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mcdynamite · 1 year ago

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Kissing has never done all that much for Steve, if he’s honest.

It's just not really something he's ever given much thought to before - the way someone kisses - despite the fact that he's locked lips with plenty of people. For him, kissing has always been something nice, but not particularly special. It's never been earth-shattering. Never taken his breath away, the way people talk about in movies and books. It's just a way to be closer to someone, and it's nice, but it's never anything more than that.

Then, Steve kisses Eddie for the first time, and suddenly he gets it.

They're high when it happens, laying side by side in Eddie's unmade bed while the weed sinks into their bones. Steve loves the way it seems to slow down the world around them - makes everything syrupy and sweet, so he feels every brush of Eddie's fingers against his own in every inch of his body as they pass the joint back and forth.

The casual contact makes him long for more, and when he's high, Steve just...gives into the longing. He lets himself drift closer until they're pressed together so closely that Eddie can hide his face in Steve's uncharacteristically messy hair when he's trying to cover up a snort of laughter in response to Steve's deranged weed-induced musings.

Tonight, they meander their way through a directionless conversation - as they so often do when they get high together - until the joint is so small it nearly singes their fingertips. When Eddie finally sits up to stamp it out in the ashtray on the bedside table, Steve tries not to miss the feeling of Eddie's body against his own too much, knowing it'll be back soon enough.

"I'm thinking of handing over the DM throne to Will for the next oneshot, after we finish this campaign," Eddie says, speech slow and thoughtful as he puts out the blunt. "Think he'll be good at it."

Steve just hums, eyes heavy-lidded, gaze fixed on the curls he wants so badly to run his fingers through, just to know what it feels like. He's high enough to not care about the consequences when he decides fuck it, and reaches out to feel the soft ringlets beneath his fingertips.

"You're good at it," he muses - a delayed response to Eddie's comment. If Eddie is bothered by the way Steve is carefully petting his hair, he doesn't show it. Instead, he turns back to look down at Steve with a soft smile that makes Steve's insides feel all gooey.

"Yeah?" Eddie asks, a hint of a smirk overtaking the softness. "You ready to admit that you like watching me play my little nerd game, Harrington?"

Steve blames the quiet whine that escapes his throat on the weed, along with the way he honest-to-God pouts in response to Eddie's words. He tugs on a lock of Eddie's hair petulantly. "Don't like it when you call me that."

Eddie's face does something strange then, and Steve can't quite parse out what it means with the weed making his brain all foggy. He looks...surprised? Fond? Maybe both?

"Sorry, Stevie," he replies, teasing but somehow genuine at the same time. Steve smiles dopily, an expression that Eddie returns. "That better?"

Satisfied, Steve nods. Hums in affirmation. "Yeah. I like that one."

And it's true. Steve loves when Eddie calls him Stevie, because Eddie always sounds so fond when he does, and it makes Steve's heart feel too big for his chest.

"Oh, yeah?" Eddie asks, still grinning as he leans down until he's propped up on one elbow, hovering just over Steve on the bed. "What else do you want me to call you, hm? Stevie? Steve? M'lord?"

The last one makes Steve laugh and close his eyes, happy to bask in the sound of Eddie's voice as he floats along with their conversation.

"Sir Steven? Sweetheart?" Eddie continues, and Steve's heart jumps just a bit at the second one. Then, Eddie murmurs, "Baby?"

And Steve's eyes fly open.

Steve stares at his friend with wide eyes - lips parted as a soft, punched-out oh escapes him - and it's weird, is the thing. Because Steve has been called baby before, lovingly by his grandmother when he was still a little boy causing mischief while his parents weren't watching, meanly by boys on the playground when he cried over something silly like a scraped knee…and when he got older, teasingly by the girls he took on dates.

It's not a new name for him, but it feels groundbreaking nonetheless.

Because the word sounds so much better coming from Eddie's mouth than anyone else's. It's soft, and fond, and knowing, and...

It's longing.

"Yeah,” Steve croaks. "Yeah."

"Which one? Sir Steven?" Eddie asks playfully, cocking his head to the side like a puppy. He grins maniacally when Steve huffs and shakes his head in disappointment. "No? Which one was it, then, that you liked the most?"

"Eddieeee," Steve complains, burying his flushed face into the pillow and avoiding his friend's gaze. "You know which one."

Eddie shakes his head in an almost scolding manner and Steve is convinced he must've moved closer, because Steve can feel Eddie's breath against his skin, and the air in the room feels about a hundred degrees hotter.

