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#tag talk#sativa is good when I'm around other people and indica is good when I'm alone#I haven't been ingesting for a while but I felt like it today#I was gonna give my friend my old laptop cause I got a hand me down from one of my brothers so now my friend can play minecraft with me#so he came over and we played modded minecraft all afternoon#he's technically my ex but it was a very amicable breakup and we're still friends and grab lunch most weeks and play aoe2 and minecraft#I was feeling mildly weird about my body for a month or so and was considering stopping hrt until I figured it out#but after cutting my hair I'm feeling great about my chest again#genderqueer. genderfluid. bigender. I don't really know. I'm gender-something.#at least I definitely know I'm not into women. even when I feel like a top I'm into guys.#the polycule sorted that question definitively.#I like to say I need to do something twice in order to know I don't like it. so uh... doing women twice haha#my problem is I'm way too into red flags#either I want the other guy to be horrible or else I have to be slightly sleazy to compensate.#all the times I've topped were situations with very steep power dynamics.#idk. I'm high and rambling whatever bye
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hi! 🌷 i love your scenarios so i instantly came to rq here <3
could you write about mc and the brothers having possessive s3x for the first time? their relationship is relatively new and they did it a few times, but for some reason they got jealous and the way they deal with it is by having somewhat angry / possessive s3x with reader (which is very different from what they're used to do
for example: belphie is usually lazy or slow, satan is a gentleman and spends a lot of time on foreplay, reader notices how their usual this time is almost the opposite bc the brother in question is SO jealous
idk if it made sense </3 if writing the 7 of them feels too much for you, then would mammon + satan + barbatos be okay? they're my favorites!
have an amazing day btw i love your content
Content Warning(s): NSFW obviously LMAO, hairpulling(Lucifer, Belphie), semi-public(Mammon, Asmo), overstimulation(Satan), slight degradation(Belphie), not proofread LOL
Character(s): GN!Reader(no pronouns mentioned), Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie, Barbatos
Authors Notes: hi there! i'm so flattered you love my writing, it means a lot! and dw I saw your other ask, so you're all good no worries about verification. nonnie, I'll do you one better and I ended up writing all the bros plus barbs as a bonus lol. enjoy!
nsfw under the cut! minors dni or i will block you :)
Reminder to abide by my guidelines for NSFW content tysm :]
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Lucifer [🦚💙]
Others keep occupying your time.
"Remind me again, who exactly do you belong to?"
Your moans are stifled as you press your face against the pillow. Lucifer's pace is relentless and although he can be rough in general, tonight feels different. There's something far more carnal and possessive in the way Lucifer thrusts into you. His movements are done so with reckless abandon, a stark contrast to how he usually takes you.
"Y-you Lucifer!" you gasp, body shaking from the intense pleasure coursing through your body. You yelp and moan out his name as he runs a hand through your scalp, pulling your face so that you're staring at him, his hands having a firm grip on your hair. "I can't hear you, louder," he commands you, your faces practically centimeters away from each other.
"You Lucifer!" you sob, feeling his large hand pressing into the small of your back, pushing you down against the mattress. Lucifer smirks, his other hand trailing down to your neck, holding you there firmly. "That's right my love, me. Not my brothers and certainly not that shady sorcerer," he practically spits out those last words. Lucifer's head falls back as he continues to thrust roughly into you, feeling himself close to his release.
You can feel yourself tightening around him, and you arch your back, body shaking as your orgasm washes over you. Lucifer lets out a low moan, making a few more shallow thrusts into you before spilling his seed into your hole. Chest heaving, he pulls out, watching with satisfaction as his release trickles out of you. Taking two fingers, he trails them up your inner thighs, causing you to jump from how sensitive you were after your high. Lucifer takes his fingers and takes the excess that spills out, prodding it back in.
"Keep that in there my love, it's proof that you're mine after all, if not, I'll have to punish you a bit more unfortunately. You can do that, can't you?"
Mammon [💰💛]
Someone thought flirting with you at the casino was a good idea.
"Dammit, you drive me crazy y'know?"
Your legs are currently wrapped around Mammon's waist, goosebumps littering your skin as you feel the wall against your back, your shirt long discarded. Your arms are wrapped securely around Mammon's neck for support. Mammon kisses you roughly, hungrily, as if he were scared of you running away or disappearing from right in front of him.
"That damn incubus," he hisses, pushing into you, "Thinking they have anything on the Great Mammon. You're my lucky charm, no one else's." His teeth scrape at your neck as he leaves mark after mark. You're pretty sure your back is rubbed raw from how fast and hard Mammon is thrusting into you, and your legs shake around Mammon's waist, but despite this Mammon holds you securely, his grip on your thighs giving you enough support.
"Mammon!" you whine, your hands tangled in his hair. Your face is pressed into the crook of his neck, and you can hear Mammon gasp, groan, and curse with each thrust he makes. Judging by how loud the two of you were being, you had no doubt that the entire casino knew that you were getting fucked hard by Mammon.
"You're mine alright? Mine, mine, mine, my treasure," he whispers in your ear, and he accentuates each of his words with a slap of his hips against yours. Your moans become louder and you can practically feel yourself on the verge of releasing onto him.
"Mine." And with one last word, Mammon makes one last thrust up into you, hitting your most sensitive spot and you practically go limp in his arms as your orgasm washes over you. Mammon's hips slowly still, and he checks over you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
"I won't let anyone take you from me alright? Much less some random incubus who thinks they can steal my treasure from me."
Leviathan [🐍🧡]
You showed him your duo in an online game.
"Levi, they're just a friend!" You gasp softly as he pushes you into his bathtub, a pout on his face. Immediately, he presses himself up against you, rubbing his cheek against your exposed collarbone. "I don't care," he grumbles softly, one hand snaking up to pin your hands above your head, his other hand trailing underneath your shirt, caressing your sides. "I should be the only one to carry you, not anyone else. You're my player 2, my Henry," he nips at your shoulder and you shudder, feeling yourself grow aroused from the close proximity and from his touches.
"I don't care if they're ranked number one, I'll prove I'm better than them by beating them!" His pupils are dilated as he looks at you below him, and he can't help the sudden ache and the growing tent in his pants. Gasping softly, he starts grinding up against you, and you can't help but reach up for him, pulling his hips flush against yours, in search of some very much needed friction to relieve the tension you're feeling.
Both of your gasps can be heard, and you're pretty sure that if Levi didn't soundproof his room, anyone walking outside could probably hear just how heated the two of you were getting. You tighten your grasp on him, your hands snaking up to tug at the back of his hair cause Levi to moan against you as he kisses you roughly.
You stare up at him blearily, not even realizing when he shifted into his demon form. Shivering, one of your hands move from the back of his head, down to his abdomen and Levi jerks in your grasp, a flush painting his pale face.
"Do you know how badly I want you? Please don't give your attention to others, just stay focused on me."
Satan [😾💚]
Gets riled up because he sees Lucifer closer to you than he'd like.
Your chest heaves from exertion as Satan brings you to your umpteenth release. Your legs are shaking from overstimulation and you're pretty sure you've lost count of how many times Satan has made you come. His bangs stick to his forehead as he dives back between your legs, sucking marks along your inner thighs, his grip digging into the flesh of your thighs.
Your hands make their way to his hair, tugging on the golden strands and you feel Satan groan, his moans sending vibrations down your core. He looks up at you, pupils dilated. "Satan no more please! I can't take it anymore," you whimper softly, feeling tears prick at the edge of your vision. Satan only laughs looking up at you, using a hand to push his hair out of his eyes. "Nono, we're not finished yet," his voice is dangerously soft as he stares at you, body trembling underneath his gaze. His nose wrinkles and his eyes narrow as he pulls your bottom closer to him, once again positioning himself between your legs. "I can still smell him on you and I intend to erase every trace of Lucifer from you, from your mind, and from your body. Understand?"
You slowly nod, your thighs quivering either from anticipation or overstimulation, you weren't sure at this point anymore.
Satan smiles as he licks a stripe up where you're most sensitive, and your body jerks still sensitive from all your orgasming from earlier. You squirm to get your body away from him but his grip holds tight to you.
"Stay right where you are. I thoroughly intend to take my time with you tonight."
Asmodeus [💋🩷]
Your fans started getting too touchy with you.
Asmo isn't one to get jealous easily....not usually.
However, today was supposed to be about just you and him and it frustrated him to no end seeing your fans flock over to you, occupying all of your time. Asmo's eyes narrow as he watches them practically latch themselves onto you, and you barely pushing them away, laughing it off lightly. You're shocked by his sudden actions, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away from the crowd and down a secluded alleyway. His silence is rather unsettling, and there's a strange gleam in his eyes.
.....
"A-Asmo slow down!" You gasp out, feeling your back pressed against the wall, and Asmo's gaze trained on you, his hands sliding up your arms, pinning them above your head. You shiver, feeling his breath grace the outer shell of your ear, and you unintentionally tilt your head to the side, giving him more room to slot his face into your neck.
"Do you love me?" His question catches you off guard and you stare at him quizzically. "What? Of course I do." you frown slightly pulling on your hands, but Asmo holds your hands in place firmly. He presses his body against yours, and you gasp slightly, feeling his knee pressing against your crotch. "You sure seemed to be having fun entertaining those fans of yours. While I don't mind everyone fawning over you, today was just supposed to be about me and you was it not?" He has a slight pout on his face, lip jutting out.
You stare at him incredulously, eyes wide. If you were being honest, Asmo was adorable, especially with that little pout on his face. "It's not like you to be this jealous," you laugh a little, your face flushing. You feel him press your body more against the wall, and you have to suppress the urge to let out a moan as he continues grinding his leg against where you're most sensitive. His hand snakes past the waistband of your pants and you nearly keel over from his touch, leaning against him for support.
"I'm only like this for you, and no one else."
Beelzebub [🍔❤️]
His Fangol teammates were far friendlier to you than he'd like.
Your throat is sore, but that's a given considering you had spent the good part of the last few hours screaming out Beel's name, cheering him on after he scored point after point. What you certainly didn't forsee was you practically folded over one of the benches in the locker room, Beel holding one of your legs wide open as he thrusts into you roughly. The way you're positioned, if someone were to open the door to the locker room would end up seeing you sprawled out as Beel rammed himself against you.
"S-slow down Beel! It's too much!" Your head falls back, and you feel like you're being split apart by how big he is. Normally, Beel is much more gentle, taking his time with you but it seems that in the heat of the moment, he chose to forgo any sense of moderation.
"I don't like that my teammates got too close to you," he grunts, hips stuttering as he pulls you closer, his chest heaving from exertion. Ah that's right, he's referring to his teammates that immediately crowded around you to thank you for cheering so fervently for them. You remember the way Beel watched you from outside the crowd, his expression unreadable. You can recall conversing with his fellow teammates before feeling a pair of hands loop around your waist, pulling you towards them....which somehow led to the situation that you were currently in.
Beel's grip on your thigh is borderline painful, and you're sure that there'll be marks there come tomorrow from how roughly he's currently manhandling you. You reach up grasping at his arm, momentarily causing his movements to falter as he looks at you, temporarily shaken out of his frenzy. "Beel slow down please, I swear I only have eyes for you," you whimper softly, your legs shaking. His expression softens as he stares down at you, leaning over to press an apologetic kiss to your forehead. His motions are slower now, you notice, and there's a tenderness in the way he holds onto you now, one hand pressed against your waist, the other still holding onto your thigh but much less tight now.
"Sorry, you drive me crazy. I promise I'll make this up to you later."
Belphegor [🐮💜]
Your project partner was getting too buddy-buddy with you.
"Hahh, fuck you're so tight~"
Belphie practically hisses this in your ear as he sinks into you, bent over one of the desks in an empty classroom. The surface is cold against your front, your RAD uniform unbuttoned, and shirt pushed up as Belphie leans entirely against you. Your knuckles are white from how hard they're gripping the desk, meanwhile, Belphie has a good grasp on you from behind, his hand tugging at your scalp.
Your back arches as he thrusts into you, using your head as leverage, and you're pretty sure everyone outside has a pretty good idea of what's going on, based on how loudly the desk is scraping against the floor. Your gasp, shoulders hunched as you hold onto desperately to the desk. Belphie's tail flicks irritably as he watches your expression. "Enjoying this are you? Do you really like everyone outside knowing how I'm using you right now? Let them know how desperate you are for me to fuck you dumb like this. Go on, moan louder why don't you."
