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urgent.
eddie munson x fem!reader
"I want it to be urgent. Like you can't keep your hands off me."
Smut blurb featuring no *actual* smut, in which Eddie is doing his best to help you get over your ex. Cause that's what friends are for. Right? cw: drinking/smoking, references to sex acts.
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“Alright, that’s it. I need another.”
The cushions of Eddie’s well-worn sofa bounced beneath you as he stood, sighing as he headed to the kitchen. His shaggy hair flew up as he glanced back at you with a playful twinkle in his eye that fully betrayed his attempt to sound irate.
“Can’t believe you talked me into watching this shit,” he added with a scoff, indicating the movie flickering on his television screen.
With a quiet giggle, you tucked your legs further up underneath you and squished deeper into your seat. The smile on your face only widened when he returned carrying two new bottles, one of which he passed into your waiting hand.
He’d successfully bribed you into coming over for a long overdue movie night by texting a picture of his fridge that was almost barren except a case of your favorite beer and a couple boxes of day-old pizza captioned, “how can you resist???”
Evidently, you couldn’t. Hence your arrival at his door not even an hour later, swathed in baggy sweats and a giant hoodie without a speck of make-up on your face. Your uniform of late.
“She lives!”
He bellowed in his mad scientist best, practically dragging you through the door to wrap you up in a hug so tight it threatened to crack your bones and made your lungs ache as they attempted to draw air—as if he thought he could wring the sadness out of you like a sponge.
Admittedly, it had been too long since you’d seen him. And not just him, but any of your friends.
For weeks now, you’d been using excuses of work and needing to catch up on laundry or cleaning to avoid facing them. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see people. You just knew any attempt to hang out would only lead to questions about your recent break-up.
Questions you didn’t have the answers to, nor the mental capacity to tackle.
Eddie was a safe bet in that regard.
He’d always had what you could only call a morbid curiosity about your love life. If he asked about it, he did so in such a way that it made you feel like he was sort of dreading the answer? Like checking under a shoe to make sure a spider was really dead. You had figured that he of all people wouldn’t press you for too many details.
It was as close to a perfect evening as possible.
The remaining half of the joint you shared still sat smoldering in the ashtray on the coffee table. The two of you basked in the rosy glow of Christmas lights strung up on the walls he had yet to take down even as summer rapidly approached.
Beer and pizza sat in your belly, it and the weed only making the travesty of a bad movie you had basically bullied him into watching all the funnier.
You’d almost, almost, forgotten about your current tragic circumstances. And then…
“We can talk about it, you know,” Eddie said during a quiet stretch of the movie.
He instantly clocked the stiffening of your spine and the tensing of your shoulders he knew had nothing to do with the appearance of the killer following a side character down an alley.
“We don’t have to,” he went on, forcibly keeping his eyes forward like he was talking to the guy on screen now getting gutted, “I’m just saying if you wanted to, we could. Or we can just keep drinking and watching this garbage.”
With a laugh, he indicated the screen again.
The killer completed his deed and the wide shot revealed a painfully obvious dummy version of his victim lying on the ground beneath him. You were also pretty sure a boom mic dipped into frame.
It made you chuckle along with him and you turned your head, finding his doe eyes shining in that annoyingly endearing way of his that never failed to soften you to his whims.
“It wasn’t anything bad-bad,” you muttered, half talking to yourself. “He was just sort of…selfish.”
“Selfish how?” Eddie asked, brow knitting in confusion. “Like he hogged the covers? What?”
“No, like…”
Your cheeks burned as you stared at your hands in your lap, your thumbnail scraping against the pulpy label of your beer bottle that had begun to sweat profusely the longer it went un-drunk.
“Like in bed,” you said at last. “He didn’t ever go down on me, or do much of anything other than jump straight to fucking. And it was always over very…quick. Once he came, it was right back to business as usual. He wouldn’t check in with me or even me ask what I—”
Your voice wavered slightly and you clamped your mouth closed, forcing back the bitter taste suddenly filling your mouth. With a deep and steadying breath, you finished your thought.
“I just didn’t feel like a priority.”
The detached tone was one you’d been working on for weeks. You knew eventually you’d have to crawl out of the hole you’d banished yourself into and when you did, you would have to sound okay with the fact that you’d been burned yet again by another guy you foolishly got your hopes up for.
Eddie leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and lacing his fingers together. He shook his head, baffled by what he was hearing.
“Did he ever give a reason? I mean, did he…”
Eddie trailed off, not sure what he was getting at.
Because what kind of person had to be told to make their partner a priority? To make them feel important? Beyond just pleasure, beyond just making them come. How could anyone be lucky enough to land you and not do anything and everything they could to make it work?
His eyes bored into the coffee table, unable to lift his head to look you in the eye. It was hard for you to read the expression on his face. It looked like a cocktail of all the different things you had felt during your isolation. Anger. Sadness. Disappointment. Disgust. Pity.
“We talked about it.” I talked about it, you wanted to say. “But he wasn’t interested in changing, so I said we should end it. And we did.”
Your words seemed to hang in the air after you said them. Eddie stayed silent a few moments longer, seemingly deep in thought. The movie played on, but the words and pictures both sort of blurred into static neither of you were paying much attention to anymore.
“That’s awful,” he said at last. “I’m…I’m so sorry.”
Your eyes darted up, surprised by the softness in his voice. The soothing, calming reassurance thing was much more Nancy’s speed. You knew Eddie could be sweet, but it was always buried under a million layers of sarcasm the same way he hid himself behind the armor of his leather jacket and denim vest. By the look on his face, he’d surprised himself as well.
“He’s a fuckin’ loser,” he grumbled, almost angry. “You were right to dump him.”
“Maybe,” you sighed back, staring down at your lap again. The swishing of Eddie’s curls told you he was shaking his head emphatically.
“There’s no maybe about it,” he insisted, tipping his beer back to take a long swig. “If he doesn’t appreciate someone like you he doesn’t deserve to be with anyone, s’far as I’m concerned.”
The tiniest smile emerged on your lips when you heard the little southern drawl that crept into his voice whenever he got a bit worked up. It makes him sound like his uncle Wayne grumbling about the noisy neighborhood kids or “those damn bureaucrats with their burea-crock-a-shits.”
“Thanks,” you said, nodding weakly. “I know it was the right decision and all, I just…it all feels so fucking hopeless. Even if I find another guy who seems nice, who knows if he’ll stay that way? I don’t want to just fuck a bunch of frogs on the off-chance one of them is a prince.”
Eddie snorted, nearly spraying the sip of beer he’d just taken out of his nose as you went on.
“The worst part is I’m so, like…”
You shook your head as you laughed in disbelief, hiding your face with your hand as it flushed with heat at what you had almost blurted out. Were you really about to say this?
His brown eyes danced under arched brows. He smirked, daring you to say it. Fuck it.
“I’m so pent up, my vibrator is gonna file a complaint for hazardous working conditions.”
“Maybe you need a new vibrator,” Eddie suggested. Or someone new behind the wheel.
You shoved his shoulder playfully, wide smiles spreading across both your faces. He grabbed at your wrist, wrestling your hand away and bringing it towards his mouth, feigning like he was going to bite. Squealing giggles erupted out of you as you pulled it back and he gnashed at the air.
Breathless from laughing, you settled back into your seat and inhaled deeply a few times trying to catch your breath. Eddie brought his hands back to his lap and looked down, allowing a small smile at seeing your face light up like it just had.
He’d do anything to see you like that.
“I will say,” you started, absently drawing circles on the arm of the couch, avoiding his gaze as his eyes jumped to your face, “It would be so great to get, like…one good night. You know, just scratch the itch so I can think clearly for once.”
Eddie paused, mulling again.
What he meant to say was…what if it was with someone you knew? Someone familiar you were comfortable with? Someone you knew you could trust to take care of you? What if it was someone you had known a long time, who cared about you and would put you first the way you deserved?
But the words that actually came out were—
“I could do it.”
“You…what?”
He knows that sound. That nervous, breathy little exhale that just came out of you. You blinked at him, stunned into silence as you tried to figure out if he was being serious. Eddie shrugged.
“I’m just saying, you don’t want to fuck a stranger. And I’m certainly not a stranger, so…”
He gestured vaguely at himself with his hands, a goofy little movement that had you rolling your eyes and tssing at him through your teeth.
“Eddie, don’t be stupid.”
“I’m not being stupid!” he exclaimed, only to stop and reconsider. “Okay, fine, maybe I am. But I'm also being serious. You’re my friend and I wanna help you out. However I can.”
“You seriously think…” You shook your head. “I mean, are you even attracted to me?”
Eddie rolled his eyes. “Come on,” he groaned, “is that even a question?”
“No, Ed, I’m serious. Really think about it.”
So, Eddie thought about it.
He thought about that two-piece you wore that one sticky-hot summer day when you all piled into he and Argyle’s vans and drove out to Lover’s Lake to swim. He thought about how he had to keep reminding himself not to stare and how his shorts got so uncomfortably tight until he had to fuck off into the trees for ten minutes to take care of himself. And how when he got back, he had endured everyone’s teasing about taking a shit in the woods—because he would much rather they thought that was what he was doing instead of jerking off in front of some voyeuristic squirrel.
He thought about the way your lips wrapped around the end of every joint he’d ever shared with you and how his heart would race when you asked him for a shotgun. He thought about that one time he was sick as shit and had that fever dream about you in a nurses outfit he’d torn off you piece by piece, kissing you all over your body until you were writhing underneath him crying out his name until he woke with a violent jolt and had to throw his sheets in the wash at 4am.
And now not only was he extremely sure he was attracted to you, he also had a significant piece of evidence to back up his claim.
“I think it’s safe to say I am,” he chuckled, shifting in his seat.
Your eyes flitted down to his lap and you inhaled sharply at the sight of his growing bulge and the piss-poor job his thin sweats did of concealing it. Your cheeks burned just thinking about it and you simply had to laugh at the absurdity. If only it hadn’t come out so breathy and nervous…
“What about you?” he asked, his voice lowering to a suggestive timbre as he scooted in closer. “Are you attracted to me? Really think about it.”
Your pulse thrummed as your eyes scanned him, taking in every detail. Cutoff sleeves that showed off his taught arms, inked all over with scratcher tattoos. Narrow hips sort of mesmerizing in the way they swiveled whenever he played guitar on stage. Fingers that moved dazzlingly fast over the strings and had made you wonder on more than one occasion what it might feel like for him to play Master of Puppets on your pussy.
It made your mouth flood with saliva, and other wetness gush between your legs.
“What if…we kissed?” he asked slowly, his eyes locked so intently on your lips you could almost feel the heat of his gaze on them. “Just to see? Just in case?”
In case of what?
You wanted to ask, but the words didn’t come. You were too breathless as he drew you in.
You’ve seen Eddie kiss girls before.
Whether it was out at a random dive bar after his band played, or some house party in a house you didn’t recognize. You’ve seen how he cups their faces in his hands, large grasp nearly engulfing their entire head. You’ve seen the way his eyes hooded and how that insufferably smug, knowing smile of his turns up the corners of his mouth as he goes in for the kill. You’ve seen how his fingers spread wide to cradle their heads as they gave into him and felt the way it made something stir, however briefly, deep in the pit of your belly.
