jinnie-ret · 5 months ago
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carry you
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seungmin x fem!reader
genre: angst, fluff
content warnings: just angsty, smile insecurity, mention of hate comments
word count: 1.3k
summary: at a low point, seungmin finds out how much reader has been supporting him, no matter what. it fills him with a warmth that is nearly searing him from the inside, but he would have it no other way.
requested: @skzoologist
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Being an idol, Seungmin knew that he was bound to get hate, he wasn't stupid. However, when a part of him that was so natural, so pure, began to be picked apart by malicious commenters on the internet, there was no way he could control the way his brain believed it was true.
Why was it so wrong for him to smile when something made him happy? Why was it met with disgust when he simply smiled at something that made him laugh? Joy came to Seungmin just as easy as it was filling his lungs with air. It didn't matter what it was, whether he was messing around with his members or spending time hanging out with his best friend, he felt the muscles in his face twitch and his lips quirk upwards. But now, it was just as easy for his hand to instinctively cover the bottom half of his face, and it was much harder to avoid that feeling of suffocating.
Tears slowly raced down Seungmin's cheeks, fighting their way to be the first one to land on his phone screen displaying a multitude of hateful comments. The guy couldn't help himself. He purposefully searched his name, the word 'smile' and the word 'ugly' to have his new insecurity reaffirmed to him. In a sick and twisted way, he now needed validation to himself that the development of what he saw as a fault, was still circulating the internet by accounts that claimed themselves to be a stay. A part of him wished that someone could take it all away. He felt as if he had been doing so well in growing his confidence over the years of being in Stray Kids, yet he fell hook, line and sinker to just one person pointing out something about his appearance. And now, he couldn't get enough of it.
He was sat alone, curled up in the lounge of his best friend's apartment whilst she went to change into comfy clothes, or do her nighttime routine, something like that. Seungmin couldn't remember. His mind was elsewhere. Different to how he usually acted, when he'd succumb to the plush grey cushions on the luxurious sofa and end up falling asleep, he was instead fixated on the blue light from his device.
"Hey Mong-Mong," his best friend grinned as she curled up on the other end of her sofa, mirroring him close enough but not fully.
"Hey loser," Seungmin joked as he pretended to yawn for an excuse to wipe his eyes and have his face a bit red.
"You alright?" she asked in concern, acting different from her usual feisty self of fighting back against his comments.
She was always there to support him. From when he was a trainee, experiencing his first win at Music Bank, to celebrating his achievements overseas too, like when he went to the Met Gala. His best friend was always there, whether it was physically, in spirit or through an uncharacteristically cute message through text. She was a hype woman at heart, really.
"Yeah, just tired. It's so hard being an idol," Seungmin fake chuckled, removing his hands from his face yet pulling at the toggles of his hoodie to scrunch the fabric around his face more.
There was certainly some truth in that statement.
"Did Chan tell you off for calling him old again?" she smirked at him, kicking his foot til he made a sound of annoyance.
"Yah! Who's side are you on?"
His side. She always was. With valiant effort she was sure she could pull him back to the brighter side of life, so he was able to shine again, and his smile too. She wasn't oblivious. As someone who was chronically online, she was very well versed in being a Stay, and had seen other true fans upset about what they heard about Seungmin from antis, and also from how they'd seen it affect him. So, gradually, she tried to boost his mood, easing in comments about his smile amongst many other compliments she'd give him.
"I'm so jealous, Puppy. Your skin is glowing, the hair is hairing and the teeth are shining. Tell me your secrets and Jeongin doesn't have to get hurt!"
Ok so maybe she did threaten to take a pair of scissors to her Jeongin photo card, but it got a laugh out of him, even if it caused her great pain to hold a precious item at ransom.
It was later, instead of sooner, that Seungmin felt a change within himself. He felt lighter, warmer, happier. Although his bad habit had not completely stopped, he felt himself reaching out for his phone for a bedtime scroll less and less. That was all because she was there to help him not care. She really did carry him out of his hateful thoughts.
"You take care of yourself so well, look at how you've done your hair today, bright smile as always, and look at the fittttt!" she boasted about her best friend, to her best friend, standing up in front of his nonchalant form that was once again, right at home on her sofa.
She should give him a spare key at this rate.
"You want something," Seungmin rose and eyebrow in suspicion at her cheeky smile.
"Nope. No. No I don't. Why you lying Seungmin? I know you're lying," she nearly pressed her face up right against his as she theatrically and drastically changed her tone.
"Don't gaslight me," Seungmin groaned, shutting his eyes and pushing her away by her forehead.
"I would never do that," she smiled sweetly, dumping herself on the sofa.
"Stoppp! You want something, I swear," Seungmin smiled slightly, shaking his head at her antics.
"I just want my Seungminnie happy all the time," she pinched his cheeks, and just for fun she threw a little bit of aegyo in there to really harness a bigger reaction.
"First of all, never do that again. Like, seriously... that was gross. Second of all, you're asking a lot there," he leant his head back on the sofa, feeling exasperated yet humoured at the same time.
"I am. But I like seeing it. That cute smile-!" she moved quickly to pinch his cheeks again but he swatted her away.
"Noona!" Seungmin whined, still holding his arms out in front of him in pure defense.
"Aish, I'm literally a year older than you don't call me that," she shivered.
"You act just like my noona," Seungmin sighed through his nostrils.
"Hmm your noona seems smart. I miss her. I haven't seen her in ages. Maybe she'll be my new bestie," she teased him.
Seungmin laughed in disbelief, gaining a moment of peace when he saw her go quiet and just admire his face.
"Ahhh I knew it!!!" Seungmin lifted off of his seat, pointing at her in what she supposed was elation.
"Hmm? Oh you know something? That's really shocked me," she taunted him.
"Shut up, pabo. You've been trying to make me laugh this whole time!" Seungmin clapped his hands as he explained his thoughts out loud.
"Yes. And I won. Oh stays will love me so much," she started shimmying, a weird little celebration dance but Seungmin loved it nevertheless.
"Stays would think you're a nuisance," Seungmin kicked her leg lightly with a louder laugh, playfully raising his fists and pretending to try and box her.
She had been there the whole time lifting his spirits. He didn't have to bluntly say it then and there but there was a mutual understanding that she had done all she could to get him to smile and realise the beauty in such a simple thing. It was sad that people had stopped him but she had worked hard against that and was successful in the mean time.
And so the world saw the beauty in him again, that she had seen all along.
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qtboni · 1 year ago
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╰﹒ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 !
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PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader
CHOSEN DRABBLE: "He wakes up to the sight of you by his side, your gentle fingers inspecting the dressings on his wounds."
REQUESTED BY @sowlcat <3
W/C: 1.9K
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Sighing softly, Simon entered his home that he shares with you. He sluggishly took off his muddied boots outside the door, knowing how you would scold him in the morning for putting them inside. Recalling your cute frustrated face looking at him as you cutely stomp on the ground to prove your point made him chuckle.
God, was he such a soft for you.
Fatigue washed over Simon as he stood at the door to his home. His eyes were filled with exhaustion after driving hours to see you. Suddenly, he caught himself on the wall with his hand plastered on it as if in a daze. He heaved a breath, slowly craning his neck up. He spotted the bloodied knuckles and scuffs that had marked his skin. His eyes filled with regret as he realized he would be left with scars. Nevertheless, he could not help but find comfort in the thought of coming home to you.
Closing his eyes as he felt deeply exhausted, Simon thought of you and how you would never hesitate to stay up for him. You would be there by his side to patch him up in the bathroom with a thoughtful look on your face. He didn't want to disturb you, realizing that you were still curled up in your sleep. He tiptoed his steps, careful not to make a sound as he walked toward the bedroom. You meant the world to him and the thought of waking you from your blissful slumber would never cross his mind.
"Maybe I should patch myself up first, Simon whispered to himself as he slowly eased open the door. He peeked inside, expecting to see you safely tucked away in his bed, all cozy and warm. But when the door was finally opened, he was greeted with a scene unlike any other. His heart seemed to melt as he laid his eyes on you, sleeping peacefully in his bed. All trace of exhaustion was lost as a soft grin formed on his face.
Completely sound asleep in his bed was undeniably you. Your legs spread out comfortably with a large pillow between, your arms cradling another pillow, and though he couldn't get to see a glimpse of your face, he can tell you were probably snoring the night away.
Gently shooking his head in amusement, Simon walked over to you and crouched in your side of the bed. Though he has dried blood on his hands, it didn't stop him from pushing your stray hair away from your face, careful as he does not want any of the dirt in your skin.
Leaning in to you, he softly kissed your forehead and for a moment, he closed his eyes in contentment, missing your presence from all the days he was away from you. Now he was here with you. "Love you," He whispered against your hair. "S'damn much."
Simon placed a peck on your cheek so softly like a feather's touch. He just wanted nothing else but to bury himself into the softness of the blankets and sleep in your arms. Grunting, he decided he had to freshen up first before he can join you on the bed that was looking comfy as ever.
Though, begrudgingly he stood up from his crouched position and sauntered over to the bathroom. Finally entering the shower after removing his clothes, he visibly relaxed when the lukewarm water hit his tensed muscles. It felt so good that he stood under the shower head for awhile, letting the warm water massage his sore body.
After showering, he wrapped a towel around his body and let the warm steam from the bathroom envelop him. Now feeling quite better, he approached the vanity box and grabbed the tools he needed to patch himself. Bandages, gauzes, scissors, and some antiseptic liquid were all laid out infront of him.
Simon sat at the bathroom counter and carefully tended to the various wounds he had on his body, bandaging and covering them as needed. He worked with care, ensuring that each wound was properly cleaned, dressed, and protected. Despite the pain and discomfort he felt, Simon remained focused and determined, refusing to let his injuries hold him back.
After applying the last bandage, Simon made his way to the bedroom, careful not to disturb his wounds any further. He climbed into bed beside you, settling in for a long overdue night of rest. He gently wrapped his arms around you as he spoons you from behind.
With your comforting presence at his side, Simon finally allowed himself to let go of the tension and stress that had been weighing on him for so long. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, feeling a sense of peace and comfort in your arms.
Simon stirred awake from the soft voice calling out his name, the soft caress of the you fingertips waking him from his slumber. He have yet to open his eyes but still, he can fell himself lying in your arms.
You didn't say anything, your eyes were filled with a hint of sadness and concern as you continued lightly caressing the bandages and gauzes on your lover's body. You woke up quite early as you expected, but it was because of the heavy yet familiar feeling of an arm enclosing your waist.
You had excitedly opened your eyes and turned to your other side to face your now sleeping Simon. You carressed his cheeks as you feel yourself getting emotional. Simon is home. You softly left pecks of your kisses in his chest, each of them filled with love and appreciation.
He could feel how much love that were pouring out of you all over again, it made his heart burst out from so much affection that he thinks were undeserving to him. He felt his arm getting slowly grabbed at and a low coo of concern coming out of you.
Simon was confused on why you had such a reaction. But then it clicks on him. The gauzes. The bandages. He was about to recoil from your touch as to hide his ugly arms away from you to see, but the feeling of a tender caress made him stop.
"Sweet thing," You whispered, your voice soft with concern as you pressed gentle kisses to Simon's wrapped wounds, your lips lingering over each bruise and cut you saw peeping out from the bandages. "You don't deserve anything like these..."
As Simon basked in the comfort and warmth of your loving touches, emotions rushed through. He wanted to let himself cry. He knew that the kisses would not heal his wounds instantly, but the gesture meant more to him than words could say.
The feelings of love and caring that surrounded him were almost too much to bear, and he could feel the tears welling up in his closed eyes. It had been such a long time since someone had cared for him in such a way, and now, as he was gently kissed and nurtured, he felt that he could finally let go of the pain. But even as the tears threatened to fall, he tried to stifle them, afraid of breaking the calmness that had enveloped him.
As you turned to Simon, your thumbs still gently carressing his bandaged hands, you were surprised to see that he was awake. You stopped what you were doing momentarily, letting the silence fill the room.
"Hi," You cheekily whispered to him, a smile gracing your lips as your heart swells with love for the man in front of you. He's just woken up, but even the fatigue in his eyes can't erase the warmth and affection that shines through when he looks at you.
"G'morning, lovie," Simon greets as he grew more soft towards you. The tired lines on his face soften as he takes you in, and you can't help but feel grateful for each moment you get to share with him. He brought up his hands and pulled you closer to him.
As your face was against his chest, the smell of him filled your nostrils with every breath, like a comforting embrace. You felt his heartbeat pounding beneath your ear. There was a comfort in his warm presence, a sense of safety that you could never find anywhere else. He was your home.
