#babes i am so much hotter now what is this

[arsonist-twink]

ever check up on ur ex and be like wow. youve fallen off without me

[silverhairsimp]

who's gonna take care of you? k. bakugou

I am sicker than sick and couldn't sleep last night so here's some bakugou fluff.

Pairing & CW: Bakugou x f!reader. Reader and Bakugou have two kids. Brief mentions of pregnancy from Mitsuki (Reader is not actually pregnant). pure, sickly sweet fluff.

Katsuki looks at the clock hanging above the kitchen sink, 7:24am. Usually you’d have been up for at least a half hour by now, maybe more. The kids have to be to school at 8:30, it’s only a 12 minute drive, but they like to get there early and play with their friends before their day of learning starts. He looks at the two of them sitting at the counter, digging into their fresh pancakes and waffles with a variety of fruits. They were similar in a lot of ways, but your daughter refuses to eat pancakes, the same goes with your son and waffles. And what kind of number one dad would The Bakugou Katsuki be if he didn’t make his brats happy?

“You two stay here and finish eating— gonna go check on your ma’,” he calls out to them before heading down the hall, only to stop with a had on the doorframe to look back at them. “And no eatin’ spoonfuls’a syrup this time! That shi— crap’ll give you diabetes.” 

The two of them laugh at their dads empty threat, knowing they’ll at least sneak one or two spoonfuls before he gets back. 

He has an office day today, full of paperwork and unfished reports that need to be submitted by the end of the week. He’s been working overtime, which means you have too. Working overtime at your own job and taking care of the kids when he gets home too late or leaves too early for work. 

“Baby—“ he calls out when he pushes open your bedroom door. Your cheeks are flushed red, your brows are knit together, you’ve got a mound of blankets on you, yet your feet are sticking out from the bottom. “Hey, y’doing okay?” He asks as he gets closer, sitting next to your sleeping form on the bed when he reaches a hand out to cup your cheek, followed by placing the back of his hand to your forehead. “Jesus babe, you’re burnin’ up. Might be running hotter than I normally do…” 

His words are laced with concern as he heads to your shared bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it with as cold of water he can get before wringing it out. For good measure, he grabs the thermometer and to confirm his suspicions.

“Open up for me, baby.” He brushes his thumb over your cheek and your eyes finally open when you bring your hand up to touch the cold cloth on your forehead. “‘Ts cold…” you mumble and he slips the thermometer underneath your tongue. “Yeah and you’re hot—“ he waits for the thermometer to finish rereading before he adds: “101.9 to be exact.” 

You try to sit up, “I’m fine…”but the pressure in your head is too much so you flop back down into the pillows. “I don’t know what year you think I was born, but I know what fine is. And you, are not fine.” 

“But the kids— they have school, you have work— I have things to do around the house.” You try to protest in between a fit of coughs, but he plants an arm against the bed, palm down at your side caging you in. “you know the hag— my mom,” he corrects when you give him the glare, “she loves taking them to school. Eijiro too. I could call either one and they’d drop ‘em off. And with work, that’s one of the perks’a bein’ your own boss.” 

He leans down to press a kiss to your cheek, trying to hide the wince at how warm your skin is. Gods you must feel like shit. “Lemme call my mom—“ he steps out of the room and gently closes the door, calling in a favor to the woman who always saves his ass. 

‘Yeah, y/n sick, real sick. Need someone to drop off the beats at school. What? Morning sickness? No she’s not pregnant again. She’s sick sick. Got’a fever of almost 102. Yeah, they ate. Yes, lunches packed. Ugh— what kinda father do you think I— mmgh. Thanks ma. They’ll be ready for ya.’

He comes back in the room slight shake to his head as he thinks back to the conversation he just had with his mom. Your youngest is 6 and she’s been itching for another grand baby, but that’s too bad. She’s got two good ones to love on anyway. “Moms comin’ to pick em up in 15.” 

The two of you can hear the padding of feet running down the hall and your two replicas appear in the door frame. 

“Mommy what’s wrong? Did you catch a bug?” Your 8 year old son asks you as he pushes his hips to the bed. He may have his fathers eyes but he’s got your color hair and the sweetest personality to match. 

“Ew! Why would mommy catch a bug!! That’s so yucky!” Your daughter chimes. She’s got that ash blonde hair to match her fathers and definitely gets his personality. 

“Yeah, squirt, mama’s not feeling great so your Gramma Mitsuki is gonna take you to school.”

“Katsuki— you really shouldn’t have asked your mom to come all the way here.” 

“You say all the way here like she doesn’t live 8 minutes down the road.” He smirks at you, knowing damn well she wasn’t gonna miss the opportunity to be involved in your kids’ lives. 

“Daddy, why can’t we stay and take care of mommy like she takes care of us when we’re sick?” Your boy asks with those gorgeous ruby red eyes peering down at you. “You guys have to stay in school and get good grades. You wanna have your own agency and be the number one hero like your daddy don’t you?” You smile at the two of them and lift your hand off the bed to cup their cheeks one at a time. 

Your daughter flexes her little muscles and grits her teeth. “Yeah mommy! We’ll get strong so we can take good care of you some day!” 

Each of your kiddos leans in to place a kiss to your cheek, it’s no use trying to stop them either. They’re both stubborn, just like you and Katsuki. 

“Go get cleaned up before Gramma gets here— and don’t think I can’t smell the syrup on those sticky fingers, you little shits!” 

It’s no use trying to protest the language when you hear the fit of laughter and screams as they run back down the hall. 

Katsuki gets up to make sure they’re heading out to wash up and grab their school bags while he makes another call to the agency, letting Mina know he won’t be in. 

You’ve nearly fallen back asleep by the time he comes back with a hot bowl of homemade soup, a freshly squeezed cup of orange juice, a ginger shot and two pieces of toast. “They’re right ya know. You’re like super woman to them— and even she needs help sometimes.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and turns on the tv for some back ground noise before he grabs his computer and sits next to you in bed. 

“Katsuki. You’re gonna get sick if you stay here—“ you try to protest and he just smiles and puts the cold rag on your forehead. “Yeah… and when super man needs help; I know you’ll be there too..” He lands a fat one right on your lips and smiles. The two of you share everything together. Even the cooties…

[ddejavvu]

Best friend!James with very little boundaries is my new fav 🥴 and when you try to explain boundaries most best friends have to him he just tilts his head like a puppy cause he doesn’t understand 🥰🥰

this post is 18+, minors dni.

It's not that you don't want James to see your boobs. It's just that maybe, you'd rather him have seen them chubbed up in a tight lacy bra, not hanging loose and soaped up in the shower. You'd had no time to cover yourself when the shower door slides open, James's head popping curls-first into the steamy space.

"Love," He calls, and you flinch violently, "Have you seen my red water bottle?"

"Wh- James!" You shriek, hands frantically trying to cover both your tits and your cunt, "Get out!"

In your haste to make yourself modest a few droplets of water fling off of your skin, dotting over James's face and narrowly avoiding his eye.

'Ah-" He grimaces, rubbing at his now-wet face with his hands, "What's the matter with you? I just want to know where my water bottle is!"

"I'm in the shower," You gush, cheeks hotter than the water at his presence while you're so vulnerable, "James, who barges in on someone in the shower?"

"Someone who's looking for his water," James groans, blinking blearily at you, "Relax, darling, 's not a big deal. Everyone's got a body."

You're aware of that. James has a habit of walking around with his completely exposed, and you have a particularly hard time pretending it's not affecting you. You see his dick nearly as much as you see his face, and it just so happened to be on your mind beneath the steamy water just before James decided he was joining in on your shower.

"Well yeah," You huff, thighs clenched, "-but- but these are my tits! You can't see my tits!"

"You've seen my tits," James squints incredulously at you, "And I'm not even lookin' at 'em! My eyes are on your eyes!"

"Your eyes need to be out of the bathroom," You groan, "James, normal roommates do not see each other naked."

"Yeah, but we're not normal roommates, are we?" James furrows his brows, "We're best friends. Listen, if it really bothers you, love, I'll-" He flounders, "-Uh, cover my eyes." He does so, throwing a lazy hand over his face. "But I'm still looking for my water bottle."

"Best friends don't- ugh," You shake your head, still covering your body despite the fact that James has shielded his eyes by now, "Never mind. Your water is," You blink rapidly, trying to clear your brain from the fog that's settled over it now that James, James Potter, your best friend has seen your tits, "It's on the table on the patio, James. You left it out there last night."

"Thanks," Even through his makeshift face-covering you can see his grin, and you're sure his eyes are scrunched with happy little lines at the corners, "You're a lifesaver, babe."

"Just get out," You breathe, heart pounding in your ears, "And- and you'd better be clothed when I get out of the shower!"

He takes your advice. Partially, you suppose, because when you wrap a towel around yourself and step out of the tiled walls, James is standing at the kitchen counter pantsless, brushing his teeth. The shirt he's wearing is yours, and it's cropped, and his lower half is completely exposed.

"James!" You snap, nearly dropping your towel in an attempt to cover your eyes, "I said clothed!"

"I am clothed!" He insists, words garbled with toothpaste foam, "You were freaking out about tits in the shower, so I covered mine! What more do you want?"

"Pants, James, pants! I want you to put on pants!"

"You're not wearing pants," James grumbles, "That's not fair."

"I've got a towel-" You break off, suppressing an exasperated scream as your cheeks flare once more, "James, best friends don't see each other naked."

"Yes they do," He snorts, "We do. Why wouldn't they?"

"'Cause it's inappropriate," You whine, still scrunching your eyes shut in the warm bathroom, clutching your towel for dear life, "That's something only your girlfriend should see."

"Eh," He spits his toothpaste into the sink, you hear it hit the basin, and you imagine him shrugging, "You're close enough. 'Think we should just kiss and make it official?"

"James," You warn, stomach engaging in an impressive gymnastics routine," Do not joke about kissing me while your cock is out."

"Relax, darling," You hear him rinse and spit, then you feel his lips against your temple, a sensation that makes you full-body flinch, "Wasn't a joke. I'm gonna go put some pants on, m'kay?"

And just like that, he's gone. Of course, he doesn't bother closing the bathroom door behind him, and the second you shut it your back is pressed against it, head thrown against the door. Evidently, it makes too loud of a noise, and your silent freakout is interrupted by James.

It seems to be what he does best.

"Darling?" He calls, doorknob turning beside you, held closed only by your weight, "Are you alright in there? Did you fall?"

"No! No, James," You call, eyes wide and cheeks ablaze, "Don't come in."

"Are you okay?" He presses on, and you gush, 'Yes!'

"I'm fine," You promise, trying desperately not to envision James's half-naked form so that you don't need another, much colder shower, "Just- put some pants on, James. Please."

[angelltheninth]

A Few More Minutes and Then Some More

Pairing: Manjiro "Mikey" Sano x FemReader

Tags: fluff, cuddles, sharing a bed, cuddles, making out, lazy day, domestic fluff

Word count: 1.5k

Flufftober Day 8: Rainy Day

A/N: I was really looking forward to this flufftober piece, hope you enjoy!

Rainy days weren't that bad of a thing to you, if anything it was an excuse to stay in bed for a little while longer and be lazy for the day. You couldn't think of a better day to spend inside and you couldn't think of a better person to spend it then your boyfriend. If only he would answer your phone calls. Hopefully he's not in some kind of trouble again, or worse in a hospital again.

No, if he was you would have gotten a call already, you're in his emergency contacts after all. Mikey was probably just busy hanging out with his friends, not getting into trouble this time around. Yeah right! He's always getting into some kind of trouble.

Regardless you knew he would be visiting sometime today, he promised. While you got dressed for the day you kept looking over at your phone, waiting for a call or a text, but you were in and out of the bathroom and still nothing. What could he be doing on a rainy day like this that required so much attention? "Am I needy?" Yes, you probably were and it was Mikey's fault for spoiling you.

The rest of your morning routine went without a phone call too. You were right in the middle of making yourself breakfast when there was a series of quick knocks on the door.

You didn't bother to look who it was, it could only be one person. Although you weren't expecting to see Mikey standing in the hallways soaked to the bone.

"You gonna let me in or do I need to ask nicely?" He turned his head up a little to meet your eyes, his hands suspiciously hiding in the pockets of his pants and the top of his foot tapping impatiently against the floor. "Need a kiss for payment?"

Yes, but not right now, "Get in here already." When he passed by you he left little puddles in his wake, the rain draining down his clothes. He looked like he'd been in the rain for a while, there's no way he could have gotten this soaked just from walking to here, it's not even raining that hard yet.

Granted Mikey didn't seem to be shivering at all, which again begs the question, if f he's running to hot he can't feel the cold rain, what the hell has he been up to. "Something in here smells good. What you making babe?" He was careful when running his hand through his hair to get it off his face, he didn't want to splash any more rain around. Mikey turned to you a little smile on his face and beckoned you closer.

"Just bacon and eggs. If you called me I would have made you something too." You approached him while paying mind to the water. When you were close enough he made a move to pull you closer, "Ah-ah, nope. I'm not kissing you like that." You pressed your hand against his face and steered him in the direction of the bathroom, "Go take a bath before you make yourself sick!" Mikey was durable, but he wasn't gonna win a fight against Mother Nature.

"Wanna join me? I might need a little... extra something to warm me up in all the right places." He made a slight hip thrusting motion that he knew would only get him an eyeroll but it was more then worth a try in his opinion. Luckily he turned around just in time not to see your face getting hotter then...

"Shit! My breakfast!" You rushed back into the kitchen, saving your breakfast, mostly anyway.