But you’ve never been that girl. It’s never been your face in his hands or your lips parting, waiting for the touch of his. And now that it’s happening…you don’t have any idea why you waited so long.
His mouth is gentler than you thought it would be, his lips soft and smooth as two pink petals of some flower you can’t name. You can feel the distinctness of their shape moving against your own and can still taste the malt of your favorite beer in his mouth, but the combination makes it into something new—something unlike anything you’ve ever tasted before.
You can just barely feel the tip of his tongue swiping at the entrance of your lips and it’s purely instinctual the way you open up for him to grant him access. He moans softly into your mouth, a plaintive little noise that sets your blood on fire. Suddenly, you’re possessed. Fisting his shirt in your grasp, dragging him with you as you lean backwards and sink deep into the cushions.
“I take it we’ve got the green light?” he asks in a throaty chuckle.
You answer by pulling him into another kiss, tangling your fingers in the hairs that run along the nape of his neck, twisting his curls in your grasp as you tug him back onto your mouth.
His hand wandered downwards, dipping into your sweats to cup your heat over your panties, his two middle fingers stroking at the arousal gathering there. His touch is teasingly light and yet he has you held firmly in his grasp, just enough to have you mewling into his mouth seeking more.
“Tell me exactly how you want it,” he groaned as he peppered hot kisses along the column of your throat, his voice soft but solid. “I want it to be just what you need. Just how you like it.”
You swallowed hard, struggling to form coherent thoughts with his teeth nipping so sweetly at your neck, and all the rings on his fingers pressing into your skin as he squeezed the curve of your waist. And through the haze his touch and teeth and lips created in your head, you managed an answer.
“I…I want it to be urgent. Like you can’t keep your hands off of me,” you sucked in another breath, “Like I’m all you’ve ever wanted.”
Eddie’s head lifted and you tensed just slightly under his reverent gaze. His eyes drifted across your face, all round and glassy and searching, as if he was trying to memorize every inch.
And then, as immediately as he’d paused, he was burying his face in your neck again, body grinding into yours with a newfound sense of desperation as he growled out a single word,
“Done.”
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It has been six excruciating days since I was plunged into the Bridgerton fandom against my will.
I was minding my own business, watching YouTube compilations of the best kisses in TV history, when I unwittingly clicked on a video about Colin and Penelope, and I was immediately down so bad for them.
Let me be clear: Bridgerton was not part of my life before I clicked on that video. I wanted nothing to do with it; I had no intention of ever watching or reading that smut. And then, without warning, it swept in and took me in the night, much like Colin Bridgerton in the back of a carriage.
To say I have been lost in the sauce these past six days would be a gross understatement. The carriage scene is literally ruining my life. I haven’t gone to sleep before 1 a.m. since Sunday, and I have been over an hour late to work every day. Why? Because I cannot stop consuming that godforsaken scene — watching gifs of it over and over, reading y’all’s hilarious takes and memes about it, watching it with the audio descriptions turned on (🥵), watching it with the music removed (🥵🥵), watching Luke and Nicola on their press tour, watching, watching, watching.
Have I started actually watching season 1 of the show? Of course. Did I check out the large-print version of the first book from the library since it was the only copy available? You bet. But I do not care about these other characters and storylines. I want it to be Colin and Penelope on the screen and the page in every sentence and every scene.
And either fortunately or unfortunately, I don’t even have to be looking at a screen to be distracted by them — my daydreaming has never been as maladaptive in my life as it has been this week. I can hardly think of one ten-minute stretch in the past six days in which some imaginary scenario has not been taking over my brain. I want to be part of their world so bad — not just Bridgerton, but Shondaland. As is the case for 90% of all of my daydreams, I want these actors to know I exist. I want them to look at me with just as much awe and love as I look at them. So I might be staring at my computer screen in my cubicle, but in my mind, I’m on a press tour of my own that intersects with theirs. (I’m never the desperate fan with no life in my dreams; my idols always see me as their equal). I might be driving my commute in my car, but in my mind, they’re congratulating me about my own novel being optioned by Netflix. I might be brushing my teeth in my bathroom, but in my mind, we’re laughing together on Graham Norton’s couch.
But Lord, here comes that freaking carriage scene once again, inserting itself into my mind (pun unavoidable). I cannot get over it. I’m so stuck there that I’ve found myself wearing shoes I don’t remember putting on, carrying coffee mugs I don’t remember putting in my bag, driving a speed limit I don’t remember agreeing to as acceptable. There is laundry that needs to be folded. Bills need to be paid. Emails need to be deleted en masse without reading. But I can’t find the door that will let me out of this damn carriage.
I had a conversation with myself two days ago about how we might be able to adapt to this new living situation. After a few temper tantrums, I finally said, “Girl, if you’re going to watch this scene 1,000 times, you have got to find a way to make it a constructive part of your life.” So I did what any rational adult would do: I started writing a scholarly paper about why it’s so powerful — not just for me but, according to the internet, for a lot of women. And I have every intention of writing an entire paper about this … if I can find the time. I’m just so busy right now with consuming this damn scene.
Was starting to write that article enough to satiate my obsession with this scene, with this show and these actors? Of course not. So this morning, I started writing a spicy scene of my own, featuring not Colin and Penelope but two other vaguely outlined characters who I’m sure I’ll give names and personalities to later. I was literally sitting in my cubicle, hunched over my planner, writing down snippets of sexiness in as small a print as possible in case someone walked up on me and looked over my shoulder without me noticing. And I’m not gonna lie: this shit’s good. I’ve never written smut before, because I’ve never had enough spice in my own life to feel like I’d be able to do it justice on paper. But that imagination of mine — she’s a freak. And my mind? My mind has moved way past the gutter. It is now in the outhouse. It’s in the slop with the pigs.
It should have come as no surprise, but as usual, the act of actually writing down the jumble of mess in my brain has had the effect of breaking some of the spell. I was also forced to focus on work because of looming deadlines, and I currently feel calmer than I have since Sunday. But I am truly living in fear of June 13. I cannot go through this again, and I know that I’m bound to, because I know that what’s been shown so far won’t hold a candle to what’s coming. And if I get down bad any further, I will be deep enough in the ground for this to become my final resting place. I’m not ready to be buried, but it feels inevitable.
But somehow, despite my own wants and fears, and despite the fact that we haven’t even been introduced yet to the bedroom where Colin and Penelope are sure to end up, I am somehow already lurking from behind the window curtains in the corner, peeking out at them doing the deed. I know what I hope I’ll see: based on the excerpt I’ve seen from the book, they will be in front of a mirror — expressly because Colin wants Penelope to see herself in full for the glorious goddess she is, and she will look at her sexy, bare self with just as much pride and love as we viewers behind the screen will (but probably with slightly less lust than Colin, who I pray will be very loud about how hot she is).
I am dreaming about this scene, but I dread it. Because if it’s as good as the carriage scene, I will immediately be re-enscripted and sent right back to the trenches where I spent the last six days. I’m excited, but I’m scared. And I’m afraid of getting lost in the woods again, because I know that if I do, I won’t want to be found.
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bad person - Matt Rempe
summary; Matt Rempe x reader
Matt didn't react perfectly to a fan and thinks he's a bad person. Which he's not.
warning(s); maybe grammar errors, fluff!!, insecurity
author's note; I'm definitely too bored I'm sorry for spamming with so many fics 💀 I'm hyped to share this one with you. It's my favorite so far! 🥹
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"you look beautiful", Matt grins at you, you only can rise your eyebrow. "What did you do?", is your reply. You're doing laundry and definitely not looking beautiful. "Can I tell you a secret?", he plays with his fingers. You look at him, "sure, honey". He's a soft soul so you know it's important for him. "Do you think I'm a good guy?", he's intimidated. "Of course!", you put down the socks and giving him your full attention.
"I don't feel like that", he whispers, head hanging down. "oh baby", you rub his back and put your chin on his shoulder. "You're a golden retriever, why would you think that way?", comforting him.
He quietly huffs, you can see he's pensive. "I ignored a fan", he is sad. "i bet it wasn't on purpose, honey", you kiss his neck. "doesn't mean you're a bad person, Matt", you smile. Your chest feels heavy because it hurts to see how Matt thinks about himself, which is not true.
"She told the whole tumblr fandom I'm rude", he drops his back to the front. "you're on Tumblr?", you re-ask him. "I know you have a hockey blog but I really don't care. I'm disgusted about myself right now",he looks frustrated. He is frustrated. "Matt look at me", you force him lovely to look into your face. "You're the best thing that ever happened in my life and you're definitely not a bad person. You were like a dad for your sister, you love your family, you're very nice to your fans and you're a good hockey player!", you tell him. "If i wouldn't be rude this girl would be happy", he argues with a whiny voice crack. "You're the nicest person ever. One fan yelled at you and you hugged him", remembering him from his past actions.
"Do you want me to talk with her?", you pet his cheek. Every time you look at him you're speechless how someone can look so perfect. "No", Matt shakes his head and stands up. "I'll make dinner", he gives you a fake smile.
"Don't feel bad because you're a living human", you get worried. It's something he learned in his childhood; 'I have to be strong'. It's not like his mom preached him, he's just very protective. It's his instinct.
"I should change myself to be a better person", he speaks out his mind, "why should you change?", you're confused. He's a living teddy bear and you would know if he's a bad person.
"to be a better person", he takes the pan and his smile doesn't reach his eyes, it's a sad smile.
"You're already enough", you hug him tight. He replies your hug and his head falls down in your neck. "I feel overwhelmed, you know", he bites his teeth together, angry about himself. "some players ask fans to show them their boobs, you're definitely not a bad person!", you answer your directly mind. "I need to be a role model", he whines. "Your sister is a very nice person and you're also this lovely like her. She adores you. Kids adore you fighting like a tiger", you giggle about these GIF's of bloody Matt on ice. "why are you giggling?", he asks confused. "Nothing ", you giggle again. "You think about these fight GIF's about me you posted on Tumblr", he gets ironic.
"Noo", your voice is playful. "Your caption was 'delicious'", a smirk escapes his mouth. "We won't talk about this one right now", you wink. "You can tell me when I'm the hottest player!", he pretends to be a diva. "I'll not, that's weird".
"babe after reading your things on your blog nothing is weird anymore", he kisses your forehead.
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my pretty girl
words: 1.9k
warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex, protected sex, tit play, established relationship, fluffy
“you coming fishing?” jj asks pope, slapping him on the shoulder, not even waiting for an answer before he begins pulling him along.
“baby-” pope looks to you, and you quickly fix your face, a smile spreading over your features.
“go ahead.” you encourage him. “ive got some cleaning to do around the house anyways.” you shrug.
pope frowns. you should have known better than to attempt to hide your emotions from him, he sees so easily through you. “sorry, jay.” he steps out of his friends hold. “im staying home with y/n.”
jj sighs dramatically, tipping his head back. “fine!” he leaves the patio, grumbling something about all of his friends having girlfriends and leaving him behind.
“you can go, i don't mind.” you say softly as pope sits down on the sofa next to you.
“nope.” he shakes his head. “need some alone time with my pretty girl.”
you feel your cheeks heat up as he pulls you into his side, kisses being pressed against your head. despite dating for almost a year now, pope never fails to make you blush.