"Thank you," Simon muttered as his arms wrapped around you even firmer as if you would flee away if he didn't. His grip held you closely, as if he was afraid to let go and lose you to the world outside. He put his chin on top of your head and inhaled deeply, drawing comfort and reassurance from your presence. There was nowhere else he wanted to be, but right here with you.
Confused, you softly asked, your voice muffled against the small space between your face and his chest, "For what?"
Simon's heart skipped a beat when he heard your voice. He couldn't believe how cute you sounded when you spoke in that sweet, whisper-soft tone.
"For this?" he murmured, tightening his embrace around you and pulling you even closer, reveling in your warm, intoxicating scent. His voice was low, almost too low for you to hear over the beating of your hearts.
You pulled away from his embrace gently and put your hands on his cheeks. He looked up at you with a sweet smile and you couldn't help but return it.
"Of course," you murmur, pulling him even closer. Showering him with affection is just a normal, natural thing for you to do, especially when he is injured. "I'll take care of you, my love. Always."
And though it's so, so hard for him to admit, he's soft when it comes to you. He's always known that you take care of him, that's your role, but today he can't shake the feeling that it's not quite so simple. He tries to say no, tries to put up some resistance to your tender, gentle caresses, but the resolve is gone before it even arrives at his throat. He submits to you, like he always has and always will, as a contented smile plays across his lips.
"I will always be here for you, Simon", you continued softly as you stroke his hair. You want to make him feel taken care of, loved and protected, and it melts your heart seeing his relief as he buries his head into your chest. You know this is where he belongs, and you both feel at peace.
Your touch brings him comfort and peace, and you can feel the tension and worry easing away from his body. He leans against you and lets out a deep sigh, his muscles completely relaxed. In this moment, there is nothing else that matters. Just you and him.
Simon presses his face against your chest one last time, breathing in your scent and feeling your heart beating steadily beneath your skin, and he is at perfect peace. The two of you are finally home, together in each other's arms, and nothing will ever come between you.
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A/N: ty bby for requesting this ! this ws so cute to write omg
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bigtreefest · 4 months ago
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watermelon juice dripping down his throat, onto his chest hair LEMME LICK
I don’t even like watermelon that much😅, but I like him. A lot. 🫣
Drip… and Lick
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Pairing: Curtis Everett x reader
Wc: idk, written in drafts, but it’s gotta be at least 1k
Warnings: um, licking, and Curtis… so, yeah 18+ only, minors DNI
A/N: Inspired by this post and some of my beautiful hoe friends @thezombieprostitute @krirebr @stargazingfangirl18 @brandycranby This is me kicking off the 300 follower summer celebration with my own mini fic. Hope you enjoy and I can’t wait for your your feedback on this one😈
Made with the prompts: a long drive together + “I’ve got something else you can lick” + [watermelon] dripping down someone’s skin
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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Curtis had wanted to have a picnic with you all summer, but your busy schedule hadn’t allowed for it. And honestly, neither had the weather. The days had been long and hot, unbearably so, with UV indexes maxed out. Stepping outside was like asking to be baked, which is why he was grateful for all the rain that hit this past week.
It was a great reprieve for everything: the grass, the garden, the sweltering temperatures. Now that the outside was actually bearable, Curtis could finally go through with his plans.
Before you got off work, he packed up his picnic basket, preparing the summer goods for you. A nice little salad, some sandwiches, and a beautiful watermelon he found at the farmer’s market the other day. He was all prepped once you got home.
As soon as you walked through the door, you were greeted by a kiss on the cheek and Curtis holding your favorite comfy sundress. After a long day at work, the last thing you wanted to wear was pants, so you went to change.
Once you emerged, hair tied up and off your neck finally and flowy dress adorned, you were ready to go. You grabbed Curtis’s outstretched hand and let him lead you to the truck where you slid up in to the middle of the bench seat.
An evening drive like this was one of your favorite things to do together. Letting the breeze flow with the windows down. Seeing the scenery of passing houses turn into open fields of wildflowers on the rolling hills.
After taking the long way around, Curtis pulled into the spot he always did at the end of the road on the back side of the airport where the two of you would lay in his truck bed to watch the planes take off and land. He hopped down out of the cab and held a hand out for you, taking you back for the cozy, yet cool setup he had made earlier.
The two of you got settled, Curtis pulling out your sandwich and handing it to you just as the sun began to reach the horizon. The sky was painted with hues of red and light purple, wispy clouds making way for the stars that would soon twinkle, framing the moon in the open sky.
You settled up close next to him, the two of you enjoying the main part of the meal as the planes flew overhead, the lights of the runway flicking on as the sky dimmed. All you could think about while you were eating was how sweet this was, how sweet he was for doing it so often for you. Curtis was a gruff, hardworking man, and with you, that prickly shell turned soft, as he used his efforts to show you his appreciation for the love and peace you brought to him. The feelings he thought he’d never have, the ones he thought he didn’t deserve. His humility and bottomless affection was all you saw, though, the deep care you held for each other tying your souls together. In this moment, you realized if he was all you had for the rest of your life, that would be more than enough, and you wanted to show that. You needed him, and could feel it start to burn in the depths of your belly: a love that you had to show, that you wanted to show, again, and again, and again, for eternity.
You climbed into Curtis’s lap, giving him a peck, your sundress falling around your legs, leaving your core settling right over him in his worn jeans. Your hands gently came up to frame his face, his beard lightly scratching your palms. Your body was growing warm against the cold evening air, buzzing with desire from the way he cared for you, the way you cared for each other.
“Thank you for this, Curtis. It’s perfect. The food was delicious, but I think I’m ready for dessert.”
Curtis’s large hands settled on your waist as he looked up at you. He could see the warmth in your eyes at that statement. It was evident this little date made your day so much better, but he hadn’t quite caught on yet to the true fire in your gaze.
“Yeah? I’ve got this beautiful watermelon. Thought that would be nice and refreshing.”
He looked up at you with the softest features, eyes switching between yours, looking for approval. Your thumbs brushed over his freckled cheeks, more prominent from the summer sun, as you nodded with a breathy giggle.
“Um, yeah. That sounds good.”
He beamed up at you, turning to the side to pull out the fruit before he went still. He hadn’t cut it. Or really even brought anything to cut it, unless you counted the flimsy plasticware the two of you ate your salads with. He looked up at you with big eyes as you laughed again, catching on to what happened.
“Hold on, give me a second, I can fix this. You don’t mind if it’s not perfectly cut, right?”
You shook your head, curious to see what he could possibly have in mind. He turned the watermelon upright as he grabbed a plastic knife, adjusting it in his hand so it seemed stable enough. He raised his hand, stabbing the edge of the utensil into the tough rind. That obviously wasn’t doing much, but it did enough. You watched as Curtis’s thick, yet surprisingly nimble fingers widened the nick into a gap as he put both hands in and pulled, the robust fruit splitting in two as some juices leaked out. As did yours, as you felt a flush of arousal at the show of brute strength. So casual, he probably had no idea what he was doing to you.
If that knife was any indication, there probably wasn’t a good way to get the flesh out, either, so he opted to just keep with his bare hands, scooping out a piece to feed to you. You opened your mouth, eyes never leaving his as your lips surrounded his thumb and pointer finger. The juice from his hand ran down his thick forearm, over the hair that covered it. As he moved to pull away, your hands quickly snapped to stop him, eyes still locked. You dipped your head to the drop that had trickled down, now about to reach his elbow, and stuck out your tongue, tracing the path of watermelon juice up to his palm, all the way back to his fingers, sucking them and releasing with a pop.
Curtis watched in real time as your pupils blew wide and you began to unbutton his linen shirt before reaching over and grabbing your own piece of watermelon to feed to him. Oh. That was where this was going. How did he not see it before? He was never going to slice a watermelon again, but he planned to get a lot more before summer was done. And he’d gladly pay a fortune to get them out of season if they made you react like this.
You popped the piece in his mouth, watching as the juice dribbled down his chin, and down to his neck, over the course hair of his chest. You pulled back slightly, watching the stream right next to his nipple, and you ducked down again and flattened your tongue against the firm warmth of his chest, circling the peak before tracing up again, tongue being deliciously scratched until you reached the smooth, slightly salty skin of his neck, dressed with the humidity and a thin layer of sweat.
You pressed a kiss to his jugular as he swallowed the sweet fruit, his lips parting in a gasp, waiting for what you were going to do next. The fire in his eyes grew, though, to meet yours, as his awe-struck, enamored look turned into a smirk. Curtis finally spoke up in a strained, deep voice, silky with seduction.
“You know, I’ve got something else you can lick…”
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Bonus A/N: for your fantasies, brandy bean. Eat your heart out.
Taglist: @hawkeyes-queen @ronearoundblindly
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daenysx · 7 months ago
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requesting for one 1k celebration (ik it's late and it's totally okay if you decide not to write it, congratulations on it anyway!!) but rockstar!reader with either fan or bodyguard!james??? idk, take this any way you want, i'm giving you the wheel
i loved this request so much and i tried my best so hopefully you'll enjoy!! thank you for requesting, love u♡ you can send james potter requests if you have one!
bodyguard!james potter x rockstar!reader, you and james can't keep your feelings secret anymore
brave enough
you like the hotel room but it's boring to spend all night in.
the concert was quite satisfying and it went smoothly. you know you're getting more and more popular each day; followed by paparazzi almost everywhere, interviewed by important channels that people talk about on twitter, having fan accounts on instagram. you feel a sense of joy and fear at the same time. it's scary to be famous but you enjoy sharing your songs with people, you like the way their eyes shine when you start singing. most of the time you think it's worth being a bit scared.
this is where your security team joins the picture. you are being protected by a team of bodyguards, they are silent but effective. sometimes you feel too important when you walk into a crowded space with the team covering everywhere but most of the time it doesn't feel normal. it feels so silly to be needing protection unlike a normal person. you should be past that. you should realize your position in this world as a famous rockstar and probably should be grateful to these people who never let anything bad happen to you.
shaking redundant thoughts away, you put on some comfy clothes, a pair of shorts and an oversized shirt. you only take your wallet and your phone before leaving the room, airpods tucked nicely in your pocket just in case. you check how you look on the mirror at the bathroom and the sight is just like you imagined, exhaustedly happy with a crooked smile and tired eyes.
you knock on the door across yours. you are sure james will open it in two seconds. he does that exactly but the sight in front of you makes you look at your shoes shyly without thinking- he's shirtless.
"hey." james says, casually. "something wrong?"
he's always asking that firstly, the head of your security team. he's huge, all muscles and tall, you have seen too many comments on instagram saying how hot he looks. well, he does. he really is good looking, you'd have to be blind to not realize it. he has lovely eyes and a big smile when he tries to be comforting, huge hands and a perfect chest. james potter is someone's dream guy, you are sure of it.
"no." you say, eyes still looking anywhere but him. "nothing, i just- i got bored, thought maybe we could go out. you can put on your shirt- if you want, i can wait."
james takes a step back to let you in. you follow his lead, the room smells like his cologne and hints of aftershave. it's making your legs shaky, you sit on the couch as he takes his shirt from the bed and puts it on.
"you wanna go out?" he asks with a gentle voice. things with him has always been this sweet, not like a regular boss-employee relationship. you know he cares about you, he's like a friend who's always been around, who you can always fall in love with if you ever take that dangerous step.
you nod at his question. he puts on his glasses and looks like himself again. "i wanted some fresh air, and i'm a bit hungry. maybe we can get chicken nuggets from the place in the corner?"
james thinks about it for a moment. it feels weird, like you're asking for his permission to go out but it's far from the truth. you need james's opinion before leaving a secure place because he knows the best. he knows the danger, the press, the paparazzi. if he says you should stay in, you probably should listen. still, you're hoping he'll say yes to going out with you.
"i'm sorry, sweetheart." he says. "i think we should stay at the hotel tonight."
"yeah?" you ask. you can't help but feel a bit upset, you are tired because of your busy schedule but you want to hang out sometimes. you want to be anywhere you want any time without worrying. it would be so nice, to be out with james, just eating and drinking. you could tell him all about your new album. you could tell stupid jokes to him, you could make him smile. now that your voice sounds sad, james flinches just a little bit. he comes to your side with a few short steps.
"i'm really sorry." he says. he kneels in front of you to make an eye contact. "you just had a show and i think it's better if we stay out of sight for now."
you nod, give him a smile to let him know it's okay. "i'll go back to my room then. you should get some rest, you've been working all night long."
you stand up to go but james is quicker. he holds your hand, your fingers go lax in his palm. he is on his feet again, looking at you with a promising pair of eyes.