Your heart pounds in your chest and you let out shuddering breaths as Belphie's hips snap against you, hitting your most sensitive spots. He leans over, whispering in your ear, "The door's unlocked, and anyone could walk in right now and see the two of us like this. Are you getting off to this? To the idea of others seeing what a mess you are right now? Well, that's too damn bad because no one can have you like I can, and certainly not your project partner....what's their face?" He practically spits out, and you can feel the jealousy practically dripping off of him.
"Thinking they're better than me, too bad they'll never get the chance to see you like this. Oh well, you'll behave for me won't you?"
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Barbatos [⌛🖤]
The Young Master was occupying too much of your time.
"Apologies, I'm afraid I won't be able to restrain myself tonight."
You stare at Barbatos confused, watching as he approaches you at the foot of the bed, smoothly pushing you down in one swift moment with one hand. The other lifted to his mouth as he bites at the finger, and pulls it off just as swiftly. Your mouth is agape as he switches hands, holding you down with ease as he removes his other glove.
"As much as I'd like to thank the young master for consistently inviting you over for tea, I will admit there are times when it was just the two of us without his presence." His hands trail your figure, and you're not quite sure what it is about him tonight but he seems.....different. He's far more forward, taking the initiative rather than waiting for you to take the lead. You gasp as you feel his mouth on you, his teeth scraping along your neck. You gasp, leaning away so he has more room to do as he pleases.
"Barbatos-" He presses a finger to your lips, effectively shushing you. There's just something that turns him on so much, seeing you underneath him so helpless and pliant. His nose is wrinkled slightly as he gazes at you. You lay there, back arching as Barbatos has his way with you, cold hands caressing you, but not touching you where you ached for him the most.
"Hush now, let me take care of you, my love."
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love crushed - cloud x reader
summary: cloud can't sleep with you on his mind, unable to accept his feelings. until eventually you both get caught unable to sleep. confessions occur, seggs happens perchance.
tw: seggs, quite rough seggs
He finally gave up. After hours of writhing in his hotel room, trying to convince himself over and over again, he knew he wasn’t winning. You had been circulating his mind, doing laps, your face crossing his vision every second. Continuously recalling your cut-up face today, panting, exhausted, the way his heart failed at the sight of you. You had no hesitation when it came to saving anyone, even at the expense of yourself.
He groaned, dragging himself out of bed to get fresh air on the balcony. He dragged his hands down his face as he leaned against the railings, looking over Junon. He was being such a fucking girl about this, really. Just a simple crush and it was like he was 14 years old again, getting sweaty hands at the mere thought of you, and yet he still didn't want to accept it, what was right in front of him.
Cloud sighed deeply, resting his elbows against the railings and clasping his hands together. He couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn't be away from you. Even if you didn’t return his feelings, it wasn't going to stop him, no way in hell, he just needed you by his side, sitting in that bed he was already thinking about knocking on your door just to talk to you and see if you were still okay from that fight that happened hours ago.
"I don't like her. I'm just not used to having new friends," he told himself, the wind ruffling his hair and his heart pounding at the thought of you, eventually shaking his head, that didn't feel right. He couldn't even deny it anymore. "...It's just a crush, I'll get over it."
The lie tasted bitter on his tongue.
Cloud was already heading to your room, his hand raised to knock on the door before he realised what he was doing. He cursed himself, dropping his arm back down to his side. This was fucking ridiculous, what was he doing? Cloud didn't even realise the way he was acting, but this was unlike him. Normally, he was cool and collected, always had been, but you, you turned his world upside down and he had no idea how to handle it.
"Why am I doing this?" He thinks, softly leaning his head against the door. "She's probably sleeping, why are you disturbing her for this stupid shit?" He asked himself, turning around and walking down the hall towards the elevator. He pressed the button, waiting as he looked back at your door. And you stepped out, half asleep and still in your pajamas, it was so dark you didn't even see Cloud at the end of the hallway.
You shuffled down the hallway. Your head was killing you, all those thoughts that had been swarming you for the past few hours, and now you had a headache. It was a horrible, horrible, night. You needed to go see Aerith to see if she had any healing spells, or Tifa to see if she had any medication, maybe you could go out and clear your head.
You bumped straight into Cloud's chest while you were rubbing your eyes.
"Y/n?"
"Cloud?"
"What are you doing up? Are you okay?"
"I could ask you the same thing. Not trying to sneak out on us are you?" You say, looking up at him, squinting. The hallway lights were bright and you couldn't see his expression properly.
"Just taking a walk."
"Oh my god, that's great. Can I join you?"
"Sure. Everything okay?"
"Yeah," you sigh, "I just couldn't sleep, I've got a lot of things on my mind."
"I know what that's like."
"You couldn't sleep either, huh?"
"Yeah."
"Wanna talk about it?" You ask, walking next to him as you both go downstairs.
"Not really." You smiled.
"You're never going to open up to me, are you? It's nice to get things off your chest, you know. I'm a great listener."
"You're also so nosy."
"Only for hot, mysterious guys." You giggle, poking him in the chest. He rolls his eyes, shaking his head and trying not to smile, but you notice his mouth twitching and the tips of his ears going red. "Where are we going, by the way?"
"Down on the beach, unless you want to go somewhere else?"
"No, it's fine. I love the beach."
"You'll freeze."
"I won't."
"You're still wearing your PJs."
"I don't need a lecture, Cloud."
"Well it's my problem if you get sick, isn't it?"
"That's cute. Assuming the responsibility of taking care of me."
"Isn't that what I'm doing right now?"
"Touche."
You both walked in silence to the beach, the breeze was warm and the stars were shining bright in the sky. The waves were crashing on the shore, the smell of the ocean was filling the air, and Cloud was beside you.
"What's on your mind?" He asked.
"Hit my head when we were fighting earlier, had a headache. And just thinking about some stupid shit that happened years ago, it's so annoying when you can't get things out of your head and you get a headache."
"I get it. I feel the same way. Sometimes it feels like a million things are happening and all at once."
"Exactly."
You were quiet for a moment, listening to the ocean and feeling the soft sand beneath your feet. He turned to face you while you were looking over the water, moonlight softly reflecting in your eyes, lighting up your face. Breathtaking. Although brutally reminded of earlier as his eyes dropped down to the cut on your cheek, the gash on your arm.
"I’m sorry that I couldn't get to you quick enough earlier."
"It's fine, you don’t have to protect me. Just ended up with a concussion."
"Why do you always get yourself hurt for other people?" You laughed.
"I couldn't let Tifa get hurt, could I? She deserves princess treatment. You would know, you have a crush on her, don't you?"
"What?" Cloud choked.
"Knowing a girl that pretty since you were kids? Sounds like a great love story." You were genuinely curious, not wanting to be a homewrecker or get the wrong idea from him at any point. You could get the vibe that she liked him too, that they were flirting sometimes.
"Tifa is my best friend, I've known her for years."
"You guys were arguing like a couple in Nice. Or is it a relationship?"
"We're childhood friends."
"That's not what I asked, Cloud."
"No, it’s not.”
"What about Aerith?"
"Aerith is like my sister."
"Do you have a crush on her then? Is that why you always get flustered around her?"
"Why does it matter? You've got a thing for Reno, don't you?" You burst out laughing, he couldn't help but smile watching you die for a minute straight, until you could feel abs coming through. But he genuinely wanted a straight answer. "Don't you?"
"No?" You snorted.
"Leslie or Tseng?"
"Oh my God, Cloud. You're going to kill me." You laughed. "What makes you think that?"
"You kept calling them hot. The way you look at both of them too. "
"The way I look at him? Are you jealous?" You tease.
"Of course not." He said sternly.
"Why are you getting so defensive, Strife?" You smirk.
"I'm not."
"Sounds like jealousy to me."
"Why would I get jealous?"
"Are you sure you're not jealous, Cloudy? You're getting a bit worked up."
"Y/n..." He mutterest annoyedly.
"You're not denying it."
"What's there to deny? ...Oh, come on. I saw the way you looked at Reno."
"Reno's a pain in the ass. An attractive pain in the ass. But I don't like him." Thank God, he thinks. "What about you then? Aerith or Tifa?"
"No."
"No to both of them?"
"Why are you surprised?"
"Because they're gorgeous! Are you gay?!"
"No. I'm just... not attracted to them. That's all."
"Ok so... not gay, not attracted to Tifa or Aerith." You list. "You have to like someone."
"Who do you like thetn?" I’m not ready for an unrequited confession, you think.
"I asked first."
"Are you 5?"
"We're literally sitting here talking about crushes and you're dodging the question. You’re the five-year-old."
"This is ridiculous."
"Who is it?"
"Are we really going to do this here?"
"Please."
"I like you." Cloud says, finally looking at you. You freeze, blinking a couple of times. His heart sinks to his stomach, knowing he should’ve expected rejection and feeling like a fucking idiot.
"What?"
"You heard me."
"Say it again."
"I like you, Y/n. What? Have I ruined everything?" One more butterfly and you would've flown away.
"You don't." You say, trying to confirm it.
"Why is that so hard to believe?"
"If you're being serious I'm going to do something really stupid."
"Wha-" You grabbed the collar of his vest, pushing his face toward you, lips connecting. His hands find your waist quickly, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. Your hands snake around his neck, running through his hair, his hand cupping your cheek, thumb stroking it. He pulls away, biting your bottom lip, picking your hips to wrap your legs around his waist, panting heavily and taken shocked.
"You have no idea how long it took for me to come to terms with the fact I like you."
“I can’t believe it either.” You smile, kissing him again. “I bagged Cloud Strife.”
“And I bagged you.”
"Let’s get back to the hotel. It’s cold.”
“Almost like I said. And who’s going to be the one taking care of you?”
“It’s almost like I wanted you to warm me up.” You smiled.
…
He quickly had you against the door the second you got in, kissing down your neck feverishly. It was the only thing he could do after you had been relentlessly going through his mind all week. He wanted nothing more than to feel every inch of you.
"Cloud," you moan, pulling at his vest and throwing it off of him.
"What?" He breathes, his hand reaching the back of your neck to pull you into another kiss.
"Do you know how hot you are?"
"Do you know how hot you are? Why the hell are you not naked yet?" He mumbles into your mouth, ripping your shirt off.
"Fuck." You gasp, as his lips travel down your chest, unclipping your bra. "Couldn't even wait to get onto the bed? Ah-!" His nimble fingers came to your breast, rolling the bud, his mouth sucking in your other nipple, tongue swirling around it. You grip onto his hair, your body burning, twitching. He lifts his head, his lips capturing yours again.
"You're beautiful."
"You're making me blush." You breathe, as his finger catches in your waistband, moving slowly.
“It looks good on you."
"Hurry up, please,"
"Begging already?"
"You've had me waiting long enough, I swear-" He presses his lips against yours again, silencing you.
"Patience."
"I can’t." You mutter as he pulls off your shorts and undergarments, bringing his face down, arms wrapped around your thighs to prop you up against the wall.
"Please, Cloud."
"God, I love it when you beg. You have no idea what it does to me." He groans, taking in what is in front of him.
"Fucking do something about it." You say frustratedly, bucking your hips forward to prompt any kind of contact.
"Didn't expect you to be such a brat." He nudges his nose against your clit, making your thighs squeeze, although forced back open by his arms.
"Cloud!"
He licks a long stripe down your pussy, his tongue slipping in. His tongue flicks, making you arch as you whisper his name over and over.
"Cloud, fuck, Cloud,"
"So pretty," he says, muffled.
"More, please."
He takes your clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, his arms holding you up as you start to shake. His tongue works its way down, sliding in and out, nose pressed deeply into your sensitive bud. It didn't take you long to feel yourself build up to your finish.
"I'm close." You whimper, he feels your thighs tighten, letting your thighs squeeze his head and hang your legs over your shoulder.
"Come on, baby."
You moan as your climax reaches, eyes rolling back, gripping his hair tightly. Your legs begin to twitch, his head lifting up.
"So perfect for me." He hums, standing up, held up by your ass as he brings your face up for a kiss. He brings you over to lie on his bed. He kisses down your body, making you whine.
"What about you?" You ask.
"What about me?"
"Don't you want to finish?"
"You want me to fuck you?"
"God, yes."
"Are you sure you can handle it, princess?" He asks, undoing his trousers and removing the rest of his clothes. “How do you want it?”
"However you want."
"I asked how you wanted it, Y/n.”
"I'm indecisive, I just need you. Do whatever you want, please."
"You sure you're not going to regret that? I won't hold back." He says, kicking off his trousers. You can see the bulge through his boxers, making your heart stop for a minute. "Having second thoughts?"
"That's a lot for my first time."
"You're a virgin?"
"I don't exactly have time for boyfriends when I move all over the place."