“i missed you.” you coo out, snuggling into his chest.
“yeah?” he smirks down at you. “even though it was literally less than 24 hours since i saw you last?”
“ugh, still too long.” you roll your eyes, even though you're happy pope got to spend some time with his friends, a boys night only at the chalet.
“so what cleaning do you have to do? i can help.”
“baby, i was just making something up so you wouldn't feel bad.” you giggle. “i mean, i do have laundry to put away but…”
“but you'd rather do something else?” pope questions.
“mhm…” you stand up slowly, hand squeezing around popes as you pull him inside, walking him towards your room.
“so this is what you meant by missing me?” pope laughs, shutting and locking the door behind you even though no one is home.
“hey.” you pout. “i missed you and i missed you.”
“aw, babygirl.” pope laughs gently, cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a kiss. you're instantly lost in his lips, not even realizing that pope had moved you further into the room until he's laying you down onto your bed.
“pope…” you whisper. “please.”
“i got you, baby.” he keeps his voice soft and soothing as he kisses you again, allowing you to focus on the kiss as his hands trail over your body, running his fingertips down your arms and cupping your waist, anything to touch you.
“will you-” you begin before suddenly feeling shy when pope looks down at you.
“will i what?” a smile spreads across his face. he loves when you ask him specifically for what you want, instead of just letting him take the lead and do whatever he pleases, having to guess what feels best for you.
“um…” you cover your face with your hands, only getting the confidence to say anything when you don't have to look pope in the eye. “play with my chest.”
you can't get the actual words out. breasts, boobs, tits, whatever you want to call them, and you have to settle for chest as it's the least embarrassing.
“hell yeah.” pope let's his excitement slip before calming himself, knowing how much his energy effects you.
popes large hands cup over your chest, rubbing at your breasts through your tank top and bra. pope kisses you again, but keeps them light so you can really pay attention to his palms rubbing against your nipples.
“can i take this off?” pope asks, hands moving down your stomach and disappearing underneath the hem of your shirt.
“yeah.” you nod, sitting up to allow him to pull the fabric away, leaving you in just a bra. pope has seen you naked many times before, but every time feels new and intimate with how gentle and caring he is.
“my pretty girl.” he coos out, warm brown eyes looking into yours.
pope reaches behind your back and unclips your bra after struggling with the clasp for a second, but he doesn't instantly pull it away.
he starts with the straps, slowly guiding them down your shoulders as his mouth follows with kisses, spreading goosebumps along your arms.
“pope.” you whimper out, a plea for more.
“mhm.” he hums, understanding what you're asking for as he pulls the cups down, revealing your already hard nipples.
he doesn't even wait to get your bra all the way off before his mouth latches onto your skin, tongue briefly flicking over your nipple before his plush lips wrap around the bud with a soft suck.
your hands come to his curly hair, scrunching it between your fingers as he plays with your chest using his mouth, switching back and forth to give each side equal attention.
“does that feel good?” he asks, a smile on his face. it's a rhetorical question, if the moans didn't tell him, then the blissed out look on your face would.
pope goes back to sucking on your nipple, one of his hands cupping your other breast, thumb swiping over your nipple as his other hand skirts down your stomach.
you feel your breath suck in before you even realize as he passes over the button on your shorts and delves right between your legs, cupping your pussy through the fabric.
“oh, god!” you squeal out. “pope!”
you can feel his smile against your chest as he rubs his fingers into you, pushing your already wet underwear against your cunt, focusing in on where he knows your clit is, having memorized your entire body from head to toe.
“i need you.” you whine. “come on, please.”
pope looks up at you, his gaze heated as his hand continues to rub against your core. “need me where?”
“need you…” you whisper out. “need you to fuck me.”
“that's my girl.” pope leans in and gives you a kiss. he always tries to encourage you when you manage to use your words.
pope moves so he's kneeling between your spread thighs. the first thing he does is rip his shirt off, and you ignore the urge to reach up and rub your hands against his defined muscles.
“my handsome boy.” you smile up at him, love so evident in your eyes, echoing the words he always says to you.
“love you.” pope knows his cock is straining against his shorts, and you are beyond desperate for him, but he still pauses to lean down and give you yet another kiss.
“love you too.” you coo back. it hasn't been all that long since you've made that declaration to each other, so the words still feel exciting every time they're said.
popes hands focus in on the zipper and buttons of your shorts, quickly undoing them to slide the jeans off your legs as he tosses them away.
you smile shyly as he begins to focus on getting himself the rest of the way undressed as you slip your underwear off and let them fall off the bed as you splay out.
“look at you.” pope coos, making sure to get the condom out of his pocket. despite you being on birth control, you're always extra cautious, way too young and responsible to get pregnant.
“come on.” you giggle, impatient, as he takes the condom and rips the foil, spreading the rubber over his length.
“kay, ready.” pope gets himself into position, holding himself up over top of you as he lines his cock up with your entrance.
you take a deep breath to relax your body as he pushes inside, making sure to go extra slow to allow you to adjust.
“f-fuck.” you whine, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him further into you as popes hips press all the way forward, cock buried inside of you.
“give me a minute.” you hum, shifting your hips from side to side. pope distracts himself with kissing along your jaw and neck until you give him a nod, a signal that it's alright to move.
“feel so good baby.” pope groans out, keeping his thrusts slow and steady at first.
“mmm.” you hum out, unable to actually form words in response.
popes back arches as he ducks his head to wrap his mouth around your nipple again, sucking as his hips slowly increase in pace.
you moan out, arms pressing him closer into your chest, encouragement to continue as he pumps into you, knowing neither of you can last that long.
“so warm and wet for me baby.” pope praises you, switching to the other side of your chest as the wet squelching sound spreads over the room with every movement of his cock.
“only for you.” you smile softly, glad when pope lifts his head to press a kiss against your lips.
“love you, love you, love you.” pope says, forever the soft and sweet boyfriend that you fell so deeply for.
“cum for me.” he urges you, shifting his weight to one arm to allow his other hand to drop, rubbing circles over your clit.
“oh my god!” you squeal out, head tilting back, pressing into the pillow as his fingertips work against your bud, having figured out just what you like and what touches get you there fastest.
“fuck, can feel you clenching around me.” pope gasps, hips moving faster, fucking into you with a fury that you know means he's going to cum soon.
“i-i-” you try to warn pope, but the words dissolve into moans as your orgasm hits you, high washing over your body as your legs shake, the tightening of your pussy causing pope to cum as well, pushing his hips forward to cum as deeply inside of you as possible, even if he is sheathed with a condom.
“fuck! baby!” pope shouts out, a few final thrusts before he pulls out, collapsing against the bed next to you.
“oh my god.” you giggle, legs snapping closed to cover the mess between your thighs as your hands come to your face, hiding your bright red cheeks from pope.
“you're so cute.” pope kisses over top of your hands before standing up and heading to the bathroom to discard his condom, coming back with a warm wet washcloth.
you keep your face covered as he cleans you up, always feeling a little shy right after sex.
“hey.” pope pokes you.
you put your hands down, a soft smile on your face as he hands you your clothes to put back on. despite knowing no one will be home for many more hours, you don't like to risk getting caught by hanging around naked.
you both get dressed quickly before you wrap your arms around popes shoulders, tucking your head into his neck.
“thank you.” you whisper. “that was really, really, really, good.”
“always happy to help.” pope laughs, reaching down to pick you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you through the house, back towards the patio to continue relaxing.
“ah, so that's why you didn't go fishing.”
“jj!” you squeal, jumping out of popes arms.
“what? john b was busy with sarah so i came back here. y'all are loud by the way.” jj shrugs.
“dude, im going to kill you.” pope says, rushing after jj as your laughter spreads throughout the backyard, watching your boyfriend chase his friend through the grass.
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— TOJI FUSHIGURO X FEM READER DRABBLE
— SUMMARY: You help Toji Fushiguro with a place to sleep. Reluctantly.
— WC: 1.3k
— WARNINGS: Mentions of cleaning up blood. Fluff. Comfort at the end. Slight angst if you squint. Slight sexual tension.
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Hearing a knock at your door at two in the morning was most unwelcoming, but not surprising.
You groan, sitting up in your bed for a few more minutes, rubbing your eyes, trying to rake your mind for who in the world could be coming to knock on your door this late.
Your movements are slow as you climb out of the bed, but your pace is soon corrected when you hear another knock on the door, this one heavier than the last.
"Coming, Jesus Christ," you mutter as if the knocker would even hear you. You slip on your slippers and make your way out of your bedroom and into the hallway to open the door, and, when your gaze meets a tall man, looming over you, you furrow your eyebrows the moment you recognize him.
"Toji..." You say his name in a deep breath, hardly believing your eyes.
Toji Fushiguro, the man you've taken into your home ever since the first day you've met him. You remember it clearly, hardly fond of the memory as it's stuck to the back of your mind like a sticky residue left over from peeling away an old sticker. He was found lying in a dark alleyway, attempting to bandage himself up with a piece of torn-up cloth from his shirt over an open bleeding wound, so you helped him out and took him home to fix him up, and now, here he is, for maybe the hundredth time appearing at your doorstep for help.
"Hey."
His greeting is brief, and almost annoyed as he immediately moves to brush past you, inviting himself inside. You huff, hanging your head when you hear him slip his shoes off inside and make his way farther into your apartment, knowing he'd do something like this, simply making your apartment a place of habit.
You close the door behind you once you step back inside and you cross your arms, looking at the tall man who's made his way to the kitchen sink, washing blood off of his arms with your laundry detergent. You cross your arms over one another, making your way into the kitchen, looking at him disapprovingly.
"Really? Can't even ask nicely if you can come inside? Can't even give me a warning that you're coming? No call, or text? You just show up here like you live here. It's two o'clock in the fucking morning, Toji," You chastise him, and you let your arm fly out to direct his attention to the clock on the wall, but he remains unbothered, continuing to scrub the remnants of blood off of his arms, now using your newly bought Scrub Daddy. You narrow your eyes at this and you let out a royal groan, shaking your head, you pinch the bridge of your nose, knowing no matter how much you try, you'll never be able to get rid of this man. "I don't even know why I bother."
You hear the water shut off to the kitchen sink and a deep sigh coming from the man, which makes you look up and remove your fingers from the bridge of your nose. You watch him as he takes a few paper towels and dries himself off before slowly turning to face you as he leans against the counter.
"Sorry," Is all he says—a lazy reply, which is what you get from him every single time. Anger boils inside of you, wanting to shout and rage, you open your mouth to speak but he quickly shuts you up when he speaks again. "You're right. I should've called," he says, his tone sounding more sincere. He finishes drying his arms and he tosses the paper towels into the trash can. Surprised at his sudden sincerity, you shut your mouth. He approaches you, looming over you once again, and his fingers find their way under your chin, tilting up your head to look up at him.
Immediately, the feeling of rage smooths out and mellows into a feeling of calm when he touches you, because just like Toji, you had a habit.
He was your bad habit, whether he knew that or not, you were addicted to letting him touch you, which is why you let him into your home even though you put up a fight every single time.
Green, emerald eyes meet yours, and the scar on his lip quirks when he sees you immediately melt at his touch. He rubs his thick, calloused thumb over your chin which makes your legs weak.