"do you want to stay here? we can order chicken nuggets and sit in the balcony."
the idea is tempting but you really don't want to waste james's resting time. "it's okay, james. you probably should get some sleep before we leave tomorrow morning."
"sweetheart." he says, his voice is so soft you could crumble under it. "please. would you like to spend some time with me?"
you nod this time, how could you resist his sweet voice? james orders take out as you go sit in the balcony, the night air is chill and you can see a few stars. it's quiet and nice, you close your eyes to the breeze you feel on your skin.
james comes in, wearing a hoodie. he has one in his hand too, he gives you the hoodie, hoping you'll accept. you take it, thanking him silently before wearing it. he sits next to you, comfortable silence fills the air as you wait for food. you look so pretty in the hoodie, james almost doesn't hear the knock on the door. he is quick to leave the balcony, shaking his head as if he's trying to stop thinking something he shouldn't.
he comes back with the food and two huge paper cups of iced tea. you help him settle the paper bags down on the little table, he ordered nuggets and different kinds of sauces he's sure you like. you take a sip from your drink, coldness of it gives a relief to your throat. james does the same, you both start eating silently.
maybe it'd be uncomfortable if it were someone else, just sitting and eating without saying much but this is james you are here with. no matter what the situation is his presence is always comforting and warm. you adore how cool he is, how kind.
"so," you start, breaking the silence. "did you enjoy the show tonight?"
james smiles. "of course i did. you know your way around that stage, you know? i always enjoy seeing you sing."
"thank you, james." you say with a soft voice.
"you are-" he starts, "you really are something else."
you stop drinking for a second to see his eyes. he sounds like he's confessing a big secret but it's not the first time james has complimented you, so you are not sure why his voice comes out like that.
"jamie?"
"everything stops when you sing, when you dance on the stage like you always do. i see people's faces, how they admire you, how they follow your every step. my face must look like theirs i believe, just- like your biggest fan."
you give him the loveliest smile you can manage, how dare he says such a beautiful thing? he smiles back, it's full of admiration and pride. he's proud of you, you realize. he's always been around, always been there for you. he's been fierce and brave, faced every little thing that bothered you like the strong man he is. your chest fills with something you can't identify.
"well," you wander around the words. "you're my favorite fan and that puts you in the most special place."
james chuckles, you are losing your mind. you forget everything for a second, who you are and who he is.
"james, i-"
"angel." he says. "it's okay."
he has no right to do that. he has no right to make your heart beat faster and say that it's okay. you feel like you should do something, say something to end this misery. you both stop eating, the wind passes through your hair. james still looks at you with an undeniable affection.
"i'm not trying to mess with your mind, i promise." he says quietly. "but i'm not strong enough to keep everything in me, i just- i'm sorry if i'm making you uncomfortable."
"no, no, of course you're not." you say quickly. "it's just- i don't want to be delusional, james. i don't want to imagine things."
james reaches for your hand. the short distance between you disappears as he leans for your cheek. he gives you the softest kiss, you can't breathe when he does that. he leans back into his chair, your hand still in his hand.
"you're not imagining things." he says. "i don't know if i should be brave enough to tell you something i can't take back."
your fingers move a bit, but james doesn't let go. "you should." you say, firmer than ever. "you should be brave. i believe it's in the job description."
he pulls your hand to himself, makes you stand up and fall back to his lap. your heartbeat goes faster, he holds you gently.
"i'm mad for you." he says, looking deep into your eyes. "i'm willing to take any risk if you want me to. i'd do anything to protect you, and it's not only because i'm your bodyguard."
you settle down on his lap, holding one of his hands and stroking his knuckles. "can i kiss you?" you ask, not too shy but a bit hesitant.
james nods, and he cups your cheek. his thumb rubs your jawline, you cover his lips with yours. the kiss is better than you imagine, he is the only thing in your mind. suddenly, you feel how dangerous he is; you can write hundreds of songs about this kiss, about james. he has the power to invade your mind and he isn't shy about it. he is a fierce kisser, uses his hands and lips in a way that makes you melt.
his tongue meets yours and it's the best thing at that moment. james sucks your bottom lip, he doesn't break the kiss until you pull yourself back. you press small kisses on his cheeks, his sharp jaw is prominent under your mouth. he breathes faster, the tip of his nose rubbing on your cheek.
"what if someone sees us here?" you ask, playfully. his hand around your thigh tightens.
he pushes your hair back. "it's too dark here for anyone to recognize us. do you think i'd put you in that kind of situation?"
his tone matches yours. "i think you'll have to put me in that kind of situation eventually." you say, kissing his lips again. "i'm not worried, james. i like you too much to be worried."
"i'll protect you." he says, so serious and so lovely. "i won't let anybody hurt you."
"i know, baby." you say, and james visibly loves the word baby coming out of your lips.
he can only kiss you more after that. the night is long and it's full of promises, you are both so tired to think. it will be okay, you know that. it should be okay when he kisses you like this, like you are the most precious thing in the world. you kiss him back, trying to be brave enough for his heart. for now, it's good. james will make sure it'll be better.
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lives-in-midgard · 7 months ago
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From Friends To Girlfriends
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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader
Request: Could you do headcanons for Wanda x fem!reader? Going from friends to girlfriends. [See request here]
A/N: Thank you for sending me this request for my 1K Follower Celebration. I hope you like this!
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Wanda and you immediately got along when you first joined the Avengers and have been good friends ever since.
When you realized that you have feelings for her, you tried to spend more time alone with her.
You both really enjoyed spending more time together.
Movie nights, cooking, talking all night long and training together are just a few examples.
Suddenly innocent touches felt different for you and for Wanda too.
Wanda always started to smile when she walked into a room and saw you.
One day when the two of you were together, Wanda suddenly confessed her feelings for you.
Wanda was afraid that you just want to be friends with her, but when you told her that you had feelings for her as well, Wanda was very happy.
You decided not to rush into anything and to keep it a secret for a while.
At first you were both a little shy around each other.
Wanda was the first to use a pet name.
Holding hands, asking for a kiss…
That quickly changed when Wanda came back from a mission.
You missed her a lot and ran into her arms.
She hugged you tight and told you how much she missed you too.
Then Wanda kissed you passionately without asking you and the other Avengers were surprised, well not all of them because some of them could already sense that something was going on between the two of you.
After Wanda changed into some comfy clothes, and you cuddled up in bed.
You cuddled and kissed each other.
The next day you went on date that Wanda planned.
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kyojurismo · 1 year ago
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1K CELEBRATION 🍾
‘napping together’
w/ yuuji & sukuna and if you want to add more jjk men please do 😫
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🪼 1K CELEBRATION EVENT
— yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, suguru geto, ryomen sukuna x gn!reader
— fluff, comfort, softy sukuna bc i love when he’s kind to his s/o only, geto is prob ooc but i’m trying to learn how to write for him since it’s my first time, not proofread.
— thank you for requesting jjk, i decided to add a couple of characters too bc it was fun ( and short ngl ). hope you’ll enjoy it !! <3
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YUJI ITADORI
yuji is super comfy to sleep on when it comes to take a nap together. you can easily rest your head on his chest, hugging his waist, as his hoodie functions as a pillow. he blushes a little but doesn’t hesitate to rub your back slowly as the both of you lie down with your eyes closed, drifting off to sleep. needless to say, you'll wake up with yuji lying on top of you.
MEGUMI FUSHIGURO
megumi is always super quiet when you two lie down on his bed ( or yours ). it’s not that he doesn’t like feeling you that close to him, he’s only a bit shy and is unsure about where to put his hands. you usually hug him before hiding your face into his neck, embracing his warm body. megumi is reluctant to circle your body with his arm as he stares at the ceiling, but once he does he visibly relaxes and closes his eyes. trust me, he loves taking naps with you because he gets to feel you hugging him for long.
SUGURU GETO
suguru craves physical contact so he’s always willing to take a nap with you. he can be the big and small spoon, whatever works for you, works for him. he always holds your hand while sleeping, and loves when you casually end up lying flat on top of his body, your face close to his neck. he rests his hands on your back or your waist, making sure you stay there of course.
RYOMEN SUKUNA
now i don’t exactly see him as someone who would take naps, but . . . if you insist. always and forever the big spoon, he has to embrace your body with his arms and keep you close to his, all safe. he likes when you snuggle even close to him, hiding your face into his chest or neck, kissing his skin before closing your eyes and relaxing against his big body. he sometimes plays with your hair before kissing your forehead and sleeping next to you — for a short time of course, he wakes up some time later and just let you stay there without disturbing you.
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🪼 CHECK THE MASTERPOST OF THE EVENT
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sunshinetoshi · 1 year ago
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a solid pair
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kuroo x reader (<1k words)
content (warnings): fluff
a/n: i was going to wait until kuroo’s bday to post this but i simply -cannot wait- it’s been a fat minute since i’ve written anything more than thoughts into my notes app so if this is bad i will pretend it’s not. self-confidence. also bless romcoms for making me rot for love once more.
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“I have a question.”
“I have an answer.”
“What do you want for your birthday?”
His chest rumbles in soft laughter beneath you. He hums in thought before responding, “I’m going to give a kind-of answer because I already know you’re not going to settle with me saying I don’t need anything.”
You nod your head, “You’d be correct. Like give me ideas or a price range that makes you comfy. I have a couple different ideas but I wanted to ask you.” You sat up to give him a proper look in his eyes, “Just amuse me, it’s the first birthday we’re spending together and I want us to both be comfortable with how we celebrate. It’s unknown territory,” you hold a hand out to him like you’re making a deal, “help me out here.”
He grins before pushing your hand out of the way and engulfing you into a hug. “All right give me second.” He rubs small circles into your back. “Hm.. Don’t get me anything fancy, so definitely nothing expensive. But I don’t want to say anything specific. I want to be surprised. Helpful?”
“Just barely,” you huff in a faux dramatic tone, “But yes, helpful.”
“Hey, if you really want an honest answer you could get me a rock and I’d love it.”
“A rock.”
“Yes, a rock.”
“You joke a lot, you know.”
He shook his head, “I’m not joking around, I’d love it and I’d love it because it’s from you.”
———
“Socks?” Your friend stops in their tracks.
You nod without taking your eyes off of the displays you’re scanning, “Mhm, socks.”
“Please explain before I cast judgement.”
“We’re at the mall getting socks because he has said so many times he - quote unquote - loves funky socks. And he’s always wearing a different pair when I see him so why not add to the collection?”
“Funky how?”
“Funky like his favorite pair have cats on it. As in he prefers striped or polka dot socks over plain ones. As in he complains when he has to wear plain ones for fancy events.” You smile remembering the last big meeting he had and the little grumble Tetsurou made as he put his socks on.
“Aw, I guess that’s nice then. Okay you said there was a another part to your gift?”
“Yeah, and if you’re loving this side quest you’re gonna love the next - oh! These! He loves space and these lil guys are way cuter aliens than the other socks.” You hold up the pair for your friend and they laugh in disbelief.
———
You can’t help but join your friend in laughing at yourself.
“You look ridiculous!”
“I feel it too but I need to find a good one. Just stand watch and tell me if anyone’s coming.”
You continue your search, picking out select candidates when you realize after quite a while your friend is no longer giggling at you.
You turn you turn your head and look up at them. Their grin is wide. “What?” you ask, cracking a smile of your own.
“This is too cute.”
“What is?”
“You’re squatting like a kid looking for the perfect rock to give your boyfriend because he said he’d be happy even if you have him a rock for his birthday. You’re like a little penguin and it’s really really cute.”
You give a bashful smile and go back to searching for the perfect one.
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“Did you get full?” Tetsurou gives your leg a gentle shake from the driver’s seat.
“I did.” You take in the smile on his face. “How’s your birthday so far?”
He shakes his head. “Oh man, a great day at work and a great evening with you with great food? Pretty great.” He gives a cheeky grin.
“Good,” you respond, satisfied with his answer. “But actually I have one more surprise,” you reach down to your jacket on the floor of the passenger seat - where you had been hiding his present.
You hold it out to him and expect him to giddily open it up. But he grabs it with care and takes it in. This was a softer smile than you usually see on him and when he turned to look at you you swear his eyes had a brighter twinkle.
“Thank you, really. I was serious, you didn’t have to get me anything,” he grabs your hand and gives it a squeeze. “I’m gonna treasure whatever is in this box.”
“See what’s inside first,” you give his hand a squeeze of your own before dropping it so he has both hands free.
He chuckles and begins to untie the ribbon of the box. “Dang,” he lifts the box up closer to the car light above him, “This is a nice box. This is present enough.” Back to his teasing self.