The water in the shower kept distracting you as you ate. There was a slight urge to take Mikey up on his offer and join him but today was meant to be a lazy day. The next day? Maybe not so lazy.

Mikey though seemed hellbent on making it not a lazy day for either of you as he came out of the bathroom bare-chested and grinning happily. That wasn't what drew your attention though, "Your fists, you were in a fight after all." They were covered in bruises and not it was clear to you why he kept them in his pockets. Right as you noticed he showed them back in, shrugging like it was no big deal, "Nope, not today Mikey, let me have a look."

You took his hands in yours and looked at the little red bruises on his knuckles. The skin was scratched, splintered in various formds of healing but red around, probably due to the hot water he used to take the shower. If he needed to get his fists this banged up the it must have been quite the fight.

Mikey used to hide his injuries from you a lot more when you were only friends, and when you first began dating. Lately he seems to enjoy it when you treat them. At least the smaller ones.

"You should…"

"See the other guys? Yeah, I'm sure they've got it worse." You rubbed your thumbs over the injured knuckles, careful not to press down and make it uncomfortable for him.

Mikey shook his head, another smirk thrown your way, "I wanted to say give me something to wear but if you want me to tell you about the guys I beat up I can. I'm sure it's gonna be a fun story for a nap." You felt heat spreading across your face as you looked down his chest and abs, where little drops of water dripped down into the waistline of his pants. "Then again, maybe you want me more naked."

"Y-You're spending way too much time around Draken!" Or maybe he was finally opening up to you more. After all he's known Draken for longer. "Anyway, today is a lazy rainy day. None of that for you." None of you either but you could keep that to yourself. "Let's get you to bed, you look like you need to sit down and rest." Mikey didn't protest, he just smiled at you and pulled you into his lap when you showed him to the bed. "Mikey! What did I just say?" There was nowhere to go with his arms pulling you against his chest and more importantly his big grin enticing you to get even closer.

When you were close enough he stole a kiss, or two, or three from you. Well, is it really stealing if you give them away so easily.

"Not fair." You rubbed your nose against his and brushed his hair off his forehead, "Your hair is still wet. You really want to catch that cold huh?" Your hands reached for the blanket and draped it around his shoulders, looking very much like he did when he wore his jacket.

"No, just want you close to me. It's better when it's like this." He pulled you down with him, arms around your back and lips against yours, tongue asking for and being granted access to your mouth so easily. "That's better."

You put your whole weight on him, which to him wasn't hard to support, he's been in many brawls where most were taller, heavier and stronger then him and he still came out on top. Right now though he wants you to be on top of him, warming him up with your body, sinking in between his legs and pressing your breasts against his chest, so god damn soft, almost feels like a dream to him.

One hand moved down to your thigh, fingers dancing as far down as he could reach, then slowly back up and snapping the band of your pants against your skin. The sudden sting made your hips buck against his, definitely feeling a little more then you thought you would.

"Pervert." You kissed the word against his neck, leaving red lipstick marks there, marking him as he marked you so many times before. Mikey didn't comment, he didn't push for anything more then kissing, despite what you could so clearly feel down bellow. He seemed too tired to actually go through with what his body wanted. "Sleep, you little hothead."

"In a minute." His voice was already so groggy, his eyelids heavy and breathing evening out, along with yours, "Want to hold you a bit more." You nodded and leaned your head on his chest and sighed when he pulled the blanked from behind his back and on top of the both you, "Don't want you catching a cold either."

He came all this way to see you, after a fight and during rainfall nonetheless, all so he could have an excuse to shower and cuddle at your place. But you couldn't be all that mad at him. Behind that hard, tough guy exterior he really did have a heart of gold. And that heartbeat of his, right in your ear, just so happened to put you to sleep better then simple rain ever could.

[judeloverr]

recently - jude bellingham

summary: instagram blurb with popular singer and her boyfriend jude🫶🏼

pairings: singer!reader x jude bellingham

an: got bored so made this, hope you like it

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[yuna542]

Connected (OT8 x reader)

Part 8<-

Part 9

Pairing: Han x reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Under 18 DNI!, unprotected sex (just don’t please), Suggestive Themes, Swearing, pet names, fingering, oral (f receiving), edging

Word Count: 3.8k

Note: Well well well. I‘m back. Hope you like it! Han being equally hot and a little brat is a new kink of mine. So you’re welcome. Comments, Like, Reblogs are always a blessing and if you have ideas for prompts just tell me. ~much love babes

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

"I need help"

Han's first message on that Monday evening sounded worrisome, and since you could put off the phone call to the stylist for a few more minutes, you typed a reply:

"Are you at the studio?"

"Yes. I need you now!!!"

So you set your Ipad aside and looked at yourself again in your selfie camera. Why you checked your hair and face exactly, you didn't know yourself.

Just as you were standing in front of the door to the studio, Chan opened it.

"Hey", you said in surprise, not knowing he was still here.

"Hey. Be careful, Han is very annoying", he said and that made you smile.

„I‘m surely gonna survive our moody Jisung.“

"Yea I definitely won‘t. So i'll leave you alone."

Before he could go, you hold him back by his arm.

"You have a meeting with the choreographers in 20 minutes", you reminded him.

He nodded and looked down at you with lustful eyes.

"Thanks. Is that skirt new?"

Embarrassed, you nodded and looked down at yourself. Was the black pleated skirt too short after all? Didn't he like it?

But Chan walked a few steps around you and looked at your ass before pinching it firmly with a hand.

"You're really lucky I have to go to the meeting right now", he whispered with a dangerously spark in his eyes and immediately a warm shiver ran down your spine.

"Have fun with Jisung. He really needs some cheering up."

With those words, he reached under your skirt to feel the warm flesh of your asscheeks and pressed a kiss to the sensitive spot on the crook of your neck. Immediately a sharp gasp escaped you and there he had already disappeared into the elevator.

Since the day in the studio the air around you two was even more charged with energy and you were addicted to all those little flirts that have arisen between you again and again.

Inside the studio, you found a dejected Jisung lounging on the couch in the dim light, staring holes into the ceiling.

"Hey, Hannie."

He immediately straightened up and looked at you with bright eyes.

"Finally... I was beginning to think you weren't coming."

"What's wrong?"

You walked up to him and glanced at his laptop on the desk, where a white screen shone at you.

"I've been trying to write lyrics all day. I know the tune, even the damn theme, but I just can't seem to come up with the right words!", he grumbled, tossing his phone onto the desk with the blank note on the screen.

"How am I supposed to help you with that?", you asked, confused.

"Inspiration."

"Huh?"

"I need inspiration and motivation", he explained expertly and crossed his hands behind his head.

Jisung looked even hotter than usual today. He wore beige sweatpants and a black tank top that was cut so wide at the sides that you could see his defined abs peeking out. His hair was a mess from all the hair tussling, and his bright eyes looked at you so intently that you unconsciously nibbled at the buttons of your shirt.

"I thought that seeing you and being around you would help my inspiration. So please come here and sit down! When you're near me, I can work better."

"Oh well, okay... If that’s all.“

So you sat down on the couch next to him and blinked innocently at him. You hadn't missed the needy expression in his eyes, which were constantly glued to your bare legs peeking out from under the short skirt. He sat silently at the other end of the sofa for a while and you could feel how restless he was. He wasn’t lacking inspiration. He was just horny.

But you wouldn't make it that easy for him.

He was always such a tease, that you wanted to see him struggle a little bit. That's when he turned back to you.

"To be honest, I lack motivation too... To cure my artistic block, you may have to get closer."

There was a playful grin on his lips and you were having a hard time resisting his charm anyway. So you went along with his games and moved a little closer until your shoulder touched his. Seemingly by accident, you leaned forward a bit to take a look at his cell phone, which he was holding again.

As you did so, a strand of hair fell into your face and Jisung's eyes were unashamedly focused directly on your cleavage hovering in front of his face.

"Better?", you asked hypocritically, and he opened and closed his mouth in overwhelm without a sound coming out. His hands clenched around the phone that he had to hold himself due to the fact how easily it would be to reach you and rip those clothes off of your body.

"A little. But I don't think it's enough yet."

Without further hesitation, he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you onto his lap so that your face was only a hand's width away from his.

"That's even better", he stated with amusement, letting his hands roam down your sides until they were firmly on your hips.

"How are you going to write lyrics like that?", you asked with an amused laugh, and he just shrugged.

"I have to think of some first, don't I? You can help me best with that topic."

"What do you want it to be about?", you continued to ask, not wanting to be lulled by his cologne and sparkling eyes. His fingers were already circling your hipbones and with each movement of his legs under you, your skirt pushed up.

"I want to write about love, comfort and joy... So what do you think?"

You gasped softly as he suddenly pressed your hips against him for a moment. Wearing only panties under your skirt, the sensation of your bare skin on his thighs was tingling. His gaze took on a suggestive tinge and you could see his desire from a distance.

"That sounds like a good topic", you murmured, gently running your fingers over his chest.

"Do you think, you can inspire me, honey?", he asked seductively and squeezed your hips.

"I can try", you answered and began tugging at the buttons of your shirt with your fingers.

Greedily he watched your movements as you agonisingly slowly undid the top buttons one by one. You couldn’t get enough of his impatient facial expression that looked like he could hardly sit still.

Then he became impatient and asked:

"May I? Please, I need to see your boobs so bad!"

After you nodded, he immediately set to work with greedy fingers and opened your shirt. At first your bra popped out and when the shirt was completely open, he looked at your body as if he had never seen anything more beautiful. With both hands he pushed the shirt completely off your shoulders until it fell to the floor behind you.

Now you were just sitting in your black lace bra on his lap and you could already feel something happening underneath you in his pants.

"Your boobs are fucking pretty...", he murmured, stroking up your sides with warm fingertips until he touched the fabric of your bra. Almost reverently, he stroked the edge of the bra, along your breasts, until he slid the straps off your shoulders and began spreading wet kisses down your neck. Relatively quickly, he worked his way to your neckline, where there was no place he didn't explored with his mouth.

He sucked on sensitive spots and licked over your skin, as if it tasted sweeter than anything he had experienced before.

With his hands he had already hurriedly pushed up your skirt up and freed your ass. With both hands he squeezed your ass hard and pressed you firmly against his growing bulge. There he finally drove up your back to the clasp of your bra and looked at you questioningly. You could only nod, overwhelmed by his seductive touch.

With one fluid motion, he undid the clasp and tossed the bra aside. His eyes bubbled with passion and he immediately groped your breasts with his hands.

He gently kneaded your flesh and said:

"Your so fucking hot. Do you even know that, jagi?"

You laughed softly and ran your hands over his chest. He just had eyes for you and began to suck the skin of your boobs between his teeth. His sloppy kisses and licking sent the heat between your legs and you couldn't help but grind your desperate cunt against his bulge. But he took his time to worship every millimeter of your skin and kissed again your neck, up to your jaw, until he reached the corners of your mouth.

Briefly he released his lips from your heated skin to look at you.

"So you're really okay with an arrangement with me?", he asked carefully to make sure you really agreed.

"Yes Jisung. I really want this too."

"Even though I'm lousy at flirting?", he smiled and you giggled at the memory of your first encounter.

"I'm sitting half naked on your lap with your mouth all over me... So take that as a win."

"I really do", he laughed and suddenly grabbed your chin, to kiss you deeply.

His lips tasted like caramel and coffee and you wanted to taste as much of him as possible. It was addicting and when the kiss got more and more sensual, as he touched every inch of your body, you began to rub your hips harder against his bulge. Desire burned in your veins, which is why you pulled his tank top over his head in one motion and tossed it carelessly aside. So you could finally look at his defined torso and you ran your fingers over each of his wiry abs.

Meanwhile he sucked on your nipple and kneaded the other one between his fingers. His tongue moved so sensually against your aroused breasts that you had to sigh softly. Completely absorbed in your body, he let his tongue circle around your nipple and bit into it, eliciting a hiss from you. Then he worked your skin further, sucking it so hard that red spots appeared so high up your neck you wouldn't be able to cover it up.

As he looked at his work, he grinned with satisfaction. Alarmed, you stared at him and gave him a slap on the chest.

"Ji! What if someone sees the marks?"

"Then they'll know you had fun", he replied cheekily, pressing his lips hard against yours again.

By now he was getting more and more impatient and even through the fabric of his pants you could feel that his length was already painfully hard. His hips began to rub against yours and your panties were already completely soaked.

He licked his tongue keenly into your mouth and his fast movements made you drowsy. Abruptly he pushed you back on the couch by your shoulders and knelt between your legs. With his hands he impatiently pushed your knees apart to get a glimpse of your middle.

"Fuck your so wet and your just mine right now."

"I'm just helping a friend", you teased him and looked up at him through your thick eyelashes.

A breathless laugh escaped him before he literally ripped your panties off your body. It landed somewhere in the room, as did your skirt, which he pulled off so fast it made you dizzy. Two fingers stroked teasingly over your cunt, and as he did so, his eyes bored relentlessly into yours. By the time you saw the mean grin, it was too late. He penetrated you hard with three fingers and began pumping them into you, not letting you take a breath.

The teasing between you two was obviously even stronger, when you fucked.

Immediately your hips snapped up, but he pressed them roughly back onto the couch. His thumbs circled over your clit and stars danced before your eyes, while you wheezed overwhelmed.

Now you could no longer suppress the unholy sounds.

Jisung's fingers were merciless and brought you closer and closer to the redemptive orgasm in no time. All the while he maintained eye contact, enjoying the aroused expression on your face, the half-open lips, and how your body squirmed beneath him.