"I was in the area and needed a place to wash up. Assumed ya would be alright with it, yeah?" He says, his tongue dripping in sickeningly, sweet silver, knowing you'd fall like a mouse to his fangs because he knew you secretly loved taking care of him and fixing him.
"Yeah." Your reply is soft, just like he expects, so that scar on his lip turns up even more as his fangs are revealed.
"'Atta girl." He presses a kiss to your forehead, and before you know it, you're turning on your heel, leading Toji away from the kitchen to your bedroom.
You pull a futon from out of your closet and you roll it out onto the floor while Toji stands at the doorway with his arms crossed over one another. You place a pillow onto the mat, throw a duvet over it, and then stand back up to gesture to the prepared sleeping place.
"Ta-da," you exclaim, a bit proudly as you offer him a place to sleep, but the crossed arms and a raised eyebrow on Toji's stature make you want shrink. "What?"
He scoffs, shaking his head. "There's no way I'm sleeping on that." He's distasteful as his face scrunches up. He moves away from the door and goes to stand in front of the futon, placing his hands on his hips as he sizes it up before turning to look at your bed. "Why can't I sleep with you?"
When he suggests that, you feel like a little mouse again, wanting to say yes just so he can sink his teeth into you again, but, you stand your ground, even if you're a bit meeker than you'd like to be.
"B-Because uhm... u-uh... because you don't have a change of clothes. You're dirty, Toji. Can't have you sleeping in my bed. I mean, you came into my home and the first thing you did was wash blood off of your arms!" You remark, now placing your hands on your hips as you try to tell him off, but Toji sighs and rolls his eyes.
He makes a move, bringing his hands away from his hips to grab at the base of his shirt and he pulls it off of him, and then he slips off his pants. You watch with wide eyes, as this was unexpected.
"There, now I'm not in my dirty clothes. Besides," He grunts as he climbs into your bed anyway, despite your words. Not that you're going to argue anyway as you watch his large frame slide underneath the blankets and roll onto his back. He places an arm underneath his head, and a thick thigh sneaks out from under the covers. "It's not like we haven't slept together before."
You want to curse Toji for being right, and you want to curse him for stripping down to his underwear as he climbs into the bed, but, you refrain and instead opt for grumbling under your breath as you climb into bed next to him anyway, but you keep your distance, keeping your back turned toward him.
He chuckles at this, finding your resistance amusing, as he knows within a few mere seconds you'd be all over him after a few touches.
He tests this theory and his hands find the curve of your hip, and he gently touches it, rough fingers slider under your shirt to caress your stomach.
"Don't know why you're so far away."
His theory is confirmed when you feel yourself melting again, and, turning back to your bad habit, you face him and scoot back towards him, propping your head up onto his warm, broad chest, listening to the soft thrum of his heartbeat.
He sighs and relaxes, and gives the top of your head a quick kiss before closing his eyes.
"That's my girl."
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i’ve had a very. humbling. day today. feel obligated to blog about it.
i don’t know why, but i decided to listen to hypno literally all of last night. just track after track playing in headphones while i went about my night. even while i was doing homework, i put a subliminal on super low volume as “study music” (𖦹 . 𖦹)
it definitely didn’t help that i was high as a kite, but the trances just felt so deep. i genuinely felt like i had no control…
needless to say, i woke up in an absolutely soaked diaper. so full in fact, i leaked all over my pjs and my bedsheet. meaning i had to do pissy laundry for the third time this week. fml.
i got changed, threw in laundry, then started to tidy up and make my bed. i bent down to grab something and felt the urge to mess, i wanted to wait a little, like this diaper only and a few dribbles in it so far, so i tried clenching down. and it didn’t work. the mess just slid out of me, and it was a lot. so within maybe 10mins of putting on this diaper, i’d completely packed it with last nights dinner (ಡωಡ)
it was so gross and smelly, that i just changed immediately. i hadn’t even done proper diaper prep, so i would’ve definitely gotten a rash if i sat in it.
against any better judgement though, i put on a pull-up.
i had an internship interview and there was no way i’d feel professional or smart in a diaper! i told myself i’d just go to the interview, and come straight home, leaving no time for leaks or anything.
the interview didn’t go great, that’s fine is wasn’t a great position anyway. but! i kept my pull-up dry! the entire interview! so i got a little cocky…
i had to grocery shop today, so why not just do it while i’m out? save some gas, then i can stay at home and relax the rest of the day! so off i went to the grocery store.
kinda having accepted my (temporary!!!) toilet troubles, i’d put a lot of stuff on my grocery list for going 24/7. i’d already ordered 3 cases of high capacity diapers online, but i needed stuff like more wipes, bed pads (cause of last night), more pull-ups, etc. i know it should be normalized and not embarrassing to buy incontinence products, but i was just so flustered pushing a cart full of pull-ups and baby powder. like this isn’t a medical issue for me, it’s something i trained my body to do apparently cause i’m too horny (⌒_⌒;)
i felt a few leaks happen while shopping, so big deal, my pull-up can take it. by the time i’d gotten checked out and back to my car, it was pretty wet though. as i was putting my groceries in my trunk though, i felt my bladder twinge. weird. could’ve sworn i’d just leaked a few minutes ago, but who cares, pull-up can take a little more. so i pushed.
bent over the trunk of my car, i proceeded to not only soak, but also mess my pull-up ╥﹏╥
i leaked through to the front of my pants, very obvious wet spot on my crotch, plus the strong smell of shit that now surrounded me…
i drove home, windows down, sitting in my own shit and wet pants. thank god i have leather seats. also, no one was around when i brought in groceries in wet pants, so dodged a bullet there too.
it’s just been. such a day.
having to fill up my old underwear drawer with thick diapers, texting my fwbs and telling them i can’t hookup this summer (cause no one wants to fuck someone who sits in their own piss all day), even just going out in diapers! 24/7 seemed so elusive and fun, but it’s wayyy more embarrassing then i could’ve even imagined (*/ω＼)
even to add insult to injury, i had to shave my cunt tonight! after i’d showered, my pussy still smelt like stale piss and powder. i’d been told that hair holds scent a lot, but i didn’t believe it. i’d just gotten my bush to the length i like after shaving it clean back in february (cause i was horny, what can ya do?) and was so happy about it. having hair down there just feels so much more masculine, but if i’m going to be in diapers all summer, it had to go for just sanitary reasons.
it smells and feels much better now that it’s shaved, made powdering up a lot less messy. i even got to look at my bottom growth better, it’s almost a full inch! does feel incredibly infantile that i have to cover it in baby powder and thick pampers everyday though (/ε＼*)
anyways, i’m nice in padded in one of my last abdl diapers until my shipment comes, gonna take that nightly edible and probably listen to more hypnosis and play stardew. these little updates don’t do as well as my captions, but i still feel obligated to post them. i did put myself back in diapers, might as well live blog the journey for y’all to get off to 💕
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i think i like this little deku..
LMAO putting that so u know who i am pls give me incel shiggy x fem!reader, maybe he’s reader’s step brother or smth and (of course bc im corny) he steals our panties or smth and we catch him with them
|| double warning for: DARK CONTENT, STEP SIBLINGS SHAMELESS SMUT, shoutout to bestie. THIS IS NOT FOR MINORS IF UR A MINOR U WILL BE BLOCKED THANK U <3! STEP SIBLINGSx2.||
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god it was like he couldn't help it.
he is a FREAAAAAKY dude. steals your panties right out of your dirty laundry basket and sniffs them right there in the laundry room
has almost no shame when it comes to how he feels about you.
sometimes he'll just stand in your doorway and stare at you, even if you ask him what he's doing he won't answer and eventually just walk away.
the sight of you laying against your bed, the outline of your body under the covers was all he needed for a good week.
tomura hated himself for it too, here he was, slouched over in his bed, your dirty panties pressed against his nose and his hand wrapped around his cock. he was squeezing himself almost far to tight, trying to recreate how he would imagine your pussy felt. he wondered if your insides matched the color of your lips, or maybe the color your cheeks got whenever he caught you masturbating that one time.
god the memory of your sweet little moans, the way your back arched away from your bed, the silhouette of your hand moving so quickly under your blanket- the way you had no clue he was in your room..
he took another deep inhale, the scent of your most sensitive part filling every corner of his mind, he wondered what you would say if you caught him like this, if you'd scold him, shout at him, or if you'd come over and wrap those pretty plump lips around his cock and help your older step-brother out. he would give anything to dig his hands into your hair, get the smell of your scalp under his nails.
he wanted to see your makeup run down your cheeks, hold your head in place and fuck your face until he was fully satisfied, bruise your throat, make you lose your voice. he'd love to see what excuse you'd come up with to explain it away, not like you'd tell anyone you let your step brother use your mouth as his cock sleeve.
god damnit- he came all over his fucking hand. he let out a loud groan as he pulled your panties away from his face and wiped his hand off with them, a wolfish grin on his face at the sight of his cum smeared all over your cute panties. He was more delighted to turn his head at the floorboards creaking, spotting you in his doorway, a grocery bag on your arm which looked like it was about to slide off your arm. you were just staring at him too, with that cute blush on your face. he forgot you ran out to get snacks for him.
oh well.
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Twice Members' Favorite Places to Kiss You
Twice x fem! reader
Warnings: so sweet you’ll get a toothache <3
A/N: I’ve been in a really bad writing slump lately, so that is the main reason why I have not been posting at all. And school has also been kicking me in the ass 💀✌️ I have so many good drafts I want to share with you guys, but my motivation has been at 0% for a while. But lately I have been getting a lot better, so more works are expected to come soon! Which also means I will be opening back up my requests box :D Someone did request me to write something a long time ago, but I have been steadily working on it over time. It’s got about 5,000 words on it, so as long as my lazy ass doesn’t put off to writing it, that draft will be coming out soon as well. Thank you to all of you lovely people who have been patient, and also the ones that have been liking my posts. You guys are phenomenal and I love and appreciate all of you ❤️
Nayeon
Lips ♡
A very standard one, but well suitable for her
She loves how soft and plump your lips are
Like Sana, Nayeon is a very affectionate person
So after she’s had a loooong day at the studio, all she wants to do is give you some repetitive and silly kisses that end up in slow and passionate ones
(Sometimes she’ll even bite your lip if she’s feeling a little bit frisky that night…)
“Oh my gosh I missed you so much Y/N. You won’t believe how many new dance routines they made us learn today.”
Her favorite kinds of kisses are good luck kisses and goodnight kisses <3
(And the passionate ones of course ;)
Nayeon loves how sweet it feels to be able to show her love through a kiss, and be able to feel your soft lips in the process
Kissing your lips make her feel grounded, and wanting nothing more than to spend every moment of every day with you
Jeongyeon
Forehead ♡
Very domestic and homey feeling for her
Her kisses are always very sentimental and sweet
She doesn’t kiss as often as other people, which makes the wait worth it every time
“Here honey, you go lay down and rest. I can do the rest of the laundry for you.”
Always kisses you randomly and making sure it catches you off guard
She loves seeing you all flustered and shy <3
Kissing you on the forehead reminds her of being married to you someday, and just being able to protect you from harm
You are everything to her, and she never wants you to feel anything less than that
And if you’re shorter than her, then it’s an even better reason for her to kiss you on the forehead <3
Will also give you the biggest kiss when she comes home from work 🥺
“I missed you so much honey, what have you been up to?”