“Open it,” you laugh.
“Okay, okay, but I’m serious. I’m keeping this box. it’s fantastic.” He lifts the lid and after of beat of silence of him processing what he sees he lets out a deep laugh at the rock sitting in the box. “A rock?” He laughs again before looking at you, “I love it.” He lifts it to get a closer look, reading aloud the tiny letters you carefully (stressfully) wrote on one side of the rock.
Happy Birthday Tetsu ♡
He traces over the date and your name you also wrote. He rolls the rock in his hand, tossing it a couple times. “This is like the perfect shape too. You know what, I’m putting this on my desk, that way I can look at it everyday.” He smiles at it once more before reaches over and gives you a big warm hug, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” you giggle before bringing his attention back to the box, “there’s more - just a little something.”
He lifts the piece of paper you used to separate the two parts of your gift.
“Socks!” He takes them out and looks at the design on both pairs. “Aw I love them! Hey these are great quality, they’re thick. Look at this one with the little aliens. And this one,” he lifts the other pair, “Is your aesthetic to a T.”
“That’s what I said!” you exclaimed in excitement.
He laughed at the outburst. “Then clearly,” he put each pair on either side of his face, “We’re the perfect pair.”
And maybe it was how he appreciated the small things. Maybe it was how his jokes, though corny, always made you smile. For reasons, emotions, beyond you, you decide then that yes - he’s the one.
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hi!! given it’s been almost 2 years since i’ve written anything here i will no longer being doing taglists. ty for reading thooo <3
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sinsandsweetness · 1 year ago
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BBY I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW THAT I WAS THE ONE WHO WROTE THE BURB LINKED IN YOUR 1K CELEBRATION. THE ONE AB SUBBY DARYL?? i wrote that😩
also
💿for daryl and reader with motorcycle sex!
bby anon❤️
I loved it so much it’s in my daydream masterlist<3 I shoulda guessed it was u.
18+ under the cut
“Fuck,” your head snaps back from the grip he has on your hair. Fingers interlaced with your tresses, tugging you back towards him, forcing your head to turn and catch his mouth in a messy kiss. It’s perfect. Right there on the side of the road. The middle of nowhere. No one around to see you or hear you or interrupt you. Just you, Daryl and his motorcycle.
He has you bent over the handlebars. The end of his cock kissing your cervix with every snap of his hips against the flesh of your ass. Grunts and groans falling from his mouth with each thrust. You’re both almost fully clothed, grabbing at the leather of each other's jackets in order to close the gap between you. Your jeans are bunched up at your knees and his belt buckle is hitting the backs of your thighs with every thrust.
“Can’t- mphm- can’t believe we haven’t done this before-” he says in between grunts, his lips tickling your ear as his hands make their way under your jacket, hands wrapping around your ribs as he forces you back onto his cock.
“Dare, I’m gonna cum.”
“Wait for me,”
“Can’t,” you whine. You can try. But you know you won’t last. Not with the pace he’s going and the previous two hours of teasing and edging from the vibration of the bike underneath you, heightening the whole experience.
“Please, baby. I'm close. Just, a little longer,” he pleads, kissing down your neck, trying to slow his pace for you, yet wanting to go faster for him. To catch up. You let out a moan in your struggle. Overwhelmed by the feeling of him always getting you there so effortlessly.
“Alright,” he grunts again, speeding up real good this time. Hard, fast thrusts, jolting you forward. Brushing your sweet spot like no one else ever could. “Let it out. Come for me sweetheart. Wanna hear you.”
“Oh god,” you let your moans come out. Knowing it’s exactly what he wants to hear. And while you think you’re being loud, you’re not even exaggerating. It’s just so liberating to finally be able to cry or scream if you want to. Unlike having to muffle your sounds into a pillow with the paper thin walls of the prison back home. “D- Daryl…” your voice trails off and you squeeze your eyes shut, core starting to shake against his grip as a wave of hot pleasure shoots through you. When his hips come to a halt and you’re both breathing heavy, he rests his forehead on your shoulder. Catching his breath as he pulls out and situates himself. He slips his fingers under the band of your underwear, pulling them up and over your hips. Dampening immediately at the puddle of cum that’s starting to drool out of you. Swinging your legs around to stand, you help him to tug your jeans on before hopping on the back. Buckling up your belt before you try to get comfy.
“You’re dripping down my thigh, Dare.” You inform him, wrapping your arms around his waist.
He doesn’t answer but you know he heard you. Biting back a proud little smile. He grabs the handlebars, straightening the front tire out as he kicks up the kickstand. One hand leaving the bars to reach around and give you two little love taps on your thigh.
“C’mon, let's get you home,”
He doesn’t realize it, and it would take a few months before you even tell him, but his comment makes you smile into his jacket; because to you, being right here with him and his bike, you’re already there.
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minniesmutt · 5 months ago
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☾ ━━━━ DIALOUGE PROMPTS 1) "Did you think I wouldn't notice you sneaking out?" 2) "You belong to me." 3) "Car sex looks so much easier in the movies" 4) "Behave" 5) "Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?" 6) "Mine" 7) “I’m not jealous! its just… you’re mine!” 8) “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you’ll forget you ever met that asshole.” 9) “I don’t want anyone else. No one else can make me feel like you do.” 10) “If you refuse to make a move, I will.” 11) “i wish we had more time.” 12) “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.” 13) “Are you implying that you want to kiss me?” 14) “Bite me” “If you insist.” 15) “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.” 16) “I’m personally offended that you didn’t get me to be your fake date.” 17) “Oh my god, do that again.” 18) “You’re so in for it when we get home.” 19) “I can’t stand how they’re looking at you.” 20) “Can I at least take my shoes off before you pounce on me?” 21) “You’re my person.” 22) “Spend the night with me.” 23) “We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still horny?!” 24) “The nights still young.” 25) “You look just about good enough to eat.” 26) “I’m going to be late because you can’t keep it in your pants.” 27) “I really don’t care. You still look hot and i’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now.” 28) “Do you have to get up? I was just getting comfy” 29) “Don’t tempt me.” 30) “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?” 31) “No, i’m supposed to be making you feel good” 32) “If you turn your back on me again, you better be bending over.” 33) “I want to hear you scream” 34) “Strung up with a spreader bar is a good look for you.” 35) “Oh no. Not until you beg.”
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whoahoney · 2 years ago
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A Special Surprise
Eddie Munson x Tomboy!Reader
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Summary: Reader surprises Eddie by wearing lingerie for him… for the very first time ever.
Content Warnings: fem/AFAB reader, allusions to reader being into women, mature themes (18+) fluffy & sweet sex, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), lingerie, use of camera during sex, use of recreational drugs, light choking, mentions of degradation and pet names, Eddie refers to himself as daddy
A/N: 1k celebration oneshot for me and you 🥰😘
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :��゚. ───
Eddie Munson is obsessed with his girlfriend.
He’d never really had one before, but he knew he had the best one. He’d found the girl for him.
They’d met in a bar Corroded Coffin was performing at one night, Y/n asked Eddie if she could buy him a drink after their set, to which he replied “I’d love nothing more, sweetheart.”
Y/n wasn’t the type to hit on guys, let alone going out of her way to do so, but she knew Eddie was special, and when she noticed he didn’t have a hoard of girls swarming him after he left the stage, she felt confident enough to shoot her shot.
They’d been inseparable ever since.
Eddie loved her easy going style and personality. She wasn’t the type to dress up too much, though she did enjoy makeup every now and then. But when it came to her wardrobe she kept it pretty modest and tomboyish.
He’d never change anything about his girlfriend, ever—she was perfect, but he would be lying if he said he’d never pictured her in girlier things from time to time.
One night while they were getting ready for bed, he observed her changing into her usual big tshirt and boxer shorts—a sight he loved to see, especially if she was wearing some slouchy warm socks on her cute feet. She searched for her stray sock somewhere around the room, bending over and looking under the edge of the bed when she found it resting on top of a stack of nudie and lingerie magazines.
She raised her eyebrows and froze for a moment, unsure of what to do. Eddie left to brush his teeth and she seized her opportunity. After pulling her sock on, she flipped through the first three magazines briefly—she couldn’t help but wonder what Eddie found appealing outside of her.
Eddie had always made it sound like Y/n was his “type”, as if she were the picture of his dream girl, which she was. But his magazine collection said otherwise. All the girls on the inside of the covers were done up to the max, sex appeal dripping from everything they wore and did.
Y/n returned the ladies to their rightful place and flopped on the bed to get comfy and think. It wasn’t like she was upset, or jealous, she found the girls extremely attractive too, and the thought of Eddie jerkin’ it to fancy lookin’ ladies like those was a fun thought to save for later.
But she couldn’t help but want to know how it felt to wear something like they did and to see Eddie’s face when she did it. Every one of those girls looked like they oozed confidence, embracing their divine femininity—something she’d struggled with her entire life.
The idea was tabled when Eddie walked back through the door five minutes later, leaping onto the bed beside her to wrap her up in a cocooning hug.
He stuck his face in the crook of her neck and pressed messy kisses to the area, making her shriek in delight. “Eddie! That tickles, cut it out!” She managed through the laughter. “Sorry, babe, can’t hear ya.” He mumbled against her skin as he worked his way on top of her.
“C’mere, you.” He grumbled and dropped all his weight on top of her, wrapping his arms underneath her and pulling her flush to him and a yelp from her lips. “You drive me crazy, baby!” He growled next to her ear as he burrowed his face in her hair.
“Is it the NASCAR shirt? Is that what’s doin’ it for you?” She teased, turning to face him and burying her fingers in his hair as he huffed a laugh against her neck before pressing a kiss to it, “Baby, everything you wear revs my engine, especially when you’re not wearing anything at all.” He teased, sticking his tongue out between his teeth as he leaned up and pulled the hem of her shirt over her head.
A week later, Y/n decided the night she stayed over at Eddie’s would be the night she’d play dress up for him. She’d gone to the lingerie store in Indianapolis during a day of shopping with friends, and bought four little outfits to wear for him.
Y/n decided to keep it simple, opting for babydoll nighties and matching pantie sets of different fabrics and colors. The set she chose for this evening was a deep green silk that fell around her mid thigh, the back laced and tied closed with a silky string that was easily rendered useless with a simple pull.
Y/n would wait until Eddie was out of the shower to do her makeup and change. Her hair hung loose around her in curls, the handiwork of Nancy, which she kept up in a clip most of the day.
Eddie flopped on the bed with a content sigh, hugging her pillow to his chest and breathing deeply to take in her scent and wallow in it. She chuckled to herself and rounded the corner to hurriedly get dressed.
She quickly shrugged out of her day clothes and pulled on the silk slip, admiring the way the matching panties looked when the hem of the dress raised up and how the silk accentuated her pert breasts.
She lightly smudged on some eyeshadow and applied mascara, opting out of lipstick this go around. Y/n noticed her quickened breathing and took care to center herself, resting her shaking hands on her chest and breathing deeply.
‘It’s just Eddie.’ She affirmed, smiling at herself in the mirror remembering he'd be ecstatic when he saw her. She adjusted her hair one more time and exhaled slowly before turning the door knob and walking out into the bedroom.
Eddie laid on his back, a book obscuring his vision from her. “Hey, baby?” She asked in a voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah?” Eddie looked up and then dropped both his book and jaw at the sight of his girl in the doorway. The silk garment hugged the curves of her body perfectly, the neckline dipping oh so deliciously between her breasts.
“Jesus H Christ, Y/n.” He mumbled, scrambling to his feet to approach her, the space between them already too much. He held his hand out hesitantly as if she were art he wasn’t meant to touch. A smirk bloomed on her lips at his wandering and wide eyes, his dramatics making her blush.
“Baby, what is this?” He asked, dropping to his knees in front of her, still unsure if he should give in and touch her or if he should sit and admire her. “What do you mean?” She asked knowingly.
“You always look like a goddess, there’s never a moment you don’t. But right now, my love, oh my god. It’s—It’s a lot, you know? This green on you, I could just explode. You’re so beautiful, c-can I touch you?” He asked, scrambling to his feet and examining her face and hair as he reached for her hands and placed them on his face and chest desperately.
“Come and get me.” She mumbled, leaning into him. Eddie took no hesitation and wrapped his arms around her, hoisting her up and over to the bed to toss her onto the end of it. She landed with a flop, the hem of her skirt raising up with her landing and exposing the lace thong in the same color.
“Oh, you’re gonna make me bust before I even get to touch you. Look at your pretty little panties, baby! Are they for me? Is this all for me?” He asked—crawling over her predatorily with his eyes blown out, a crazed and hungry gleam in his eye.