"Look at you, so eager and needy to be used by me - you're such a cutie", he shot back and already the knot in your stomach was tightening. Just before the high was finally reached, he pulled his fingers out of you. Stunned, you stared at him, but he just laughed evilly.

"What the fuck, Ji?"

"Just wait, and I'll think about letting you come, honey."

If he didn’t climbed back between your legs, you would have hit him. But he started circling your clit with his tongue and you were suddenly caught in the rush of arousal again. He was insanely good with his mouth tightly pressed on your pussy, his tongue softly nudging your hole and humming against your cunt as you quivered beneath him. He didn’t rushed while eating you out. His hands pinned your thighs to your sides to keep them spread as his tongue licked stripes up the center of your pulsating pussy, triggering your desperate whimpers of need.

"You look so pretty, can't wait to feel you hugging my cock“, he grunted and grabbed your thighs harder and buried his face between your legs again. He did things with his tongue that you didn't even know were possible and the sounds of his mouth on you, echoed in your head.

His words turned you on even more and you yearned more and more for release, but Jisung was a brat and played his little games with you, as always.

He forced you to keep your trembling legs spread open, cleaning up the wetness that pooled down your thighs incessantly and onto the couch but just before you could finally come he broke off each time until you were about to cry.

"Hannie, please! Don't do this to me!"

You could clearly see that he loved the small whimpers you let out as soon as he stoped the stimulation on your pussy, feeling so empty without him filling you up and he practically was enflamed by your small tears of frustration as he continuously urged you towards orgasm only to leave you desperately on the edge, clit puffy and sensitive from his constant abuse.

"So what do you want, honey? Say it!", he commanded challengingly and you had to force yourself to actually beg him.

"Fuck me, Hannie! Please fuck me already! I want your dick inside of me, now!

That was exactly what he wanted to hear. He literally ripped off his pants and underwear and placed himself in front of your entrance. He was blessed with a beautiful thick and above average dick, that would ruin you.

Teasingly he slipped his tip through your folds and you already knew that he would stretch you out. Oh he loved the look of frustration building up on your face as he continuously had denied your release, but now he wanted to fuck you, until you would scream his name. And he definitely wouldn’t go easy on you.

He sunk his whole length into you in one motion.

His movements were slow at first and he savored every second. His arms were right next to your head and he looked deep into your eyes as his speed increased.

"Fuck you do feel amazing around me... So tight", he groaned and the interrupted orgasm rolled in with triple strength. But when you saw the gleam in his eyes, you knew he was up to something again. He visibly enjoyed the desperation in your eyes and every moan that he forced out of you, with every thrust into your pulsating cunt.

He constantly brought you to the brink of an orgasm with his length, twitching deep inside your core. Just as he got the sense that you were about to cum he hastily removed himself, cruel chuckles leaving him as you almost sobbed beneath him.

"I'm going to kill you, Hannie“, you huffed and pushed your hips against him.

Amused, he ran his hands through his hair and looked down at you. As he did so, he tried to memorize every little detail of your naked body. You were perfect and he knew he was already addicted to you and your body.

"You really want me this bad darling?", he teased.

"Shut up, idiot!" you pressed out, tears in the corners of your eyes.

He would drag it out until your high came over you with such force that you were just a fucked out mess with nothing else on your mind than his dick.

With your legs wrapped around his hips, you pulled him closer to you. He reached into your hair and pulled your head back by it as he thrusted hard into your aching pussy again. This time the ruts of his hips were exaggerated and sloppy. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head while he kept a bruising grip on your thighs, burying his dick further into your cunt. The filthy sounds of your wet pussy tightening around his length filled the room, soft curses falling from his lips once your hands tugged on his damp hair, mouth meeting his in a rough, passionate kiss while he continued his pleasurable abuse on your hole. He was stirred up even more by your pleas and bratty moans and would think of them, every time he would need to get off.

Just before you finally came, he broke off again in mid-motion. The pressure aches in every fiber of your body and you feared to faint if he doesn't finally let you release.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

Jisung's chest shook slightly as low chuckles left his kiss-bruised lips, hands softly pinching your ass as you wriggled beneath him, raising your hips to push your cunt further toward his leaking cock as soft pants and begs slipped past your glossy lips. He rubbed the head of his length between your folds, teasing your needy figure as you clawed your nails into his back.

"I can't get enough of the desperate tears in your eyes and the needy moans. You are so incredibly hot when all you want is my cock.“

"Fuck you!"

The insult crossed your lips before you could realize it. Surprised, he raised his eyebrows and looked as if you being bratty was turning him on even more. Before he could react, you straighten up, grabbed him by the shoulders and pressed him back until he was sitting under you.

This time you were the one overpowering him and you quickly sinked down on his length. Without consideration, you started riding his throbbing dick hard while resting your hands on his shoulders.

You elicited overwhelmed moans from him and you felt him twitch inside you. Soon he was gripping your hips so tightly with his hands that there would be definitely bruises left behind.

He snapped his hips into yours harder and harder and moaned: "I'm going to make you come so hard that everyone in the building will know who's fucking you right now."

It sounded like a promise he would keep, as the knot in your lower belly was so tense by now that you would probably explode. As his thrusts got even faster and he felt you tighten around him, he pressed you down on his length with both hands and that's when you finally came.

His name kept bubbling over your lips mixed with pornographic moans and whimpers and so he kept thrusting into you, making you work out your massive orgasm until the last second. It was overwhelming and you could see stars flashing in front of your eyes.

But he didn’t let go of you, instead he pushed you back onto the couch by your shoulders while you weren't fully conscious yet.

"You didn't think I was done with you already, did you?", he asked leaning over you, slowly pushing his length into your fucked out core again. Whimpering, you curled your fingers into his back and he began thrusting into you again.

He made you cum again and again until you were an absolute mess beneath him, legs trembling, tear stained cheeks and pussy aching from his torment. You scratched his back with your fingernails, trying to find something to hold on to, while your head and body felt like you were flying in ecstasy. Either you were in heaven or in hell. Your body was on fire and Jisung fucked you so good that you were a completely cockdrunk mess.

But eventually, he couldn’t hold back anymore and his thrusts became messier, until he came inside you with a growl.

Breathing heavily, you laid together for quite a while. Even though the couch was small, you snuggled together so that you could lie on it. He wrapped his arms tightly around you and pulled you to his chest.

Your legs wouldn't stop shaking and Jisung stroked your head as gently as if he hadn't just destroyed your pussy.

"You did that very well. You're really something special, darling."

His voice was like honey and he caressed you with so much loving attention that you snuggled closer, breathing in his scent and running your fingers dreamily over his chest.

"Did it help?", you asked, looking up at him.

He gave you a kiss on the forehead and looked at your face, as if in it alone he could find all the inspiration he was looking for.

"Definitely! I even have an idea for the hook already," he said with a grin, stroking his hand down your back.

"I think you're my muse."

Immediately your cheeks turned red and you hid your face against his chest.

"I'm glad if I could help“, you said sheepishly, and he lifted your chin a little with two fingers so you were looking into his eyes. The amber around his dark pupils sparkled beautifully and you lost yourself in it.

"You have to stay with us forever. Could you promise me that?", he asked, sounding way more serious. Like he was really afraid of losing something important.

"I don't plan to go anywhere“, you answered him and that's when your lips collided.

This kiss was different. It was sensual, slow and full of affection. There were hundreds of emotions all at once, all of them wrapping you in warmth. It was even as if you could feel his gratitude from his mere touch.

All of this mixed into a single feeling that filled everything like sunlight: pure happiness.

->Part 10

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[charliehoennam]

the road trip.

Pairing: Anthony Swofford x F!Reader

Summary: Tony and his girl decide to make the best of the time they have to together before the longest deployment he's ever had.

Warnings: nsfw smut, p in v, creampie, oral (both giving and receiving), unprotected sex, language, 18+ ONLY

SHARING IS CARING, SO PLEASE REBLOG

You woke up to the sound of running water coming from Tony's bathroom down the hall.

Being a natural morning bird, you weren't surprised to find his side of the bed empty, but you did wonder if he was able to get much sleep after your lovemaking.

As the warm water rained over his head, Tony closed his eyes dreading the day he'd have to say goodbye. It filled his heart with an agonizing anxiety just knowing that you'd be alone for such a long time.

Although he loved serving his country and following his father and grandfather's footsteps, he'd never thought he'd actually contemplate retiring from the service.

Dressed in only his army green t-shirt, you slid out of bed and knocked on the bathroom door, snapping him out of his dull trance and chasing away his worries. He smiled to himself knowing you were awake and told you to come in.

"Babe? Mind if I take a leak?" you smiled softly grabbing your toothbrush and his toothpaste.

"Not at all, sunshine. Knock yourself out. You wanna join me?"

"Lemme pee first then."

"Just pee in here," he smirked. "I ain't opposed to golden showers."

"Ew, Tony!" your laugh was partly muffled by your brushing as you sat on the toilet to relieve yourself. "I am not going to pee in the shower."

"Not even if it turns me on?"

"Well, I'd have to think about it. I can't just pee on command" you mumbled back.

"You'd really do that?" he asked surprised popping his head out from behind the shower curtain.

"For you, yeah."

"I was actually kidding, but I'm flattered" he grinned.

Despite last night's news, he seemed to be in a much better mood.

Tony was actually just determined to enjoy the day and make it the best you've ever had. You didn't know it yet, but it was going to be a very special day.

You chuckled in response as you flushed and walked to the sink to rinse your mouth.

"I'd do anything for ya, babe. You know that."

"Anything, huh?" he smirked watching you slide his t-shirt off from your body and toss it to the floor. "Why don't you come in here then and do something for me?

His dick couldn't help but twitch at the sight of your naked body. It was just his instinctive reaction to you, but it already had him stroking his cock to harden up.

"You are just always ready to go, aren't you?" you giggled stepping in the tub.

"I can't help myself, baby. Look at you. You're fucking beautiful."

Tony stared at you with hungry eyes as he stepped aside to make way so you could enjoy the water first; his hand never ceasing his movement below his hips as he watched the water trickle down over the curves of your breasts.

"You think so?" you smirked at his eager cock.

"I know so, sweetheart. So fucking sexy and beautiful. But what I really love is knowing you're all and only mine."

You nodded as you closed the space between your body, letting your perky nipples graze his chiseled chest.

"Yes, I am. I'm all yours, baby."

Dipping his head down to kiss you, you welcomed his tongue and let it dominate your mouth.

Feeling his cock poking your belly had your skin burning hotter than the water that now felt cold against you.

Your hand reached down to replace his and continued the firm stroking it as you knelt down.

Tony was so much taller than you that you couldn't comfortably reach his cock on your knees.

Already aware of the height differences between you, he sat on the edge of the tub on the opposite end of the shower with his back against the wall to allow you more comfort.

You thanked him with a smile that melted his heart like a flame held against wax.

He moaned when your tongue licked over the sensitive vein on the underside of his shaft. With his knees spread wide open, he let you effortlessly lull him into pleasure.

You took your time to cover every inch you knew he loved.

You sucked on each of his sensitive heavy balls, using your lips to delicately tighten around them, sending a wave of pleasure through his core to force out a breathless 'fuck' from his lips.

You teased the soft skin between his dick and balls with your tongue until he was begging you to suck him, desperate for your warmth.

Although you knew you could torture him like this, you decided to be nice today and obliged by taking his tip into your mouth. Your head bobbed up and down his deliciously thick and heavy cock as his hands gently gathered your hair to hold it back for you. It wasn't just to help you; he just loved watching your cheeks hollow out and your jaw hang open around his thick dick.

The moans from your throat vibrated down his legs into toe-curling pleasure.

"Fuck, baby. You know how to suck my cock just right" he breathed.

You chuckled muffled by his cock until you lifted your head up to press his tip against your lips to let your spit dribble past your lips, letting him watch his salty precum mix with your saliva.

"Look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth. You like that, baby?" he smirked praising you as he stared at your tongue twirling around his excited pink head. "You like sucking my cock?"

"Fucking love it. I love it even more when you come in my mouth. Make me swallow it all."

"Jesus, fuck..."

He gently pushed his dick back into your mouth, even more turned on than before just listening to your filthy words. He couldn't take it anymore.

He stood with your mouth still latched onto his cock and bent his knees for your comfort, urging to intensify the act.

You were so wet and warm on his cock and it drove him wild.

You loved it when he couldn't control himself anymore, surrendering himself to the pleasure.

You reminded yourself to breathe through your nose as his hips snapped ruthless against your face. As you cradled his aching balls, he shoved his cock down your throat over and over and over again, bottoming out completely despite your tearful gags.

Drool dripped from the corners of your lips and onto your chest, drawing strings of saliva and precum every time he pulled your head back before burying his dick down your throat again.

His hand tightened around your makeshift ponytail, tugging at your hair harder as his desire grew more and more with the gagged moans as he stuffed your mouth with cock.

He growled as he finally came in the back of your throat, holding your head all the way down his cock until he was sure you swallowed the large load.

Pulling away to let your breathe, he used his hand to milk the final drops against your red plushy lips and smirked darkly as he watched you lick it up, flaunting the pearly white drops against your tongue with teary eyes locked on his before swallowing it down and holding your tongue back out.

He smiled down at you and stroked your cheek with his thumb

"That's my girl. Taking cock like a champ. Think your pussy can take it well too?"

"Yes, sir" you smirked widely at the thought.

"Gimme a taste of it first, baby."

He helped you back up to your feet and knelt in front of you. Hook your leg over his shoulder, you set your foot against the tub's edge to balance yourself.

"Such a pretty little pussy all for me" he whispered against your mound before delving his tongue into your folds.

