to tell the tale.

Clamoring out of the vehicle, completely unaware that just across the way, Robin and Steve sat comfortably in the confines of Steve’s car, waiting for the rest of you. Stumbling over to Eddie to give him a shove at a smartass comment he had made.

Robin didn't have to say much, not to say that she didn’t say anything, but it wasn't needed, not when the look on her face said enough. Steve could tell without a doubt that something was bothering her, and when he followed her eyesight straight to you, he had an inkling as to what it was. Robin hadn’t disclosed anything regarding the nature of the relationship between the two of you, all Steve knew was that she had somewhat of a crush on you, not the fact that you two had been casually dating for some weeks now.

“Why is she with Munson?” Robin gripes. Steve could hear the discontent in her tone, the way she said Eddie’s name like it was something utterly foul. She had nothing against Eddie, in fact she liked him a lot, but when it came to seeing you with him, well things were slightly different.

“You okay,” Steve asks, his brow arched ever so slightly.

Robin doesn’t respond, far too focused on the exchanges going on between you and Eddie, every little laugh, and longing looks that you shared.

“What are they even laughing at? It can’t be that funny..Right?” she says hopefully, her eyes glued to you. Steve shrugs, watching along with her, “What’s going on with you and her?” He asks, using his best ‘I don't really care I’m just curious’ tone of voice. Steve had always been respectful of Robin’s exploits, despite being more than curious, but when it came to you, he wanted to know more. Perhaps it was simply because he wanted to be supportive, but also the fact that if his intuitions were correct, there was something more here than meets the eye, something that Robin hadn’t bothered to share with him.

“Nothing, nothing, I'm good.”

Noticing them sitting in the car, you rush over, reaching for the door handle to the passenger's side, as you drag Robin out of the car.

“You made it!” you remark, pulling her into a hug.

“Yeah, I made it too,” Steve adds, leaning against his car.

Your eyes dart over to him, rolling them at his obvious remark. “I can see that Steve, I am so glad” your tone laced in sarcasm. Pulling away from Robin, you wouldn’t have even been able to tell that just moments ago she had been upset, because now, the largest grim took over her glossed lips. It was taking a lot from you not to just lean in and kiss her, but you knew that you couldn’t, not here, not in front of everyone.

It was a decision that both of you had made, no one was to know the nature of your relationship, not until you both were ready to share it. It had been Robin’s initially, you weren’t entirely sure why, perhaps it was because you were her first, but regardless you respected it all. You were more than happy to have her all to yourself without others weighing in. The only problem was times like this when you wanted to shower her in kisses, but you couldn’t, it was painfully annoying.

Giving her a wink, you drag her with you towards Eddie’s van. “I missed you,” you say, just quiet enough for her and only her to hear. You watch as her smile grows, the subtlest hints of pink rushing to her pale cheeks. Pulling open the back of the van, you start to grab out the bags of groceries, handing her some of them. Looking back at the boys, you could see Steve nonverbally begging for someone to need him, to get him away from Eddie.

“Steve, are you just going to stand there or help us?”

“Yeah Steve, we need a big strong man to help us carry all this shit,” Robin adds, the mockery clear in her tone. He rolls his eyes as he makes his way over to you, running his hand through his perfect hair.

“I knew you needed me, Robin, you can joke all you want but I know the truth.”

You gesture for him to grab the blankets, and the few remaining bags, light stuff just as a show to say ‘we don't really need you Steve’ but you’re not sure he catches on.

You throw all of the items down on a little spot next to a fire pit, deciding to leave the rest of it to the boys to set up. Clawing off your clothes, leaving you in nothing but your bra and panties, you turn to Robin, who was starting to physically look ill. You had never specified whether or not swimsuits were needed, and you figured there was no need to bring one, not to the lake with friends, so you didn’t, and as far as it seemed, neither did anyone else.

“What?”

You couldn’t help the butterflies erupting in your stomach as you watched Robin completely malfunction at the sight of you, her mouth agape, eyes wide and glued to you, not to mention the awkward stance that she was in, she looked mesmerizing.

“No-nothing.” she stutters.