“Of course it is, honey. Do you like it?” She asked, feeling indulgent and pulling the hem up until it pooled around her belly button and her panties were visible for inspection.
“Christ,” He sighed hopelessly at her clothed cunt and adjusted her legs to bend at the knees so he could touch her how he wanted, caressing the backs of her thighs and calves first and then planting wet and sloppy revelling kisses on the insides of her legs.
“Oh, princess, you smell divine.” He moaned as he inched closer to her heated core. “I never thought I’d feel so torn between getting you naked and leaving your clothes on.” He chuckled as he came up to meet her lips with his.
She moaned into his lips, delighting in the way he talked about her. “I wanna take these little things off and give this sweet pussy the lovin’ she needs.” He massaged her breast generously as he spoke against the skin of her collarbone.
“Not until I get to see you, baby.” She whispered in his ear, Eddie taking the opportunity to rid himself of his shirt and pants, leaving him in only his briefs. He kneeled at the end of the bed, his hand over his clothed cock as he gazed at his girl hungrily.
“I wanna look at you for a minute,” he whispered, palming himself through the briefs. Y/n bit her lip and grinned at him, now understanding why girls took pictures in things like these. She glanced over to the desk beside his bed and spotted the two rolled joints he prepared for them to enjoy after sex, and on the shelf above, his Polaroid camera.
“Mind if I smoke a bit before we get started, baby? It won’t take long.” She promised, knowing damn well he’s railed her with a blunt between his lips before.
“Oh, honey, I wanna watch you do everything in that little dress of yours.” He said eagerly with a twinkle in his eye, resting on his stomach with his hands propping up his eager face.
Y/n giggled and sat up, plucking the lighter and smoke from their place and laying back lazily to spark up. She laid with her knees bent, Eddie making himself comfortable by hovering between them, his stare lingering as she inhaled deeply, expanding her ribs and chest.
“Aw, man, if Mary Jane was a person, she’d look like you do right now.” He sat in awe, watching the cloud of smoke escape in thick plumes from her lips. “Can I take your picture, angel?” He asked quietly, his eyes wide with want.
She nodded and bit her lip, her heart fluttering when he leapt from the bed to fetch the camera from his shelf and looking at how much film he had left. “Perfect.” He said to himself, a smile set on his lips as he looked at her sexy frame sprawled on the bed.
She took a long slow drag, her eyes never leaving his. She smiled when she noticed him bite his lip in anticipation, “Could you put your arm behind your head like that? And—here lemme..” he reached out to fix her hair to lay around her lazily, then trailed his fingers down to the strap on her shoulder. His eyes flickered to it then her, a question in his gaze.
Y/n giggled as she took a toke and nodded behind the joint. Eddie smiled and stuck his tongue between his lips as he took down both straps and pulled down one side of the dress until her tit was almost out, nipple pebbled in the cold.
He couldn’t resist palming and tweaking it, telling himself that’d be the extent of it but then he leaned down and took it into his mouth with a groan, pulling it out and sucking it between his teeth to make her whine. After swirling his tongue around it, he released it with a pop, “Such a pretty girl..” He spoke to himself. She steadied herself by taking a hit, her eyes blissfully pink and glossy, her head already warm and fuzzy.
“Take a good slow drag, nice and thick… There we go, baby, hold it, right there.” Eddie said quietly with the camera up to his eye, raising up on his knees and towering over her to get the perfect angle as she looked into the lense with a heavy lidded stare and the joint ablaze between her lips.
She loved the thickness of his thighs between her legs and the tent he was pitching for her shamelessly. It took everything in her not to nudge it with her foot or lean forward and grab it with her hand and take him right there, but Eddie wanted his photo session and he was gonna get it.
The flash went off once, Eddie catching the picture it spat out and set it on the table next to them. “Okay, baby, exhale for me.” He said, positioning the camera again but reaching out to pinch her nipple fast and hard so he could get a shot of her face wrinkled up in a moan as the smoke curled out of her open mouth.
He caught the second picture and set it with the other, “Shit, I’m so excited to see these, honey, you’re stunning, like—like my own little doll or something, like—“
“Like your girls in the magazines under the bed?” She asked with a blissed out grin and a playful lip between her teeth. Eddie froze, sitting back on his calves. “Holy shit, you saw those? Baby, I can explain—“
“No, no, no, Eddie, it’s hot. Like, so, so hot… to see what you look at…I know you like me. Fuck, I know you love me. I know you can’t get enough of me, but I wanted to—to wow you, to knock your socks off, to give you something for you to think about when you visit your little ladies under the bed, you know? And now, with these pictures.. I dunno, it’s exciting.” She shrugged with a blush, feeling shy behind the joint she puffed.
“Oh, baby… my perfect girl..” His gaze trailed down her body and back to the space between her legs that was now covered by the green silk that draped between her thighs as she sat. Eddie carefully slid his hand up the expanse of her thigh and let it disappear under the fabric around her hip; pushing the hem back up to fall around her waist. He stroked the skin around her panties making her shiver and rock her hips involuntarily into his touch as sparks rippled from her core to the rest of her body.
“Now that I know how fun it is to dress up for you I dunno if I can stop here..” She preened, biting her lip as his eyes lit up. He stroked her inner thigh and set the camera to the side.
“Oh yeah? What’s next?” He took her hand and kissed each of her finger tips, taking the last into his mouth and licking slightly before nipping at it.
“Y’know, dresses, skirts, cropped shirts, low cut sweaters, maybe a tube top in the summer?” She said coyly looking at his rings, rotating a couple of them as she spoke. Eddie’s eyes softened at her words, “Baby, you know you don’t have to change for me, right? I—I love your style, I love your baggy shirts and converse, just cause the magazines are all—“
“No, Eddie, you don’t understand.” She said, sitting up to get rid of the distance between them. “Those clothes are my safety, yeah, they’re comfortable, I like them. But you make me feel so confident, and sexy, god… you make me feel like..everything and I wanna embrace that part of myself now, finally.. starting with this.” She said, putting his ringed hand on her throat and leaning back into the pillow.
“I want this one to have your rings in it, if that’s okay.” She asked softly as Eddie climbed up eagerly to grab the camera. “Oh, yeah, baby, but uh—“ he unclasped his hand from her throat to free her breasts, pushing the top of the dress down to her waist. “There, perfect.” He whispered, placing his hand back where it belonged.
It didn’t take him long to find the angle he wanted, capturing her lips and chin in the frame with his ringed knuckles directly below, his forearm directly between her pert breasts that shined in the flash.
The realness of the situation hit Eddie with another wave of heat rushing to his cock that he palmed through his shorts. “Oof, baby.. okay, time to get rid of these pretty little things—need to see her.” Eddie said, hooking his finger under the stretchy lace and tugging down lightly until she obliged him and raised her hips.
The sudden air exposure sent a shiver down her back, the little kisses he planted on the inside of her thigh sending an extra jolt to her stomach before she laughed lightly around the joint.
Eddie stretched out at the end of the bed on his stomach, slipping his shoulder and arm under her hitched leg to resume his affections.
“Eddiee…” she groaned quietly, smoke escaping her lips as she did. Eddie’s eyes darted up to hers as he moved his lips at an achingly slow pace up her thigh. When he didn’t answer or move closer, she knew he was going to take his sweet time until she was a pathetic begging mess.
But tonight she was going to challenge it.
“Baby, I wanna hear you…” he said in an almost whine, another surge of pleasure sent to her core. Y/n gasped, closing her lips around the joint, sucking a thick cloud of smoke into her lungs to set before she leaned forward and jerked Eddie up by his throat, something that caught him delightfully by surprise based on the moan that came rolling out of his mouth as she connected their lips to blow the delicious cloud into him.
Eddie wrapped his arms completely around her, pulling her to him and turning it into a sloppy kiss, easily. Y/n set the joint in the ashtray and placed her hands on his face and in his hair as she settled on his lap.
Eddie moaned at the warmth of her bare pussy on his crotch, the only thing separating them being the fabric of the Calvin Klein briefs she bought him. He wasted no time in grazing his hands up the length of her thighs and up her back, relishing in the nakedness of her body under the thin silk.
Eddie’s eyes were darting everywhere, not able to decide where he wanted to pay the most attention to at the moment. “So pretty..” he mumbled to himself as he tucked his face into her chest, mouthing at the plush of her breasts.
The top of the dress fell further down in between them, flopping over the flared skirt around her waist. Eddie grazed his fingers along her skin on the way around to her breasts, pinching and rolling one nipple while massaging the fat of her other breast. The rolling warmth built inside her stomach. Eddie sighed, a smile working its way onto his face as he watched his girl writhing in his lap.
“You’re always so pretty, baby. Can’t believe you’re all mine..” he said to her lips in disbelief, tugging the waistband of his boxers down to free his dick. 
“Eddie, please.” She rolled her hips against his, a groan rippling from his lips as she did.
“You want me to fuck you in your pretty dress? ‘S that what you want?” He smirked, sliding his hands under her thighs and pushing them back towards herself, her back falling on the bed.
Y/n nodded, the high of both the weed and Eddie taking residency over her thoughts. “That’s exactly what I want, baby—“ she whispered before he cut her off with a kiss, melting into one another’s touches as though they hadn’t been together in years.
Eddie hiked her leg around his hip, squeezing her bum and groaning at the decadence of her soft body. Eddie wrapped his arm around her shoulders to keep her close, her breasts bouncing as he wriggled his arm underneath her. “Y/n, you don’t understand.. you don’t—fuck, you don’t get what you do to me.” He grunted, tugging his cock to push into her gradually.
Y/n gasped and threw her head back at the building pressure in her core, the spot he filled the best. “Eddie, you’re everything to me.” She sighed as he settled into her, bringing her in for a forehead kiss before devouring her lips.
“Say it again?” He preened, rocking in and out at a steady and slow pace.
Y/n opened her eyes and caressed his face, “You’re everything to me, Eddie.” She said, the sentiment paired with her sultry voice sending a shockwave through him as he groaned and went faster.
“Ahh, shit, baby,” he said after a moment, “I’m not gonna last, I gotta stop.” Eddie panted on his forearms, pulling out and sitting back on his calves, his hands finding her bent knees to rest on.
“This is for you, you don’t have to stop, baby, don’t!” Y/n urged him in a whisper, desperate to feel him in between her legs.
Eddie focused on catching his breath, pecking sweet kisses on her legs in the meantime as he made his way down to her core. “I know, baby, I know, I know,” He said mindlessly through kisses, “It wouldn’t be my night if I didn’t get to taste you, though.” He mumbled into her thigh before setting his plush lips around her clit and sucking lightly.
“Oh, fuck!” She cried out, her hips bucking into his face, giving him a good chuckle, the vibration of his hums against her driving her wetter and wetter. He started achingly slow, licking around the spots she needed him the most to get her started. Eddie’s eyes fluttered closed, like he was a starved man eating a warm meal after coming inside from the first freeze of the winter.
Y/n loved how he looked when he went down on her, it was almost reverent in a way. She loved the way her legs laid over his shoulders, the way his hair fell when he raked his nails through it to push it out of his face, the way his fingers gripped her thighs; she never wanted to forget him this way.
Y/n gasped when he sucked again unexpectedly, her eyes flashing back down to his that were now open, the warm brown boring into her, speaking to her by widening or blinking slowly, telling her ‘I hear you, gorgeous, tell me how much you like it...’
Instead of answering, she reached over to the camera that laid beside her, breathing carefully through a shudder and putting it up to her eye. Eddie’s eyes had fallen closed during the worship, his rings on perfect display, and his tongue working endlessly until she could cum for him. Y/n quickly pressed the button, the flash going off right before he opened his eyes with a playful smile, “You think I’m pretty, baby?” to which she replied with a pathetic whine and nod of her head as he resumed his attack on her nerves.
He hummed into her, his smile reaching his eyes that watched her writhe, smugness flooding his ego as he ate. “That’s it, sweet girl,” he panted with a lick of his lips, smearing her wetness over his fingers and her folds before sinking two of his fingers into her slit.
He watched her face intently, waiting for her eyes to roll back in her head right before his favorite little sound slipped out—a sound that always embarrassed her ‘cause it ‘sounds too porny’ but Eddie didn’t share that feeling at all; Eddie craved that sound. Eddie had dreamt of making a video with Y/n for a long time now, solely to be able to have that sound recorded forever and ever.
Eddie didn’t hold back when it came to his mouth in sex, if he was kissing, he was speaking against her lips, if he was eating pussy, he was grunting and moaning, rutting mercilessly into the bed until he came. If he wasn’t using his mouth at all, devoting his hands and body to making her feel euphoric, his mouth would find her ear and mutter the best things she’d ever heard.