If there was one thing Tony excelled at, it was eating pussy. You tried not to think too much about it since it kinda made you jealous. But the way his tongue worked over your sensitive nub and licked your juices from your entrance was enough to silence those worries and make you melt into him.

It didn't take him very long to have your legs spasming from an orgasm, but it gave his body enough time to recover and harden again.

His shit-eating grin showed how proud he was for turning your pussy in a drenched slippery mess of juices.

Holding on your thigh as he stood, he effortlessly lifted the other with his free.

With your hand clasped around the back of his neck, he slid you up against the wall tiles with your legs spread opening over his arms. You slid a free hand down to align his dick to your soaking cunt, allowing him to slip it past your welcoming lips.

"Pussy so wet, it just slides right on in there" he smirked proudly at you.

"Like a glove" you moaned holding onto him.

As he pinned you to the wall, his hips slammed against your ruthlessly.

The bathroom was filled with panting breathy moans, echoing slaps of wet skin-against-skin as his balls smacked against your ass and the metallic rattling of his dog-tags hanging from his neck.

His lips were merciless against yours, mauling them with feverish kisses until your lips were swollen and sore.

He was hitting all the right places; the position he held you allowed him to fuck you raw and deep, tickling that specific spot in your core that made you come undone.

You begged him not to stop. You begged him to cum in your pussy and fill you up again. You reminded him how good he stretched your cunt out.

He tightened the grip on your ass as he held you firmly in place to fuck you harder.

Lowering his head, you followed his gaze to watch his beautifully angry cock brutalize your sopping pussy.

"Y-you fuck me s-so good!" you moaned loudly throwing your head back.

You could feel it building up again. The searing toe curling pleasure was beginning to ripple through from your core, forcing your fleshy walls to tighten around him.

You gasped as your body trembled from the pleasure, but he wouldn't stop. Tony refused to stop until you got what you asked for because his girl always gets what she wants.

"Tell me what you want, baby" he panted watching your breasts bounce wildly with every thrust.

"Fi-fill me up again, T-Tony. Please! Please! Please! Cum in-in my pussy, Tony!"

Hearing you beg sent him over the edge with a husky low growl that sounded as animalistic as the sex.

His hips thrusted into you once, twice, three times as your pussy milked his cock of every drop of cum he could release into your womb.

Stilling his thrusts, he held himself inside your pussy to keep his load in place while he lifted his head to capture your lips in a passionately tender kiss, letting the water rain down over his back to soothe and calm you both from your high.

The intense shower sex left your legs wobbly as you got dressed in a part of denim shorts, a cute flirty top and a pair of low top sneakers.

Tony dressed himself in his favorite jeans and white t-shirt with a pair of black sunglasses hanging from his collar. The most important item was tucked secrely in his bag, hidden away from your eyes.

He thought about leaving it in his pocket, but since you'd be going on ride at the pier, he was worried it could slip out and be lost forever.

Thanks to the late start in the shower, you opted to have breakfast on the road, stopping at the highway Denny's for a quick bite.

The drive to Santa Monica consisted of talk, music and laughter. Having bought a camcorder, you decided to turn it on to film bits and pieces of your road trip.

You'd done it many times before and Tony welcomed it, agreeing that it would be nice to document your intimate moments so he could watch them while overseas or even share it with your family if it came to having one together.

During the drive, you debated which rides and foods to try first, which radio station to listen to, if The Backstreet Boys or Christopher Cross sang 'Sailing' better after singing along to it.

There was never a dull time with Tony. He just felt like home. Like you could talk about anything and everything and still be so interested in everything he has to say.

Tony loved that you were so comfortable and down-to-earth around him instead of constantly worrying about if you looked pretty or how you sounded in sharing your thoughts. He adored that you were willing to speak your mind freely and respectfully debate him if he had an opposing opinion.

You weren't just arm candy to him or someone to flaunt off. You were his best friend; the one person in the world he felt he could be himself around.

There was a level of comfort between you that blossomed organically and effortlessly. Neither of you were afraid to be yourselves because that's what you loved the most.

As you reached the hotel, you realized why Tony hadn't told you anything about it. He wanted to surprise you and he knew you wouldn't have agreed to stay in a fancy hotel only for two days.

"Tony, you said you got us a simple hotel. This is not a simple hotel."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I just wanted to do something nice for us. It's for a night. Might as well treat ourselves" he smirked slyly as the valet opened the car door for you.

Walking into your room, you were speechless. The room was elegantly simple, but the oceanfront from the balcony was beyond breathtaking.

You instantly gravitated to the balcony and stepped out onto it. Gasping at the view, you held the railing in awe.

Tony followed you quiet and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, enveloping your frame.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it, Tony. But you didn't need to go all out to impress me. I would've been happy with something simpler than this."

"I know, babe. But you deserve more and if I can spoil ya, I will." He smiled as he pressed a kiss to the back of your head.

"I figured we could spend the day today at the pier. Then enjoy a relaxing night in the hotel's hot tub. And relax on the beach tomorrow. What do you think?"

"I love the sound of that."

[yoyitos]

i just downloaded the app back again just to write and let any person that is reading this, that the law of assumption is a law, and that our minds YOUR mind is the most powerful thing alive.

okey. so. let me get this straight. i had always had hope in the law of assumption, but the hope in here is useless babe... we need confidence, we need persistence, we don't need the 3 minutes of hype where you read "you already have everything in this moment" and after that still in the state of waiting for something.

KEEP IT SIMPLE! think of what you want, desired face? okey. change your selfconconcept of the person that has the face, and i know that a lot of bloggers say just that, but im telling you, your only job in here is to think from the prespective that you already have it baby. don't stress yourself, everything will change because if it is in your imagination and you accept that it will reflect in the 3d, thats literally everything everything and everything . you don't need to change your thoughts, only your state, you want to get into the void this night? imagine however you want that you are waking up with everything you wanted, it is not a desire, it is the reality. you want proof? go to your imagination. everything is there.

what i manifested and how i did it?

i never liked the list of things that someone manifested because they were like... too simple for me 😭 i wanted big sh1ts, so i said; if they aren't gonna do it, let me do it first. i did it. 🙆🏻‍♀️

changed my COMPLETELY APPEARANCE. i mean, i look exactly but so much hotter like Shin Ryujin the idol from south korea! (love that queen xoxoxo)

changed my complete body. from shoulders to toes. im telling you. i have already 3 days since i manifested it and im still shocked how easy is it. please. don't overthink anything. just accept that your imagination and subconscious is taking care of everything. believe in you.

changed my nationality to chinese (got that many ppl will criticize me but whatever, im still being the hot chinese girl)

changed my age to 19 years old. changed all of my documents. changed all of my past too.

changed my family. changed my life completely.

being the first always, always, always in my university, im studying psychology now. <3

changed my house of course. changed how wealthy i am. im telling you from the top of my heart. you can get free money from millions and millions of places and situations. you just need to accept that you deserve them. because we deserve the best and anything more low than that. get it?

changed my idioms. i grew up in france now so i know perfectly french, i know chinese, korean, english and german.

i know to play piano, bass guitar and violin like if i played them since i was a kid. 🥺

living in seoul korea. having the hot rich popular kind style living in seoul. 😩

making everyone being interested in me, i mean, i just thought for a second that everyone is gonna be interested in me when i will get into the university and guess what. they did.

getting into the void everytime i get to sleep. so if i want something to manifest tomorrow my subconscious is gonna make it for me. 🫂

having s3x with desired person. having him crazy for me. i really love him :( just... so happy i kept persisting. everything is done baby. don't worry.

meeting with desired famous ppl. i mean. just meeting them like a fan. not into that lol

how i did it?

just simply accepting that the law of assumption is a law. if i assume that i have something is it how i say. i don't need to argue with nobody in this 3d. nah. just minding my own business and keeping myself relaxed being "delusional" whatever, i just said, i want this life and after years of knowing the law of attraction (worst era ngl) and now knowing the law of assumption i decided what i wanted. just affirm to youserlf. if i wanted proof i will meditate and see it in my imagination. that's everything. i never ever liked any methods or sht like that. just sleep knowing that when i wake up or everything will be already materialized because i saw it in my imagination or i will get into the void. whatever. i will still get everything however way. you get me?

nothing is said in stone just if you say so. so get up that subconscious of yours and impress it. make it feel like you don't have anything to do anymore. DON'T COMPLICATE ANYTHING. 🥲

tips;

1. there are no tips.

YOU GOT THIS ALREADY! imagination should be a comfortable space. keep your time. don't worry for anyone, everything will work out for you. you need something urgent for tomorrow? is not anymore you needing it urgent, is you being relaxed knowing that if you can feel it in your imagination, everything and everyone will morph to make your imagination a fact, because there's no other option.

you assume that if you have it in your imagination everything will morph to please you, because you deserve anything but the best.

you accept it. even if you doubt. don't feel hope. feel confidence. you can't fail. if you say that you will not get anything, you are manifesting that you will not get it. if you say that no matter what you see everything will be as how you please. that will manifest. nothing is upper or lower. is the same. but you decide, what version will you be?

yoyitos. ★

[asterias-record-shop]

hiiii babe i love your writing!! ethan landry is one of my fav characters and u write him sooooo well. may i please request a fic where you and ethan are talking about specific kinks and then you try them in bed (can be whatever you want) thank you so much :)

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— i don’t like vanilla

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As Ethan collapsed on top of you, your eyes rolled back into your head. You had been dating for months and all your sex life has been just pure vanilla. Just pure and plain vanilla, and as good as Ethan’s dick was, it still wasn’t good enough for you. You wanted something rough and passion filled, something dark with hints of spice like a dark chocolate and red chili peppers and not just sweet.

And as much as you loved Ethan, for fucks sake you were tired of faking it.

“Feel good, my precious girl?” Ethan lifted himself slightly, humming as he pressed soft kisses against your cheeks and face.

“Mhm,” you hummed slightly, offering him a smile you tried your best to seem real. “So good.”

He smiled slightly, holding himself up with one arm and pushing his now cut hair back. You mentioned how no man could pull off a mullet, and he was determined to prove you wrong, and he did. His new haircut made him so much hotter.

You let out another hum as he leaned down, pressing a firm kiss to your lips as his body shined from the layer of sweat on his skin. “You don’t have to lie, you know,” he whispered, pulling away slightly as your eyes snapped open. “I can tell when you fake it.”

You grimace as he slowly sat up, moving to lay down on his back next to you. “Am I not good?”

“What? N-No, Ethan, you’re good!” You say quickly, sitting up and leaning on his chest, gasping when you see his eyes begin to water. “No, Ethan-!”

“Fucking hell, I’m so pathetic. I can’t even make my girlfriend cum-“

“No, Ethan!” You say quickly, shaking your head as you cover his mouth. “It’s not you. It’s me.”

He glared at you as you sighed, softly drawing patterns on his chest. “I don’t… I don’t like vanilla.”

He paused, sniffling as he brought a hand to your back. “Wh-What do you mean? You don’t like… the flavor?”

His words make you giggle, shaking your head as you lean forward for a soft kiss against his pretty lips. “I meant… vanilla sex. I like it rough.”

Ethan didn’t speak for a minute, making you bite your lip anxiously, letting your nails softly scratch against his chest. “So… what do you like?”

You cleared your throat softly, slightly embarrassed. You were a virgin before you met Ethan, only figuring out what you thought you liked through porn because you had never actually experienced it. “Well uhm… I don’t know.”

Ethan paused, confused. “What do you mean, you don’t know?”

You shrugged, tossing a leg over his waist and straddling him as you started to pump his cock. This conversation never should have happened. “Nothing, nothing. Another round, let’s go another round.”

“Y/N,” he whispered, sitting up as he softly kissed your forehead. “Don’t do that. Tell me what you think you like, and we’ll try it out. Anything you want.”

You paused, tilting your head. “Anything?”

It was his turn to pause, swallowing. “Yeah, anything, but we should come up with a safeword, right?”

You hummed, nodding. “Mhm,” you whisper, your stomach already twisting in anticipation. “What about… Strawberry?”

He smiled nodding. “Perfect. Now tell me… what do you like, hm? Or… what do you think you like?”

A smile blooms on your face, something perfect coming into mind. “You know role play, right?”

Ethan nodded slightly, a little confused. “Yeah… yeah, I do. What… what kind were you thinking about?”

You smiled, tilting your head. “Well… maybe when I come home, you’ll be all dressed nicely for me… and I can use you however I want. That way I can learn what I like.”

He laughed slightly, shaking his head. “Yeah, okay,” he whispered back, smiling as he softly bumped his nose to yours. “I can do that.”

“Good,” you add, smiling up at him as he stared down at you- his pretty brown eyes just staring into your own. “I love you, E. So much.”

Ethan smiled, nodding slightly as he stroked your hair and leaned down for a soft kiss. “I love you too, darling. Why didn’t you just tell me sooner?”

You shrugged, shaking your head. “I don’t know… it just, didn’t seem right?”

He sighed softly, pressing another kiss to your head before shaking his head. “You need to tell me if I’m not doing good. I’ll never learn if you don’t tell me.”

You hummed softly, nodding as you softly patted his chest. “I know. Now, when are we going to try these things out, hm?”

The day came sooner than you expected, Ethan actually doing way more than not only what you told him to do, but also more than you thought he would do.

“What do you think?” Ethan asked, motioning at the vibrators, plugs, whips, paddles, handcuffs- everything to get into BDSM sex.

“Ethan…” you breathed, inhaling. “That’s a lot.”

He smiled widely at you, tilting his head slightly. “I’m going to make you cum, Y/N. For real.”