You chuckle to yourself, making your way slowly over to Robin, gesturing for her to lift her arms, which she does. Quickly you help her take her shirt off, completely oblivious to the fact that both Eddie and Steve were absolutely gawking at the pair of you, standing side by side saying nothing.

“Okay,” you smile. It takes her a few moments until she’s climbed out of her clothes and is just as exposed as you are. Now it was your turn to silently admire her, standing before you. You could feel the heat rushing through you, straight to your face. You couldn’t lie, she was perfect. You had never seen her like this before, it was new, but boy was it now one of your favorite things to see. The red matching set was the perfect contrast to her pale skin or the way that it hugged her so nicely without being too provocative. If it wasn’t for someone clearing their throat, you would have forgotten that anyone was actually there.

Reluctantly pulling your eyes from her, you glance back at the boys, who were both struggling to hide the fact that they had been staring the entire time.

“Are we all just going to stand here or are we going to go swimming?” you remark, grabbing Robin’s hand and dragging her down into the lake with you.

****

The sun had already started to set as Eddie snuck up behind you, taking advantage of you being utterly distracted by Robin, and wrapped his arm around your waist, heaving you out of the water in one fell swoop.

“Edward, you better put me down!” You yell, doing your best to pry loose from him, only to come up short when he throws you into the water just beside him. You clamor to the surface, spitting the water that you had managed to inhale in the process before your gaze fell on Eddie. The smile that was on his lips was slowly fading as he could see the look of warning on yours.

“Hey..hey it was just a joke,” he argues, slowly backing up from you, hands held high as a sign of surrender. It took you no time to pounce on him, knocking him back into the water with a thud.

Steve slowly approaches Robin, who was watching closely as you and Eddie wrestled in the water. She couldn’t help the fall of her face, nor the nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“Robin?” Steve’s voice is soft as he looks at her, and then to where she was so obviously staring. “Wanna tell me what's going on with you and y/n?”

Robin slowly turns to look at him, debating on whether or not she should, but ultimately she needed to tell him and she knew it.

“We’ve been seeing each other for a month now, and I really like her, but so does everyone else, and I feel like sooner or later she's going to realize that, and then I’m not going to be good enough for her anymore, I mean look at her, she’s perfect and stunning, and funny, and she seems to get along really well with Munson, which I mean makes sense because he's great too, but then there is me, and I thought that she likes me but now I'm not so sure, and I am trying not to be jealous of it but I really can’t so that’s unfortunate.” She sighs heavily, and Steve can't help but wonder if she had even taken a breath through it all.

“Oh and not to mention, I know it's only been a month but I can feel myself falling for her so quickly and that's scary because what if she doesn't feel the same at all, and Steve I am panicking so hard right now that I really don't know what to do.”

Steve’s eyes widen, trying to process everything and formulate a response all at the same time. He quickly looks over at you and Eddie, who he can’t deny, do look all over each other, before he’s back to looking at Robin.

“Hey, listen. She likes you, I’ve seen it, she was so excited to see you today, and I know you probably didn’t notice but she was mesmerized by you only a few moments ago when you two were, weirdly stripping down. I don’t think that you have anything to worry about. You are amazing and I know she sees it, and even if she doesn’t someone else will, I promise.” he smiles.

Robin looks back at you, taking in what it was that Steve was saying. She badly wanted to believe him, but seeing the way you and Eddie were all over each other, laughing, acting like you two were the only ones in the world, she just couldn’t. She hated that she was feeling this way, insecure, and like she meant nothing to you, which most definitely was not the case, but she didn’t know that. Robin wasn’t usually a jealous person, but when it came to you, everything was different.

She managed to pull her gaze away from you, trudging out of the water and back towards the woods where everything was set up for camp, ignoring the way Steve called after her. Robin sat down in the grass, cursing to herself over it all. She felt unbelievably stupid.

Noticing she was gone, you rush from the water, keen on finding where she had wandered off too, completely unaware that the boys were hot on your heels the entire time. You spot her, sitting down on one of the blankets you had brought, her t-shirt covering her form, that you can’t lie, wished wasn’t covered. The skip of your heart when you stop to just admire her, wondering how someone could be so perfect. If things were different, you would rush up to her and kiss her, letting everyone know that she was yours, but instead you just casually make your way over to her, throwing yourself down onto the blanket next to her.