"I'll be gentle then."
"I thought you said you weren't holding back." You sit up, watching him as he pulls it out, and kicks away his boxers too. Speechless.
"Only if you had a deathwish." He teases.
"Can I suck it?"
"Only if you promise not to bite."
"No promises."
He smiles, stroking his cock a couple of times, standing over you. He lets your hand wrap around it, guiding you to his tip. You take him in your mouth, his hand tangling itself in your hair, gently guiding himself down your throat.
"You're so pretty." He groans. You swirl your tongue, making him buck his hips slightly, a moan escaping his lips. You hum, sending vibrations down his dick, his grip tightening in your hair.
"Faster," he pleads, thrusting into your mouth, your eyes watering as he goes deeper. "Fuck,"
He pulls out, you lick a long strip down the underside, sucking the tip. You can taste the precum as you go back to deepthroating him as far as you can manage until you feel his balls tighten.
"God, I could cum in your mouth right now."
You can feel him getting close, his grip starts to tighten. He pulls you away by your hair.
"I was going to let you finish me, but I want to hear you scream." He pushes you back down onto the bed, spreading your legs wide open. You can feel the heat radiating off of his dick, as it rests on your pelvis. "You still want this?"
"Yes, Cloud. Please, please."
"Needy thing." He says, leaning down to peck your lips. He swirls a finger around your clit, before pushing the tip against it, slowly running it up and down. He watches the way your face contorts in pleasure, as you grab the pillow underneath your head. He lines himself up, changing his mind at the last second with a grin, rubbing it up between your lips again.
"Stop teasing me,"
"It's so fun to watch your squirm,"
"I'll finish myself off."
"Oh yeah? How are you going to do that if I'm holding you down?" He grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head.
"I can't wait any longer, please."
"Since you're begging so nicely."
"God, finally." He leans over again, kissing you one more time before lining himself up. Slowly, pushing the tip in, and letting you adjust to the stretch as he stayed there for a minute. He groaned, it was already so tight, hot, wet.
"Fuck... So tight." He mutters, thrusting the tip in. "You okay?"
"Yeah." You twitch around him, and he feels it. He pushes in slowly, inch by inch. His cock filling you, the stretch getting wider, as he slides in completely, the inside of you full.
"Ah- Fuck."
"Want me to stop?" You shake your head. He bites down on his bottom lip. "God you feel so good." Slowly, he pulls out, the head catching on the edge, and pushes in again. The pace stays slow for a while, his hand holding your wrists above your head.
"Taking me so good." He moans, kissing your neck again. You whimper, any discomfort starting to melt away, pleasure taking over.
"Harder, Cloud."
He complies, snapping his hips into you, the pace slowly picking up. You cry out and his hand comes off your wrists to clamp around your mouth before you woke up everyone else, his thrusts turning into a fast and rough pace, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoing through the room. His breath was hot on your neck, panting.
"You want it rough?"
"God, please, yes." He pulls out suddenly, flipping you over onto your chest, your ass hanging in the air.
His hand came to your hip, slamming back into you, grabbing a handful of hair and yanking it back, forcing your back to arch. His pace was brutal, his hand leaving your hip, coming to the small of your back, holding you in that position. The room filled with nothing but the sound of his balls hitting your clit, the obscene wet noise of his cock slipping in and out. You bury your face into the pillow, muffling the noises spilling out of your mouth.
"God, you take my cock so well. Such a good girl." He groans. His pace begins to stagger, his dick twitching inside you. "Can't believe I had to wait this long for you."
He pulls your head back, pressing his chest against your back. He kisses and sucks at the skin of your neck, his hips snapping against your ass, the sound of the headboard knocking against the wall. His hand comes back down to your clit, rubbing harsh circles, and it was overwhelming. You felt tears form in the corner of your eyes.
"I'm so close."
"Me too."
"Come on, y/n, cum on my cock." His hips snapped again, and you couldn't hold back anymore. The knot in your stomach released, your legs shaking.
"Fuck." He groans, his hips stuttering and his hand coming down to grip your ass, feeling the convulsions of your body around his dick. "I'm going to cum inside."
"Please."
"You want it?"
"Uh-huh."
He buries himself inside, a guttural groan escaping his throat, the heat of his cum filling you up, twitching, his thrusts slowing, riding out his orgasm. His arms wrapped around your body, keeping you pressed against his chest, as you both lay there, panting, trying to catch your breath.
"Fuck." He chuckles. "That was..."
"Wow."
"Are you okay?" He asks.
"I'm seeing stars, I think. Or maybe I'm in love."
"You're definitely in love." He smiles, kissing your cheek. He thrusts deep into you one more time, his cock sensitive, the both of you moaning. "Round two?" He suggests.
"I'll die." He laughs and pulls out of you, you whimpering at the loss. He rolls onto his back, pulling you with him.
"I'll get you a pill tomorrow morning, okay?"
"I have an important question."
He wraps his arms around your waist, his forehead pressed against yours. "Go on."
"How did you learn how to fuck so good?"
"I had a lot of pent-up energy."
"So I was just an easy outlet?"
"Maybe."
"I don't want to hear another word."
"I'm joking. It was pent up feelings, you idiot."
"Or maybe you're just a man whore?"
"No, definitely not. Just pent up feelings, like I said."
"For how long?"
"Like a year."
"That's a long time."
"I know."
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"I thought you didn't like me."
"Cloud."
“Mm.”
“You’re stupid.”
“I know. We could’ve fucked sooner.”
"Is that what you're really thinking about?"
"Not really. I'm thinking about how good your pussy feels around my cock."
"You're gross."
"You're gross, you made me cum inside you. They're going to give us an earful tomorrow, they definitely heard us." He mumbles, littering kisses up and down your neck again, wrapping his arms around you tighter.
"Guess we better get some sleep then?"
“Anything you say, princess.”
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this is my first time writing smut. not sure how to feel about it. maybe a little too fast paced but very fun to write, learnt a lot.
#cloud strife x reader#cloud x reader#cloud strife fanfiction#cloud strife imagine#cloud strife smut#cloud strife x reader smut#cloud x reader smut#final fantasy 7#final fantasy 7 x reader#final fantasy vii#final fantasy vii remake#final fantasy vii x reader#final fantasy#final fantasy fancition#final fantasy 7 fanfiction#final fantasy vii fanfction#final fantasy vii imagine#final fantasy 7 imagine#cloud strife#final fantasy 7 remake#final fantasy 7 rebirth#cloud strife x you
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Get better, okay?
pairing: lee know x gn!reader
genre: sick fic, fluff
word count: 742
warning/s: none?
a/n: this is just a short drabble bcs i'm sick and medicated. i hope it makes sense bcs at this point i'm hallucinating.💀 hope you like it, if you did please reblog🫶🏻🫶🏻
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You're standing in your kitchen, cursing yourself cause you're going to be late for work again. You're trying to make some toast as quickly as possible because you know that your boyfriend will nag at you if you didn't have any breakfast.
You hear Minho getting up, his feet shuffling towards the kitchen.
"Good morning, sleepyhead."- you chuckle at his disheveled state, his hair sticking in all directions and a scowl on his cute face.
"I don't feel so well."- he says weakly.
"What?"- the smile on your face fades away, replaced with concern.
You drop what you were doing and come closer to Minho, your wrist on his forehead.
"You're burning up!"- you gasp and he groans.
"Great! Just what I needed."- he rolls his eyes and then winces. "Ugh, headache."- he adds.
"Okay, you go back to bed and I'll call in sick at work and take care of you."- you say.
"I don't wanna be in bed all day!"- he whines. "I've got things to do."
"I know you don't but I'm not giving you any choices. Bed, now."
"That sentence would be hot in different circumstances."- he smirks and you narrow your eyes at him.
"Go to bed, please."- you add desperately.
"Alright, alright, I'm going."- he says and trudges back into your room.
You rummage through the cabinets to find some medicine as you put the kettle on. Sending a quick message to your boss (who was thankfully always understanding), you work around the kitchen, making tea and cutting up some fruit for Minho.
Suddenly, you feel a breath hit your neck and you shriek turning around quickly.
"Minho! What are you doing here? And how did I not hear you?"- you ask, hand on your beating chest.
"I'm bored in bed. And lonely. All alone."- he pouts. You chuckle, having no idea he was clingy when he's sick.
"I'll be right there, honey."- you coo, ushering him towards the room. "You need to lay down."
"But see, I'm fine."
"You're most definitely not."- you say, seeing a sheen of sweat on his forehead. "Lay down, please."
He whines again but this time he listens, dragging his feet slowly, making a show of it.
When you're done preparing everything you lay it down on a tray and carry it to your room. You almost melt at the sight, Minho buried in blankets, only his hair and eyes peeking out.
"Let's first check your temperature."- you say.
"Okay, doctor."- he smirks and you shake your head, chuckling at him.
"Wow, your fever is kinda high."- you frown, looking at the thermometer after it beeped.
"Great news."- Minho says sarcastically.
"Here, drink your medicine."- you say and he does so, looking at you with glassy eyes.
"How about some fruit?"- you say and Minho pouts again.
"Feed me?"- he asks and you chuckle.
"You're such a big baby."- you say.
"Am not! Don't you dare tell any of the guys I'm like this when I'm sick. Now, please feed me or I will cry."- he says and you chuckle again, grabbing the plate with the fruit.
"I can't believe my day's been ruined like this. I hate being sick."- your boyfriend whines.
"My grumpy little man."- you smirk.
"I am not little."- he narrows his eyes at you, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Okay, but you're grumpy."- you lean in and kiss his forehead.
"Missed my lips."- he smirks.
"I didn't."- you tease him. "Anyways, lay down now. You need sleep."- you add grabbing a cloth you brought earlier and getting up so you can put it under water.
"Where you going?"- Minho pouts.
"I'll be right back."- you say, disappearing into the bathroom.
You come back and put the wet cloth on his forehead.
"Oh, that's nice."- he says.
"Do you want me to lay down with you?"- you ask and he whines, making grabby hands at you.
You chuckle and change into more comfortable clothes before crawling into bed.
You put your arms around Minho and he settles on your chest, burying his forehead into your neck.
"I had no idea you were this clingy when you're sick."- you smirk, caressing his head.
"You must be hallucinating."- he mumbles.
"Right... I'm hallucinating."- you giggle.
It's silent for a moment and you think he fell asleep, until you feel his arm tightening around you.
"I love you."- he whispers.
"I love you."- you echo, kissing his head.
"Get better, okay?"
✨Taglist: @moonchild9350 @janepg
#skz x reader#stray kids#stray kids x reader#skz fluff#skz soft thoughts#skz soft hours#lee know fluff#lee know x reader#lee know#lee know scenarios#skz drabbles#lee know drabble#lee know x you
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Welcome Home - King Ben x Reader Smut!
Warnings: smut, ben cusses :)
Request: Hi! Could i request a king ben smut where he has like a tough meeting about some other country and goes into his office where the reader is waiting for him all sweetly and he just bends her over his desk and gets his frustrations out?
(The way he smiles makes my insides CHURN.)
Everything was planned to a T. After being gone for two weeks, visiting King Charming and Queen Cinderella, Ben was finally returning.
Chad had unfortunately, but not surprisingly, done a stupid business deal with some pirates off the coast of Auradon. Since he was technically in Auradon waters, Ben was the one who had to handle it. After sorting out the issues with the pirates, he’d gone to King Charming’s castle to discuss the matter further, leaving you to govern Auradon.
Not that you minded, you just missed your husband. A great deal. So his arrival needed to be perfect.
His plane would arrive the next morning and so you had taken the initiative to have everything prepared. You’d asked the staff to prepare his favorite meals, planned a date for the next evening, and as your own added touch, we’re now setting the biggest vase of blue roses on his desk.
You opened your phone, looking at the last text he’d sent you.
It was from this morning,
See you soon, my love.
You simply couldn’t wait.
Your days were lonely without him, as were the nights. And selfishly, you’d been missing something else. These past two weeks was the longest you and Ben had ever been apart and your body was definitely feeling the repercussions.
You really missed Ben.
ALL of Ben.
As you turned around, the door to his office opened. Your head looked backwards and your heart jumped at the sight of your husband. His bag fell to the floor at the sight of you.
You froze in place, leaning back on his desk.
“Wha- why are you back?”
He smiles.
“Wanted to surprise you. Didn’t think you’d be in my office, sweetheart.” He walks closer to you. “Are you not happy to see me?” His brow arches.
“No, I am I’m just confused-“ Your words are cut off by a kiss. Ben lifts you up sit on his desk, stepping between your thighs. As much as you want to give in, you push against his chest. “Wait, Ben… how was the meeting?”