Ethan had to have watched hours of porn to learn how to do this to you- your wrists tied with vinyl tape against the headboard as you squirmed against the vibrator he pressed to your clit and the one pushing in and out of your cunt. Your heels were digging into the mattress, the vibrations making your stomach twist and your hips rutting into the air.

“G-Goodness, Ethan-!” You screamed out, gasping before you whined loudly as his fingers slowly trailed down your cum caked inner thighs. You had probably cum at least three times, his fingers barely trailing over your inner thighs and your sensitive tummy. “Please- please, please, please!”

He hummed softly as his other hand trailed a paddle along the side of your thighs, tilting his head. “Please what?”

“N-Need to cum!” You didn’t even register the clamp put onto your clit, a scream coming from your mouth as he tugged softly and you threw your head back.

“Yeah, you do… because you’re a whore, aren’t you?” He tilted his head slightly, staring at you with a slight bite of his lip.

There’s the degradation you both talked about.

“Y-Yes, I am!” You screamed, groaning loudly as he hummed.

“Yes? A good, perfect little whore,” combined with that praise you loved so much.

“Ethan, please!” Your sobs were music to his ears — your mascara running down your cheeks, your eyes shiny… oh, you looked perfect.

“Do you want my cock in you when you cum?”

You exhaled sharply, nodding. Oh, he was finally going to do it, finally.

“Well too bad,” he smirked, tilting his head. “You don’t like vanilla, right? So you’re just going to have to wait.”

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[scekrex]

Another request💕💕💕 hurt/comfort 💕😭

Male reader x Adam were reader feels like he isn't enough for Adam and all ways flinchs, he got that from his parents who were abusive ( you can skip this if you not comfortable) 💕

Who will Adam react?

If you can thank you 💕💕💕

I've got you hun! This is basically the headcanons but I turned em into a story, hope that's fine by you, xoxo/p

Lonely Eyes

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, mentions of past abuse, trauma response

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

It was quite hard for you to believe he actually loved you the way you loved him - you weren't saying he was lying to you, he was acting too kind for that, but it felt like every second he could see someone hotter than you, someone more attractive than you and leave you for them. Because in God's holy name, why would someone as handsome, someone as cocky date someone like you? You didn't know, there was no way that made it make sense.

You were constantly drowning in thoughts that told you you weren't enough, that he deserved better than you, in hell's seven rings, he couldn't even touch you without you flinching away. No hugs, no cuddles, no casual touches like having him wrap his arm around you. You always flinched away from his touch, no matter how soft it was.

It was a very obvious trauma response from when you had been alive. Your dad had been abusive, the man had hit you whenever he could, if there had been no reason, he had made one up.

Adam knew about that and he understood, well he did to a certain level.

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“Y/N,” Adam said as he entered the living room, you looked up from the book you were reading, “I wanna talk to you about something.” Oh fuck. That was it. He had finally had enough of your bullshit and was going to break up with you now. “Let’s get this over quickly,” you sighed, sadness washed over your entire body language and Adam frowned in confusion, “What?” You looked up at him, “You wanna shatter my fucking heart and break up with me? Do it quick.” You tossed your book to the side and got up from the couch. It had only been a matter of time after all, better sooner than later, it would make the pain more bearable.

“The fuck are you talking about, babes? No one's gonna break up with your fucking ass,” the brunette stated as he walked over to you. His hands slowly came up to cup your face but he stopped right before touching your warm skin, he wanted your approval. You slowly leaned into his big palm and smiled a little when his thumb caressed your cheek. “No?” you asked, completely drowning in this sweet sensation, “Are you sure?” Adam looked baffled, then responded, “Am I sure? Am I sure? Babes,” he moved your head a little which caused you to open your eyes and look at him, “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my fucking life. I fucking love your ass, babes, ain't no way I'm giving you up.” Words of affirmation seemed like a lie to you, well they usually did. But with Adam? He seemed to be honest about it and while you still didn't understand how he could love someone like you, you chose to enjoy his company, love and affection for as long as he intended to stay. It was simply the best thing you could do.

“So the thing I wanted to talk about,” the first man brought up the original topic that conversation was supposed to be about, “What would you say if I told you that I got us a table in that fancy ass restaurant you like so much?”

Your eyes beamed at him.

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Could you do, "They told me you left." With captain syverson, please? ❤️

of course babe! xo

You heard a deep, gruff sounding Southern accent drawl out your name, causing you to spin around on your heels, turning to face the man the voice belonged to. You raised an eyebrow upon realizing it was Luke Syverson, the last person you ever expected to see here. "They told me you left. Yesterday morning, actually," you said softly, your eyes fixated on him, committing his face to memory in case this impromptu reunion is the last of its kind. "I did, sort of," Luke nodded, taking his sunglasses off and resting them atop his head. He looked around outside, frowning as he noticed the expression on your face, "I figured you'd be happy to see me though." "I would be under any normal circumstances, but the fact that you're not on the plane to Iraq right now tells me either something is wrong, or you didn't get medical clearance to go back over." "Something is wrong, I'll give ya that much." "Care on sharing it with the rest of the class, Luke? Or just gonna keep it to yourself and let me guess?" Luke's lips curled up into a mischievous grin. He shook his head with laughter as he looked at you, his blue eyes meeting your gaze for a split second before breaking contact. He shrugged his large, burly shoulders before continuing. "I mean, it's not like anyone's gonna die over it serious. Just...I needed to tell ya something." "I'm listening." "Look, Sugar, I like you. I don't tend to like too many people, I'm sure everyone's told ya. But, I like you. I don't go handin' out nicknames to just anyone. I've been callin' ya Sugar for months now. Don't ya think that means somethin'?" "It means you like me enough to give me a pet name, so what? My best friend and I call each other "babe" all the time." Luke let out a frustrated, strangled sounding groan as he shook his head again. He held out his large hands in front of him, gesturing for you to stop for a moment so he could recollect his thoughts. "Let me try again, ok? I like ya, Sugar. I want to see where things go for us. I managed to extend my leave by a few weeks. I'm not needed over there just yet, and when I found out, the first thing I wanted to do was see ya, see that pretty lil' face of yours and hold ya close, that kinda thing. That's not how I normally am with people, you know?" "Luke, are you trying to ask me out?" "Trying and not succeeding, yeah." "Yes." "Yes?" Luke raised an eyebrow in confusion, "Sugar, I'm not following ya." "Yes, I'll go out with you, Luke," you said with a laugh, shaking your head as you wrapped your arms around his neck, gently pulling him down for a kiss. Luke wrapped his strong arms around you tightly, his lips finding yours in a hungry, passionate kiss. His beard tickled your lip as your tongues became entangled with one another, the fiery heat between the two of you burning brighter and hotter with every passing second. You'd been wanting this, longing for it and dreaming of it for weeks since you were introduced to him by a mutual friend at a barbecue earlier this summer.

Luke had come home on leave, and not having a family to come home to, his high school best friend, who had married your own best friend while Luke was deployed overseas, had invited the two of you over for dinner one night. Drinks were shared, stories told, and sparks flew instantly. Luke, to his credit, had been nervous about starting anything with someone, unsure how long of a stay stateside he'd get to have before being called back. However, the chemistry between you both was too much for anyone to deny. You'd let him go, not wanting to create issues for him while he was away, but knowing that you'd spend every day waiting for a friendly teasing email from him, signed off with a flirty little salutation at the end. Now, however, Luke was yours. You had a few weeks to prepare yourself before seeing him off, but, you knew that you'd savour every moment together - making it impossible this time for either of you to leave without needing to say goodbye.

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Hi. I was wondering if you'd be willing to write an kind of AU where Sihtric can actually hear people's thoughts. Something like telepathy. And he meets Reader and he can hear all her thoughts also about himself. That would be kind of scary 😂 but also I'm sure you'd make it super fun. I don't care if you make it medieval or modern,anything you'd like.

Note: giving u all a break from my Halloween fic as I edit the next chapters. And oh my god, this idea was so cute! I could've made this SUCH a long fic, but I got too much going on already, so I kept it simple. hope you like it!

Warnings: suggestive, lots of curse words...

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: Sihtric noticed a new library employee, and you certainly had loud thoughts about him.

Word count: 1,8k 

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'I just can't focus on the words anymore.'

Sihtric worked from home, as it was the only way he could keep a job. And to prevent himself from isolating, he goes to the library every day, when his work was done. He had been going to the library ever since he recently moved, and by now he already knew all the employees by face, and thoughts. But today, as he had to return a book he had borrowed, he saw someone new behind the service desk. Someone seemingly innocent who took his breath away at first glance.

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Sihtric was blessed with a curse. He was one of the very few who was able to hear other people's thoughts. It had driven him insane when he grew up. But as he got older, he learned how to deal with it. He could almost tune it out, so to speak, but it was still always there. He was sick and tired of the people in his hometown, so he had recently moved. He found the library in his new city a lovely place, as it was quiet and with little people around, and those who were around usually had no thoughts going on, because they were reading or writing in peace.

'Hi,' you looked up from your computer, 'how can I help you?' Holy shit, you thought, which Sihtric heard.

'Hey,' Sihtric smiled, 'eh, I'd like to return this book.'

'Sure thing, you got your library card?' what the fuck…

'Of course, hold on, it's somewhere in my backpack,' Sihtric said and started rummaging around in the bag.

Where did this guy come from? Oh my god… what a babe. That jawline, that accent, those arms- wait, are those scars on his face? Oh my… I sure like a bad boy. And that hair! Oh, sweet Jesus, the wild hair. Wait, what book is he returning… you glanced at the book on your desk, damn, A Brief History of Time? Okay… pretty boy got the brains too...

Sihtric smirked as he looked for his library card. He usually didn't enjoy hearing what people thought of him, but you had to be the prettiest lady he had ever seen. And he was happy to hear you thought he wasn't bad himself.

'Here,' he handed you the card and looked into your eyes.

What the fuck, he has two different coloured eyes? IS THAT EYELINER? Oh my fucking god, I am very unwell right now…

'Thanks,' you smiled as you took his card. 

Are those lines tattooed on his fingers? Jesus fucking christ, I'd let this guy rail me in the backroom right now…

Sihtric suddenly coughed and tried to compose himself as you scanned his card and the book he's returning.

'There you go. Anything else?' you pushed his library card back over your desk and smiled. If you need any help… anything… ANYTHING

'It's taken care of?' he asked while putting the card back in his backpack, trying not to smile.

'Yep, you can borrow another book again if you wish.' do you want me to read you anything? At night? In bed perhaps?

'Thanks,' he smiled, 'not to be nosy, but… are you new here? I've been here daily for a few weeks now, ever since I moved, and I haven't seen you before.'

Aha, new guy in town I see… well, hello...

'Oh, no, I've been working here for years,' you said, 'but I was on holiday, only returning last weekend. So back to work it is.' you are hotter than the temperature on that island I was at…

'I see,' Sihtric chuckled, 'a damn shame time flies when you're on holiday, right?'

'A damn shame,' you smiled. A damn shame you're probably not single…

'I am,' Sihtric blurted out.

'W-what?' you froze. What the fuck?! 

'I mean,' Sihtric cleared his throat, 'I… I am Sihtric,' he saved himself, holding his hand out to you.

'S-Sihtric,' you smiled, 'I'm (y/n),' you said and shook his hand. Fuck, I love a guy with a firm handshake. I wonder what else is firm about him…

'Nice to meet you,' Sihtric tried to suppress a grin, 'I'll be seeing you around.' He winked before he turned his back to you, on his way to pick another book to read.

He did not just wink. Did he wink? Oh my god. OH. MY. GOD. I have to text the girls…

Sihtric chuckled to himself as he heard your thoughts. He scanned his eyes over numerous titles until he found something that seemed interesting, before he purposely went to sit close to the service desk. Close to you. 

You looked up as you saw movements in the corner of your eye, and you found Sihtric smiling at you as he sat down. Sir, the whole library is free… why… why must you sit there. A torture.

'Found a new one to read,' Sihtric said, holding up a book.

'Enjoy,' you chuckled. My god, he is cute. He is ridiculously cute. And hot. That's it, I'm calling the cops. This is a whole crime… I better call the fire brigade too. AND the medics, because someone needs to check my pulse…

Sihtric hid his face behind his book and couldn't stop smiling. He thought you were cute, yet not that innocent though. But Sihtric didn't mind that, because if he was honest; he would totally rail you in the backroom too right now. But he was a gentleman, for now, and you were at work. 

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Do your job, girl, come on. Stop letting your eyes wander to the insanely hot guy with the strange name- oh, fuck no!

Sihtric looked up from his book.

'Hello, beautiful!' a man said as he walked up to you.

'Shhh! This is a library!' you hissed quietly, 'how many times do I have to tell you?'

'I know, I know,' the man said more quietly now, 'just came here to see you again.'

I know, you fucking creep. You smiled.

'So, you never answered my question the other day… when I was here?' the man said and leaned over the counter, peeking at your legs under your work skirt. I'd make good work of those legs, mhm.

Sihtric grimaced at the unheard interaction. You were clearly creeped out by the guy, and rightfully so, he was old enough to be your grandfather, but he clearly had other ideas than slipping you some money to go and buy an ice cream, you know, the thing grandfathers are supposed to do.

'I'm sorry, but it's a work policy that I cannot go out with customers,' you said politely. This lie better fucking work…

'Oh, come on,' the man said. One night, he thought, that's all I need to ravag-

'Lady?' Sihtric called out to you, 'do you have a moment?'