“Hey you, why’d you leave me out there by myself?” you joke, nudging her shoulder playfully. You could tell that something seemed off, the way she was acting quieter than usual or the inability to meet your gaze when she spoke.

“Hey, sorry,” she huffs, she flops down on her back pinching the bridge of her nose as her eyes fall closed. You watch as the boys start to build up the fire, more so Steve than Eddie. Lying on your back next to Robin, you turn to her, your hand slowly inching towards her, but she moves hers away. Unsure if she did it on purpose, you bring yours back to your side.

“Are you okay?” You ask.

Robin begins to nod quickly, clearly trying to end the conversation before it's even begun.

“Yeah, I’m great!” she says, her voice getting slightly higher in pitch as she spoke. You just hum along, not wanting to push her, even though you know there was clearly something bothering her.

“Y/n! Where is the bag for all of the chips?” Eddie sings out. Sighing heavily you yell back at him “In the back of the van you dumbass!”

Eddie ruffles around in the back of the van, throwing unnecessary items out into the open woods.

“Nope! Not here!”

You groan, looking back at Robin with an apologetic smile, pulling yourself to your feet as you rush over to him. Reaching inside you move a few random things that he had resting in there, to reveal the bags of chips that you assured him were there.

“Told you,” you say smugly.

Eddie cups your cheeks, leaning down like he was about to kiss you.

“How did you do that you witch?” he jokes.

“I just looked properly, dummy.”

Eddie just hums, his eyes boring into yours as he leans closer planting a small friendly kiss on your nose.

“Thank you!”

Robin’s stomach drops, and her blood begins to boil as she watches the pair of you. You weren’t hers, it wasn’t like you owed her anything, but this felt too far, it felt like a kick in the gut and it hurt. She didn’t want to be there to see whatever was unfolding. She drags herself from the blanket, slipping on her shoes as she heads off deeper into the woods, needing to just get away, and clear her head, ignoring the way that Steve calls after her.

“Robin?” Steve calls out, heading off towards her. You pull away from Eddie and push past Steve, shooting him a look, a warning that you would deal with it. “Robin!” you call racing after her, close on her heel until you grab her arm and spin her around to face you.

“Hey, what's going on?” you ask, searching her eyes desperately for an answer. She closes her eyes, squeezing them tightly before she opens them once more to look at you.

“I really like you, and I don’t know what to do about it because you and Eddie seem like you’d make a really cute couple or something like that, and I don’t want to come between that because you guys are always so happy when you’re together, always laughing and smiling, and I am so desperately trying not to be jealous about it, but it's really hard when I have these strong feelings for you, so I removed myself that way I didn’t have to see it, and I’m sorry but I don’t know what to do right now-”

Before she can finish what you assume was going to be a much longer rant, you silence her, pressing your lips firmly against hers. The very thing you’d been dying to do all day long. It takes her a moment to ease into the kiss but once she does, she's all over you. Her hand comes up to cradle the side of your face, her thumb brushing over your cheek lightly, and her tongue moves delicately against yours. You let out the slightest moan at the feeling and Robin can’t hide the smile at the sound.

You reluctantly pull away from her for a moment, your lips still hovering over hers.

“I really like you too, and only you.” you breathe, pulling back just slightly to look in her eyes. You watch as they trace over the features of your face, her gaze now resting on your swollen lips.

“Really?” she asks, a hopeful look in her eye.

“Yes! For crying out loud I have only been able to think about kissing you all day…and other things” you whisper seductively. Robin doesn’t know what came over her, but hearing you say that drove her wild. It was a matter of seconds before her lips were on yours once more, but this time with fervor. Robin backs you up against the nearest tree, carefully not to trip over anything in the process, which you have to say was a rather large accomplishment considering how clumsy she usually was.

Back hitting the rough bark, you let out a gasp at the abrupt feeling. Robin’s hands slowly start to caress your exposed skin. Trailing up your sides slowly, gently. Your hands eagerly find her hair, tangling your fingers in the locks as you pull her, urging her to do more, to kiss you harder. Robin’s hand finds your lace-covered breast, her index tracing the delicate pattern, completely aware that she was toying with your nipple that sat just below the fabric. Moaning against her lips as soon as her hand cups your breast, kneading it in her palm. Robin bites down on your bottom lip, giving it a slight tug as she pulls back from you ever so slightly.