His eyes roll.
"Horrible. Chad's dad is an asshole. Chad is an asshole. The pirates were assholes. Now, I'm finally home and I'd really, really like to fuck my wife. Is that okay with you?" His eyes flicker down to your lips then back up to your eyes.
"Uh... yeah sure. That's cool."
"Great." His hand wraps around your head, pulling you into him again, lips meeting yours. Your hands find his face, thumbs sliding over his cheeks and pull him closer.
His fingers trail down your body and then grab your waist.
"Ben..." He keeps kissing you. "Do you maybe wanna..." Another. "Go back to our room?" His fingers play with the hem of your blue dress.
His voice comes out hoarse and deep.
"No, I think we are gonna stay right here."
Ben's lips attached to your neck, fingers threading up into your hair to tilt your head back.
The other hand begins pushing your skirt up higher and higher. Your breathing turns uneven as your eyes dart around, hoping no one is going to walk in on your escapades.
"Ben, are you sure..." He pulls away harshly, glaring at you.
"Do I need to bend you over my desk, Y/N?" You suck in a breath as a deep blush crosses your cheeks. His eyebrows raise because of course he notices and then his eyes roll. "Oh for fucks sake."
And then before you can even blink, Ben has you bent over his desk with your skirt over your hips.
You whine as his hips roll into yours, fingers curling over the edge of his desk. Your head turns, ready to glare at him when he rips your underwear clean off.
Your eyes widen in surprise, stammering out his name but go silent when you feel him podding at your entrance.
His voice is hushed next to your ear, sending goosebumps all over your body.
"A loss for words, honey?" His fingers tighten on your hips as he pushes into you. Your knuckles turn white as your grip on the table tightens as well. He gives you no time to adjust to him and begins ramming into you. You shove your face into your arm, biting the flesh to contain your lewd sounds. "Fuckin' hell. Missed you so much."
One of Ben's hands leaves your side to press down on your back and you arch in response. Though you cannot see him, Ben grins. He loves your body's response to his. He can never get enough.
His jaw sets as he nears his orgasm, he'd missed you so much that he could barely hold it in. The sounds of his groans fill the office, along with the slapping of hips and the wetness of your core.
Desperate to make you come before him, his fingers dip between your conjoined hips to circle your clit. You jolt in response, an especially loud moan escaping your throat, boosting Ben's already inflated ego even more.
Before either of you know it, your pelvic muscles squeezing uncontrollably around him and his body collapses onto yours, absolutely spent. The two of you are silent while you come down from your highs and then Ben places soft kisses across your shoulders.
"Welcome home, my king." He groans as he feels himself harden inside of you.
"Oh, honey..." He pulls back, ready for round two. "Welcome home indeed."
Not sure if this is what you had in mind but there ya go. Hope you enjoy:)
#ben descendants smut#ben florian#ben x reader#king ben#ben florian x reader#ben descendants#descendants king ben#descendants smut#descendants
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here, have a little modern steddie meet-cute. meet-ugly, maybe? idk. 1k words, mostly dialogue
"uber for, uh," the guy in the beemer at the curb looks at the phone in his hand, "eddie m.?"
"hey, that's my name!" eddie shouts, stumbling toward the car. the world is tipping sideways a little, but it's been a good night.
he wrenches open the passenger side door and slides in.
"cool if i sit up front, man? i get motion sickness sitting in the back, and you would not like me when i'm motion sick."
"uh, sure?"
eddie pulls the door closed behind him and says, "so what's your name, pretty boy?"
"you don't check the app before getting into some random guy's car?" the guy asks with a huff.
"oh, no, i never order these things for myself." eddie laughs. he tries to think back, remember how many jameson shots he put back tonight. can't. oh, well. "my roommate always sets it up beforehand when i come down to the styx for a show."
"a show? like a concert?"
"uh, no. drag show. styx is a gay bar." the guy's quiet at that. "that a problem? still dunno your name."
"oh. steve," the guy - steve - says shortly. "no, it just... looks more like a... metal bar, or something."
"sometimes things are both, can you believe it! they do a drag show last wednesday of every month. good show tonight, all the girls looked great." he kicks his feet up on the dashboard of the car, watches steve's eyes cut sideways at them as he does. "do you like drag shows, steve?"
he's testing the waters, feeling steve out to see if he should be worried about getting into some random guy's car outisde a gay bar with a dead phone. eddie's definitely had a little too much tonight. he's probably got glitter in his hair. there's definitely black lipstick smeared across his cheek from when allison chaynz planted one on him earlier during her set.
"only been to a few, but yeah. they're a good time. good show."
safe, then. tentatively.
eddie studies steve for a moment, trying to figure him out. he's got this thing he does sometimes, in an uber; eddie's an easy read - he gets into an uber and the driver immediately flips their spotify over to a metal playlist.
the driver's are usually easy to read too, and it's eddie's favorite game; he tends to know when he's got a country boy behind the wheel, or an emo transplant from the mid aughts, or the indie girlies with their iced coffees and perpetual dark undereye circles that all the concealer in the world can't hide.
the guy looks like he wears teenage boy deodorant and smells like repressed trauma. he has the indie girlie dark circles under his eyes, an apple watch strapped to his wrist. rich boy. drives a beemer. good hair, stupid highlights. there's a tube of burt's bees cherry lip balm in the center console and a days old energy drink in the cupholder.
"hmmm, the front bottoms," he decides at last, after staring at steve for what must have been an uncomfortably long time.
"i'm sorry?"
"i said, the front bottoms."
"is that a... what's the word... a euphemism?"
"no, steeeeve. it's a band. check 'em out sometime, your daddy issues'll thank you. do you like music, steve?"
"sure."
eddie clicks his tongue. "smells like bullshit. no one who likes music says sure when someone asks if they like music."
they're stopped at a stoplight. from behind the wheel, steve is studying him right back, looking him up and down, his gaze coming to rest once again on eddie's shoes on the dash.
"get your feet down," steve says, pushing at eddie's shins. "do you have any idea how dangerous that is?"
"fine, fine. so if you don't listen to music, steve, what do you listen to in this fancy bmw?"
"sports, mostly," steve shrugs. "podcasts sometimes."
"oh, boy, you are a walking red flag, aren't you? shame you're so pretty."
"well what about you? what do you listen to?"
"guess."
"i dunno, probably that metal shit. five finger whatever, or something."
eddie presses his hand to his chest. "five finger - oh, stevie, i am wounded. i wouldn't be caught dead listening to bro rock."
out of the corner of his eye, he definitely catches a smile from steve.
steve holds an aux cable out to him. "here, then. wow me. show me some real metal or whatever."
"god, i'd love to take you up on that," eddie says, huffing out a little laugh. he holds his phone up. "this sucker's been dead for hours."
this time steve's the one to click his tongue. "shame."
"truly. so what's your story, steven? what's got you out at three in the morning?"
"it's my night off," steve shrugs. "just started night shift at the hospital, trying to get used to the new sleep schedule."
"mmm, the hospital. you a nurse?"
"i am. trauma nurse."
"nice. ever see any gnarly injuries?"
"had a pretty fucked up dog bite come in the other night."
"shit."
"yeah." another stoplight, another unsubtle once over from steve. "so what about you? what do you do?"
"line cook."
steve's eyes linger on him a little longer than necessary. "oh, but i'm the walking red flag. got it."
"whoa," eddie laughs. "what's that supposed to mean?"
"i've dated line cooks. everyone's dated a line cook."
"sounds like something a slut would say, steve. craziest dick you've ever had, huh?"
"mmm."
it's not a denial.
they're getting close to eddie's building now, and that's an actual shame. because steve's cute. he needs a haircut maybe, and the stubble around his mouth and chin is just on the wrong side of five o'clock shadow, but he's got these distracting little moles along his face and neck and arm that eddie's been itching to play connect the dots with since he got in the car.
"wait, i know this building," steve says as he slows at the curb and looks at the address on his phone again. "my roommate's girlfriend lives in this building."
it clicks into place, then, for eddie.
"oh, shit! you're robin's steve!"
steve's eyebrows draw together as he gapes at eddie, and then his eyes go wide with realization. "chrissy's ed?"
"eddie," he corrects. "gotta be a level twenty friend to call me ed. and chrissy's the only level twenty friend i'll ever have."
"noted. good to finally meet you, man. i, uh. i guess this is you, then, huh?"
"yeah, sure is. maybe i'll see ya around." eddie goes to get out of the car.
"oh, you will," steve says, his smile lopsided and goofy. "i'll make sure of it."
"hold ya to it," eddie promises with a wink.
steve wiggles his fingers in a flirtatious wave as eddie walks backward on the sidewalk toward his building.
so robin's steve is cute. maybe he should have been letting chrissy set them up this whole time.
still. sports and podcasts. guy's a walking red flag. who knows, maybe they're green. eddie's never been able to see the difference anyway.
#steddie#steddie fic#bee's blurbs#idk what this is honestly#it came to me in a vision#buckingham#if you squint
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The Shirt
Ollie had to admit it to himself - he kind of looked sexy. His new shirt looked and felt great and he didn't know the last time he'd felt so confident. He usually didn't go for patterns, but there was something about the cute little dancing bear motif that really charmed him.
He'd held out on buying any size large shirts, convincing himself it was a boundary he wouldn't cross, that he'd lose the small amount of chub he'd accumulated, that he wasn't nearly as big as that yet. Wearing it now, he realised how silly he'd been. Not being constrained from all angles, not having to suck in his middle all the time, not having to worry about bending down or twisting the wrong way - it was like a weight was lifted.
Looking in the mirror now, finally wearing clothes that fit, it was obvious that most of the size was in his head. What's a large, really? Nothing. Okay, he wasn't skinny, but he wasn't fat either - he'd always been naturally broad, hadn't he? He was never going to fit into mediums like his mates. He just didn't look like a kid anymore.
"Looking good man!" Geoff said, sticking his head through the door. "New shirt? We're heading off in a bit, you joining?"
"Yeah, yeah, just give me a minute," Ollie said, smoothing the front of the shirt down and taking one last look at himself. Time to upgrade the rest of his wardrobe if it's all going to look this good, he thought to himself.
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"You okay?" Ollie's date Malik asked, one eyebrow raised. "You look a little uncomfortable."
"No, it's fine," Ollie said as he tugged his shirt down and tucked it in for what must have been the tenth time since he'd reached the bar. "Really, I'm fine. My shirt's just a bit stiff. Reckon I must have washed it funny. Sorry, you were saying about your course?"
"Right, okay," Malik said slowly. "Anyway, like I was saying, it's so interesting looking at all these artists all together, I just…"
Ollie struggled to listen, instead fiddling with his shirt. It strained a little in his armpit, seemed to pull at the side, the way he rolled up his sleeves seemed to cut into his arms in a way they didn't usually. He hoped he could fix whatever he'd done in the wash - he'd come to think of it as his lucky date night shirt.
Still, it wasn't all bad. It was more comfortable to have the top couple of buttons open and he found the effect of his chest hair spilling out quite sexy. He wondered idly if it really was the shirt or it might be his body - after all, he'd borrowed Geoff's dumbbells a couple of times recently. He tried to flex his pecs a little. Yeah, that was it - he was just bulking at the moment. When he got around to cutting he'd look phenomenal in this shirt.
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"Fucking hell mate, what's that about?" Geoff laughed as Ollie walked up.
Ollie looked down at himself, looking for stains, only to see the familiar dancing bear pattern. "What are you talking about?" he asked.
"That shirt! It barely fits!" their mate Dan said, howling with laughter.
"Oh, right, that. It's, well I mean, it does fit," he stumbled on his words as his fingers tried to tug the bottom of the shirt towards his waistband, trying not to get too turned on by the feeling of brushing against the soft fat. "I'm just bloated at the moment, that's all. This is my best shirt, it fits perfectly."
"Fits perf… Right, gotcha," Geoff said, his shoulders shaking a little as he chuckled into his pint. "Well, I'm not being funny, but I think you've been bloated for a while now Ollie."
Ollie grinned, making a show of how little he cared. He did his best to ignore how the buttons gaped and cut into his middle as he sat down, even as he sucked his gut in. He set his pint down and flipped the menu open. "You lot eating then?"
Dan burst out laughing again. "You were bloated a second ago, what you wanting to eat for?"
"No, it's not like that," Ollie protested. "I didn't mean, bloated bloated, you know. I mean like, you know, it's just retaining water. You know, from the protein - I'm bulking," returning to his oft stated excuse whenever he was asked why he was eating so much.