'Yes!' you rushed away from the old creep. Oh thank god, praise the lord. Wait, better grab that clipboard and hold it behind my back so the creep can't check out my ass…

'Do you need something?' you asked Sihtric.

'Not really,' he whispered, 'but, I couldn't help noticing…' Sihtric cocked his head slightly towards the old man.

Fucking hell, that's how obvious it is? This is so embarrassing…

'Yeah,' you said softly, 'he's been hitting on me for months,' you made a grossed out face, 'I keep telling him no but he keeps coming back.'

'Won't your boss do anything about that?'

'My boss?' you scoffed, 'he doesn't give a shit about the employees.' He only cares about money. He doesn't even care that the creep waits outside until closing time, following me home…

'Can I help you somehow?' Sihtric asked, concerned about the behaviour of the man and the way no one seemed to care.

Oh my god, he's so fucking cute… why can't this guy wait outside for me until closing time...

'No,' you smiled weakly, 'that's…that's really sweet, but there's nothing you can do, I'm afraid.' But you could hold me in those muscular arms…

'Okay,' Sihtric said, 'does he… does he stick around?' he carefully asked.

'Yeah, the creep figured out my shifts… his name is Aethelhelm, by the way, I guess calling "the creep" is a bit rude.'

'No worries,' Sihtric smiled, 'he looks like a creep.'

'He is,' you laughed softly and looked into Sihtric's eyes. Fuck… this guy is so beautiful. Wait, did his eyes just light up?

Sihtric quickly looked away and bit down on his lip.

'Anyway,' you cleared your throat, 'I… I should get back to work. Back to the creep,' you made a face, to which Sihtric smiled. 'But thanks for the distraction.'

'Anytime, lady,' Sihtric said and gave you a small nod. And he couldn't help checking out your ass when you walked back to your desk, and he bit down a smile when he heard your thoughts.

Yeah... I'd totally let him do me in the backroom…

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'You finished that book already?' you asked about an hour later, when you saw Sihtric got up and was on his way to head out of the library. What kind of question is that, you dumbass. Well done being smooth…

'I guess,' you smiled. I hope so…

'No,' Sihtric smiled and shrugged. He had been glancing at you the whole time when you managed to focus on your work again, and his eyes kept trailing back to you. 

'I just can't focus on the words anymore,' Sihtric continued, 'so that's my signal to go home. I'll see you around.'

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'No, no, no,' you sighed when you saw Aethelhelm was waiting for you again as you closed the library. Maybe if I'm really fast he won't be able to catch up with me...

You quickly locked the door and almost sprinted around the corner, where you bumped into someone.

'I'm sorry!' you blurted out. Oh my god… oh no…oh no, I'm feeling myself blush!

'Oh, hey,' Sihtric smiled, 'are you okay? You look a little spooked.'

'Yeah, fine,' you lied and glanced back over your shoulder, 'just eager to get home.' 

And get away from that fucking creep! Oh, no. No he's coming over. Oh for fuck sakes.

You looked back at Sihtric. I hope you will forgive me…

You grabbed Sihtric by his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. It took him a few seconds to adapt to the situation. He already knew you were hiding from Aethelhelm, but didn't quite expect this. Yet he wasn't complaining, and he kissed you back without hesitation.

Fuck he's a good kisser, you thought, and Sihtric smiled against your lips as he pulled you closer. 

Oh my god, you moaned softly against his lips, oh my god, fuck, he's so hot. Wait, what is he doing, you felt Sihtric's hands slide down your lower back, onto your ass. Sihtric knew "the creep" would see it, and he also knew what you had been thinking about earlier that day, so he amusingly squeezed your ass, firmly.

Oh, fuck, those hands… oh dear lord, I will be thinking about him tonight…  

You raked your fingers through his loose hair, kissing him as Sihtric pushed you back towards the library entrance while "the creep" had already turned and left, looking upset. 

Wait… you thought as you were pushed up against the library door, his lips still pressed onto yours, what… what is he doing… the library is closed…

'You wish to be railed in the backroom, lady?' Sihtric grinned

Oh, sweet Jesus, it's like he can read my thoughts, yes, please...

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[cottondo]

Hey babes! First of all, let me just say that I ADORE your writing <3333 I can tell you have a lot of passion for what you do!

If it’s alright with you, I’d like to request a Blitzø x fem! reader story. Preferably how he navigates a shy, sweet imp. I was thinking that they could have been childhood friends or something like that. Whatever you decide to do I’ll read (and love) it <3333

Thank you so much!!

aahww thank you sm lovebug🥹💞 I appreciate the kindness !

also,, really hope I got your request right?? I lowkey wasn’t exactly sure on what you wanted LMAO but I hope you like it regardless <3

Blitzo x fem! imp reader | navigate

The sound of your breath in a humid environment was all you could really focus on. Or, more so, trying to control it.

Blitzo insisted taking you on some stupid 'adventure', —if thats what he called it— and of course, it turned into a mission.

Why the hell wouldn't it! You didn't expect much less from him.

You particularly didn't care much for his mission work. Sure, okay, it seemed kinda cool sometimes- - but the,, almost double-dying part, was intimidating as fuck.

Keeping all your limbs attached to your body was really your biggest goal living down in Hell. It was easy enough to end up getting stabbed, maybe break a horn or two, or even end up in a shitty situation with some demon lords that rule rings trying to chase you down. Especially as an imp!

Maybe it was because you actually valued your death-life, and Blitz,, .. just didnt? But, regardless, you didn't wanna be here, doing this today.

A heavy hand rests on your shoulder abruptly, causing a small flinch to react from your figure.

Blitz leans in close, a crazy little smirky smile on his face. If the space between you got any smaller, you thought your oxygen levels would've been completely cut.

He managed to drag you into some hide out, a gun in his hand, army crawl position beside you in a long vent you two crawled inside of together. Shoulders harshly bumping against each other's to prover just how little space there actually was inside.

It was hot in here, and he was hotter, which only added to the uneasiness you felt in your chest.

"Don't tell me you're bitchin' out on me, y/n." He whispers to you, eyes focusing on your nerves. Blitz knew you better than just about anyone. And to be fair, he should. You two have been friends since childhood, so nothing goes unseen around him.

Your frown lightens, vision trailing to look back at him. "Nooo? I'm totally fine," you flash a cheesy smile back.

Blitzo's eyes roll, "Yea- ok, I'm teaching you combat, whether you like it or not, bitch. If youre gonna be working with us, you can't just sit around at the desk looking all cute and shit, everyday." He reminds you, "I need you to learn how to be more assertive!"

He thought you were cute? Ayee, score for you.

Your lips curl into a smirk over at him.

"As cute as I am, I can still be assertive." Now it was your turn to remind him.

It didnt look like he believed that statement. Actually, you knew he didnt.

"What happens when some dick fucker tries being an asshole to you? Pulls out a gun? One day I'm not gonna be able to get there quick enough to save your sorry ass." He frowns, some annoyance clear in his tone.

Your eyes widen, and your lips sound a gasp as you face him. "Oh my god- - is that the sound of you caring about someone other than yourself~?" You tease sarcastically, eyelids lowering casually again. Blitz turns away with a scoff.

"I didn't know that was even possible," you add onto the teasing, obviously getting some sort of rise out of him.

"Listen!" He narrows his vision. "Oka- you know damn well that I—"

His words get cut off. The sound of a door opening, and footsteps entering the room catch both of your attentions. You flinch when the door slams shut behind the figure. It was a short demon. Big horns, and an even bigger snout. He sort of looked like a dead pig. You cringe.

"Oh, fuck." Blitz smirks, raising up his gun. "This is too easy. You comin' or what?" His shoulder nudges yours. You give a dull look in reply. "Do I have a choice?"

"No, you don't." He smirks over his shoulder at you.

You follow close behind his army crawl towards the end of the vent. It wasn't far away at all, just totally felt uncomfortable being on your hands and knees in such a small space for so long.

Blitz quickly kicks out the vent door, and jumps down to the floor with his gun tightly in hand. Your eyes watch his figure as he lands perfectly in the room, alerting the demon who was on Blitz' kill list.

Damn.

It was kind of crazy how good his combat is. You know he has a lot of practice- - which does make you slightly worry from time to time about just how much trouble this job really gets him into. (And how much more it'll get you into if he continues to drag you along for the ride.)

With a small push, you slip yourself out of the vent, and land on two feet with a practiced swiftness. You've gotten enough rehearsal time to do small, crafty things, but you weren't perfect- - nothing like how Blitz was, anyway.

But at least you still looked good doing it.

The listed demon looks quickly between the both of you, Blitz ready with a crazed grin on his face while holding the gun, and you, with your knife strapped to your side, looking nothing as intimidating.

"Y/N! Grab him!" Blitz commands from you.

You hesitate for a second, "Blitz, do we really hav—"

"Cmon!" Blitz tosses his head back and groans, quickly rebounding and aiming the gun to the guys head before he got any bright ideas. "Lets dance, bitch!"

The demon, though all three of you were trapped in a very small room, does his absolute best to dodge each and every bullet. For a porky lookin dude, he was quick on his hooves. He managed to miss most if not all, bullets aimed his way.

You lunge forward, and tackle him to the ground like a tiger pouncing its prey. Blitz cheers you on, fist pumped up in the air as he watches with excitement down at you. "Thats what im talkin about, y/n! Now tie his ass up, we gotta use him as bait for the rest of them."

"The rest of them?" You glare in question.

His hand tosses you down a rope, which you had no idea where he kept it hidden all this time, but look up to Blitz anyway, as you struggled a little, straddling to keep the demon down beneath you.

Your hands desperately grab the rope, and you begin tying. Blitz insisted no helping, as this was his way of teaching you proper ways to hustle- - but you'd gladly accept it if he offered any.

First, you wrap up the struggling mans hands, then, you move down to his kicking feet. He managed to give your shoulder a good hit with his foot, but that only resulted in Blitz raising his own foot, and forcefully bringing the tip of his boot into the guys side. The demon lets out a groan.

"Damn, what the hell, asshole." You glare down at the demon who only glares back up at you through his groans. Your hands take the bandana from around his neck, and retie it around his mouth to prevent any sounds coming out of him.

"Great, now lets get the fuck out of here!" Blitz grins, picking up the hostage and throwing him over his shoulder with a small struggle. You follow along close behind, eyes checking both sides of you with some slight paranoia. It already came to the point in the day where you were very much over this job. Why the fuck couldn't you guys have just stayed in the circus business?

"Y/N! Take out those assholes up on the catwalks!" Blitz points to a few more demons that were going to be next on your list for the day.

While the two of you ran for the far exit, your eyes follow up to where Blitz was looking.

You spot them. "Got it!" Your voice beams, and pulling out your gun, you aim for the straps that kept the walk attached to the ceiling. One shot, you took the one side of the catwalks down, which results in the demons falling and tumbling down to the floor of the warehouse.

"Fuck yeah!" Blitz laughs as he uses the tied hostage as a punching bag for other demons that try to stop the two of you. He swings the hostage demon around, using him as his own personal weapon, causing some slight laughter out of you, to which both you and blitz were surprised about.

The demons you caused to fall, start charging your way. With a quick thought, you take out the knife strapped to your side, and get ready to use it. Blitz grins over at you. "Remember to aim for the neck!" He calls out from ahead of you.

Your smile brightens at the teamwork you both have. "Thanks!"

A hand reaches for you, but with a stealthy slide to the side, you duck under the arms and push the torso of a demon down to the ground.

This was getting . . oddly easy.

You hop over the demon on the floor, and smile brightly over at Blitz.

With you catching up to his side, your lips stretch into a grin as you open the door to the warehouse for him. “Did you see?” Your question was almost eager sounding. Breaking out of the shyness of the situation, you’ve actually gained a bit more combat knowledge.

Blitz grins over at you, throwing the hostage to the ground as the both of you make it out, and find a safer area to catch your breaths.

“Hell yeah bitch!” Blitz looked so happy, giddy, even. It was so freaking cute.

“I knew teaching you my way would pay off.” He crosses his arms, a soft smirk on his face.

Your face flushed lightly, the shyness beginning to take over just a bit. Your shoulders shrug upward, and the smile on your face was light. “Thanks,”

“I’m proud of you.” Blitz’s voice is quieter than his usual loud and obnoxious form, but you still catch it. Your eyes widen a bit, and staring at him in a small shock is all you could do for a second. “Really?”

Blitz looks flustered, so you decide to let any teasing go. It wasn’t often he would give real compliments. Even if he did know you long enough, to.

“Of course, fuck face.” He replies, rolling his eyes with a smile still stuck to his face.

You bump his shoulder, grinning just a little harder than before. “Learned from the best.”

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really sorry its not my best work,, just allot goin on in life rn but I still hope you liked it anyway ! <3

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Eddie Munson, Boy Scout

Part two here! Part three here! Part four here!

Summary: Your boyfriend, Eddie Munson, asks you to go camping with him, and (while he is wildly sweet) it makes you realize you’re not used to being taken care of. Eddie x reader

Content: Angst?? Fluff?? Idk what to categorize this as?

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: Am I very obviously processing my feelings about volume two alongside my own emotional issues? Yeah babes. Anyway, fuck canon,, smut parts of this to come later

“Eddie,” you whine, sweat beading down your back, “how much longer?” “Quit your whining, princess,” Eddie calls over his shoulder. He’s walking in front of you, his dark colored clothes almost blending into the trees around the two of you. You can see traces of the blue sky between the very tops of the trees, but down here, feet trudging through the carpeting of discarded leaves and pine needles and dirt, the air seems thicker, darker, as it winds in between tree trunks.