Momo
Tummy ♡
When you had previously told her about being insecure about your tummy, you never thought she would take it so seriously
But oh boy how wrong you were
It instantly became Momo's favorite place to kiss you
Momo made sure to always remember it so she could prove your insecurities wrong
She loves how soft and chunky your tummy is, and just can't ever get enough of it
Also loves how much you giggle when she kisses you
If you ever have those days where you're not feeling too great, she will start giving you kisses there first and make sure you feel so loved and beautiful
“You are so beautiful Y/N. Don’t you ever forget it.”
“Your stretch marks are not ugly at all honey I promise. They make you look even more gorgeous.”
She will sometimes leave hickies and bite marks there too, but only when she’s in the mood and you give her permission
If you are also pregnant, she will not hesitate to smother your tummy in kisses then too <3
It would be almost impossible for her to keep her hands off of you
Her end goal is to always make you feel loved, and to remind you that you are the most beautiful woman she has ever set her eyes on
Sana
Dimples ♡
We all know Sana is a very affectionate person. So choosing her favorite spot to kiss you would be impossible right?
Nope not at all for her.
The first thing that had drawn her to you was your radiant smile
But the deal breaker was the dimples that came along with it
She just couldn’t get enough of them
Once you guys had been dating for about 3-4 months, you both had gotten very comfortable with each other and started being all lovey dovey and such
That was when you noticed how much she loved to kiss your dimples
Any chance she could get, she made sure to kiss you in that same spot
It never failed to make you blush every time, and that’s part of the reason why she would constantly kiss you there
She also loves how well they compliment your face, and how adorable they make you look
“Y/N have I ever told you how much I love your dimples? They make you look so cute!” *pinches your cheeks*
Jihyo
Cheeks ♡
She doesn’t mind kissing on the lips. She loves it actually, but she kissing your cheeks even better
Jihyo’s kisses are the most genuine ones you will ever feel in your entire life
Sometimes it’s hard for her to say how much she loves you outloud, so she’ll express it through her kisses
When you’re having a bad day and come home tired, she’ll wrap her arms around you and give soft pecks on your cheeks
Or when Jihyo has to leave for early morning dance practice, she’ll slowly wake you up by peppering your face with kisses too
It’s just a super sweet gesture for her, and your puffy cheeks are too cute to not kiss anyways
She loves the way you blush when she randomly walks up to you and kisses you
Jihyo adores you so much, even if it’s hard for her to say outloud sometimes
When she does, she makes sure it meaningful, and at the perfect time
“I love you so much Y/N. Even if I don’t say it outloud that much, I really do. You’re my world, and I never want you to feel any lesser than that.”
Mina
Nose ♡–-
When you confessed to her that you hated the shape/size of your nose, she made it one of her top priorities to make you feel less insecure about it
Her shy persona may keep her from expressing a lot of things, but it didn’t stop her from showing her affection for you
You were used to her always giving you warm hugs, and very soft kisses on the lips
But when she added your nose to the agenda, it was game over for you
She loves to kiss your nose when you look super cute, and she can’t handle it
Or when you’re doing something sweet for her like washing the dishes, or doing her laundry. She’ll always find a way to pay you back with affection
“Thank you so much baby. You’re so sweet.”
Over time your insecurities had slowly gone away after receiving so much love and support from her, making your nose the very very least of your worries
Having someone like her in your life made you realize that looks weren’t every thing, and that you never have to worry about when you’re with her
“Honey your nose is so cold. *kisses your nose* Here let me kiss it some more so it will feel warmer...”
Dahyun
Hands/ fingers ♡
Dahyun is very loving and sweet
She loves to hold your hand when you two are walking around Seoul together, or just cuddling on the couch
She loves the intimacy it brings between you two
If she doesn't express her love with words at the moment, she will express it with actions
She'll bring your hand up to her lip and pepper your knuckles, fingers, and whatever else with kisses
Something else that she would never admit, is how she loves the softness of your hands
It reminds her of when she was little, and she would hold her mother’s hand
Dahyun wants you to feel loved and adored by her at all times, even if it’s not verbally
When you guys are at restaurants, she will have no shame holding your hand from across the table and kissing it
“Dahyun be careful. People might see us.”
She’ll just laugh and say, “Let them. Nothing will ever stop me from expressing my love for you darling.”
Chaeyoung
Jawline/Neck ♡
We all know Chaeyoung is a big romantic
And can sometimes be a bit flirty with it too
So it’s no surprise that her favorite place to kiss you, would be the most intimate and steamy
Even though it is her favorite spot to kiss you, she doesn’t really kiss there very often
But when she does, she makes sure to go all out
She loves how intimate it is, and loves hearing/ seeing your reaction every time she kisses in that area
Most definitely will leave hickies too, so be aware when she starts going to town down there
“You like it when I kiss you like this baby?”
You can just already see her smirking while saying that…
She loves riling you up and making you melt from her touch <3
Tzuyu
Ears ♡
Tzuyu is a one-of-a-kind woman, and the sweetest one you have ever met
When you guys first started dating you it stayed at the awkward stage for a little bit longer than most couples
But when she started warming up to you, her affection towards you became even greater
It started with little kisses on the nose, then on the cheek, lips, she eventually progressed to your ears
You thought it was weird at first, but you eventually grew to love it
Tzuyu loves to hug you from behind because of the height difference, and she’ll often whisper in your ear how much she loves you
Sometimes she’ll nibble a little bit too after kissing it, but not very often
If you have slightly larger size ears, she would tease you about it every now and then
But not enough to where you would feel insecure
She just thinks your ears are super cute, and make you even more loveable
"I love you so much Y/N... Don't ever change. You are perfect just the way you are."
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i love u 3000 ¡!
pairing: sungho x reader.
warnings: +18, smut, fluff, some angst maybe, kissing.
summary: short scenarios of firsts with sungho.
note: this will be a series!! hope u all enjoy<33 find the others here as i make them (woonhak and sungho done)
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first encounter: idk if it would be at a cafe or at the gym but I'll go for the cafe because i feel like he would be too into his workout to actually pay attention to his surroundings and see you. so he'd be thinking what to order, looking up at the menu while he stood in the line, you were in front of him and he didn't even see your face but the way you smelled and the way your voice said "i want a caramel macchiato, please, with no sugar" was enough for him to feel as if the sweetness you opted out surrounded him instead and he melt right into it, following you with his eyes when you left the line and yours meeting his when everyone kept telling him to move forward in the line. he finally came to his senses and you laughed at his little blush due to the shame. you can know for sure he would ask to sit with you and launch a conversation about how he zoned out before, ending with your number in his pocket, wrote down on a paper tissue and a huge smile in his face while he walked down the street.
first time he realises he's in love; honestly he knew from the beginning that he liked you, the way he would look for you in his contact list just to see your profile picture setting him up, even if it was the same one. he would even "mistakenly" call you at least twice a week just so he could hear your voice and ultimately your laugh when you said "was this really a mistake, sungho-ssi" and he just went silent before you added "you can call me if you wanna talk, i don't mind" bet. cause he would call you everyday just to ask how you were doing and if there was anything that you may need so he could get it for you. the first day you guys went out was when he finally realized he kinda liked you a little bit more than he expected, looking at you with such a lover eyes that the old people passing by your side kept saying "he loves you so much, don't break his heart". an indirect confession i guess.
how would he confess; kinda obvious (at least for me) but he is wearing the best clothes on his closet, his hair done perfectly, that soft perfume you loved all over his body and that smile on his face only growing bigger when he handed you the bucket of flowers, "what is this, sungho?" , "i would like to ask you out, if you let me. i promise to make you nothing but happy if you allow me" it sounded like a marriage proposal but that's just how serious he was. you said yes, why would you say no? it was sungho and his pretty foxy eyes waiting for your response, the boy who never had an excuse when you needed him and the one who cared for you the most, y'all already looked like you were dating to begin with so now it was just official!!
officially dating w sungho; something i know for sure is that he is such a domestic boyfriend :(( you could find him helping out with the chores at YOUR apartment, doing the dishes and even the laundry while you slept during the morning. he would hold your hand at any moment, hug you while walking on the streets during winter time even if it was uncomfortable, tell you how grateful he was by having you. he would remember all your anniversaries and bring you flowers each time, every time being a different one just so he could tell you the meaning and how much he loved you and hoped for more anniversaries to come. i think he'd also be the type to introduce you to his friends and his family as he sees your relationship as a long-term one.
first kiss; idk why i feel it'd happen at one of your guy's house, like, you are laying down on bed, just cuddling and talking your day, your head resting on his chest and his arm hugging you, giving you the warmth the weather lacked. you were so comfortable with him that even looking up and being so close was not awkward, that's why you did it when he went silent for a few seconds.
"what are you thinking about?" you would mumble and he lowered his eyes to meet yours, making you blush when he just smiled a little bit before saying:
"you"
"i am right here, what were you thinking?"
"about how cute you are, how much i love you and how lucky of man i am to have you and had met you in this life"
"honey... i love you too" you softly giggled and he blushed after saying all that cheesy stuff, you removing the hand from his face and matching his eyes, feeling his breath hitch when his eyes dropped to your lips.
and he really didn't have to ask, he just leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours, you both closing your eyes and shifting in the bed so he was on top of you, between your legs while he softly caressed your cheeks, staying like that for a little while before pulling out and looking into each other's eyes, gosh you guys are so in love :(
first time he wanted to do more than just a peck; it would happen during a movie night, you always got together at your place to wach a movie or a short serie on fridays, buying some junk food when neither you or sungho wanted to cook. you would sit in your couch, your leg between sungho's and one of his hands on your thigh while you payed attention to whatever was playing on the tv, but when you constantly feel him moving below your leg, his hand making some pressure in the uncovered flesh of your thigh, you had to look at him.
"everything good, babe?"