Dan and Geoff exchanged a look. "Retaining water, right," Dan said, as Geoff muttered "Got to keep up the bulk."
Six pints, a burger and chips and a couple of side orders of onion rings later, Ollie struggled to suck in his gut anymore. As he walked back to their table, he did his best to hold the pints in front of the gaps in between his buttons where his belly hair was poking through. He set the pints down, exhaled as he lowered himself into his seat slowly and-
A ping rang out as the button hit Dan's pint, who fell under the table laughing. Ollie's hand flew down to his stomach, feeling the expanse of skin and hair now visible in the space opened up.
"Jesus Christ Ollie!" Geoff said, laughing. "Buy some new fucking shirts! Right, well we'll have to head home now, won't we?"
"What for?" Ollie asked. "Because it's your round next? Nah, don't worry about me, shirt's not going to fix itself by getting home any earlier, is it?" He wondered how much of a spectacle he could make of himself by the time they left. "Do you reckon they're still doing food?"
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"What the fuck are you doing?"
As Ollie turned around the see Geoff stood in his now open doorway, he heard a rip and felt a breeze at his side. His hands scrambled for the two still-fastenable button on the shirt, his clumsy fingers struggling against the tension in the fabric. He inhaled, strained to shrink his swollen stomach just a touch. His fingers found some purchase, dug underneath the first button-hole, then the second, and the sides of the shirt burst open. He exhaled, and his gut hung out and down, the two halves of fabric framing his heft.
"Sorry Geoff, I was just, uhh." He looked around the room, trying to think of some plausible explanation. He hoped his gut, or at least the attention it was drawing, might hide his throbbing cock. He knew it wouldn't, especially with how tight his trousers were. "I wanted to see if this shirt still fit."
"Right, well, it doesn't," Geoff said. He looked to the side, clearly trying to spare Ollie's dignity by some small measure. "I think you'd sort of be able to tell without trying it on, to be honest."
Ollie shifted, and he tried to ignore the way his body wobbled and folded, willing his erection to stop. "I thought I'd maybe see how bad the damage was," he said with a small chuckle.
"I mean, do you really want to…" Geoff sighed. "The damage is pretty fucking bad, if you really want to know," he said, still averting his gaze. "You were smaller than me in first year, now you're… fuck Ollie, you're properly fucking fat."
Ollie nodded, reveling in the way his chins creased against each other. "I appreciate the honesty mate, really," he said. "I've uhh, started a diet," he lied. "Thought it could be an inspiration thing, you know, see if I can fit back into it at some point."
Geoff closed the door a little, shuffling out the room. "Right, well… anyway, we're going to the pub," his voice came through the door. "If you want to join."
Ollie peeled the shirt off his body, doing his best not to increase the size of the hole in the side seam. "Yeah, I'll be with you in a bit," he said, the sleeve inside out and sliding past his sausage-like arm. "You eating there, do you reckon?"
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Ollie panted and strained. With one hand he gathered as much of his gut as he could, with the other he leaned past and underneath to what little remained uncovered of his dick. He squeezed his eyes shut against a wave of pleasure.
The shirt cradled his breasts like a makeshift hammock, a single button hidden in the deep crevice above his belly and below his chest. His rhythm halted for a moment as he dug one hand into a tiramisu and brought it to his mouth, cream smearing across his face. He grunted as he did his best to reach beneath himself, and he began to buck and thrust against his own hand, helping himself along.
He plunged his fingers into his mouth, counting the calories as he sucked down the last of the rich dessert, as he quivered and a sticky wetness covered his hand and filled the soft unknown beneath his quivering middle. He brought his hand up and smeared his cum against his shirt, falling back against his pillows. The motion proved too much for the tortured fabric, and it finally gave out, the button falling to the mattress and the shirt falling open around soft hairy man tits.
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Ollie waddled as quickly as he could to the stall, and he smiled at the young woman manning it. He thumbed through the hangers, each shirt brushing against the furthest extent of his gut.
"I used to have this one!" he told her cheerfully, pulling one out and holding it out, looking closely at the images of little dancing bears. "I've been looking for it for years. I outgrew it ages ago, I'd sort of given up hope of replacing it."
"Oh, right," the woman said, an uncertain smile on her face. "Well maybe we'll be able to help you with that."
Ollie grinned. "Maybe - what sizes do you do?"
The woman looked Ollie up and down. "Well, you see…" She looked around, as if searching for help. "We only stock up to XL, but we can do custom orders to 3XL." The last part was added with a clear tone of hope, however vain.
"Ah, right," Ollie said. "Not sure when I last wore 3XL. A couple of years at least."
The shop assistant smiled awkwardly. Ollie knew that look well - no one knew how to respond when he talked about his weight so openly. "I'll take a 3XL anyway," he said, thinking about how hot it was to obliterate the last one.
"Do you want to try it on?" the assistant asked, happy to be back to more standard shop-floor conversation.
"Oh no, don't worry. There's no chance of it actually fitting," Ollie laughed.
"Ah, okay then," the shop assistant smiled, her confusion apparent. "For one day in the future, maybe?"
Ollie shrugged. "Sure, why not?" He paid for the shirt and left. He couldn't wait until this shirt fit as poorly as the previous one.
#the shirt#wg story#weight gain#weight gain fiction#gaining fiction#gainer fiction#gainer story#weight gain story#male weight gain#this was written quite drunk tbh#let me know if theres any typos which are too egregious
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Kinktober Day 29: Aftercare with Chan
Trigger warnings:
Content warnings: mentions of overstimulation...that's about it, it's all actually really soft
Summary: Your doting boyfriend wants to take care of you after absolutely ruining you.
Word count: 0.8k
A/N: hi all 🥰 after much consideration, i’ve decided to repost my kinktober 2022 stories. i had a great time writing these a couple years ago and want to share them again now that it’s been a while and i’ve had time to fall in love with them again. i hope you all enjoy! and by all means, feel free to send a message or comment here if you’d like to be part of the new tag list!
Tags: @bahng-chrizz
Smut below the cut
“You can take one more for me, baby.” He urged, coaching you as yet another orgasm barreled towards you. You’d been at it for what felt like hours and you were certain you’d be extremely sore tomorrow. You couldn’t wait.
“Please- I’m so close-” You sobbed, tugging against the restraints. He had you tied to the bedposts and was currently rearranging your insides as you laid helpless beneath him.
“That’s right. Let go for me, baby. Show me how good you can be.” He cooed breathlessly as his own orgasm threatened to take over.
His coaching was the last straw and you found yourself bowing up off the bed as you came undone for what you hoped would be the final time tonight. You couldn’t take any more. You sobbed as you moaned his name, the pleasure overwhelming. Molten pleasure filled your veins as he too let go and came deep inside you, grunting your name as his orgasm took over.
He kept thrusting into you until both of you were left with only the aftershocks of pleasure, then his hips came to a halt and he began to shower you in kisses. “You did so well for me, angel. Such a good girl for me.” He praised, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. “Shh, I'm right here, baby. I’ve got you.” He cooed when your tears showed no signs of stopping.
He quickly untied you and pulled you into his chest, rubbing your back and playing with your hair to sooth you. You clung to him like a lifeline as you began to calm down, sniffles and hiccups becoming few and far between. “That’s right, sweetheart. I’m right here.” He whispered and kissed your temple.
Once you were calm and just clinging to him, allowing him to sooth you with soft touches, he pulled back a bit. “How about a bath for my sweet girl?” He suggested with a soft smile. You nodded instantly and he gently released you just long enough to get up from the bed. Then you were back in his arms and he was carrying you towards the bathroom.
You didn’t speak as he placed you on the cool counter, watching as he began to draw a bath. He looked gorgeous like this, caring for you. You loved when he was like this. Loved the way he doted on you.
You watched closely and he dropped your favorite bath bomb into the tub as it filled and bit your lip to suppress a tiny smile. He caught you though and smiled as he stepped between your legs. “You okay, pretty?” You nodded and leaned into his touch as he cupped your cheek. “You handled it so well. You deserve to be rewarded.” He said softly as he leaned in and kissed your forehead.
You finally smiled and nodded at his words, loving the way he was doting on you. He always took such good care of you, especially after an extreme session like that.
You watched as he stepped away and turned the water off before allowing him to scoop you up and gently deposit you in the tub. You took a moment to appreciate the way the water swirled around you, the bath bomb leaving a pearlescent sheen to the purple water. Then he stepped into the tub behind you and you immediately leaned back against his chest once he was settled.
“You’re so good, baby. So sweet and soft.” He praised with a smile as he wrapped his arms around you. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and let his hands pass over your stomach soothingly. “My perfect girl. Can I wash your hair for you?”
You nodded immediately and he quickly grabbed your shampoo. He wet your hair then squeezed a healthy amount of shampoo into his palm. After lathering just a bit, he began to gently massage your scalp, the scent of the suds filling the air around you.
You felt yourself relaxing under his touch and smiled softly as he pampered you. “Thank you…” you finally spoke, glancing over your shoulder at him. “For all of it.”
“Of course, sweetheart. You know how much I love taking care of you.” He grinned and kissed your cheek before grabbing the shower head and cutting it on. “Look up for me.” And then he began to rinse your hair, his fingers still massaging your scalp.
He cut the water off after he was done and then his hands began to roam, grabbing a washcloth and gently scrubbing the mess from your body. You let out a soft sigh and leaned further into him, spreading your legs when he moved to carefully clean you up. You loved the care he took with you and the way he made sure every inch of you was perfectly cleaned before he hung the washcloth to dry a bit on the side of the tub.
“Let’s soak a bit, hmm? Then we’ll rinse off and go to bed.” You nodded at his words and settled even closer to him as he wrapped his arms around you. “Hey princess?” You looked up at him. “I love you.” He whispered and pecked your lips.
You smiled softly at his words and pulled him back in for another kiss. “I love you too, Channie.”
#kpop smut#stray kids#stray kids smut#stray kids bang chan#bang chan#bang chan smut#stray kids chan#chan#chan smut#kinktober#alura’s works
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The Date
Older Eddie Munson x Reader
Part one
Mini part two.
Your feelings for Eddie are deepening but he drops the news that he has a date.
Angsty, 18+ Minors shoo!!, jealous reader, longing.
Looks like this might be my new series ❤️
You cuddle into Eddie, softly stroking over his chest and he presses a brief kiss to your hair. Both of you spent after a morning of amazing sex.
Since realising how badly you had fallen in love with him, you were wrestling with the feelings and trying to fight them even though they were threatening to spill over.
"Can I see you later?" you ask hopefully, it's probably a long shot as he never stays but there's no harm in asking right?
"I have a date sweetheart" he replies and you feel something in your heart crack as you take in what he said.
"A date?" you murmur and he nods as he gets up and your mind begins to spiral. The date will most likely be perfect, a perfect woman for Eddie and how could they not fall for him? He was incredible.
So sexy, sarcastic but sweet and had the ability to make you feel safe and contented when you were with him.
"Who's the lucky girl?" you ask and know you can't say anything about this. You were with your ex and Eddie never said a word, didn't give a fuck. So how could you say anything about this?
"Oh, I met her at work sweetheart. Fixed up her car" he explains and you nod feeling sick to your stomach.
"Cool. That's great Eddie" he looks at you for a few seconds, his eyesbrows furrowing in worry.
"You okay?" you smile and hide the pain you're feeling, find your clothes and pull them on hastily. Somewhere deep down you were hoping you meant something to Eddie, that obviously wasn't true.
It's a crushing feeling and you struggle to paint a smile on your face when he gently tugs you back to him.
"Stay. You don't need to rush off" he frowns and you shake your head. It's not like you could stay and wait for him to come back from his date? What if he brought her home.
That leaves an even worse feeling in your stomach and you tug away from him. "Would look weird if I'm still here and you bring your date home Eddie" you murmur.
He looks at you with an unreadable expression, you avoid his pretty brown eyes and get set to leave.
"Sweetheart" he begins but you cut off whatever he's about to say with a smile that feels all fake.
"I should go, I'll see you soon Eddie" you leave before he can say anything else. Trudge home with your heart full of longing and an ache that won't go away.
❤️
You heard Eddie leave for his date a while ago and do your best to take your mind of it. Feel silly as you get teary at just the thought.
Honestly this was ridiculous. You had to be stronger, protect your heart, you should have listened to Eddie in the first place when you said exactly what this was.
No strings attached. He always said that so you don't know why you thought it would be any different.
At some point you must fall asleep, wake to the sound of Eddie's motorbike and a soft knock at your door.