Last week, Eddie had asked you at your regular breakfast date if you wanted to go camping with him today. “There’s a football game that night,” he had said, eating his scrambled eggs with syrup (one of the kids in Hellfire Club had recommended the nauseating combo and, you did have to admit, the syrup made your goodbye kisses even sweeter). “Everyone will be at the game, so it’ll be nice and quiet out there. I’ll bring everything we need–you just bring yourself.” He had grinned as he said this, leaning forward a bit and slightly puckering his lips. While you weren’t exactly a fan of camping, you would have to be stupid to say no to a night of starlight and Eddie. “Okay,” you had said, shrugging, “but you had better make me some s’mores.” He had laughed at that, reaching over the table to hold your hand. He had spent the rest of the morning in silence, watching you eat your breakfast with a gleam in his eyes, his thumb stroking long, rough lines over the back of your hand. 

But this morning had come sooner than you had anticipated. When you woke up this morning, your stomach had constricted with anxiety over spending the night out in the Hawkins’ woods. You had picked out a few pieces of clothes to bring for tomorrow, as well as your truly necessary toiletries–toothbrush, toothpaste, and hair brush were first on the list. The drive out had been quiet, Eddie quietly tapping his fingers against the steering wheel as he took you farther and farther from civilization. Now, on the trail, you’re sweating in the unreasonably warm November sunshine. Eddie had cautioned you to wear “light layers” so you could strip as needed–a possibility he seemed particularly excited by–but you had decided to wear nothing but jeans and an oversized jacket, zipped up over one of Eddie’s Hellfire shirts. Eddie, on the other hand, was dressed like you had never seen him before: his jeans didn’t have a single hole, both the long sleeved shirt and the short sleeved one he wore over it looked relatively unstained, and–most startling of all–his hair had been pulled back into a long, low ponytail. “Eddie,” you called ahead again. “I’m so serious, where are we even going?” Eddie stopped, setting down his full-to-bursting backpack, and turned towards you. “We’re going to my favorite little secret spot–seriously, it’s going to blow your mind,” he said excitedly. His hands fidgeted at his sides, silver rings glinting, and when you got close enough he immediately reached out to squeeze your fingers with his. “Okay, but how far is it? We passed Skull Rock over an hour ago.” You couldn’t keep the slight whiny note out of your voice. In your defense, it was much hotter than you had anticipated, and you were sweating, and you had really only even agreed to do this so you could spend the night curled up with Eddie– “We’re practically there, princess,” Eddie said, a note of reproach in his voice. “It takes me about forty minutes on my own, so I figure we’ve got about twenty minutes left at your pace.” 

“Are you…calling me slow?” You asked, mock incredulously. “Only in speed, babygirl,” Eddie grinned. “I don’t hold it against you–not everyone can be as outdoorsy as I am.” “Outdoorsy?” You say, smiling slightly as your eyebrows raise. “You were in the boy scouts for one summer, Eddie.” “Yeah, well, I learned morse code, how to read a compass, and the best knots to use,” he said, a devilish grin sneaking over his lips as he mentions his rope-tying skills. “What more do you need?” “I’ll show you outdoorsy,” you grumbled to yourself, tightening the straps on the backpack Eddie had given you. You began to stride confidently in the same direction the two of you had been walking, forcing your legs to power down the worn trail at a faster pace than before. After a few minutes, Eddie called out to you: “Babygirl, where are you going?” You stopped. You sighed. You blinked. “Where am I supposed to be going?” “Over to the left, my lady love,” he said, laughing. “We’re going off the trail?” You asked. You waited as Eddie came to stand next to you, intertwining his fingers through yours. “The best places–and people–are always a little bit off the beaten path,” he said quietly, ducking his mouth down towards your ear. You huffed out a sigh of mixed exhaustion and desire. “Lead the way, Munson,” you said, and he tugged your arm slightly as he led you forward. 

Finally, Eddie came to a halt, pulling his backpack off his broad shoulders and setting it next to a small circle made of rocks. “Alright, princess,” he says, grinning at you, “This is the place.” You pull your own backpack off, setting it next to his, and do a slow circle to take in your surroundings. Somehow, Eddie has led you to the very edge of what you assume is Lover’s Lake, though you’ve never been to this side before. There are plenty of tall trees and heavily wooded forest on one side of you, and the water is lapping quietly where the grass turns into soft mud. “This is…beautiful, Eddie.” Your voice comes out hushed–the air around you is so still that you feel that to disturb it would be to sin. You look at Eddie again, and he is radiant. The slight sheen of sweat on his face is glowing with the joy in his eyes as he takes a few steps towards you, bringing his hands up to your waist. “I’m glad you like it,” he says, voice equally quiet–possibly the most quiet you’ve ever heard him–and you bring your own hands up to rest on his forearms. “How’d you find it?” You ask. “Running from the law,” he says, shrugging. You giggle at his words, his bad boy persona that doesn’t quite fit the man you know. “I started coming out here a few years ago,” he says. “I made the campfire ring so I could always find my spot.” You purse your lips at him, leaning your head slightly to the side. He always thinks about the details, your Eddie. “It’s nice,” he says, thumbs brushing over your hips as he pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth just slightly, “to share these things with you.” You blush slightly and smile back at him. “Thank you for bringing me here.” Eddie leans in slowly to brush his lips, feather light, over yours. Your hands tighten around his forearms as you lean into the kiss, trying to deepen it as you slightly open your lips, but he pulls back. 

“Wait,” Eddie says, pulling back. “I want to show you something. Up for more hiking?” The groan that comes from between your lips is completely involuntary. “Okay, okay,” Eddie says, laughing and stepping back from you. “Maybe after dinner.” “Oh!” You say, delightedly. “Munson’s going to cook for me?” Eddie cocks an eyebrow high. “My lady, I am practically a four star chef when it comes to camping.” You laugh, the noise sending a few birds scattering out of the trees. “Alright, I’m looking forward to it,” you say, grinning. “What can I do to help?” Eddie puts you to work quickly, unpacking the backpack you’ve been carrying as he unpacks his own. Yours, you find, has the tent and a mallet, bottles of water, and a few firestarters, as well as the spare change of clothes and toiletries you brought, tangled together with Eddie’s. Eddie's own bag has apparently been packed with the various groceries he had brought for dinner, as well as a small portable grate to set over the fire, a lightweight pan, more water, and– “Eddie,” you ask, “did you just pull out a hatchet? And condoms?” “Well yeah, princess,” Eddie says, eyebrows furrowed. “Why?” You ask, face scrunched in confusion. Eddie froze, eyes wide like a startled doe. “Oh, shit,” he said, “Did I make an assumption? Incorrectly? I didn’t mean to offend you, it just seemed like–well, I mean, we’re out here all alone–” Eddie’s hand has found its way up the side of his neck, fisting and then stretching his fingers out long behind his ear, leaving bright red scratch marks along his neck as he draws his fingers back into a fist on the side of his neck. 

“Eddie,” you say, quickly, trying to stop him from panicking more than necessary, “It’s just–we don’t…really use condoms. I’m still on the pill. You know that, right?” Eddie’s hand lowers to his side, and his eyes meet yours again. “Yeah,” he says, relief coloring his voice. “I know, I just wanted to be prepared. In case you forgot to bring them or something.” You laugh at the slight blush that dances over his cheekbones and pull the small, circular compact out of your jacket pocket. “Trust me, I’m not forgetting this.” Eddie’s eyes crinkle at the corners and he turns back to his backpack. “Okay,” you say, “But are you going to explain the hatchet?” “Oh,” Eddie says, looking back up at you. “Self-defense first, babygirl, branches for the fire second.” You shake your head, almost rolling your eyes at him. Eddie was almost always overprepared, as made evident by both his unnecessary condoms and his apparent weapon of choice. 

As the sun starts to descend in the sky, you’ve finished setting up the campsite and you hear Eddie calling out to you. He had to help you with most of the tent set-up, tying knots and hammering poles into the ground. He had gotten too warm at one point, stripping the short sleeved shirt off over his long one, and you hadn’t been able to stop your eyes from lingering on the slight darkness where sweat had colored the fabric straight down the planes of his stomach. Eddie had caught you looking at the sweat on his shirt and had lifted the hem to wipe his brow, letting his shirt fall to reveal a grin, a look of “caught ya!” on his face. You had flushed and turned away, rolling your eyes. After he had gotten the tent erected, he had told you to “domesticate away” while he went to find dead, dried branches to break down for the fire. You had pulled the two sleeping bags loose from the bottoms of the backpacks, thrilled to find that Eddie had rolled each of them around thin, foam mats to sleep on top of. While settling the mats in the tent, you noticed that they each still had price tags on them from The War Zone, the neon numbers higher than you would have guessed. You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, thinking about how much preparation Eddie had put into this night for you, before settling the sleeping bags close together.

Eddie’s head popped through the tent’s opening. “Darling,” he said, grinning at you widely. “It’s dinner time.” His grin was borderline manic, his teeth bared like a wolf out of some children’s storybook as he slowly tilted his head to the side. You stood up from where you had been kneeling on the floor, reaching out to take the hand he extended to you. “As pretty as you look on your knees,” Eddie said, lips turned in a crooked grin, “I’ve got better ideas for what you can do with your mouth right now.” He pulled you out of the tent, back into the open air where the sun was dropping closer and closer to the water of Lover’s Lake. “Still about thirty minutes until sunset,” Eddie said as the two of you walked to the campfire. The smell of campfire smoke had mixed with spices and food, and your stomach rumbled loudly as you inhaled, long and deep. “God, that smells fucking amazing,” you said. Eddie turned to you, mock seriousness on his face. “Old Munson family recipe,” he said, “Only a privileged few ever get to taste it.” The two of you sat down in the grass, cross legged next to each other and began eating the meal he had prepared. After you had eaten enough to stave off your stomach’s bullying and complimented Eddie’s cooking skills, you looked at him. 

“Hey,” you said, “there were stickers on those foam mattresses still.” “Oh,” Eddie said casually, “I guess I forgot to take them off.” “I left them on–in case you wanted to return them or something.” Eddie cocked his head to the side. “Why would I do that?” “I mean, the price on those stickers? Eddie, that’s kind of expensive. You didn’t buy them…just for us, right?” You were suddenly embarrassed at the words as they came out of your mouth. The idea of Eddie spending any money–much less the considerable amount he had clearly spent on the mattresses, as well as the other groceries and necessities for the night, made you feel awkward and just…like a burden. You felt like a burden when you thought about Eddie taking time out of his day to shop for this trip for you. You felt like a burden when you thought about Eddie spending his money on you. You felt like a burden when you thought about Eddie chopping up branches and cooking a meal for you. “Of course I bought them just for us,” Eddie said, a slight smile on his face while his forehead betrayed his confusion. “In fact,” he said, laughing now, “I plan on making them absolutely non-refundable by the time we leave tomorrow.” 

Eddie laughed, truly tossed his head back and cackled. When he looked at you again, the mirth on his face slipped suddenly into shock. “Princess?” He asked. “Are you okay?” Maybe it was the campfire smoke, but your eyes had started to water. You sniffled once, pathetically, and reached up to brush the underside of your nose with a fist. “Mm-hmm,” you mumbled. “Just fine.” Maybe Eddie would have been fooled by this lie, too, if you hadn’t immediately felt tears slipping down your cheeks. “Hey, hey,” Eddie said, panic clear on his face as he reached out for you. He wrapped his long arms around your shoulders as they shook, his rough fingers squeezing your skin. “What’s the matter, babygirl?” He murmured, pressing your head into his chest. His hand stroked your hair while the other kept your shoulder pressed to his body as you shook, physically shook, with the power of the sobs breaking out of your chest. “Shhh,” he whispered, continuing to pet your hair, “You’re okay, it’s okay.” You continued to cry, letting the whimpers and heaving inhales of breath force their way out of your body as you birthed your sadness into the world, recognizing it fully for the first time. As you quieted, your shaking shoulders starting to still, Eddie took his hand from your shoulder and placed it under your chin, the cool metal of his rings sharp against the heat of your face. His fingers, rough with guitar-string calluses, tilted your face up to look at him. The blur in your vision couldn’t hide Eddie’s concern from you. “Princess,” he whispered, “What’s the matter?” You took a deep breath, feeling your lungs shake with it. “Did I fuck up?” Eddie asked. “I can fix it, whatever it is. Just tell me what to fix.” You shook your head. “No,” you said, voice still shaky from the sobs that had only just quieted, “Not you. It’s me.” 