"yes... i'm just... you know"
"no, i don't" you said, pausing the tv and removing your leg from his lap so you could sit properly and look at him. "is something going on?" he just denied with his head but by the way he lowered his head, his cheeks flushed and his hands held that cushion in front of his pants you knew what was going on. "can i kiss you then?" his eyes met yours again. "i wanna kiss you"
but sungho really didn't want to seem like a pervert right now so he would try to say no just to end up with you straddled on his lap, kissing him with hunger and circling your hips on his erection, his tongue would get into your mouth and he'll take control from then on, his hands guiding the pace and movement of your hips by holding down on them. a few moans would escape his lips and tbh he couldn't be more ashamed to be making out w u for the first time due to a boner. but oh well, it was not going to be the last time either.
first time meeting your family; when i say "sungho domestic boyfriend" I mean it!! he would be so excited to finally meet your parents, you met his a few months ago so he couldn't wait to meet the people who gave birth to the love of his life :( he would bring food and help your mom cook it, asking about your childhood and making a few jokes when your mom got too emotional about you being all grown up. i feel like your dad would love him even if they don't have much to talk about, he would see his good intentions and the kind and lovely vibe he gave would make both of your parents love him sm !! i can personally see him calling your mom every mother's day, and your dad too on every father's day, sending them flowers and a present for their birthdays too. he is just such a family boy to me ;(
first time w sungho; when i pictured this i almost got an overdose of sugar fr fr. he would be so loving, so caring, so soft about it, i don't even see him using dirty talk (at least not for the first time). he would worship your body so much that it would make you feel shy yet so good you couldn't explain the mixture of feelings, his kisses would be long and wet, his hips rocking against yours during missionary (because yes, he would fuck you in missionary 99% of the time) and his hands holding your wrists pinned down to the bed on each side of your bed. "you look so pretty, y/n, you feel so good" would be something he would say when he left your lips for a second, looking into your eyes before smiling a little bit about how into you he was (pun intended). he would also be the type to softly moan in your ear and intertwine his fingers with yours while fucking you so good :(( and i also see him using his tongue to make you shiver, could be by kissing you or by playing with your ear.
overall, sungho is a good boy, he is mature and very loving, he seeks honesty and stability so if he ever falls for you, have in mind that he would like to be with you for as long as he can. he is a funny person too, making jokes to enlighten the mood when needed but also knows when to remain silent. his mood wouldn't have huge swings and i don't think he would be one to argue or be jealous. (he could get jealous tho but he'll let you know about it before it gets uncomfortable)
commitment wise he is a 10/10, his full attention is on you when you need him, i think he wouldn't cheat and he is such a lover boy :') but he would expect the same back so if you lack he would feel a little sad too.
so if you are looking for a long-term, marriage oriented and responsible, respectful, honest yet funny relationship, sungho is definitely your pick !!
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also, can we talk about those pictures of him???? he looks so pretty, dazzling, cute yet hot asf?? make it make sense, he can't be a gym bro and look that good 😭😭
#boynextdoor imagines#boynextdoor scenarios#boynextdoor x reader#boynextdoor smut#sungho x reader#boynextdoor sungho#sungho smut
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summary: just a teensy little drabble i thought of while searching through my dryer this morning; i’m a firm believer in the “eddie def pretends to fuck you whenever you bend over in front of him” headcanon
wc: 407
warnings: implied/discussion of smut
A sigh of frustration passed your lips as you rummaged through the entangled mass of freshly dried laundry. “Why do we wear so much black?” You grumbled aloud to yourself.
Grabbing the same incorrect shirt for the fourth time, you groaned and finally ducked your head and torso into the dryer. The collection of your and Eddie’s clothes seemed to further morph together the harder you fought to find the singular shirt you had in mind. Still huffing and puffing in mild irritation, you didn’t hear the rickety basement door creak open.
“Hmm, I feel like I’ve seen something like this somewhere.”
You nearly bumped your head as you attempted to look back at him— unable to do so while bent over halfway inside the dryer. His hands on your hips prevented you from backing out of it, one of them easing up your bare back and encouraging you to continue your task. Registering his comment, you rolled your eyes. He may not have been able to see it, but he knew well enough to expect it.
“Need me to uh— help you out?” Much like he didn’t need to see your eyes roll, you didn’t need to see the smirk gracing his features to know it was there.
“That depends. Have you seen my Alice In Chains shirt? The one I cut the neckline off of?”
“Nope.” Suddenly his hips were bumping into your ass, humming out a few exaggerated ‘mm, mm, mm’s in time with his simulated thrusts.
Still shuffling through the conglomeration of fabric, you scoffed, but you couldn’t help the little suppressed smile on your face. “Edward, I’m trying to get dressed.”
Fingers hooking into the belt loops of your jeans, he pulled you against him with more force. “You don’t have anything to be on time for,” He dismissed easily. “A fifteen minute delay won’t kill you.”
“Right,” You snorted, “‘Cause it’ll take you that long to bust.”
His hand came down against your ass with a semi-playful smack, muffled by the layer of denim. “No, but I’m givin’ myself a few minutes’ padding to get you off two or three times.”
“Well, in that case, fifteen minutes may be a little generous. Should probably bump it up to twenty or thirty to be safe.”
Now, it was his turn to scoff. “Is that a fucking challenge? Alright, get outta the damn dryer. I wanna see your face when I prove you wrong.”
<3
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x reader smut#eddie munson smut#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson drabble#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson x f!reader
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Hi Starbs, sorry to hear about your situation, I am a bit younger than you and a couple of years ago I was put into a similar spot, even right now as I'm finishing up high-school my housing isn't very stable. I'll give you some tips if it's something that could help you. (I am from the USA so things are probably different over there) also apologies I am not good with English!!
SAVE. SAVE. SAVE. Budgeting and being frugal when it comes to money is extremely important!!
Do keep a bit of spending money as treats and keeping morality in check will do you good in the long run.
My storage unit costs me 66$ USD a month it's the size of a walk in closet. Whatever isn't essential or you can't carry in a backpack it's best you have a safe place to store it. Some will ask you to buy your own lock so keep that in mind.
Reach out to youth shelters! The one I'm staying at lets us stay 60 days but makes us leave at least 7 until we can come back. We can keep coming back as many times needed for us to find housing (as long as we don't have a record with causing problems at the shelter)
Learn your bus routes if you can, it saves more money than using a car.
Let trustworthy people know about your situation, friends, teachers, whoever, let them know as community and building a support system is essential.
Communicate with your college, perhaps they have dorms or programs that may be of assistance.
Eat!! Drink water!!! Take care of your hygiene!!!
Some gyms have showers so you can get a membership just to go shower if you need!
Cars can be very useful as you can sleep in them, there are camping spots rangers won't look through sometimes you could sleep at, 24 hour opened store parking lots, or in my case outside the gym you have a membership for that's open 24 hours!
Keep distance from your parents. I don't know your situation but from my experience, KEEP A DISTANCE AND HAVE FIRM BOUNDARIES!!! You don't owe them anything, not your location, who you're with, you're schedule, they don’t need to know that.
Apartments usually want you to make 2-3 times the rent. Example: rent is 600 a month? Then you need to make around 1200-1800 a month.
If you have a job communicate with your boss about your situation, they can be very flexible and understanding.
Don't burn bridges in the professional field!
Social networking is a life saver, if you make the right impressions with the right people it can come in clutch later on.
I'm repeating this again but building community and a support system is essential. Maybe a friend you get along well with also wants to move in, you could be roommates. Or an older woman who is fond of you learns about your situation and is willing the rent you a room in her home.
Pay attention to red flags!
Red flags in apartments can be how well maintain it is (mold underneath the sink) and how you’re landlord approaches it.
Red flags in people, like they could know you're desperate and will try to use that against you.
Do your laundry at friend's homes or in public laundromats.
Red flags in environments, maybe you end up in a bad part of town, get out ASAP!!
Share and update someone trustworthy often, you never know what could happen.
I wish I could offer you more but I'm currently still figuring out my situation as well. Stay safe!! Remember someone out there really loves you and wants you to be okay!! And you deserve to be okay!!
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#about boundaries. that REALLY does change everything in the end#i heard many times that most of doing things as an adult is having good friends and contacts#this is very important and helpful!!#anyone that needs this just as much. i hope it helps!
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Journey
Warning: You guys, this one HURTS. Seriously. Trigger warning for death, grief, sadness.
Proceed at your own risk. And don't yell at me afterwards if you proceeded anyway and this hurt you. You were warned.
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There’s a bit of dirt on her dress. If she had to guess, she’d say it’s probably Jo’s fault. But she’s Sherlock Holmes’ daughter, so she doesn’t guess. She deduces.
She wets her finger, picks up a crumb.
Rice cake. Raspberry flavour. Jo’s favourite.
She brushes it off. Then she fixes her hair. Checks her shoes.
Anything to delay. Anything to put off this particular journey for a few more seconds.
She meets her own eyes in the mirror. “Come on, Watson,” she whispers. “You can do this. You have to do this. Remember your promise.”
Look out for him, he’d said to her. Before he couldn’t speak anymore. Look out for each other.
Fuck, she’s crying already.
No. She bites the inside of her cheek and keeps the tears in.
She had forty years of parenting. Now she needs to step up. She needs to be strong.
She nods at herself one last time in the mirror, then goes down the corridor to the bedroom door. She knocks, just once. “Are you ready?”
The silence that greets her is ever so slightly sarcastic.
Stupid question, she chides herself. “Let me rephrase. Are you dressed?”
He opens the door. Of course he’s immaculate. The black suit fits him perfectly, and even though age has somewhat diminished his ramrod straightness, he still looks distinguished and elegant without much effort. His face is a study of outward stoicism, and if Rosie hadn’t known him her entire life, she wouldn’t have noticed how much of a strain it is for him to take even a single step.
This is hell for her. She can’t even imagine what it’s like for him.
But she was raised by two British men of a certain age, and public displays of emotion make her as viscerally uncomfortable as it does them, therefore she knows how important it is to him to keep his composure in public.
They did a lot of crying together when it happened. Though quite honestly, it was a relief when it was finally over. The weeks and months prior were pure hell, for all of them. Dad was always a dignified man whose autonomy was important to him. When he refused further treatment, she supported him, and so did Paps.
It’s the circle of life, she knows this. They help you into this world, you help them out of it. You travel together for a time, and then you have to let them go. And it’s her duty to accompany him on this last leg of his journey.
But she has a more important responsibility.
She holds out her hand, and Paps takes it. They help each other into their coats. Paps’ coat is unchanged, and she wonders what he paid for this one. Every time one of his coats gives out, he has one made. With the same red embroidery around the buttonhole.
“Where’s Jo?” Paps asks, the first words he said all morning.
“Mark’s taking her. They’re meeting us there.”
He nods in acknowledgement.
They walk outside. It’s incongruously sunny. It’s cold, and windy, and she’s glad for her coat.
Should it be sunny, on a day like this?
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, she thinks.
But no. The hard part is that life goes on. That nothing stops even for a second, just because your heart is ashes. Dinner, errands, bedtime stories, maths tests, patients, laundry, paperwork, bills.
Ironically it makes it easier, for her. That she has something to do. That she has somewhere to go. That she’s not in the home they shared alone, staring at the walls, remembering.
“Paps,” she says, turning around, leaning against the car. “There’s something…” she takes a breath. “I wanted to ask you something.”
He makes a gesture for her to continue, but his eyes are on the horizon, and she knows he’s far away, locked somewhere in his mind palace to get through the day.
“Admin is putting a lot of pressure on me to take more hours. Department can’t afford another hire, they need shifts covered, et cetera. And we need the money. But it means I’d have twelve-hour shifts again, and Mark’s rarely home before six. Jo comes home from school at four. That’s two hours I don’t know how to cover.”
He looks at her, uncomprehending. You need to be more clear, she reminds herself. He’s not at his best today. “221A is empty. I thought, maybe…” she trails off, making a ‘you fill in the gaps’ kind of gesture. Then she takes a deep breath and fills in the gaps herself. “I thought you might want to come home?”
He doesn’t say anything for a few moments. He’s watching the horizon with a far away expression. Then he looks at her and gives her a slight smile. “I play the violin at three in the morning. And I sometimes don’t talk for days. Would that bother you?”
“I lived with you for twenty-four years, Paps. I think I’ll be fine,” Rosie says dryly, but she’s biting her cheek to keep the tears in again, because she knows what he’s thinking.