Sleepily you get up and answer it, Eddie takes one look at your comfy pj's and smirks at the design.
"Well that's just fucking cute" he says and you open your mouth then close it again. Shouldn't he be with his date? You ask him this and he shrugs.
"She was a sweetheart but boring as fuck, nearly fell asleep waiting for dessert. Don't think I'll be looking for a second date"
The ache in your chest disappears a smidge and you open the door wider so he steps inside.
Looks like your night was looking up after all.
#eddie munson x reader#eddie angst#eddie munson x you#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson#older eddie munson
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Ruben Dias x Reader - Not Ready Part 1/12
Part 2 and Part 3 are out on my Patreon for FREE!
This story is so beautiful, hopefully you'll think so too! 🥹
Readers sister dies in a tragic car accident, leaving reader and her boyfriend Ruben in the urgent custody of her niece and nephew. Readers life is suddenly flipped upside-down since having children hadn't been the plan for her and Ruben's life together. At least not now when his football career was reaching great new heights.
Enjoy! 💞
You could really get used to this life, because who else has an amazing girl boss who let's you off work in the honor of your birthday?
Well you did.
Instead of spending the last hours of the day sorting out paperwork, you were rushing off to see you your boyfriend who had surprise for you in the park.
"Oh my god, is he going to purpose?"
"I have no idea." You squealed, cellphone pressed to your ear. Your best friend Laleh was on the other end, helping you speculate why Ruben specifically wanted to spend the afternoon with you in the park.
"Do you think he had anything to do with you getting off work so early?"
"I really don't know. I would be surprised of he did."
"Yes, me too. If he did, what the hell was he thinking, leaving me to finish all this work by myself?"
You laughed. "I'm so sorry Laleh. I really owe you."
"Damn straight you do. Just make sure to send me a picture of the ring, okay?"
"I promise. Love you. Bye."
You hung up the phone and practically ran the last distance towards the park. Your heart pounded in your chest as you sighted it ahead. What if this was it? What if after three years together, Ruben, was finally ready to tie the knott. Lord knows that you were. Ruben was simply the man of your dreams.
"Y/N."
You spotted his tall figure amongst the trees. He stood with his hands in his pockets, hair stirring gently in the wind. The way your heart fluttered when you saw him could only mean one thing, no?
"Ruben, what is all this?"
He suprised you with a full on picknick. A blanket was laid out on the grass below. Beside it was a basket containing fruit, red wine and a fine collection of cheese.
"Happy birthday baby!" Ruben welcomed you to sit down.
"I can't believe you. Isn't today your rest day?"
Ruben lay down on the blanket, leaning forward to kiss you. "I can rest right here." He smiled.
You were perplexed. The amount of love you had for your boyfriend was simply too hard to grasp. He had gone so out of his way just for you. It made you giggle, how he cut you a slice of cheese with such caution, wanting it to be just the right amount to put on your cracker.
"Here you go."
"Well, thank you." You bowed with courtesy.
Ruben put down the cheese knife and licked the tip of his fingers. He licked them clean since his diet as a professional football player didn't allow him to have any dairy. Wine was also off limits. It was all just for you to enjoy.
"So..." He said, clasping his hands together as he rested on his side. "How does it feel to be twenty-five?"
"Old." You murmured through a mouth full of cheese and crackers.
"Old?" He frowned. "But I'm twenty-seven."
"Exactly my point. Twenty-seven is so old and now I'm getting closer to that age."
"Right." He snorted.
"Don't get me wrong baby. You look amazing for your age, but that's because you work out. I on the other hand...."
"If it's your fitness that you're worried about you can always come with me to the gym."
"Nah, I'm good." You chugged down the last of your cracker, dusting of the crumbs that had fallen into your lap. Ruben looked to you with admiration, the sun irritating his eyes.
"Did you know that my mom had my sister at twenty-one."
"Really?"
"Yeah, and me at twenty-seven."
"Interesting."
"Yeah and now my sister is trying to get pregnant again at thirty-one as if the two children she has isn't enough work already."
"How are they?"
"Emmy and Vale?"
"Yeah?"
"Oh, well they're great, I guess. Emmy has just started her forth year in primary school and Vale lost his first tooth the other day."
"Really?"
"Yeah. His dad forgot to slip him the money from the tooth fairy though. My sister totally freaked out."
"Tooth fairy?" Ruben tilted his head.
"Yes, the tooth fairy. Didn't you grow up with the concept of a wealthy winged midget sneaking into your bedroom at night, collecting all your teeth?"
"Erm...no. No, I didn't. " Ruben looked horried.
"Hmm.....I thought the culture in Portugal wasn't too different from the rest of the countries in Europe."
"It isn't." Ruben sat up. "But I guess my family wasn't into that kind of stuff."
"What stuff?"
"I dunno, make believe stuff. Fairytales etc."
"Oh."
"Yeah, my dad was the worst. When I first lost my tooth he made me stand in front of the bathroom mirror and pull the tooth out myself."
"Really? That's horrible."
"I still remember being hunched over the bathroom sink with blood pouring out of my mouth while hearing my dad flush my tooth down the toilet."
"Ruben, that's—"
"My dad for you." He smiled. It was obvioulsy a fond memory to him. A traumatic one to you.
"I just can't imagine myself raising children right now." You said, falling back onto the picknick blanket, a sense of peace washing over you. It was such a lovely afternoon. "If anything I'm still a child myself."
"How about a dog?"
You had gone to shut your eyes, but quickly reopened them. Ruben was standing up, hovering over you with a cardboard box in his hands.
You brought yourself to sit up. "Ruben, what is—"
Something shook the box. Followed by a low squeal. A frail attempt of a bark.
"Ruben....you did not."
His smile broadened. "I did." He lowered the box for you to see what lay within, and looking up at you with the most precious eyes was a brown sausage dog, less than four weeks old.
"Oh my god." You quickly reached for it and brought the puppy into your lap. "Ruben I can't believe you did this!"
"Happy birthday!"
You looked up at him, feeling how the dog nibbled at your fingertips. "What made you even want to do this?" It was such a commitment to get a dog. Ruben had never expressed the desire to get one before, although, you knew that he was good with them, seeing as his family had own several back home in Portugal.
"I guess I just thought it was time." He shrugged.
"Time for what?" You cried. Yes, actual tears were welling up in your eyes. Even more so when Ruben joined you on the blanket, petting the fluffy creature in your lap. He then looked to you with such a gentle gaze. "For us to start a family." He said.
"Oh, Ruben." You kissed him, apologizing for your wet cheeks. Ruben didn't mind, however, wiping them away with a stroke of his thumb. "I love you Y/N. I always will."
"I love you too."
It was the best birthday of your life, filled with wet kisses and a puppy. Hopefully it was the beginning of forever with Ruben. It's all you ever wanted
Part 2 and Part 3 are out on my Patreon for FREE!
#fanfiction#football imagine#footballer x reader#footballer imagine#football angst#ruben dias#man city#manchester city#ruben dias x reader#ruben dias imagine
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Can you write literally anything for Luke Hughes been obsessed recently!!
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You Decided to go to one of Luke’s hockey parties, you showed up 3 hours into the party. You wanted to finish studying first and when You did it was already 11pm at night. When you walked in the house the party was in full swing, people were everywhere, drinking, yelling and some people making out in the middle of the room.
You made your way through the Sweaty crowd of people trying to get to the kitchen and when you did you saw Some of the Michigan hockey team standing around.
“Y/N!” you heard someone yell
You looked around the kitchen and said who yelled your name, you laid your eyes on Luke. You smiled at him and walked over, the closer you got you saw how drunk he really was. His face was flushed red and blonde curl’s hanging over his forehead.
“Hey Lu having a good time?” You asked smiling at his drunken state
“Havin a GREAT TIME” He yelled in the small Kitchen
You turned to Ethan who was standing on your otherside
“How much has he had to drink?” you asked
“Non stop, like I mean he's gonna wanna kill himself tomorrow morning” Ethan laughed
You turned back to Luke seeing he was talking to someone else, he was so drunk he didnt know how loud he was being. He was talking about one of his teacher’s and how he didnt like them. You Watched Luke for a bit making sure he was ok, you talked to a couple of his teammates but then Conversation got cut off when someone yelled.
Luca walked in the kitchen with a plante full of different colored shots .
“Take your pick gentleman” He said as everyone grabbed one
“Y/n You want one?” Luca ask
You shook your head and told him you were just here to make sure Luke was ok.
Everyone took their shots, you laughed as you saw their face’s scrunch up at the taste of the drink. When you looked at Luke you saw two empty shot glasses in hand, meaning he had two.
“Oooo Lukey’s going for a third” Ethan laughed as luke tried to grab another one
You grabbed Luke by the waist and to stop him.
“Lu I think you've had enough” You laughed
“But there so gooood!” he drew out putting the shot in your face
“mMhmm I bet they are, but tomorrow your gonna think otherwise” you told, grabbing the shot and placing it on the counter
“Come on Lukey, say goodbye to your friends” You laughed patting him on the back
“GOODBYE GUY’S’ Luke yelled, smiling at his friends.
They all chirped him as you walked him out of the party, you rubbed his back softly as you both got into the dorm elevator’s.
“Did you have fun?” You asked
“OH my god! So much fun, you should have stopped by earlier” he groaned Resting his head on your shoulder.
You rubbed the side of Luke’s arm’s trying to calm all the party energy he picked up
“I'm glad you had fun tonight” you smiled
“I was hoping to have fun with you tonight” he whined “I mean we still can” You heard him whisper into your neck. You smiled when you felt Luke kiss your neck lighty, he moved his head out of your neck now staring down at you.
You now could notice how drunk he really looked, his cheeks flushed red and his eye’s hooded over. You knew he had to go home and sleep luckey your dorm was just across the street, so Luke could spend the night.
“Lukey we’re gonna go back to my dorm, for you can sleep” You smiled lightly patting his chest
You waited for Luke to respond but after a couple of seconds of nothing, you spoke again
“Lu-” “Your so pretty” Luke complemented tucking a piece of hair begin your ear
You smiled widely at his words watching him stare down at you, Luke moved his hands up to your cheeks cupping them softly. He leaned down and kissed you softly, you could feel him smile into the kiss. You could taste the alcohol on Luke’s lip as he kissed you. Luke started to laugh into the kiss then pulled away.
‘What?” you laughed watching Luke lean his head back and laugh
You tugged on his arm trying to get him to answer
“Whhaaatt?” You whined
Luke looked back at you all smiley “Nothing” he shrugged trying to play it off But he couldn’t keep it straight. He laughed again pulling you into a tight hug swaying side to side.
“I love you babe SO MUCH” he yelled, making you laugh
The elevator's door opened and you had to pull Luke as he still clung to you.
“Luke you're not making this easy” You told as he helped him walk out of the building and down the street to the crosswalk. There was nobody out since it was almost 12 am and thank god there was because Luke still didnt know how loud he was being.
“WE ARE SO GONNA DO IT!” he yelled
“Shhh Luke you're being loud and no we’re not” You shushed him
‘Why not!” He whisper yelled
“Because your drunk” You stated
“NO IM NOT” he yelled, pulling away from you “watch me!” he yelled
You laughed as you walked Luke trying to walk in a straight line, sticking his arms out. He was a mess, his right foot going too far to the left and making him stumble. You saved him from falling by grabbing his arm and helping him stand up straight.
“Ok maybe I'm a little too drunk to do it tonight” He admitted
“Its ok, there’s always next time” You laughed
“I was gonna rock your world” said making you laugh “ABSOLUTELY ROCK IT” he yelled
“Ok ok ok Luke we get it your very good at sex” You said him
You both walked across the crosswalk and up the street to your dorm
“I'm very good at sex” he hiccuped “The best ”he nodded with his eyes closed
“Yes your very good” You laughed leading him into the dorm building lobby
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Hi bb!
So I feel like shit and I want to request a HC about Folio. You can do it how you want to 😌
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I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG BB! I hope you still want what we originally talked about!
You were angry.
No, fuming.
He was doing it again.
Leaving for weeks without committing to you.
You and Folio had this weird relationship for months now. Both of you hooking up when you needed to take the edge off.
Sex slowly turned to hangouts which then turned out to frequent date nights.
But never once did you two make it official because of his busy life.
"I can't do a relationship right now, sweetheart," Folio sighed while stepping into his jeans.
You clutched the sheets closer to your chest. "Why? You claim your life is too busy with touring and everything but you've been in my bed every night this week."
He ran a hand through his short hair before putting his hat on. "Maybe we I get back from tour-."