“So have I…I can’t stop thinking about how good you taste.”

You can feel the heat rushing to your cheeks at her words, your eyes widening and your pulse hastening. It was drawing on you knowing that you wanted nothing more than for her to do just that.

“Well stop thinking about it, and do it,” you remark with a smirk.

The shock on Robin’s face wears off quickly, and the biggest grin forms on her perfectly pink lips. She kisses you again, this time it's slower, softer, and at the same time, hungry, and needy. Swiping her tongue over your bottom lip, coaxing you to open your mouth and let her in, which you do happily.

You find it hard to focus when you feel her hand slip down the front of your panties, her deft fingers toying with your folds, collecting your slick, her knee pushing your thighs further apart. She revels in the soft moans you press against her lips as her fingers start to brush against your clit, eagerly pushing your hips into her hand, seeking out more friction.

“Robin, please,” you breathe.

A sharp gasp falls from you as soon as you feel two of her digits push into your core, slowly bringing them to pump on and out of you. Robin's mouth is quick to stray from yours, finding purpose as she kisses down the side of your neck, desperately restraining herself from marking you up, trailing her soft lips over your collarbone and down your chest, over the curvature of your breasts.

“Is it okay if I take these off?” Robin gestures down towards your panties just before her eager eyes meet yours.

“Well most people normally ask before they slip their hands down someone else’s pants, but…” You joke, a small grin on your face.

She removes her hand, and you whimper at the loss, her face falling slightly. You could tell that she was feeling a little embarrassed, which you couldn’t help but chuckle at.

“No Robin, I am just joking! Please..please don’t stop, I promise that it's okay….” you lean closer to her, your lips ghosting over her neck.

“Everything you do is okay,” you say, planting a kiss against her skin, working a small welt into the crook of her neck. You grab her hand, guiding it back down to your panties, helping her to loop her fingers around the band resting comfortably on your waist. She quickly gets the hint. Wasting no time, she lowers herself to her knees, pulling them down with her and tossing them to the side. Her fingers come back to you, gliding through your folds, collecting your arousal. You feel your walls clench around nothing but the air, desperately begging for her to do more.

“You’re already so wet,” she remarks, looking up at you with a smile.

“Usually am when it comes to you,” you pant, your heart rate rising at the sound of her voice, and the filthy words she uttered. Robin feels the blush rushing to her cheeks. “Oh.” Her lips purse and her eyes widen. She brings her fingers to her lips, before letting her tongue run over them. “So sweet,” she remarks. She leans forward, grabbing one of your legs to slink it over her shoulder, as she brings her mouth inches from your now bare heat.

She looks up at you searching for some consent. Nodding, you give her the push she needs. Your anticipation is high as you take in the sight before you, Robin perched on her knees in front of you, eager for the slightest taste of you. Robin’s mouth practically watering at the sight of your dripping cunt. She licks her lips quickly. Robin’s fingers sink into your center, slowly beginning to toy with that spot inside you. Your walls clench around them, desperate to keep them deeply buried inside you.

Your head falls back against the tree, a sigh of pleasure leaving you as soon as you feel her tongue glide along you, flicking over your sensitive clit.

“Fuck, Robin” you groan, your voice already hoarse.

You try to find anything you can to anchor yourself to reality as you focus on Robin and the licking, sucking, and the way she was devouring your pleasure for her own. Her eyes find yours one more, as her tongue your best swirls around your clit, coaxing those sweet sweet sounds from you, the very ones that she loves hearing. You on the other hand, throw your hand over your mouth, doing your best to hide the sinful sounds. You didn’t want the boys to hear you and come looking for you, ruining your high in the process. Robin notices, pulling away from you momentarily.

“Don’t cover up those beautiful sounds, I want to hear them.”

Robin had her motives for telling you not to hide them, part of it was because a small part of her wanted Eddie to hear you, to know that she was the one that's making you feel good and not him, and the other part of her wanted to hear them strictly for her pleasure. Pressing your lips into a firm line you remove your hand, nodding softly.