Full circle.
He nods at her, just once. “I noticed little Watson’s maths needs some polishing,” he says, with a trace of his old self shining through. “And quite frankly, her chess skills are appalling.”
“I expect you to turn her into a grand master by the time she’s twelve,” Rosie says, and discovers that it’s, after all, possible to smile.
They both stand in the sun for a second, letting the small glimmer of joy warm them.
Then Paps sighs. “It’s time, isn’t it.”
Rosie nods, and this time, she doesn’t check her tears.
“Should I drive?” Paps asks, gently.
She just gives him a look, and he chuckles. “Fair enough.” He nods at the car, then puts a hand on her shoulder. “Into battle, Watson.”
She nods. Wipes her tears. Takes his hand. “Into battle, Holmes.”
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Rosie is quoting a line from Funeral Blues by WH Auden.
I'm not going to apologise for making you sad. I warned you. Remember that before you yell at me in the comments.
May is almost over, you guys. How did that happen?!
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A 10-point chronic pain scale:
0 - Theoretical, unimaginable, and fundamentally unattainable to the living. Heaven or perfection. The transcendental state of immateriality one reaches when pain is so severe the soul separates from the body and floats away to watch it convulse from across the room. The honeyed caress of God. As a teenager I used to press lit cigarettes against my forearm and endure until the hot ember killed all the nerve endings, so that the small circle of burned skin no longer registered pain and never would again. Fantasized about drenching myself in gasoline and burning everything, until there were no living nerves left. The end goal of this fantasy is a zero on the pain scale.
1 - Just as fantastically unattainable as zero, but play-acting at pragmatics. Feels less like theory and more like being mocked. The sensation of digging my fingernails into my palm to briefly pull my attention away from a numerically larger pain elsewhere in the body.
2 - This is the number I say to the emergency room triage nurse when she asks about chronic pain unrelated to the current medical emergency and I am afraid that if I answer honestly she will write me off as drug-seeking. Two is a non-answer. Two is "don't worry about it, that's not important right now."
3 - A pain scale infographic on the wall in the emergency room describes a three as "Noticeable pain. It may distract you, but you can get used to it." This is less than useless. This describes all pain. It might be more precise to specify how long the adjustment period lasts before you no longer find pain distracting. A hangnail-- seconds or less. A dislocated shoulder-- weeks, initially, but with enough repetition, only as long as it takes to suck in a breath and twist it back into place. This is where any pain scale falls apart. Pain becomes practice, practice becomes routine, routine becomes background noise. It still hurts.
4 - Four is the standard baseline of a good day. At a four, I can hold things with my hands and walk on my legs. I am free to indulge in earthly delights: washing dishes, checking the mail, folding laundry. Every pair of socks I don't drop is a little joy. I make it through the whole hamper. I limp through the garden. At a four, no one needs to know I am in pain. By sunset I am exhausted but the morning is made of endless possibilities.
5 - At a five, pain seeps into my dreams while I sleep. Not nightmares, necessarily, but I spend the whole thing distracted, tugging at the sword I dream is inexplicably stuck in my shoulder like some Arthurian legend. Important dream-plot happens around me but I miss half the exposition and zone out through the whole mystic prophecy. I can't keep my hands off that damn sword. The oracle is so offended that she kicks me out of the castle and I sit down in the mud outside and fiddle with my hilt, no goddamn clue what I'm supposed to do now. When I wake my jaw hurts from clenching my teeth all night.
6 - The body is a wet bag of raw meat and sharp objects. I drop things a lot. Against my will, I cry out when the car hits a bump and sharp pain lances through my spine. It's hard to eat. My sentences trail off halfway as thoughts evaporate off my tongue.
7 - Seven is the immediate aftermath of a botched surgery. Seven is the ICU nurse offering me a little paper cup of tramadol and me shaking too badly to take it. Seven is touch me and I'll scream. My friends stop wanting to drive me anywhere because my crying in the car distresses them. My sentences are short and staccato, four words or less, and I still lose the thread of them halfway through. I can't understand what's being said to me. I can't hold on to anything. I can't bear to sit alone with the pain but I can't do anything to distract from it, can't hold a pencil, can't hold a conversation, can't hold my eyes on the TV. My whole body trembles. My teeth chatter. Cold sweat soaks through my shirt. My spine is a row of kitchen knives. I grit my teeth and endure. Seven is the upper limit of normal. I know I can handle this. "Take courage, my heart, you are a soldier and you have seen worse sights than this." Eventually, either the pain will subside, or I will get used to it. It ends or it doesn't. There are only two possibilities. No apocalypse either way. A person can get used to anything. It ends or it doesn't. Pain becomes practice becomes routine becomes background noise. It still hurts.
8 - I stop caring that anyone is horrified by my sobbing. I stop seeing through my eyes. I want the world to be small and dark and quiet. I want to unmake the universe. I hate the big bang. Thinking of the noise it must have made makes me furious. The noise of an ambulance siren makes me furious. I am incoherent. I no longer remember or care that it ends or it doesn't. There is no moment but this one. I tell strangers in scrubs that I want to die. I don't know why. Later I will only remember confused bursts of sensory information, and none of them are pain. Light, sound, texture. Smooth orange plastic of a stretcher in the back of an ambulance. IV bag swinging as we take a sharp turn. My revolving ceiling fan. Blood and vomit. Blanket. I don't know how to store the memory of this pain. It is too big to fit inside me. It enters wholly and leaves wholly. Every time it happens it feels like something I have never felt before. It is the very first time over and over and over. My previous statements were false; I cannot get used to this. I am shocked every time. I cannot remember it. I cannot comprehend.
9 - Nine is the cigarette and gasoline burning down through layers of skin and fat and bone. I forget about my distress and ascend into desperate hilarity. I only have to endure for a few more moments, until--
10 - I stop feeling anything. I am a glowing psychopomp bathed in the theoretical, unimaginable, and fundamentally unattainable to the living. There is no more body. It doesn't respond. I'm glowing to have shucked it. I melt into the honeyed caress of God.
#possum posts#pain has gone from the hardest subject for me to write about to my favorite. it is so fundamentally nonverbal. its a fun challenge#pain tag#cripple tag
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dinna, i have a question~ it's a spicy one 🫢
who in xdh would try and fuck you in every room of the house?? like shower sex or on top of the kitchen countertop. do whatever you like and make me scream in delusional 🫡
i can imagine ode lifting you up and pushing you to the bathroom door while everyone's outside. oh dear lord help me
this screams to me jiseok and seungmin… oh my—
jiseok would want to do it for the vibes. this would be something he’d write down in your couple bucket list if you had one. i feel like if you keep having sex in the same one bed or if you keep repeating the same two positions for a longer period of time he would start getting bored and would think of doing stuff differently, or he would just do something like changing the setting. in the shower; against the front door of your apartment so he can watch you try stopping yourself from moaning every time someone from your neighbours walks down the corridor; at the balcony; on the kitchen countertop, or on top of the table - he’d call you dirty and shameless for making a mess on it… every time you invite people over he would come and help you out with bringing more drinks just to say at your ear: “do you remember what we did on that table? i still do...” and he’d press you against the wall to steal your breath with a kiss. you would never forget what happened on the table where your friends would be eating at that moment, but he’d remind you every detail of your orgasm, telling you they could only dream of having such a fun time; such a fun girl…
seungmin would think of doing something like this spontaneously in the moment, and would end up loving it. you’d be in the middle of doing the dishes or doing the laundry and he’d come up behing you, wrapping arms around your waist, kissing your neck… and when you tell him you’re almost done and soon you’ll be joining him in the bedroom, something would click and he’d say: “why just not do it right here… right now..” both of you would find the spontaneous moment on the countertop really exciting, and the thrill would call for more similar experiences - on the floor in the living room; on the countertop in the bathroom; against the wardrobe, in front of the mirror in the hallway, and yes, against the door of the bathroom while you have guests is a high possibility too! he’d drop on his knees, and move one of your legs over his shoulder, getting closer to your heat through kisses. you’d keep your fingers tangled in his hair while the noises of your friends seep through the door, they’d be so close… you’d ask him to wait for them to leave, knowing that clearly you’re the one who cannot wait even a minute longer. he’d kiss your clit softly, satisfied that this was the only room left where he hasn’t made you cum…
#💌: xhdream inbox#— asterr1sk#xdinary heroes smut#xdinary heroes hard thoughts#xdinary heroes hard hours#jiseok hard thoughts#gaon hard thoughts#seungmin hard thoughts#o.de hard thoughts
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Burning Hearts Chapter 18
Pairing: Law x Straw Hat Zoan Type (named) OC
SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!
Summary: You were teleported across the globe in an instant, away from your crew. Your body was badly broken and beaten, thrust into the harsh landscape of a Northern island. You are discovered by the Heart Pirates and brought back to health. Startled upon waking up in a foreign place with an unfamiliar crew, you are shocked with the news that you’ll be spending two years there. Trafalgar Law, the captain of the Heart Pirates has made a promise to train you, but will it become something more than a mentor relationship?
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MINORS DNI 18+
Burning Hearts Chapter 18: Interruptus
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The days grew darker and colder as you approached the one year mark of being a “captive” of the Heart Pirates. As your mentorship with Law evolved into something more than just a student/teacher relationship, you yearned to feel his body closer to you. As intimate as you grew with Law, you had still yet to fully consummate your union.
It was always something.
It was like the gods themselves were stopping the two of you from taking it all the way. It was either one of you wan’t in the right mental state for it, too nervous or anxious, and when you were both feeling hot and bothered, something got in the way.
First, it was the time in the forest…
One chilly late-fall morning, you were finishing your training session with Law in the woods and you couldn’t help but turn it into an exhibitionistic make-out session. It all started when you had him pinned against the cool earth, your blades just millimeters from his heaving chest, and your black wings looming over the both of you.
His face was sweaty, chin tilted up slightly to avoid the edge of your blades… gods he looked so beautiful underneath you… you gave in to your urges and dropped your swords and gripped his face before smashing your lips on his. He sighed heavily before letting his own sword clatter to the ground so he could grip the back of your head. The kiss was needy, wet, and desperate. You had such little alone time that you couldn’t help but break your rule of never acting like lovers (or whatever he considered you to be to him) during your training sessions. You were both pent up, he could forgive you for breaking the rule just this once…
You hummed into Law’s mouth as he used his free hand to grind your hips down onto his. He smirked at your pleased reaction.
*bdbbbtbb bddbbbtbbb*
The sound of a snail ringing shattered the serenity of the forest clearing.
“Shit.” Law pulls back from you and sighs.
“Don’t answer it…” You purr into the column of his throat as you place wet kisses along it.
“No I have to get it-“
“Please honey, they can wait…” You plead as you toy at the collar of his shirt and nip at his exposed collarbones
“No I’m getting it-“ Law says as he wrestles his snail out of his coat pocket and picks up.
*click*
“What?!” Law answers, angrily. You lean back on his lap and roll your eyes. You could have sworn you saw the snail in his hand wince.
Penguin’s voice came through the speaker.
“Hey are you still with D? Can you ask her if you’re supposed to wash the whites on hot or cold. I can never remember.”
“YOU CALLED ME OVER LAUNDRY?!” Law shrieks at the snail, blowing its eyes back.