You held up your hand immediately cutting him off. "Save it! It's always the same bullshit excuse with you, Nick. You say after but when you're home, I'm only good for sex."
"That's not even remotely true, Y/N." Folio defended.
"Then why can't we make this official?" You rose from the bed and got dressed.
When he stayed silent, you knew you had your answer.
"Have a great fucking life, Nick. When you get back from living your life as a rockstar, don't call me."
It had been three months since you last saw and spoke to Nick. While you did your best to stand your ground and not reach out to him first, your heart was breaking.
You missed him so much.
His smile, his infectious laughter, the way he smelled, and the way he radiated light. Always.
But you couldn’t fall back into his trap. You wouldn’t.
You headed those words for all those months but when there was a knock at your in the middle of the night, a distrust looking Folio on the other side of it the walls you built came crumbling down.
“I tried, sweet girl. I tried so fucking hard to be okay without you. I thought I didn’t want a relationship but I was so fucking wrong,” he admitted with a shaky breath.
You could see from his bloodshot eyes that he’d been crying.
“What makes you think I want a relationship anymore?” You asked with crossed arms.
“Because I know you, Y/N. I know that you love me. Just as much as I love you.”
That was the first time he uttered those three words and it make your heart jump into your throat.
You knew you loved Folio early on in this weird relationship you two had but you figured he didn’t.
“You-you love me?”
There was a faint smile pulling at his lips. “I love you so much, Y/N. I’m sorry it took me so long to say it. But if you’ll have me, I’ll prove it to you. I want you sweetheart. All I want is you.”
You yanked him inside with a tight grasp on his shirt and crashed your lips to his.
“You’re not leaving in the morning.” You said.
Folio shook his head during your kiss. “Never again.”
#tina talks#headcannon monday#nick folio#nick folio headcannons#nick folio x reader#nick folio fanfiction#bad omens
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You cant just leave us like that!!!! I need the next part to that Yoongi story! That series EATS!!!!!!11!!!!!1111!!!!!
Thank you! Lol!
Title: Those Damn Words...
Warning(s): Fluff and Slight Smut!
Author's Note: This will be part 4 in my Yoongi series. These are the other parts for those who wanna read it lol.
First Part: Those damn eyes
Second Part: Those damn lips
Third Part: Those damn hands
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"I still cannot believe you did this. This is insane, you're insane..." You chuckle as you walk into the neat and put together beach house that Yoongi had just surprised you with the news about last night...
"We had to celebrate graduating in style, Y/N. Plus, that pretty little check would've never been mine if it wasn't for your... Feature." He smirks at you, making you look away bashfully, shaking your head at his little hint of your moans on his latest song.
"No, no. I'm still pissed that you sold it." You try as you shake your head and Yoongi hums, slowly walking over to you to hold you from behind as you look out the large glass window that shows the ocean so clearly. You guys were literally on the beach, and you were mesmerized by this scenery.
After your little breakdown, Yoongi had agreed to no more large workloads and if there had to be nights where he was stuck at the studio, you were right there with him.
He enjoyed talking you through the process of writing music and making beats, and he especially enjoyed nights where you'd end up falling asleep at the studio while he was sucked into his work because seeing your soft expression was a great motivator to keep working hard.
"I can't remember the last time I stayed at the beach. Actually... I don't think there was ever a time I stayed at the beach." You mutter to yourself as you feel Yoongi gently kiss your shoulder.
"Jeez. I don't even know what to do first..." You say sheepishly and Yoongi hums.
"Last one down to the beach has to lick the other one's foot." He whispers in your ear before taking off running to the sliding glass door that leads to the beach. You squeal and chase after him.
"Yoongi! Not fair!" You shout with laughter.
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"This place is so much fun!" You scream over the loud music of the beach bar and grill you two were currently enjoying a night in.
The place was crowded, and no AC meant you were relying on the slight ocean breeze coming in every now and again from the open door by the dance floor.
Yoongi was never much of a partier, but after a few drinks, his wild side seemed to show up more, and it was just refreshing to see your boyfriend cut loose.
"Mm... You're so beautiful, baby..." He says in an awestruck tone that makes you blush more and shake your head at him. He grabs you loosely around the waist and it makes you giggle, head foggy as you let him pull you close. He sloppily kisses along the side of your face as you grab at his arms, laughing in only a way a tipsy mess could laugh.
"Let's go... Somewhere private..." He whispers in your ear finally as you smile wide in anticipation.
"Mm... Don't make me wait." You smirk back and he chuckles as he pulls you off towards the exit of the crowded bar. He leads you towards the rental jeep and you step in front of him and the driver's side.
"Uh-Uh. No driving." You giggle and Yoongi snorts at that.
"Wasn't planning on it..." He smirks before pressing into you, backing you up more into the car because there's no doors. You blush harder as you realize what he's hinting at.
"What are you doing, Mr. Min?" You taunt quietly as you look up at him, gripping his shirt that was already buttoned loosely.
"Getting my girlfriend some air. You're all red and sweaty..." He snickers and you hit his chest lightly.
"I bet my hair's a mess..." You pout and he smirks and nods in agreement.
"The way I like it..." He says and you snort this time, rolling your eyes playfully. "Kinda like how you looked the night we met." He continues. "Remember?" He asks and you bite your lip at the memory that floods your already far away mind.
A bar in the city by the campus, a mysterious figure dressed in all black sitting at the bar watching you intently until you finally walked over to say hi. A very mind-blowing experience in the bar bathroom and then again in his car...
"I remember." You finally smirk as you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, his black hair almost covering his eyes with how sweaty and messy it was.
"Yeah? Feel like jogging my memory?" He asks quietly as he looks you in the eyes, still trying to catch his breath from the night of dancing and drinking.
You smirk at the challenge and slowly lean in till your nose is pressed against his. "You know... I'm not gonna think any less of you for... Giving in." You whisper after a bit of just eyeing him. He pauses before it sinks in. He chuckles softly.
"You say that now..." He says back and your heart flutters. You remembered the night. Word for word. You'd wanted to tease him by using his words against him from the night. But him saying that just showed he remembered too. You nod slowly and smirk at him, deciding to continue acting like he did that night you two met.
"I can say that tomorrow morning too." You whisper before leaning up and slowly taking his bottom lip into your mouth to softly bite on to and tug at. You suck on it slowly, making Yoongi groan softly as he grips your waist tighter.
"You're dangerous..." He pants the second he gets his lip back. He kisses you deeply and passionately, making you grip his hair hard to try and keep up with the intense make out session.
You felt the need and desire in this kiss, and you felt it too. The heat was too much for a simple ocean breeze to put out. You couldn't even think about the fact that you were still in the parking lot. Your thoughts were on his lips. On keeping this feeling going.
Your hands roam his body before you grip his ass in your hands, making him laugh against your lips. "I didn't do all that..." He tries playfully against your lips and you smirk.
"Yes. You did." You snicker and swat at his ass.
"Hey!" He laughs.
"You did that too..." You joke before looking up at him. He rests his head against yours and smiles in adoration of you before kissing you again.
He picks you up and places you on the driver's seat before getting between your legs. Your heart races as you get a surge of excitement from doing this.
"Someone could see..." You pant when he moves to kiss down your neck.
"Then let's be quick." He smirks and reaches under your dress to yank your underwear down. You gasp happily and bite at his sweet spot on the cork of his neck, eager to feel him. He undoes his belt and jeans and slides his cock out of his boxers, resting it between your folds, making your clit twitch in anticipation. He groans at the feeling and kisses you hotly, sliding the tip into you.
"Now it's just like the night we met..." He pants against your lips, chuckling breathlessly. You smile wide and hook your ankles around him.
"Shut up..." You giggle before grinding down more on his cock. "Get going, Mr. Min. I'm waiting..." You taunt.
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The next morning, it's the sounds of the waves crashing into the sand that wakes you. You and Yoongi had fallen asleep in the backseat of the jeep, you basically laying on his chest. You were using his button down as a blanket and the sun was warm, but the breeze was cool against your skin.
"Mm... Baby? Let's go..." You stop talking when a glint catches your eye. You examine your hand that is resting gently on his bare chest and gasp as you see the engagement ring on your finger.
"Y-Yo-Yoongi!" You squeal instantly and swat at his chest. He groans and slowly wakes up.
"First day engaged and you're hitting me..." He mumbles playfully as he slowly wakes up.
"First... Whoa, that's not-" He cuts you off.
"You told me last month that if I was gonna call you Mrs. Min, I needed to give you a ring first. So... I did." He smirks at you, and you shake your head in disbelief.
"That... No fair. You didn't ask me." You point out as you look him in the eyes.
He hums and smiles down at you. "Will you? Marry me?" He asks softly as he holds your left hand.
"Maybe a little more enthusiasm..." You mutter playfully.
He chuckles at that. "I can't give you too much. I'm hungover as hell..." He jokes before stroking your cheek tenderly.
"That night we met..." He begins. "I thought I was screwed. Because after we were done, all I wanted was to do it again. And again, and again, and... When we realized we were roommates, I... I knew I was screwed. Because all of the time we spent together showed me I loved your mind just as much as I loved your body. And now... Now I am so happy to be screwed. Because I know I've met my match with you, Y/N. I know that I can only have this life... If you're in it too." He says quietly. "I was planning on proposing last night, but... I had one too many shots..." He chuckles sheepishly and you smile at that.
"Y/N? Will you marry me?" He asks finally and you check the ring and then look back at him, smiling softly.
"Well... The ring is already on..." You say teasingly and look at him. You grab his face and peck his lips sweetly, smiling wide.
"Some roommate you turned out to be..." You joke against his lips as you take a real good look at your man.
Your damn man...
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That is the END of the Yoongi series lol. I already know there's some of ya'll that want a pt.2 to the Jimin Dom story, I've gotten three different messages for it. I will be giving the part 2 soon, and some of you are asking about a masterlist. I will have that out ASAP too. Maybe after I get these requests out lol
#bts#bts fic#bts army#bts imagine#bts suga#suga imagine#min yoogni#suga x reader#yoongi#yoongi fanfic#yoongi smut#bts yoongi#yoongi imagine#suga smut#suga
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I have a ton of assorted Hyapollo writing laying around that I'm never going to do anything with so instead, I will make it my tumblr's problem. The text itself is below the cut!
Rating: G Content Warnings: Athletic nudity, Hyacinthus is pining hard
Setting: A gymnasium in the mid-afternoon. Hyacinthus has watched Agreus-Apollo wrestle for the better half of the hour. None have managed to best him, including Thamyris who very valiantly tried. Now, Hyacinthus helps him wash up. The topic strays to Hektor's very expressive wooing of Andromache.
"I always forget how close you are to Hektor." Hyacinth hums, runs his palm across the breadth of Agreus' shoulders. He knows he will not find any scratches or bruises - none had managed to pin Agreus even fleetingly - yet still, he searches. Agreus is so warm beneath him. "That he is more your brother than your friend."
"What difference does it make?" There are faint bands of dark pigment staining just beneath Agreus' shoulder blades. Hyacinth picks at the lines running parallel to his spine. Agreus' breath hitches just like he knew it would - he's playing now, leading Agreus further away from mere routine and stumbling down into something far more dangerous but Agreus isn't stopping him.
His friend tilts his head, exposes the length of his neck to him. Laughs like he doesn't know what Hyacinth is trying to do with his fingers scraping against his unpainted back, like he could ever feign obliviousness when Hyacinth is practically crowding him like a dog in heat. "It means you are more prone to following in his footsteps. That you are more likely to agree with his impropriety." Hyacinth's hand freezes right there, stuck to the small of Agreus' back like the breath suddenly caught in his throat. Surely, that was - The man puts a single step of distance between them and Hyacinth feels his lungs deflate. Of course, his approach was without finesse and lacked respect. There was never any guarantee that Agreus was doing more than flirt, after all. Said man unpins the great length of his hair, back still turned to Hyacinth. The gold of his curls against the warm brown of his skin, the way his fingers skillfully comb through the strands, setting them right without ever seeming to preen. Hyacinth wanted him. He wanted all of him. Yet he was stuck in place, hand still outstretched in the shape of the curve of his great back. He swallows, hard and dry and tentative, "You are not swayed by Hektor's speeches, then? You also think the Saint-King of llium is nothing but a love-stricken fool?" And like a golden tempest, suddenly Agreus is upon him again, crowding him, standing chest to chest with him, stomach to stomach. He's blindingly hot against Hyacinth's flesh, and when his nimble hands settle upon Hyacinth's hips, they sear his skin like brands. "I said nothing about disliking your battle-brother's pastimes, Hyacinthus." And oh, he's meeting Hyacinth's gaze directly, the already paper-thin veil of master-and-servant burning to ash between them with just the utterance of his name. Hyacinth feels as though there are birds trapped within his chest, like his bones will leave his body if he does not kiss Agreus or Agreus him - but when that incorrigible man leans in, when his lip brushes against the trembling bow of Hyacinth's lip, it is merely to laugh. "Besides, what shame is there in being a besotted fool?" He pats Hyacinth's ass - both cheeks at once - returning the playful pinching with a smack that echoes in the empty room around them, then puts true distance between them. "Go towel off," he sighs when Hyacinth continues to stare at him, owl-eyed and foolish and with cheeks that burn so hot he is sure Agreus must think it sunburn. "I'll paint your face when you've cleaned off the oil." The birds in Hyacinth's chest are breaking their wings against his ribs. He knows dismissal when he hears it. He doesn't understand why Agreus' words feel nothing like it.