Sometimes it was praise: ‘I missed my sweet girl, been thinking about stuffing this sweet pussy all—fucking—day..’
‘Baby I’m so proud of you, taking me so well, you’re so good, so good, so good.’
Or sometimes it was degrading in the most delicious ways: ‘Oh my god, baby, you look like—like such a pathetic little slut on my cock right now.’
‘Beg for it, whore, I wanna hear that pretty little mouth before I cum.’
‘You’re mine? You’re my little whore, huh? Such a good little whore for daddy.’
Eddie’s voice might be her favorite thing during sex, the only man she’d want to feel objectified by, and he knew it and loved it; it made him feel special.
Y/n concentrated on the popcorn ceiling, thinking she could keep herself under control until Eddie shook his head vigorously back and forth, scrubbing his nose against the bundle of nerves that sat atop her slit. Y/n’s eyes flashed open as her back arched off the bed and her hands found his hair, pulling him into her as she rode out her high against his face the way he loved.
Like a mumble, she could feel and hear his satisfied laughter as she used him this way. Suddenly the laughter was gone and she felt his tongue laid out flat against her lips for her to ride out the rest of her orgasm on, the fading intensity suddenly back full force and ripping a careless scream from her throat as she released, “Oh, fuck me! Fuck me—fuck me, Eddie!” She urged him, nodding at him to get on top of her and fuck her until he was done.
“You’re so good for me— so perfect, baby.” He mumbled as he crawled over her and lifted her right leg back over his shoulder, keeping his left hand on her knee and stroking it lovingly.
Y/n reached for his cock in between them to put inside of her, her cunt weeping to be filled again. “Cum here.” She said seductively, pulling him to her gently. Eddie shivered at the innuendo and smiled when he felt his tip hit her opening. “You sure?” He whispered, his forehead falling against hers. Y/n tilted her chin up and pressed her lips to his with a sweet little moan that melted him.
He sank back into her, a moan pouring from his mouth to hers when he reached the hilt. They sat for a moment, Eddie running his hands undecidedly up and down her thighs.
“You really want me to cum inside?” He asked in quiet disbelief as he began his slow thrusts. She nodded lazily, her hands finding the tops of his and stroking them softly, “I want you to, Eddie, please?” She asked in a breathless whisper as he began to quicken his strokes, an illicit grunt slipping from him every once in a while as the sound of their skin slapping together and the sounds his girl made for him.
“Please?” She asked again, knowing how much he loved it when she was vocal. “Please—fuck—Eddie, I know you want to cum in me, I want it so bad—wanna feel you...” She whined for him, relishing in the way his jaw dropped and his eyes fell closed as they rolled back into his head, his cock spurting his release inside of her, something they’d never done until this night.
He thrusted until he was completely milked of his cum, leaning forward and crushing her body with his as he wrapped his arms around her and breathed deeply into her pillow next to her head. “Jesus H Christ, baby. Oh my god.” He panted, his back heaving with each breath.
He turned his head to her and smiled like it was the first time he’d seen her tonight, the sweet glitter to his eye had replaced the sultry and hungry gaze that had bore into her not long ago. “Thank you, precious.” He whispered, leaning his body to the side so they could turn and face one another, her leg still thrown over him. He smiled at her and pressed three quick kisses to her lips before standing, still butt naked as he walked to the bathroom to fetch a towel.
He returned quickly, his smile never leaving as he wiped himself up and then tentatively handed the towel to her, unsure if he’d make the overstimulation worse if he cleaned her. Y/n made quick work of cleaning his mess in her, his hungry gaze returning as she did.
After she tossed the towel to the side, Y/n picked up the top of the dress and began to tie it back properly as Eddie’s hand snaked up her leg to feel the softness of her flesh again. He sat admiring her, watching her struggle to lace the back. “Can I be of any help?” He asked quietly with adoring eyes.
Y/n looked back to him, pausing her efforts and smiled, shifting herself and moving her hair to accept his assistance. Eddie quickly sat up and threaded the silk string through the loops easily, tying his best bow with his tongue peeking between his lips and his eyebrows crinkled in concentration.
Y/n stole a peek at him in the mirror, smiling at her love and the way he looked now compared to when she met him a couple years ago. His hands trailed down her back and around her sides to pull her back into his chest, laying them down to spoon.
They sighed, settling into one another and enjoying the silence. After a moment, Y/n turned to look at him over her shoulder, their noses touching as “You’re so beautiful.” slipped from their lips at the same time. The pair chuckled and pressed their lips together sweetly, her hand coming up to cup his cheek and keep him there longer. Once, twice, three times more.
“Thank you for my gift.” He pulled back and kissed her shoulder and back of her neck, a smug smile stretching across her tired face. “Oh that was just the first, Eddie. I couldn’t buy just one outfit, who do you think I am?” She teased as his eyes bugged out of his head. “You mean there’s more of these somewhere??” He scrambled to sit up and look down at her with urgency. She raised her eyebrows teasingly and stayed silent as she shrugged, “You’ll just have to be a good boy and wait til tomorrow..” She taunted as his excitement grew.
“Baby, look at our pictures!” He exclaimed as he looked over at the table beside them. Y/n’s confidence swayed a bit at the thought of the pictures now being developed, worried she wouldn’t look nearly as hot as Eddie thought at the time.
“Oh my fucking god.” He groaned, then flipped the picture around for her to see. Y/n winced at seeing herself in such a compromising position, though she couldn’t say she didn’t find it hot. She had no words to say, though Eddie could definitely sense her energy was different now. “You okay? Y’know we don’t have to keep these if you don’t like them.” Eddie said quietly, putting the pile of pictures face down on the bed and sitting back down next to her to get a reading on her head space.
“No, no, I just—It’s new. Like the clothes. You know? I’ve never seen myself, uh, in the middle—um, like that. Before. Is all.” She struggled, trying to put off nonchalance while Eddie just nodded and smiled softly, adoring the many sides and complexities of his girl; how innocent and sometimes prude she could be and how fiery and confident she could be in the moment when no one else was around, he loved that he got to be apart of this exploration of hers and that she trusted him enough to be apart of it and dominate her when she felt like it.
“I want you to keep them, baby.” She nodded after a moment, her voice quieter but more sure. “I wanna see the one I took of you though.” She nodded at the stack. Eddie's cheeks heated up as he handed her the three pictures.
She flipped through the three of her, the images not bothering her as much as they were shortly before, and placed them behind the last picture, her very favorite. “Oh, my..” she whispered, her heart skipping a beat at the shot of her boyfriend’s mouth attached to the apex of her thighs, the green silk gathered at the edge of the scene, and his bangs covering his eyes as the rest of his hair laid around his pale shoulders and her thighs.
“I love this one.” She bit her lip and looked at him leaning on his side, still naked and looking like a Greek statue without even trying. Eddie snorted and shook his head, pulling the sheets over his lower half as he began to understand the embarrassment she felt about herself, looking at his eyes shut and blissed out.
“Then you keep that one and I’ll keep these.” He smiled to himself greedily, snatching up the three others and holding on in each hand. “Oh, are you gonna put them with your other girlfriends?” She teased with a smirk and a nudge to his elbow.
Eddie rolled his eyes and laughed, unable to resist ducking under his bed and grabbing up the stack. “Y’wanna be properly introduced?” He asked, his smile widening at her dropped jaw as he plopped back down next to her.
“I mean, I’m not gonna turn that down… As long as I’m your favorite, of course.” She joked.
Eddie's eyes widened, “Oh my god, baby of course you are, Y’know I haven’t even looked at these things in forever, ‘cause I barely even use my fist anymore and when I do I have so much material stored up in my head of you that I don’t even w—” He stroked her shoulder with care, his worried eyes searching hers as he babbled.
“Eddie, honey, baby, I’m kidding! I’m so kidding, I was just messing with you, show me! Show me the girls! I haven’t gotten to really look at one of these yet since I figured out I’m even into girls.” She explained casually, another revelation making Eddie’s eyes bug out.
“You mean I get to show you your first centerfold? And from my very own collection? I'm honored, babe, really.” He smirked and adjusted himself, his member suddenly becoming uncomfortable again.
“Y’know you could be in one of these so easy?” Eddie asked as he handed the magazine over to her, the edges of the pages crinkled from handling through the years. He went back to his newest additions, his eyes scanning every inch of the Polaroids in awe at the detail captured of their moments.
“Do they have names? Do you have favorites?” She asked in succession, her eyes glimmering in intrigue as she flipped through the pages as if it were the latest Vogue. Eddie looked over at his lady, sighing dreamily at her current position, hoping he saw her like this more often.
“I, uh, I think some of them do. Most of them I don’t like so I just give them new ones.” He revealed through an embarrassed smile threatening his pink cheeks. Y/n gasped in a smile, looking from Eddie to the girl she was currently studying on the page.
“What about her, huh?” She asked, looking over the tissue thin, powder blue nightgown the model donned, the hem rucked up around her waist, her fingers buried inside of herself and her nipples piercing through the material, her straps slipped off her shoulders with her head thrown back in a wantonous moan.
Eddie’s cheeks burned red, “Uh, I call her Roxanne.” He tapped the page. “Eddie.. not —‘rooooxaaannee you don’t have to put on the red light’ for real??” She giggled relentlessly against the pillow, Eddie unable to help but join in.
“I know, I know, but c’mon look at her face! Her vibes? She’s more of a Roxanne than a Krystal, wouldn’t you agree??” He asked, pointing out her ‘real name’ in the small write up.
Y/n nodded, “Oh yeah, definitely not a Krystal. I’ll let you have it, she’s a Roxanne. But if you have any more girls named after songs I’m going to give you hell.”
They flipped through a few more pages, stopping to make notes about their names, positions, or outfits, Eddie getting excited when he heard there were both a lavender and a powder blue set waiting to be worn for him from her trip to the mall.
“Wait, what’s this?” She asked with a smile of disbelief on her face as she looked at the page the book seemed to lay open flat to the easiest. The girl in the picture had a similar body type to Y/n, the hair almost identical. The model was in the middle of undressing from a soft pink number, the dress falling from her frame as she stood in front of a luxurious bed, assumingly preparing to get the brains fucked out of her.
Except, unlike the others, there was a black spot scribbled over the model’s face.
“Oh, uh, t-that’s Y/n..” He swallowed and looked in her eyes, hoping she wasn’t weirded out. “And why is her face gone?” She laughed, still not understanding her boyfriend sometimes.
“Well, I got this a little before we started dating, and then when we met, I honestly thought I’d seen you before. I couldn’t figure it out, but when I got home that night and gave this a look through, I figured it out,” he nodded with a tight smile on his face, “Everything about her was you except her face, now don’t get me wrong, she’s nice and all, but uh, I couldn’t resist covering up her face one time—I was thinking about how were making out the night we met, you remember that? And she just looked so much like you but not enough so then I just..put my thumb over her face for a sec and.. then it was you and… then I hadn’t cum so hard over a magazine since I was in, like, middle school, so I just whipped out a sharpie and made a modification and then she became my favorite.” He smiled, kissing his girlfriend's forehead and wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
“—Until you actually called me, then I kicked the magazine to the curb and fucked the shit out of my fist that night.” He chuckled at the shock flashing across her face.
“That was the most awkward phone call in the history of first phone calls, and you’re telling me you jerked off when we hung up?” She asked in amusement, yet not surprised. Everything they did turned him on.
“C’mon, your voice is hot as hell over the phone—oooh, phone sex! Now that’s an idea!” He said leaning back and looking through his new pictures again, squeezing her exposed thigh, and feeling satisfied with himself.
“Now, tell me more about these other outfits… are any of them… pink?” He asked with his best nonchalant curiosity, his hand slowly inching back up her thigh to play with her under her pretty dress some more.
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🔥; steve + a kink (please don’t request any kinks that i don’t write for > stated below)
steve + dumbification kink(if u are comfy with it ofc <3)
request #2 for ivy<3 (first time writing this kink so i hope it’s okay!!🥺)
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
word count: 1.2k
warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, fingering, overstimulation, dumbification kink, dom!steve and sub!reader vibes, this is really filthy and i’m not sorry
taglist: @sweetiestevie @dukesmebby @sw34terw34ther @sweetbabygirlsworld
1k celebration
You were almost at your third orgasm of the night. Your clit throbbing from the constant stimulation, your limbs tired and your body wrecked. You wailed below Steve, unable to string together a coherent sentence.
“What’s the matter, baby? Can’t get your words out, huh?” Steve mocked, fingers pumping in and out of your pussy cruelly.