“Yeah you said if we had any emergencies we could call.” Penguin states on the other line.
“Laundry is an emergency?!” You watched as Law grew redder and redder.
“I dunno, I thought so.”
“When I get back I swear to-“ Law seethes but you interrupt him.
“Hot if it’s towels and sheets, cold if it’s clothes.” You pipe up.
“Hey thanks! See you guys back here soon!” Penguin’s dopey smile is evident through the phone. The line clicks. Law sighs and throws his head back against the ground.
“You’re probably not in the mood anymore, huh.” Law gives you a defeated smile from underneath you.
“No… not really. Plus, there’s a hill of fire ants like, 2 feet from your head.” You say calmly.
“WHERE?” Law jumps up with you on top of him and you take to the air. You laugh as you fly back to the base, leaving Law with a hat full of ants.
——
Then there was the girls night you forgot about.
A quiet Saturday evening at the base resulted in Law offering to bring some Sora comics over to your room so he could read them to you. Comic books weren’t really your thing, but you saw the faint sparkle in Law’s eyes when he pitched the date idea to you. It was so sweet, so vulnerable… you couldn’t say no.
So here you were, laid up on your pillows against the headboard. Law laid on his back too, his head and shoulders resting in between your torso and arm. You stroked his shoulder as he settled his head against your chest. He held up each comic so the two of you could see and he explained and read each panel in detail. You hmm’d and made other interested remarks as he fanboyed over his favorite series.
“Well that’s the last one I brought. Maybe later next week I could bring a few more over-“ Law caught himself rambling. “I mean, if you’re interested.”
“I’d love that, it’s a date.” You smiled as you leaned to kiss the top of his head.
Law sets his cherished comic books on your bedside table before climbing on top of you.
“Oh, can I help you, Mr Trafalgar?” You coo up at him with a smile as he hovers over you, his lips barely ghosting over yours, teasing you.
“I think you can…” Law smirks against your lips gently. He snakes his hand to your thigh, lifting up the big tee shirt you were wearing and then spreading your legs. He gently cups your mound over your panties and you hum in approval. Law feels your wet heat through the cotton fabric. “You definitely can…”
Before Law’s lips can finally envelope yours the way you’re craving, you hear a loud THUMP against your bedroom door.
“Bitch why is your door locked? You flickin’ the bean or something? Come on, it’s girls night!” Ikkaku shouts from the other side of your metal door.
Law’s eyes shoot up to meet yours again, this time in a panicked expression.
“Shit I forgot it was Saturday!” You whisper to Law.
“Fuck, I gotta get out of here…” Law says quietly before sheathing the room in blue.
It wasn’t more than a second before the weight on top of your body was lifted and you were alone in your room. You take a second to catch your breath and pull your tee shirt back down past your thighs before standing up to unlock the door.
“Sorry, sorry! I totally forgot! I lost track of time…” You apologize as you open the door. “You know how it is.”
“Yeah yeah whatever, I found this bottle of tequila under Shachi’s bed… let’s hope they didn’t backwash in it too badly…” Ikkaku says as she strolls into your room and flops onto your bed, bottle of liquor in hand. “Holy shit he was just here.”
“What?” You spin around as you close the door behind her.
“Law. He was totally just here. Oh my god I just cock blocked you!” Ikkaku’s expression was a strange mixture of sympathy and amusement.
“I-I don’t… how???” You stutter out.
“There’s comic books on your nightstand and it smells like stale coffee in here.” Ikkaku cocks her head at you knowingly. “You two were just in here making out, I banged on the door, and he freaked out over anyone knowing about the two of you so he ‘room’ed himself back to his office. Am I right?”
You sigh.
“You’re not wrong.” You hop onto the bed across from your friend and grab the tequila bottle from her hand. You pop the cork off and take a swig. The clear liquid burns the back of your throat, but it soothes the feeling of embarrassment of being clocked so harshly and the annoyance of having Law’s touch ripped away from you again.
“Damn… sorry, girl…” Ikkaku pats her hand on your knee. “Well! We’re here now, so drink up!” She tries to lighten your mood and tip the end of the bottle upwards in your hand.
“Guess so!” You smirk and take another swig.
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THEN there was the time in the kitchen…
You were walking past the galley with your laundry basket on your hip when you noticed Law standing at the counter alone, eating an orange and facing away from you. You change your course and enter the kitchen.
“I thought I’d only have to deal with the perverts on my own crew stealing my underwear… but here I am missing some again. Any chance you’d know anything about that?” You say teasingly as you set your laundry basket on the kitchen island counter.
Law turns around with his brows furrowed.
“You have crew mates who take your underwear?” Law says with a slight twinge of annoyance in his voice.
“Just the cook and a 90 year old reanimated skeleton.” You remark casually.
Law’s expression becomes even more puzzled as he tries to make sense of your comment.
“But what would the skeleton even-?” Law questions as you press your body against his and wrap your hands around his neck.
“I don’t question it, just like I’ve let you steal them for almost a year now…” You smirk and play with the hair at the back of his neck.
“Y-you don’t care that I’ve had them?” Law says quietly, looking at the door making sure it was closed and no one was coming by. “I wanted to bring them back I just didn’t know how to-“
You stand on your toes and press a tender kiss to his blathering lips.
“It’s ok honey…” You say as you pull back. “It’s kind of hot..” You smirk.
“Y-you think?” Law whispers into your lips.
“Mhmm…” you affirm as you kiss him again, fingertips still tickling the back of his scalp.
Law’s demeanor shifts from embarrassed to cockiness as he grips your ass firmly with both hands and hikes you up into his arms.
“Well in that case, I think we should take this to my office…” Law smiles and kisses you firmly, gripping your butt tightly.
Before you had a chance to respond you were dropped swiftly and your tailbone met the cold metal floor with a thud.
“What the fuck, dude?” You ask as you regain your clarity.
“Hey is anyone making dinner tonight? Woah, Daisy why are you on the floor like that? Are you okay?” Shachi rips open the door to the galley and bursts in.
“She tripped. You know how she is.” Law hurriedly pulls you to your feet before immediately breaking physical contact.
You rise to your feet and dust yourself off.
“Hah hah, yep! Clumsy me!” You feign a laugh.
“Damn, captain you should really check her out. She’s like, always falling all over the place. Maybe she’s got like, some inner ear issue or something? Or maybe those scaly dragon wings mess with her balance…”
“I will keep that in mind, Shachi.” Law says stoically.
“Yeah, another time for that examination then, I think.” You huff as you slide out of the kitchen and back to your room.
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The time in his office was different… You didn’t wait for him to return.
You had finally had enough of the tension. You wanted Law. Law wanted you. You had both made it very clear. It was time you stopped waiting for the perfect moment and make the moment yourself.
You took a long shower, taking care to wash your hair and shave to your liking. You applied lotion and perfume and let your hair dry naturally, the way that Law liked. After your shower you threw on a soft black robe and headed straight for Law’s office. It was late enough that no one else would be walking the halls.
You knocked twice to no response. You waited.
Nothing.
You knocked twice again.
Nothing.
You tried the doorknob. It clicked open.
“I should’t be doing this…” You whisper to yourself before pushing the door open. You peek your head inside and look around. The entire office was dark, including his adjoining bedroom, the only light on was the one on his desk. You were drawn to it.
“Law?” You call out into the room as you step in. You close the door behind you.
You walk to the archway leading into the bedroom. His queen sized bed was unmade, but unoccupied. You turn back to his empty office and start to move towards his desk. You sidle up next to his desk, curious as to what he was working on.
What catches your eye is a large, marked out map spread across Law’s desktop. You see large buildings on the map circled and marked with their entry and exit points. This was an island you’ve never seen before…. Flower fields marked several terraces of the layered land and cobblestones streets ran like veins across the map.
Your fingers finally reach the corner of the paper.
“Dressrosa…” You whisper as you glide your hand across the title of the map.
“Oh my god…” You pull your hands to your mouth and gasp. This was an attack strategy. Law was leaving his crew for a solo mission.
Law was planning to kill Doflamingo.
“No… he can’t…” You back away slowly from the desk, your hands still to your mouth.
With the shock of this realization you sprinted from Law’s office, down the dimly lit hallway back to your room. You swung your door open and threw yourself under your covers, breathing heavily as you tried to put yourself to sleep. How could you go on knowing Law was planning a suicide mission?
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**AN- HEY YALL Sorry this took so long! I think the big THING will happen next chapter, will probably be out Sunday? Thank you for being so patient and reading the series! LOVE YOU!**
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umemiya hajime - headcanons
• okay so we all know this mf is goofy, aloof and serious when he has to be, but I think he would def be petty and hella dramatic.
• I ?? can see him as a tutor ? idk I think he'd often have lil meetings with the students at fuurin and ask everyone if they'd need help or even put up posters for study groups. just thinking abt ume w glasses..
• two words: smug bastard. if you're on the short side, I can see him nudging you a lil bit as he picks up his walking speed because what are you gonna do with those short n stubby legs?? he'll feel bad last minute realizing how far away you are and wait for you to catch up. or just like.. empty and out of pocket play fighting. he is a big brother after all, he has an inkling to pester lowkey and he just heckles you for it.
• the town, his fellow classmates, kotoha, and his garden.. he may be particular and protective about them but I think he'd be significantly ocd about his garden and have a select few persons to water if he couldn't for some reason.
• when he's sick !! the first hc and the fourth go into this one but he's dramatic and kind of sensitive when he's not feeling his best. he'll be all comfy in his bed, snot dribbling down his nose with a fever patch on his forehead covered by his messy gray locks. you make frequent visits to see how he's doing in the mornings on the way to school and come back after stopping at the grocery store to cook him some food and make sure he's taking meds and drinking enough fluids. depending on how sick he is, you take it yourself to help him clean his place up: laundry, dishes, taking out the trash, buying him some groceries he can microwave for his convinence of not having to be up out of bed if he doesn't have the strength- little things like that. if you offer to water and watch over his plants- I hope you know what you're getting yourself into.. he'll put on his glasses like an old man and get his camera set for facetime to watch you take care of them and nit-pick. yeah, it's nice to see your pretty face but don't be hurt when he tells you to turn the camera view to the plants bc he wants to talk to them LMAO "look at those beautiful babies.. don't worry, papa will be back soon!- *aachoo*"
• last but not least !! I think whether or not he's interested in you romantically or just as a friend, I think he'd appreciate you a hundred times more if you became good friends with kotoha. like- be friends with her to be her friend. idk but she just looks so lonely :(. take her out on lil lunch or dinner dates, shopping sprees, get manis or pedis or to hang out at your place, and have matching phone cases !! and bring along miss queen tsubaki bc that will be your lil trio and make plans for concerts or more matching things. and then tell ume abt your lil trips !! he'd just smile and hold his head up with his hand, elbow supporting him on the table. "thank you for hanging out with her, I can't tell you enough how happy it makes me to see her happy and have a great friend." then would proceed to pester kotoha abt why she wouldn't have anything cutesy and matchy with him, he is her big brother after all !! 🥺
a/n: I hope you guys enjoyed!! some of these headcanons were inspired by @sunnyangy on their post abt umemiya’s hcs, check them out !!
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