“What do you mean, princess? What’s you?” Eddie’s face made you feel so guilty. The way his warm, brown eyes glowed in the evening sunlight, his loose curls catching the gleam of the glowing sunlight; all you wanted to do was love him and love him the right way. Eddie deserved so much to be loved, and to be loved correctly. “I don’t know how to do this, Eddie,” you said, a small gasp finding its way out of your throat alongside the words. “Do what?” “Love you the way you should be loved.” Eddie pushed your frame back, ever so slightly. “What do you mean?” His face had turned serious, suddenly, dropping any humor or lightness that had still been visible. “You’re so good to me, Eddie and I just– I just–” Eddie interrupted you, his face hard. “If you’re going to break up with me, please just do it now.” He closed his eyelids as he said these words, cutting you off from your honeyed brown guides to his heart. “What?” You gasped. His words snapped you out of your own head; how in the hell could Eddie Munson think you were breaking up with him? “I’m not–Jesus H. Christ, Eddie, I’m not breaking up with you,” you hissed. His eyes snapped open again. “Really?” “Yeah, of course, Eddie.” “Oh, thank fuck,” he said, his chest moving with the release of the heavy breath that came out of his lungs. You wiped your nose again, and he asked “So what is the problem, then? If it’s not me?”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, looking hard at the grass between his legs and yours. “I just–I don’t think anyone has ever taken care of me like this. I don’t think anyone has ever loved me enough to make sure I didn’t have to take care of myself all the time. And I feel like I’m a burden to you,” here, you ignored Eddie’s sharp inhale and continued, “because you’re thinking about me and taking care of me, and I just feel like I’m not doing enough to show you that I love you too.” The two of you had never said those three words before–at least, not out loud. You had said them in a million other ways–like when Eddie ordered your breakfast for you, asking you if it had been “a pancake week or a hashbrowns week” as soon as you sat down in the bleary early morning sunshine coming through the diner windows; when he held you, tightly, as you cried over whatever stupid movie you had forced him to rent that night and kissed your head while lecturing you about choosing sad stories; when you found his guitar on the bed and moved her, reverently, back over the mirror; when you went to his Corroded Coffins shows every week, even though the drunks at the bar creeped you out; when you asked him to take a picture of you, a joint hanging between your lips and his guitar held over your body to cover your exposed skin as you laid on his mattress and he snapped two polaroids to keep one for himself; when he asked you to stay the night the first time and he snuck out of bed twenty minutes later to put a load of towels and your clothes in the washing machine so you could feel clean in the morning. You knew without any doubts that you and Eddie Munson loved each other, the kind of love that brands itself into your heart so you can never be truly free of it again, even if you want to be. 

But now you had spoken the words out loud, and you had decided to tell Eddie you loved him in the midst of your nervous breakdown. God, you thought to yourself, I am just fucking this all up. You were still staring at the grass, waiting–hoping, hell, maybe even praying–for Eddie’s response. His hands entered your line of vision, his silver rings glinting in the sunlight as he placed his fingers on your knees. “Babygirl.” His voice was warm and deep, like the quiet crackling of the campfire next to you. “You are not a burden to me,” Eddie said, squeezing your knees. You tilted your head up, looking at him. Your eyes met the warm brown of his, and you were shocked to see that they were red-rimmed with tears. “I love you so much,” he said. “You do things for me too–not that you have to, but you’re not a burden. I just…I want to do nice things for you. Because I love you.” Your heart jolted so hard in your chest that it felt like it had cracked on the impact of his words, shattering the fear you had been feeling. You could feel your anxiety, your fear that you were simply too much, melting and sliding down your spine to pool in your core. For whatever reason, despite already knowing it, you couldn’t get past his last words. “You love me?” You asked. “Princess,” Eddie said, “I would go to the ends of the earth for you.” At this, you leaned forward slightly. Eddie noticed the slight shift in your body, leaning towards you as well. His mouth met yours, gently and cautiously tasting the tears that had slid over your lips as you sobbed. You reached your hand up, curling your fingers into his hair as you let your lips fall open against his. His kiss intensified, his nose pushing into the skin of your cheeks as his tongue pressed between your lips to taste your mouth. “Eddie Munson,” you say, pulling back for a moment. “You’re my hero.” At this, Eddie throws his head back, laughing loudly. “I’m no hero,” he says, grinning, “But I’ll be anything for you.”

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Cream Pie / Choi Beomgyu

pairing: choi beomgyu x fem!reader

word count: maybe 1.5k?

warnings: cursing, mentions of reader being jealous, beom and reader argue (nothing extreme literally minor plot), this is basically pwp imo. names (beomie, gyu, beom, slut, whore, bitch, babe, baby, love), cream pie, no protection (don't do this i'm just too lazy to write a condom scene i'll be honest), lowk manhandling maybe, kissing, uh maybe that's all?? not proofread, mayhaps improper grammar capitalization. if i missed anything please let me know!

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"God damn it gyu, why do you have to be like this?" You furrowed your brows, throwing your hands up. This was the second time this week that you and beomgyu had gotten into an argument because of your jealousy. It wasn't always this bad, but lately one of beomgyu's coworkers just seemed to be getting way too friendly.

"What do you mean why am I like this Y/n? You literally started this!" His voice had finally started to get louder, "Well maybe if you would tell her off I wouldn't feel this way! Don't you see the way she touches you? It's like how I do! That's not okay.. Only i'm supposed to do that." His eyes softened but his voice became more stern, "Seriously?" He grabbed your wrist causing you to look up at him, "Just how many times do I need to fuck it into you that nobody else compares to you. I tell you that all the time, I show you what you mean to me."

Now, sure this was a serious argument conversation, but something about the way beomgyu was speaking to you had you clenching your thighs together. As angry as you were, he always got hotter when he was a bit irritated. Your anger was starting to dissipate into lust, and at the end of the day the truth was you simply wanted beomgyu. You pouted your lips, looking off to the side, "You haven't paid any attention to me this week gyu.. haven't touched me or nothin'.." You heard him laugh a bit, "So that's what all this was for?" He gestured his hands up into the air, "Don't need to argue with me to get me touch you my love, you just have to ask." His hand trailed up your arm before sitting against on your neck, "..but considering you did start this argument with me, don't you think you deserve a slight punishment?" Your eyes lit up just a bit, and your panties started to stick to your core.

"Now, why don't you head to the bedroom and get undressed for me since you want to be such a needy slut?" You rapidly nodded, hurrying off to the bedroom and quickly ridding yourself of your clothing before laying down on the bed. beomgyu came in shortly after. His hand traveled down to your pussy, his fingers running small circles around your clit. you let out a suppressed moan, "gyu, please wan' more." He hummed in response, slipping a finger inside, "No cumming until i say so." stuttering as your eyes went wide, "B-but that's no fair! 's mean.. always mean to m-" He added a second finger quickening his pace, forcing you to close your eyes and arch your back. gyu was hitting that sweet gummy spot, the one that makes you feel oh so nice. "You like it when i'm mean to you like this, you enjoy it as much as i do. Don't put on this "good girl" act with me when you're acting like a bitch in heat." simply nodding your head letting out breathy moans here and there. "Ah, beom, more please~ feels good.. close." Pulling his fingers out before quickly taking off his clothes, "Mmph- ah! beomgyu! What are you doing?" "I told you you're not cumming until i say so, baby. I'm going to have my way with you and then we'll see if you can finish."

He leaned back onto the bed, holding your thighs open before aligning himself with your entrance. Gathering a nice amount of slick, his tip continuing to bump against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through you. "Don't tease... please just fuck me." "So damn desperate, do you want it that bad?" He ran himself through your folds a few times, continuing to tease you, just to see how much you'd beg. "Yesyes, please gyu just do something." He smirked slightly, pushing your knees against your chest before slamming himself inside your warm cunt, beginning at a pace that already had you gripping the sheets and biting your lips. "If that's what you really want baby, i'll give it to you. Ah shit- don't wanna hear you say it's t'much. You're gonna lay here and take it like the whore you are."

Beomgyu was always so good at this. Not just the way he fucked you, but everything that went into it. Even the things he said had you clenching around his dick, it made your brain foggy. He leaned down slightly, face coming closer to your ear, "Wish you could see yourself, barely started and you look so fucked out already.." his breath sent a shiver down your spine, "feels so good beomie.. please," he let go of your thigh, grabbing at your hip and going deeper, practically kissing your cervix. "Shit! mm~ gyu please please," "Please what, babe? Gonna beg for somethin'?" He let out a few moans each time he felt you clamp down on him, "gyu, wanna cum. Feels good, so good." "No." He was stern with his voice. You whined, grabbing at his bicep, "Please! can't take it, need to." He gripped your face, "I said no, I told you this was a punishment." His hand moved down, between the valley of your breasts, brushing over your nipple even so slightly before trailing further down. Thumb gently brushing over your clit, a small smirk across his lips, "You better not cum, or it'll be a whole two weeks before I touch you again." You shook your head, nails leaving crescent shapes on his arms from how hard you were squeezing.

His pace quickened, "Don't do that, can't hold it, s' too much," "You can wait, hold it f'me." Tears pricked at your waterline, "Baby, please let me. Wanna cum for you so bad." beomgyu let out a groan, he loved when you said things like that. "I'm close, just wait for me," both of his hands traveled to your hips, gripping them harshly before fucking into you. "Ah! Right there please! gyu~ againagain," "Shit.. look so pretty spread out like this for me. My pretty bitch, pussy made just f'me." You turned your head to the side letting out a moan, "Just for you.. beomie~ need to cum," "Let go baby, wanna feel you cum on my cock." And you did just as he said, your orgasm washed over you in intense waves. Beomgyus thrusts became more and more sloppy, a tell that he was close. He groaned, "close.. fuck.." "Want it gyu, please give it to me." He nodded slightly, throwing his head back and letting out such a pretty moan before painting your walls white. A few more thrusts before he slowed to a complete stop.

He took in a few deep breathes before that stupid smile of his began showing as you looked up. You giggled a bit, "What are you smiling about?" "You're just so cute, you know that?" You face began to heat up, you slapped his chest, "Don't say stuff like that when we're in this position." He laughed before leaning down to kiss you. Your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him farther into the kiss, "Love you s' much, even when you're jealous." He mumbled. "Love you too." he finally pulled back from your lips, lightly tapping your thigh, "Time to clean up my little oatmeal cream pie right?" Your hand came up to your mouth, covering it in shock as you squeezed your thighs shut. "Beomgyu! Shut up!" He laughed as you threw the pillows on the bed at him.

Laughter and small shouts filled the bathroom as he continued to tease you while you both bathed. It was times like these that reminded you even if your jealousy overcame you, things would always be fine. It was "your beomie" after all, he would never fail to find a way to mend things. That's what made you love him so much in the first place. Even if you both argued and your emotions got the best of you, beomgyu would always be there to make you feel better, in multiple ways.

a/n: hey cuties looks like ur fav author ghosted u again and is giving u their biweekly post as an apology. it's gyu smut this time. forgive me 🩷. i have stuff in the drafts i'm finishing up rn. i know the ending was rushed i tried my best guys. it's 5am. goodbye.

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[abbysbraids]

never thought I Would meet you

you had never been with a woman before having homophobic parents didn’t help either there snarky comments made you feel like shit like you weren’t normal it took a couple of years to comfortable with your sexuality seeing all the homophobia in the world people getting killed for liking some of the same gender hearing all the slurs and getting thrown around make you almost defend them but you stopped yourself there never gonna know about you it’s would ruin your and your mother’s reputation she takes pride in have a perfect daughter smart pretty and straight little does she know your not anything like that’s you can’t talk to her about it , it feels wrong to have a heart to heart with her she’ll tell you it’s all in your head your fine “it’s the damn phone you can’t talk your eyes off it “ with your father being out of the town most of you life you don’t get to see him too much just on holiday or school brakes your father is more homophobic then your mother he will curse under his breath if he sees a gay couple it’s fucking sucks because you love them they would love you if they knew who you love

that’s until you were out with some friends and you saw a auburn hair girl with a half up half down hairstyle she was wearing a tv girl band shirt your eyes lit up when you saw her you had butterflies in your stomach, your friend notice you staring at someone’s they look to see who it it

“ looks like someone want to get laid”

“ what no I don’t shut up “

“ it’s okay babe you deserve to dare someone “

“ but my parents are shit there not gonna let me date a woman “ you say with a pout on your face

“ that’s why I’ll have to keepit a secret we’ll help you okay girl “

“ I don’t know what if they find out there gonna kick me out I’m only 17 I need them

“ you’ll always have a place in my house love please just have fun for know come on for me “ dina says with puppy dog eyes

“ okay but I’m doing this for you “

“ yayyy your the best I love you girl “ she says as she pulling in for a hug

“ love you too Dino “

you eyes trail back to the auburn hair girl that’s going into the same coffee shop you were planing on going it’s fait you thought your already imagining your life together

“ so should we go to the coffee shop?, i heard they have great drink “ you try to be slick about it but dina sees through you

“ are you just for her “ smerk appearing on her face

“ would you believe me if I said no “ dina chuckled at this

“ not for minute your have a easy tell ,it’s kind cute “

“ what I don’t have a tell what do you mean?l”

Your cheeks are bright red and you zone out come on I know you so well by now “

“ fuck i really am a loser how will any girl like me “

“ calm down babe your a cute loser , let’s go in and just talk to get her number see were it goes you’ll do amazing I promise “

“ okay let’s go then I’m really for a ice coffee “

you walk into the cafe to see her siting alone with headphones over her ears you see she’s playing Frank ocean she’s cute and she has a amazing music taste oh she just got ten times hotter , finding a table close to hers you and dina sit and order , you order an ice coffee you feel her eyes on you your hips rolling into the seat you all did it to tease her an hour later you and dina get up to leave when you get up to pay you feel a hand on your shoulder

“ it’s okay I got this pretty girl “ she goes to swipe her card but you stop her she holders your waist to stop you “ no you don’t have you I got “ you try to insist but she doesn’t let you “ how can I every repay you ?” A date does sound so bad especially with her “ how about a date tomorrow 7 here’s my number “ she winked at you you feel your heart rate ride rise you talk her number and thanks her as she walks you look at your friend dina she’s practically jumping up and down “ you fucking did it I’m so proud of you” she pulls you in for a hug “ let’s hope I don’t fuck up the date “

A couple hours past you text ellie to let her know you got home safe

r: hii make it home thank for everything again:)

e: no problem princess you looked so good couldnt keep my eyes off you today

r: could say the same about you willams

e: has someone been stalking me ?

r: maybe you know you love babe

e: its really hot makes me want to take you on a date so bad rn

r: I’m free rn how about we meet in a cafe I can pick you

e: see you in 15 darling