“Good girl.”

Her mouth is back on you in a flash throwing you back into the thralls of pleasure, her tongue lapping at you before she's sucking on your clit once more, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. It was enough to render your legs weak. Robin was determined to push you over the edge, to make you moan and squirm all by her hand and mouth. Your hand finds her hair, tugging on it every time she brushes that spot inside you, or every time a wave of euphoric bliss washes over you.

The moans fall freely from your lips now, not bothering to hide the sounds that escape you this time. You can’t help the involuntary grind of your hips against her mouth, so focused on the tight coiling sensation building in your abdomen.

“Just like that Robin, don’t stop please, god don’t stop..”

Her piercing blue eyes find yours in the chaos as she increases her speed, her fingers curling inside of you perfectly, brushing against that spot that makes you sing. It's only a matter of moments until your orgasm rolls in, the coiling in your stomach bursting. A loud and sinful moan leaves your lips as your head falls back against the tree once more. This time you couldn’t care less who heard you, not when you were feeling so good. Your legs tremble, ready to give at any second, but Robin keeps you steady with a firm hand. She removes her mouth, tongue brushing over her swollen lips, savoring the last remnants of you. Her fingers still thrusting in and out of you, letting you ride out your high while she watched in awe of you, her eyes trained on your blissed-out face.

A few more strokes of her fingers until she's pulling them out, sticking them into her mouth to clean them off.

“Delicious,” she moans.

She lets your leg down, standing up before you, careful to hold onto you to keep you steady. Your pupils are blown, as you start to come down from your haze. You go to move forward, eager to return the favor when you hear the loud steps of the boys coming. You quickly grab your panties, slipping them, completely unaware that they were inside out the entire time. Eddie and Steve come into full view. The blush creeps to your cheeks as the embarrassment seeps into you.

“Are you okay? We heard some sounds?” Eddie pipes up, looking between the both of you with a brow raised. Looking at Robin, you try to bite back the smile that grows on your lips.

“Yeah, we’re good,” you say, still trying to recover your breath.

“Really good, right y/n,” Robin chimes in.

It took Steve one glance at Robin to gather a strong idea of what had actually happened, and once he does a grin grows on his face. Eddie gives a skeptical look at the pair of you, his eyes landing on you as he quickly looks you up and down.

“Your underwear is inside out just so you know,” he says.

Your hands fall to cover yourself much to your dismay. Steve grabs Eddie by the shoulder pulling him away.

“Come on Eddie, I think I smell something burning.” You chuckle at Steve’s poor attempt at an excuse, but secretly you thank him for it. As soon as the boys are out of sight, you grab Robin’s hand, pulling her body against yours as you wrap your arms around her.

“I have a confession to make?”

“Oh?” Robin says, brow raised.

“I know we said that we wanted to keep this a secret, but I have to be honest with you…. I told Eddie the moment we kissed for the first time.”

Robin’s eyes grow wider in confusion as she tries to figure out exactly what you meant by it all.

“Wait what?”

“Eddie has been one of my closest friends ever since we were children, that's why we are so close, and I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you because I could sense that it's been bothering you, but I promise you have nothing to worry about, he is just a friend and only a friend, you’re my girlfriend.”

You press your lips together to silence yourself. Neither of you had discussed labels and what you were to each other, but it was something that you wanted, you wanted to be able to call Robin your girlfriend, and to tell everyone.

“Your girlfriend?” Robin starts, “Is that what I am, your girlfriend?”

“I would like you to be? I mean I would actually love it, and I mean we wouldn’t have to tell everyone, but maybe just our friends, but I mean, I don’t know if it can go without you being mine for much longer.”

You watch as the biggest smile takes over Robin’s face, grinning ear to ear at the thought.

“I would love that actually,” Robin giggles.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!”

Cupping her cheeks you pull her into a kiss, soft and slow before you begin to pepper her face in them, listening to the way she just chuckles softly, enjoying the few minutes of peace that you assuredly would have before the boys came looking for you once more.