You could only muster a high-pitched whine and a moan of his name, “Steve,” you cried. Fingernails clawing at his bare shoulders, crescent shaped marks left in your wake, “please.”
“Please?” He asked, his thumb rubbing at your clit now, “Please what? Tell me what you want and I’ll let you cum.”
“I, uh, fuck!—“ you whimpered, the pressure in your stomach was too much. A sweet twist and pull of your insides, “Want you.”
Steve chuckled and your eyes grew glassy, “C’mon honey, you can do better than that.” He stated simply, “Tell me what you want.”
You gnawed on your bottom lip, chest breathing deeply as you tried to pull yourself together to give Steve the answer he was so calmly waiting for.
“I want, oh shit,” you moaned as Steve curled his fingers in a particular way that had you melting beneath him, “your cock, Steve, fuck yes, I want your cock.”
“Good girl.” He mused, fingers still brushing against that spot, thumb still rubbing at your clit, “Want me to fuck you dumb, huh? Fuck you so deep you forget how to speak?”
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the filth that was coming out of his mouth. Pussy clenching around his fingers, you were about damn near ready to burst, your third orgasm rolling over your spent body.
“Yeah, yes,” you wailed, “pleasepleaseplease.”
Steve smirked down at you as he continued to fuck his fingers into you. You writhed against the sheets as your back arched into his touch, body shaking from the overstimulation as you closed your legs around his hand.
He waited until you stilled to remove his fingers, lips coming to brush against your cheek, moving to pepper kisses along your bare shoulder. Steve moved a little more gently this time, knowing you were a little more wrecked than the last one.
Steve removed his boxers before settling between your thighs again. Cock hard and thick, tip a pretty pink and leaking beads of pre-cum. He spat in his hand before pumping himself a few times, smothering his cock in the saliva.
He lined himself up with your puffy pussy, tip teasing your entrance. Steve’s large palm came to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing over the skin softly, “Ready, angel?”
It was funny, you thought, how easy it was for Steve to switch from cocky and teasing to soft and gentle. But it wouldn’t last, you knew that, not with the mood it seemed he was in tonight. You nodded nonetheless.
Steve pushed his cock inside, inch by inch until he buried inside you to the hilt. You both groaned out at the stretch, your velvety walls swallowing his cock so tightly.
“Oh, fu-uck,” Steve groaned, drawing out the last word. He gripped your hips tight as he hung his head, his hair flopping down into his eyes, “pussy’s so fucking tight.”
Your pussy fluttered around Steve’s cock, your hands fisting the sheets either side of you as he began to roll his hips against yours. He started slow but deep, hips snapping against with a slap, Steve’s heavy balls brushing against you with every stroke.
You felt so full. Steve’s cock was fat and filling you up just right, the tip brushing against that spot within. Your head felt light and fuzzy, thoughts too overwhelmed with how fucking good Steve was making you feel. The only thing on your mind was Steve Steve Steve.
“Does that feel good, honey? Like it when I fuck you hard and deep?” Steve breathed out, his eyes dark and lustful.
He towered over you, holding himself up with his hands either side of your head. His forehead came to rest against yours, his cock fucking in and out of you at a unrelenting pace.
You couldn’t muster any kind of coherent response, your breath shaky and voice raspy from how loud Steve was making you. So you whined and whimpered, crying out strings of curses and mumbles of the boy’s name.
“Shit, baby, I’m barely getting started and you’re already all fucked out, hm?” Steve wrapped his fingers around your jaw, thumb rubbing across your bottom lip.
Wrapping your lips around his thumb, you sucked. Eyes fluttering closed as Steve continued to thrust into your sopping cunt hard, a strangled moan humming from the back of your throat.
Steve groaned at the feeling of your tongue lapping at his thumb, jaw slack and mouth hanging agape, “Like it when I fuck you stupid, yeah? Pretty little thing.” Steve moaned gruffly.
The boy grins when you can only strangle out a whimper. Your eyes turned glassy, your insides twisting at how his cock was bullying your pussy. You huffed out a whine as Steve brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing messy circles into the nub as you clenched around him.
Your nails nug into Steve’s bare biceps, surely leaving him with scratches in the morning. You garbled out a noise, a half moan, half wail as his thumb kept at your clit, “S’too much?”
“Steve,” you whimpered, back arching off the bed pushing your tits against his chest, “please, I can’t—“
“Come on, baby, you can give me one more, can’t you?” Steve cooed, smattering sweet kisses all over your face. He gripped your legs with one hand, pushing your thighs up against your stomach.
The pressure in your stomach was building once more, your clit throbbing and swollen. You cried out beneath Steve, his cock splitting your aching pussy out so far, his ministrations on your clit making your poor cunt give out. You gushed around Steve’s cock, your body shaking.
“Oh,” Steve hushed, “good girl, that’s it,” his hips pistoning at an unbearable pace, tears welling in your eyes at the sensation, “cum all over my cock, baby.”
The boy chased his own high desperately as your body lay spent on the bed. Steve buried his face in the crook of your neck, breath fanning across your skin and his thrusts became sloppy, hips stuttering against your own.
“Oh baby,” he whined, “just like that, pussy’s so fuckin’ sweet.”
Steve’s face contorted as he let out the prettiest moan, a low rasp of his voice as his abs clenched. His own climax rolling throughout his body, ropes of hot cum leaking into your puffy pussy.
His hips only stopped when the stimulation became a bit too much, pulling out of you with a hiss. Steve’s chest heaved as his forehead was slick with sweat, cheeks flushed a pretty pink. His eyes returned to their usual soft, warm brown, his features soft as he took in your tired form.
“Hang in there, love,” he whispered against your cheek with a chuckle, running off to the bathroom to get a damp towel.
Your head was still a little fuzzy, a little spaced out as your breathing returned to normal. You winced as Steve pressed the cloth to your core gently.
“Sorry! Sorry…” he hushed you, a little smirk tugging at his lips, “a little sensitive, hm, baby?”
You whined with a giggle, arms covering your blushing cheeks, “Stop teasing, Steve.” You grumbled.
“Sorry, angel,” Steve chuckled, pressing a kiss to your knee.
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louloulemons-posts · 9 months ago
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requested by : @flawiette 🫶🏻
Thank you for the request my love
1k celebration prompts list
2 : peppering kisses all over your / their face
3 : draping a blanket over them when they’re sleeping W/ Matt Murdock
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“Baby I’m fine,” Matt groaned as you pulled him away from the bedroom, the wardrobe that held his suit - hidden away from prying eyes.
“Matthew you were stabbed two days ago, you’re obviously not,” You said with a sigh.
“I really am, I’m feeling so much better.”
“There are others who can look after the people of Hell’s kitchen for a few more nights, I’ll even call Frank,” you said, going to pick up your phone. “Don’t you dare!”
With a laugh, you put it back down. “Is spending a few days with me fretting over you really that bad?” You asked.
“Of course not.”
“So sit down and hush.” He went down onto the sofa with a plop. “You comfy?”
“Yeah, come here,” he opened his arms in your direction.
“Not yet, I’m going to make you some soup and you’re going to nap.” Matts face fell into a pout, “What you’re even gonna nap with me?” With a laugh, you leaned down to kiss the pout away.
The his cheeks, his forehead, peppering kisses everywhere. “Rest Matty. I’ll wake you when it’s done place.” He sighed, but let his eyes fall closed.
The soup didn’t take long to cook at all, you’d prepped the veggies already, letting broth become delicious with soft spices. Purely not to overwhelm Matts sense of smell.
Hearing a faint snoring sound you could only smile at the fact he’d fallen asleep so easily. He would never admit he needed rest, it was the only cause of arguments - well bickering - between the pair of you.
You’d told Foggy that you were going to keep Matt at home even if it meant tying him down. As his best friends he agreed of course.
Once the soup was done and cool, placing it in the fridge was an easy task. Yes you’d said you’d wake him up but … he needed sleep more.
Walking to the couch as quietly as you could, you took the soft blanket from the back of it. Laying besides Matt, you were careful not to bump his injuries.
The blanket covered his sleeping form, and yourself, snuggling close to him. Kissing his chin, you smiled with a sigh, letting yourself rest beside the man you loved so much.
You felt arms squeeze around you, “Thought you were gonna wake me up?” Shaking your head, you rubbed your hand on his own, “Let’s rest Matty.”
“You’ll stay with me?”
“Always.”
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apparentlytheproblem · 3 months ago
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1k cafe event ୧
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other events - birthday event, navigation . masterlist .
I can't believe we've brewed up this little corner of the internet together—1,000 strong! Whether you've been here since the first cup or just popped in for a sip, I'm beyond grateful for every like, reblog, and laugh we've shared. To celebrate, I’m officially starting the 1k cafe event where you can order up anything you’d like. So, grab your favorite mug and get comfy.
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pick a fandom and character from my list above
pick an item of the menu
don't forget the format, event-item-fandom+character
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🫓 - Macaron (I'll make dating headcannons for the character)
🍰 - Mille-Feuille (a song inspired writing for your character)
🍮 - Crème Brûlée (a multi-part fic based on any prompt,idea, etc.)
🍹 - Mojito ( a fic based on a prompt, mine or yours)
🧋 - Bubble Tea (i'll ship you with a character)
🍦 - Gelato (a fic inspired by a trope)
🍵 - Matcha Soufflé (a fic inspired by a gif or image)
🥧 - Lemon Meringue Pie (a fic inspired by a book or movie scene)
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shewassaying · 1 year ago
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💛💫 1000 DOWNLOAD CELEBRATION 💫💛
Thank you for 1K downloads!! To celebrate, we've put together a little surprise. This will be the first installment of 3-- we hope you enjoy!
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Art by @minthe-drawings
Upper Hand
By Cath, editing by @crescencestudio
You lay sprawled out across the bed, comfy in your pajamas as episodes of your current guilty pleasure played. It was a crappy reality TV show. Meaning it was bad, trashy, very un-reality for a reality show– everything anyone could ever want in a guilty pleasure. But as you rewatched the show, things just weren't quite hitting the same. 
Maybe because the newest episodes were released last night. 
You'd promised Theo you wouldn't watch ahead without them. Since they had a meeting at some ungodly early hour today, they'd gone to bed early last night. Which meant you hadn't been able to watch it yet. 
They had even made you swear upon the life of your freshly drafted manuscript that you wouldn't watch until they got home. 
Twice. 
But… how would they know? You could just clear the watch history and act surprised, right? Maybe just for one episode… 
You queue up the first new episode. The theme song plays in your room, only to be interrupted by the sound of the door unlocking. 
"Shit shit shit...!"
You scramble for the remote, somehow losing and finding it in the blankets a half dozen times before you manage to smash the power button. As the TV shuts off, you resume some kind of casual pose on the bed. 
Wait... This makes no sense. Why would you be sitting on the bed in silence? You should have–-
The door swings open. You're out of time. 
"M'love?" 
You roll over from your mock-lounge position to greet them, and your words die on your tongue. 
Theo is… in a suit. 
You'd been sound asleep when they left this morning, and hadn't seen them get ready. You didn't even know they owned a suit!
They blink a few times at you, adjusting the sleeve of their shirt before sliding the jacket off, apparently entirely unaware of the car wreck they just caused in your brain. 
"... Are you okay?" They ask slowly, movements slowing to an uncertain halt. Their jacket hangs from two fingertips, about to be discarded on the armchair near the bedroom door. 
"F-fine! Hi!" Your voice is too loud. What in the hell is this doing to you? You've been together far too long to be so easily undone by a simple outfit change, but… but.. 
You clear your voice roughly, trying your damnedest to act natural. Why is your throat so dry??
"Hi," Theo echoes. A small smile curves their lips, and they let the jacket fall to the chair. Their eyebrow arches, and you know you've been caught. 
Dammit.
"You're making a face." 
"..."
Their smile grows. 
You try to ignore the heat rising to your cheeks and glare at him. 
"I am not making a face." 
"Right... And I use box cake mix." They take a few steps forward, closing the distance between you. Their legs press against the bed, and they look down at you with a nearly smug expression. "You're blushing." 
The sound that escapes you is something between mortified and outraged. You always have the upper hand when it comes to Theo. That's one of your favorite things about them. How easy it is to fluster them. The way their cheeks flush when you tease them. The way they stutter when you praise them.
But that damn suit has thrown you for a loop...! 
You gnaw your bottom lip and avert your eyes, scanning the room for some way to get them back for this. For making you so–
Fingers find your chin and firmly but gently redirect your gaze. Their gaze is affectionate. 
And heated. 
It sends a thrill through you, and for a moment, you can only stare up at them. At the curve of their lip as they smirk at you. 