A little later: Agreus-Apollo is out under the stars. Hyacinthus joins him after dinner, still mulling over the ambivalence of their afternoon encounter.
"Did you mean it?" Agreus' eyes are so blue they're silver under the starlight. He turns to Hyacinth, reed between his lips and stares at him, waiting patiently for Hyacinth to get the rest of his words out. "When you said there was no shame in being besotted. Is that truly what you think?" Agreus simply looks at him. Scrutinises him like he's testing the sincerity of his words - like he can see clear to the anxiousness bubbling up in Hyacinth's heart. Then, he takes the reed from his mouth and sets it in the grass beside him, sliding closer to Hyacinth so they're pressed shoulder to shoulder, so Agreus' pinky kisses Hyacinth's. "Are you asking what I think of Hektor or what I think of you?" And oh, this man will never cease to be a wonder. Will never stop defeating Hyacinth at every turn, will never stop bewitching him with the clarity of his voice, the gentleness of his gaze, the sharpness of his tongue. He knows. Of course, he knows, he's Agreus and it is like Hyacinth could never be anything but knowable and familiar to him, like they shared the same heart, the same desires, the same love. Hyacinth meets that gilded stare of his, shuffles his hand even closer until his fingers lay atop Agreus'. The weight of them draws Agreus' bright stare down to their commingled hands and he looks at them as though trying to solve a puzzle. "I would like to think I know very well what you think of me." Agreus hums, absentminded and far. "Who knows." He tests the weight of Hyacinth's hand over his, wiggling his fingers, rotating his wrist. Hyacinth remains firm, studies Agreus' face for signs of frustration or offense. It never comes. Instead, Agreus huffs, sliding his fingers out from under Hyacinth's grip then quickly interlocking their hands, palm to palm, finger nestled against finger. "The mind of the infatuated sees shapes where there are merely suggestions, Hyacinthus. Be cautious." And then he brings their braided hand to his lips and kisses the back of Hyacinth's palm. And Hyacinth wants to dig him into the dewy grass and kiss him. Wants to swallow up the wisdom he offers and kiss his tongue mute. Wants to see what shade of blue his eyes will be when they reflect the dark red of Hyacinth's hair and not the pallour of the moon and her stars. He wants, he wants, he wants. "Those are my only words of advice for you. From one besotted fool to another." Hyacinth very carefully does not look at Agreus then. He does not know what he would do. He does not know if he could stop himself if he were forced to see that affection laid plain on Agreus' most calm face.
#ginger writes#I have like a limbillion bits of Hyapollo written and scattered about like easter eggs tbh#I don't mind cataloguing them here because it's fun#pursuing daybreak posting#Just so we're clear about that#They have a fun courtship tbh#and by fun I mean Hyacinth tries his best to be like “I am available!!” but Apollo is just “I don't want a traditional relationship!!”#It's a lot of gentle correction on Apollo's part but Hyacinth misses a lot of his cues#It's fine they figure it out eventually#greek mythology#writing#romance#apollo#apollo x hyacinthus#hyacinthus#hyapollo#I'm not tagging Hektor he does not deserve to be brought up in these two and their weird flirting#smh smh
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hi hello insane horny matty thoughts/smut/imagine bc I'm feeling so normal about him today
!! 18+ minors dni !!
imagine you're dating matty. you're standing at the side of the stage during the last song waiting for him to come back. he's been throwing you looks and winks the whole show and it's driving you crazy. they play the last note of people and thank the audience as they leave the stage. you greet all of them as they come back. ross, adam, george and finally matty. he looks sweaty and inviting, from the way the few shiny black curls stick to his forehead to the way his shirt clings to his chest and shoulders perfectly. you're about to do the usual, tell him how great the show was, etc. before he cuts you off by grabbing your waist and kissing you like a man starved. you can feel the tension radiating from him and it's so hot how worked up he is. he pulls back and says 'love, I was thinking about you the whole time I was out there. I - I mean I'm always thinking about you but tonight I kept looking over at you and imagining fucking your brains out on the tour bus until you're screaming my name'. his voice is low and hushed so no one else can hear, and your whole body flutters at his words. 'do it then, healy', you say, smirking up at him. you can feel the wetness pool in the lacy underwear you wore especially for him. his eyes darken even more and he takes you by the arm as you walk down the corridor, stopping briefly to wave goodbye to everyone in the green room.
as soon as you're out of view, he's all over you, placing messy kisses down your jaw line and neck as you walk. he fumbles with his keys when you reach the door, not taking his eyes off you for more than a second. the door eventually jolts open and you rush in after him. he locks it behind him and pulls the curtains closed as you collapse onto the leather couch. your cunt is already pulsing with anticipation and it only gets worse when he leans down to you, quickly unbuttoning his shirt as your lips connect again at a frenzied pace. you unhook the back of your top and he let's out a 'fuck' as it falls to the floor, exposing your tits to him. he orders you to get on all fours and turn around, and you oblige immediately. 'good girl, dying for my cock, my little fucking slut', he says. he punctuates the end of his sentence by pulling up your skirt and slapping your ass, hard. the cold sting of his rings makes you whine, along with his words making your brain melt into a fuzzy pool of horny thoughts. he palms his erection through his trousers with one hand, the other yanking down your underwear, balling them into his pocket as soon as they're off your legs. he unbuttons his trousers shakily, his hands unable to catch up to his brain. he takes out his cock, already throbbing in his hand. he throws his head back and bites his lip as he steps toward you, one hand stroking himself up and down, the other on your hip, lining himself up with your entrance. he teases up and down for a second, sending jolts of electricity through your core every time his tip hits your aching clit. 'fuck, ngh- matty please', you whimper. 'no, what do you call me?' he asks, pulling away completely. 'daddy,' you whine. he shoves into you suddenly, a string of obscenities from both of you filling the room as you adjust to his length inside you. 'that's my girl', he practically growls, his thrusts quickly building up to a fast pace that both of you are loving. hes fucking you rough and hard, pulling your hair and slapping your ass every so often. he's being more vocal than usual, loud moans and grunts echoing through your mind like a prayer. he leans down, never slowing his pace, and wraps an arm around your neck until your chin rests on his elbow. his head is now just beside yours and you can feel his breathing, hot and heavy on your shoulder. you can feel the definition of his arm muscles straining and tightening around you as he thrusts faster than ever, sending you closer and closer to the edge. his tip hits the deep spot inside you repeatedly and you clench around him, causing your climax to crash over you. your vision blurs as his name rips from your throat and heat courses through your body. 'darling, nghh- I'm gonna cum, im gonna fucking- ugh,' he bottoms out one last time and you feel his dick pulsing inside you, coating your walls with cum. his body goes weak, removing his hand from your neck to grab the top of couch, holding himself upright. both of you stay there for a moment, catching your breath before he pulls out with a strangled groan. you turn around to lie back into the couch as he collapses beside you. he pulls you closer to him and hooks his finger under your chin, praising you between heavy breaths. 'you did so fucking good for me', 'perfect little whore'. you climb onto his lap, you're not done with him yet. you start trailing kisses down his jaw and collarbone, before you slide off him and onto your knees between his legs. you can see a glint in his eyes as he realises what you're doing, a groan escaping his throat. 'think you can go again, daddy?'
#matty healy#matty healy smut#idk what this is#I'm just a girl#matty healy imagine#matty healy oneshot
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Hi, it's my first time requesting so idk if it's how I'm supposed to do it- anyway
I really loved your "makout session w genshin boys" it was absolutely adorable. Could it be possible to continue it and add Scaramouche/wanderer ? Ofc if you feel like it, I don't want to bother you. Have a great day! <3
make out sessions with them (continuation)
ft :: scaramouche, childe, and yoimiya x gn!reader
→ ahh omg my first request I was excited while writing this <33 thank you for your sweet words !! I added other characters too so I hope that's okay </3 ignore any typos my bad
nsfw under the cut
→ SCARAMOUCHE
━ honestly his form of kissing really depends on your dynamic with him. like if he's the more assertive one then he'll mess around with you a lot. he'll bite down on your lip hard enough to make you squirm around, and then he'll laugh and tease you about how easy it is to get a reaction from you. maybe he'll even raise one hand to put a light grip on your neck and feel your pulse under his fingertips, enjoying how you put your hands on his chest to further stabilize yourself.
but if you're usually the one in control then it'll be the one time he doesn't bicker with you and instead he'll just let his gaurd down to melt into your intimacy. HE'LL be the one left speechless and won't be able to tease you or anything because he's so focused on the tingly sensation of his numb lips and the warmth that's spreading in his lower abdomen with every move you take
━ likes resting his hands on your waist !! he can easily pull you closer that way, and can feel the goosebumps that rise on your skin when he traces shapes onto it. just in general, he loves making out with you not only because of the feeling, but because it reminds him that you're both real and he is in fact getting the intimacy and love that he oh so desperately craves. the sound of your breathing, the reactions he elicits from you, he's quite literally drunk on you and he wishes to feel that way forever
━ he gets a little nervous when the kissing is slow and gentle, because it gives him time to hear his own thoughts and he becomes increasingly aware that you can notice every single little thing. you can hear the way he quietly moans into the kisses, and if you caress his face you can feel how he's burning up. and of course, you can hear the multiple layers of fabric he has on rustling whenever he moves his body to be closer to you
━ sometimes (although rarely), he completely submits to you. it's mostly when his fear of abandonment washes up again at his doorstep and leaves him needing any form of reassurance from you. he'll be particularly sensitive, shivering when you trace your fingers up and down his body. he'll plead quietly under his breath, wanting to know your every thought and intention with him
━ afterwards he tries to hide his face with his hat because he's a mess and he doesn't want anyone to see his flushed cheeks and swollen lips (or the messy hair that he now has from you gripping onto it/pulling it earlier) in general, it's shocking to him every time because he never thought he would have felt such overwhelming feelings and urges towards a person considering his past
→ CHILDE
━ sessions usually happen after the two of you have been playfully arguing with each other because in his eyes you're so cute when you're pretending to be mad at him and he can't help but just pull you in for a kiss and that's how it starts.
"oh? I thought you were mad at me." childe teased as you straddled his hips, getting yourself comfortable because he was just so tempting.
"shut up." you mumbled while trying to hide a smile, "it's not my fault you purposely rile me up."
━ also happens when he gets a lot of adrenaline. being chased by some guards together? you can bet that the minute you guys have hidden well, he'll want to push you up against the nearest tree and press his lips against yours <3 it's his favorite combo, adrenaline and his one true love? he's spontaneous and gets bored if everything is always the same, he likes taking risks
━ likes to be a little shit so sometimes he holds your head in place with his hands and pulls away just to hear you mumble a complaint and to see the way you're only looking at his lips while trying to catch your breath.
→ YOIMIYA
━ you know she's in the mood the minutes she sits right next to you with her thighs touching yours. she starts off with small gestures <3 like holding your hand and tracing the lines on your palms. then she turns your head more her way and begins to excitedly leave soft and quick kisses all over your face while telling you how much she adores you. after that is when she pulls back and scans your face with crinkled eyes and a smile, then she presses her lips eagerly against yours <33
━ if you wear necklaces or any other accessory that's easy to grab, then she'll unconsciously reach for it and fiddle with it. she's also a fan of passing a piece of candy back and forth while kissing you, it just makes the experience sweeter yet makes her cheeks burn because you guys are sharing something in such a intimate way
━ she's so cute she makes happy noises while kissing !! like sometimes she'll let out laughs in between or joyful hums. she has a lot of energy so you're usually the one who has to pull completely away first
#genshin headcanons#genshin x reader#genshin smut#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche smut#childe x reader#childe smut#tartaglia x reader#yoimiya x reader
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