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Smores and Smooches

Bucky x f reader

This request was SO cute, I loved it so much thank you for this!! Warnings: Fluff!! Kissing, touching (non sexual)

Word count: 1.6k

“Smores time!”

Everyone gathered around the fire, sitting on some logs Steve and Bucky and chopped down; the whole day had gone by setting up camp. You were wrapped up in an oversized sweater plucking a marshmallow from the bag that was being passed around. Tony grabbed a box of chocolate, unwrapping and breaking them into pieces, placing them beside the gram crackers.

“Someone keep an eye on the chocolate, Sam ate it all last time before we even got started”

“It was one time!” Sam scoffed, rolling his eyes, quietly stuffing the wrapper into his pocket before anyone could see.

You shivered, feeling the cool air nip at your back while everyone sat together roasting marshmallows, mindlessly chatting. You wrapped your arms around your body, tucking your knees in but it wasn’t really helping; the fire warmed you perfectly from the front but your back was freezing. Bucky sat beside you, his thighs brushing against yours, taking up most of the space on the log. You could practically feel the heat radiating off his body, the serum made him a human furnace.

“You okay y/n?” Bucky noticed your squirming, eyeing you curiously as you shivered. You nearly warmed up again looking at the handsome super soldier. He looked like a giant warm teddy bear; he had grown beard back and his hair was longer. His jeans were holding onto dear life around his muscular thighs and you just knew his huge arms would be perfect to snuggle in.

You shifted around trying to warm up for a few minutes before getting up and plopping into Bucky’s lap. Bucky chuckled, wrapping his thick arms around you as you wiggled between his thighs, making yourself comfy. You sighed contently, feeling his body heat warm you up immediately.

“Hi doll” Bucky smiled softly, but inside, his heart was beating erratically. He hoped to God you wouldn’t notice the way his cheeks were blushing the moment you sat down; you fit so perfectly nuzzled against him, he thought he was going to pass out.

“Hi Buck” You felt your face heat up; snuggling into him while continuing to roast your marshmallow, hoping Bucky wouldn’t notice the way your heart was racing. “Sorry, my back was cold are you’re extra warm”

“No problem, I’m here any time doll” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you tighter, his head resting on your shoulder. He loved the way your small frame felt against his body; he practically engulfed you with his size. He adored having you wrapped in his arms, curled up against him comfortably between his legs.

“Did you have smores when you were a kid?”

Bucky thought for a moment, his brain short circuiting trying to calm his nerves with you in his lap.

“I think so, but I don’t think they were as good as these”

“Tell me more about what you remember” Bucky held you closer to his chest as he continued to tell you stories from the 1940’s, loving the way you looked up at him with doe eyes.

You blew on your toasty marshmallow before sandwiching it between some gram crackers and chocolate. Bucky grinned watching you moan, taking a giant bite of your smore, licking the sticky melted marshmallow that stuck onto your lips. You looked over at Bucky as he chuckled watching you scarf down the rest. You were the cutest fucking thing in the world and you were right there tucked into his lap.

“You got some on your lips y/n” Bucky chuckled watching you miss a bit of marshmallow, his hand cupping your face, inches away from his. “Here, let me” Your breath hitched as his thumb swiped across your bottom lip, brushing off a few crumbs. His eyes flicked to your lips for a moment before looking at you again.

You always thought Bucky was hot; the man was sex on legs. You loved how much bigger he was compared to you; tall, thick arms and legs, the hard planes of his body left nothing to the imagination, he was all muscle and nothing else. His dark chestnut hair contrasted beautifully with his tan skin; he’d recently started growing it out again and it made you weak in the knees.

But right now, sitting mere centimetres again from him, your noses almost touching, he was beautiful. You could see the reflection of the fire dancing in his blue eyes, his perfect nose, dark lashes, and his lips. They were so pink, pouty, there was no hiding the way your heart was racing now, you could feel your pulse in your fingers.

“Everything okay doll?” Bucky’s voice broke you out of your trance; you didn’t realize you were staring at him the whole time.

“I get nervous around you” Bucky looked at you quizzically, feeling worried that he’d done something to make you uncomfortable.