Fuck it.
You rise up on your knees, unsteady on the mattress. Their hand leaves your face, and their expression morphs to surprise as you grip them by the collar of that crisply pressed shirt.  You pull them to you. 
Their hands find your waist—as if by reflex—but their eyes only widen, looking increasingly stunned, as you press your body against theirs. You bring your mouth a hair's breadth away from those slightly parted lips. This close, you can smell the bakery off him—sweet vanilla and warm cinnamon.
Their face goes scarlet. The smile you give them is undeniably wolfish. And appropriately so. You could absolutely devour them. 
"Now you're blushing." You whisper. Your voice is husky but steady. Just like that, you've gotten the advantage once more, and it's delicious. 
You pull him down over you, and they offer absolutely nothing in resistance, catching themselves on their elbows. Their eyes never leave yours, and you get lost in the overwhelming blue of their gaze. 
"S-So… good suit?" 
"Very." 
You tug their collar again, and suddenly, you're pressed between plush blankets and Theo's firm body. There's a surprising amount of strength in their lean form. Your bodies slide together, puzzle pieces. Made to fit against each other. A slow, controlled release of air passes their lips–the exact reaction you were looking for.
Their mouth drops towards yours. They wrap an arm around you once more, to pull you ever closer, like the two of you can never be close enough. Their touch is tender, but there's an edge—a fervor—to the way their fingertips dig into your sides. You relish moments like this, when you can coax them past their usual gentleness, and into the kind of desire that overrides their instinct to treat you delicately. 
You wrap your arms around their neck, blood racing with anticipation–
There's a sound. Music…?
It almost sounds like...
Your eyes widen. The TV is on. Showing the exact episode you had sworn on your newborn manuscript not to watch—
Theo's eyes snap wide, and they whip their face towards the television. You scramble in the blankets, trying to find the remote, but their arm locks around you and holds you in place. You're scrambling fruitlessly as they pin you. Their gaze turns back to you in horror. 
"You were going to watch… without me??!"
"I– I–" You sputter, trapped and entirely uncertain of how to proceed. How did the TV...? Then it dawns on you. Your weight must have shifted just right, pressing the remote still tangled in the blankets. You swear under your breath. You know that means you have to face the consequences. 
"W-Wait, Theo...!"
An impish grin spreads across their face, and they sit back on their heels so they're kneeling over you. For less than a heartbeat, fear shoots through you. It's entirely irrational, of course, but you can't deny the relief that floods you when they grab hold of one ankle and begin to tickle your socked feet. 
You laugh and thrash and struggle, attempting to crawl away only to be tugged backward into a breathy, giggling kiss. You don't even notice the echoes of fear leaving you, can't even remember the feeling existed at all as you submit to your partner's kisses. A consequence you would gladly bear.  
Hope you enjoyed!
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the-s1lly-corner · 10 months ago
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As stated in the original poll to determine the fandom, there will be a second poll to determine character! For those who missed it; I'm writing a proper one shot fic to celebrate 1k! Yahoo!
Here's a list of characters that are available
NOTE IN HUGE CAPS SO NO ONE WILL MISS IT, IF JEFF, BEN OR TICCI TOBY WIN THE FIC WILL AUTOMATICALLY BE PLATONIC THAT IS FINAL I AM NOT BUDGING THE ADMIN IS NOT COMFY WRITING ROMANTIC FOR THEM (not mad but very much serious and firm)
Anyways have fun voting! There will be a small event where I will let you guys submit prompts then vote but we'll get to that when this poll is done!
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fayes-fics · 2 years ago
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Balnea Interruptus
Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem! reader, modern AU
Summary: Modern AU. Benedict barges in on you taking a bath
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Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, drunken people, drunken confessions, fingering, vaginal sex, bath sex, some verbal sparring, a smidge of humour.
Word Count: 1.6k (urghhh, godammit Faye, that's not a blurb)
Build a Blurb Prompt: Benedict 👹smut 👥friends to lovers 🍻drunk confessions 🛀shower/bath sex
Authors Note: 1k follower celebration fic. Here I go, getting carried away and breaking my own damn rules right out of the fucking gate. I got this one earlier today and let's say I got inspired shall we? Yes lets. Also sorry for the lethal picture, I needed one with a light blue shirt, okay? Unbetaed. Enjoy! <3
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“What the fu…!!!” you squeal as the door flies open and slams against the tiles.
You were quietly sitting in your oversized bath after a long, hard day at work. Soaking away your troubles amongst some bubbles and drinking a second glass of bubbly, just the right side of tipsy and relaxed. Or at least you were.
You heard your flatmate El come home with some people but didn't expect this invasion. You really should have checked that you locked the damn door. But then there is another bathroom they could have used; this is your private en-suite off your bedroom.
“Oh, shit… sorry,” it's a slurred, delayed reaction. He’s definitely inebriated. But he doesn't move; he's just leaning on the door, hand wrapped around the door handle. “That looks comfy,” he adds, a stupid but attractively goofy smile on his face.
Benedict bloody Bridgerton, just what you don't need right now. The owner of problematic blue eyes and a handsome lopsided grin. The occasional guest star of your masturbatory fantasies, not that you would admit it, even to yourself, let alone him.
“Hello, flatmate’s brother,” you scowl pointedly, raising an eyebrow and slinking lower in the water to ensure the mountain of bubbles hides everything.
“Please don't be modest on my account,” he winks—the bloody troublemaker.
“Any reason you are barging into my private bathroom?” you ask with mock breeziness. He only picks up on the latter.
“Shaving foam,” he states definitively as if that explains everything.
“What about shaving foam?” you frown.
“Need some; it’s Bridgerton family prank time,” he grins, those adorable creases around his eyes appearing. Wait, adorable?
“Sorry, I don't have any,” you shrug.
“Pity,” he huffs and closes the door, sitting down on the closed toilet seat right next to you as if you invited him in for some form of chat.
Something roils in your stomach at his actions; there is no reason for him to be here still.
“Show me your leg,” he demands, apropos of nothing.
“Why?”
“Just humour me,” he reasons, bemused, raising an eyebrow and looking at you expectantly.
You sigh and extract one calf from under the bubbles, lifting it over the edge of the bath, wary that nothing else is visible.
You squeak when he grabs it and runs his warm palm over your shin. All sorts of feelings erupt in your belly.
“Well, that makes no sense,” he mutters, a hand still resting heavily on you, curled around your damp kneecap.
“What doesn't?” so much of this encounter is not making sense.
“How do you have smooth legs but no shaving foam?” he queries, shooting you a nonplussed look.
“I get waxed,” you explain.
His eyebrows pop up, and his pupils dilate rapidly. “Just your legs?” that voice is pitched so low you feel it vibrate through his hand and down your leg, right to your core.
Dear god, what is he doing?
“N…no,” you stutter.
“What else?”
“Many places….” you obfuscate, the humidity and heat in the room somehow cranking up as the hand on your knee slides higher, or rather lower, into the bathtub and onto your thigh.
“Put your arms in the air,” he demands, as only an intoxicated person would.
Without quite knowing why your soapy arms shoot up and connect with the wall behind you, your nipples are only just obscured under the foam.
His other hand brushes your armpit, and you reflexively giggle, which he seems to find utterly beguiling based on the playful smile that dances across his handsome face.
“Very smooth,” he opines, “and apparently quite ticklish,” the tone is low and teasing, his face now carrying an expression you could only categorise as very troublesome. “Where else?” it's a sinful low murmur. Very troublesome indeed.
You keep quiet, flashing a look but pretending not to know what he is asking as you lower your arms. The hand on your thigh slips lower, his light blue rolled-up shirt sleeve darkening as it absorbs bathwater.
“Where else do you wax y/n?” he rumbles, knowing he is crossing a line and, by god, you are letting him.
“I think you know,” you whisper, feeling your heart pound as his fingers spider along your inner thigh, inching further and further.
You gasp as he connects with the smooth flesh between your legs.
“Just how I like it,” he growls, his thumb petting the small strip of hair as his fingers slide into your folds.
“Fuck Benedict,” you exhale and lean back, not caring your breasts are now exposed above the water. You feel the heat of his gaze on them, your nipples pebbling in the cooler air above the water.
“I've always wanted to fuck you.” The blunt confession tumbles out of his lips, and even he looks momentarily surprised at his admission—before rolling with it and smirking at you dangerously, his fingers expertly rubbing a slow teasing circle on your clit.
You close your eyes and rest your head against the end of the tub as he teases you. Waiting for your response to his confession.
“So do it…” is your hushed reply.
He doesn't need to be told twice.
There is a growl as he grabs your chin with his other hand and pulls your face up as his face descends until your lips are crushed under his. His mouth opens, and you are flooded with the taste of expensive smokey whiskey and a hint of mint. God, he tastes good. And he kisses really well. Those sinful fingers are still playing you expertly under the water, making you so very desperate for him.
“Are you getting in or not, Bridgerton?” you mumble with feigned annoyance as his lips move to your neck, sucking the skin there in a delightful way.
“Definitely getting in,” the declaration buzzes against your skin as you watch him fight with a few buttons on his shirt. Giving up with a shrug, he pulls away from you slightly to yank it over his head and throw it aside.
“Oh fuck yes,” it escapes your mouth unbidden as you stare at his torso, and he preens in a way that would make you roll your eyes were you sober. The hand between your legs smear up your body underwater and grabs your breast, tweaking your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“Likewise,” he groans as his other hand fumbles with his jeans.
“Allow me,” you purr, and he smirks as he stands up fully, removing his hands from your body and nonchalantly offering his fly to you. Your inebriated states make you both much bolder than you usually would be.
You can see the outline of his hard cock straining against the denim, making you want to pitch your face forward and nuzzle it. Instead, you flick open the button and carefully pull down the zip. He is wearing dark grey boxer briefs, and you immediately grab him through the material, so warm and steely. The material rapidly grows darker and clings to his outline as the dampness of your hand soaks into the cotton. He groans heartily and pushes down his jeans to the floor as you continue to tease him.
Then he grabs your hand away from him and rather sweetly brings it to his mouth, kissing your knuckles. He lunges over, flicks the door lock with two fingers, and climbs into the bath all in one swift motion. You sort of hate how sexy it is. Except now he is settling between your legs and covering your body with his.
“Don't be too good,” you warn, but you surge against him, loving the feel of his skin on yours.
“Excuse me?!?” he exclaims, pulling up from worrying your clavicle with his teeth. “Did you just ask me to be bad at sex?”
“Do you want your sister to hear us?!?” you argue, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh…” realisation dawns on his face, but then it morphs into a look that should be labelled lethal, especially this close-up - a crooked grin with a fiery twinkle in his eye. “Maybe you’ll just have to learn how to shut the fuck up,” he opines, and you feel him tugging down his underpants under the water. “Because now I'm going to do my level best to make you bloody scream.”
“Fuck you, Bridgerton,” you snarl playfully, grabbing a handful of very shapely bottom and assisting in the removal.
“Oh no, I'm fucking you,” he fires back, and a wave of water slops onto the ground as he surges into your body without preamble.
You clamp your mouth shut but scream behind it. He feels absolutely fantastic; there's no other way to describe it.
“Well done for keeping quiet,” he compliments, holding still buried deep inside you, “also fuck, you feel good,” he admits with a shuddering groan.
“Move,” you bark in a somewhat impatient tone, desperate to chase an orgasm that you are so long overdue.
“Are you always this bossy? Or only when there's a cock inside you?” he swaggers, the alcohol making you both very frank with your exchanges.
You flick a soap bubble onto his nose and pout. “Wouldnt you like to know,” you respond cryptically.
“You know, I think I would,” he smirks ��maybe when I'm done here, you’ll let me into your bed?” he proposes as he withdraws slightly.
“Hmm, maybe,” you volley, but the last word becomes a moan as he thrusts back into you, a hand pinching your nipple as his teeth bite your earlobe. “Okay, okay, yes, you can be in my bed too,” you surrender, not exactly a loss.
He never did leave your room that night. In fact, he was barely out of it for a week. Eloise suddenly found a reason to go on a business trip for a few days and returned with state-of-the-art noise-cancelling headphones. Funny that.
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Benedict taglist: @makaylan @foreverlonginguniverse @iboopedyournose @wysteria-clad @colettebronte @aintnuthinbutahounddog @severewobblerlightdragon @margofiore @writergirl-2001 @heeyyyou @enichole445 @enchantedbytomandhenry @ambitionspassionscoffee @chaoticcalzoneranchsports @nikaprincessofkattegat @baebee35 @crowleysqueenofhell @bridgertontess
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