“Sorry, did I-

“You’re gorgeous” You cut him off before he could finish, clapping your hand over your mouth, your eyes wide when you realized you’d said that out loud. “I- I’m sorry, I can’t believe I said that out loud” You covered your face, scolding yourself for letting that slip out.

Bucky felt his heart jump, blinking a few times, unsure if he heard you correctly. He took your hands away from your face, his heart only melting at the way you looked away, refusing to meet his eyes. He kept his arm around you, the other one moving to cup your face, making you look at him.

“I think you’re gorgeous too y/n” He smiled bashfully at the way you bit your lip nervously, fiddling with the sleeve of your sweater. “Why do I make you nervous” He couldn’t help but love the way you tucked yourself further into him every time you got shy.

“Um, I like you a lot” You whispered and if it wasn’t for his enhanced hearing he would have missed it. “That’s why I get nervous to talk to you” Steve smiled, hearing your little confession, watching the both of you from across the fire. Now if only his best friend would admit he had a raging crush on you as well…

“I like you too, doll” Bucky whispered, his heart nearly beating out of his chest as his thumb caressed your lips. “I love how soft your lips are” You leaned in, your lips brushing with his, shivering when he pulled you closer to him.

“I-I really like when you grow your beard” You blushed, stroking his scruffy cheek; Bucky practically purred, leaning into your touch, your faces so close to each other, his nose nuzzling yours. “And I like when you grow your hair” Your gently carded your fingers through his soft locks, grazing his scalp making him groan. “I’ve had dreams about how soft it feels”

Bucky chuckled, bumping his nose to yours as you leaned your forehead against his. “How often do you dream about my hair”

“I’ve lost count” You giggled, your hand caressing his beard again.

“Tell me what else you like” Bucky whispered, he could feel his heart beating out of his chest as he softly pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was soft, sweet, and perfect, just like you. Your hands slid down to his neck, pulling yourself closer to him. “I like how your arms feel wrapped around me. You feel so warm” You pressed another soft kiss to his lips, lost in the feeling of how body pressed against you.

“I love how you feel in my arms. I love hugging you and holding you close to me” Bucky peppered kisses on your cheeks, he couldn’t get enough of your soft skin.

“I think you have the most beautiful blue eyes” Bucky closed his eyes as you softy kissed his forehead, your hands cupping his face to kiss his lips again.

You were both completely lost in each other, as Bucky held you close to him, your lips brushing each other, whispering sweet nothings.

“Do they even realize we’re still here” Sam smirked, watching Bucky kiss your nose, only for you to kiss his back. “Can y’all get a tent- Nat slapped a hand over Sam’s mouth, shushing him.

“Will you let them be” She hissed, giggling at the way she could hardly see you tucked away in the super soldiers arms.

“They’re so cute!” Wanda gushed, her nose scrunching watching Bucky hold your face for another sweet kiss, his lips moving softly with yours.

“Yup, they’re so sweet it’s sickening” Clint snorted; Bucky had you cradled against him while you started to fall asleep, your face hidden in the crook of his neck.

“Its late anyway, why don’t we let them have some privacy” Tony got up, the rest of the group following, making their way to their tents. A wicked smile flashed across his face before he started taking one of the tents down.

“What are you doing” Steve cocked an eyebrow, watching Tony dismantle the tent he was supposed to share with Bucky.

“Now they have to share a tent” Tony grinned, proud of himself, he was about to play cupid for two super soldiers. “Go bunk with Nat capsicle”

“B-But- Steve looked at the red head, now it was his turn to become a blushing mess. Nat rolled her eyes, dragging a blushing Steve into her tent.

“C’mon, I don’t bite” she smirked “Sometimes”

***

“You want to go to sleep now baby?” Bucky whispered, noticing it was just you and him left. You nodded; squealing as he carried you over, stopping for a moment when he realized only 1 tent was left.

“We definitely put up enough when we set up this morning” Bucky snorted, shifting nervously by your side.

“You can stay with me if you like” You smiled up at him, unzipping the front, pulling his hand to crawl in with you. You both snuggled into your sleeping bag as Bucky pulled you against him to lay on his chest, wrapping his arms around you. You sighed contently, feeling his lips kiss your forehead before you drifted off to sleep.

“Good night my babydoll”

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