"Nuh-uh, Stevie," Eddie says, poking him playfully in the ribs. "You gotta tell me which one."

Steve hesitates, feeling more and more self-conscious by the second. He sort of wants to hide, but he also really wants Eddie to call him that again. It's probably thanks to his intoxicated brain that he allows himself to answer truthfully. "Baby," he murmurs, uncharacteristically shy.

"Yeah?" Eddie says, voice and smile softening in tandem. "You like when I call you baby, Stevie?"

Steve stares up at him with wide eyes, hardly able to believe this is really happening, and nods. "Yeah. That one."

Eddie is so close, now, that Steve can feel the warmth that emanates from his skin; can see the flecks of gold in his eyes amongst the molten chocolate brown. He's got freckles - Steve realizes. Tiny little dots across the bridge of his nose and the apples of his cheeks that form constellations on his skin. Steve thinks, maybe a bit deliriously, that he would be perfectly happy spending hours tracing them, the way astronomers of old once traced the stars.

"Eddie..." he breathes, heart pounding as he begins to feel more and more desperate for...for something. Anything to let him know that he's not the only one succumbing to the gravitational pull between them.

Eddie blinks slowly, and his eyes widen as though he's just realized something important. Steve watches his throat bob nervously before Eddie finally whispers, "Yeah, baby?"

Steve inhales sharply through parted lips - a soft, plaintive gasp that draws Eddie's eyes to his lips, and-

Oh.

That's what Steve wants, isn't it?

"I-" Steve tries, helpless to stop his own gaze from falling on Eddie's lips - pink and parted and just a little bit chapped, and so, so close.

"Baby," Eddie says again, and this time it's different. Unintentional. Like Eddie said it without meaning to. And maybe it's just the weed, but Steve swears he can feel the word burrowing its way into his chest and settling around his heart like a blanket. It makes his whole body feel warm - something only made worse by the hot coal of desire that begins smoldering low in his gut.

He's so lost in it all that he can't even bring himself to feel embarrassed when he whispers, "Please."

Steve waits with bated breath until finally, any remaining nervousness retreats from Eddie's eyes, and Eddie smiles in that way that makes Steve's stomach flutter. It's such a pretty smile. Steve can only watch as it grows closer, going cross-eyed for the briefest moment in his quest to to stare at Eddie's lips until suddenly his eyes are fluttering shut, because...because...

Because Eddie kisses him with lips still curled into a smile, and Steve thinks - utterly nonsensically - that feeling Eddie's lips against his own is so much better than just looking at them. The thought makes him giggle, just a bit, and he finds himself grinning into the kiss, too.

They part for a moment so Steve can let out another quiet giggle, and Eddie seems to pause for a moment, smiling down at Steve with poorly concealed affection. "Baby," he murmurs reverently, and then he's leaning down to capture Steve's lips in another kiss.

This time, Steve is ready for it, but it draws a muffled whimper out of him nonetheless. His nose fills with the scent of weed and cigarettes and cheap cologne - the smell of Eddie - and it's so overwhelmingly good. He lets his lips fall open on a gasp...doesn't close them when Eddie tentatively brushes his tongue against Steve's own. He shuts his eyes, because the press of Eddie's hand to his cheek and Eddie's chest to his own feel like so much more like that.

Eddie breaks the kiss to gasp in a breath, and inexplicably, that's what really sends every last bit of restraint in Steve's brain packing. It's so simple, so ordinary - the soft, quick sip of air Eddie takes in. It's a breathy little sound that Steve has heard from countless others before, but maybe that's why it puts him in this unfamiliar chokehold of wanting.

This isn't just anyone.

This is Eddie.

And Eddie is making those quiet, lovely little sounds because he's kissing Steve, and Steve is very rapidly realizing that he is utterly incapable of being normal about any of this.

He feels his cheeks go hot as he forces his heavy limbs to move so he can tangle his fingers in Eddie's curls, holding him close (because Steve thinks he might die if Eddie stops kissing him, now). And it's bliss. It's addictive. It's ruinously tender, and Steve feels himself unraveling from within. Feels the knots in his heart - left behind by absent parents, cruel friends, and distant girlfriends - turn to dust at the gentlest brush of Eddie's lips.

He whimpers into Eddie's mouth and clings to him even tighter, feeling his throat grow strangely tight as his eyes sting at the corners, and when Eddie pulls away he's got a small furrow in his brow, just under his bangs.

"Stevie?" Eddie murmurs. His eyes dart to Steve's cheeks, and when he brushes his thumb along the skin just under Steve's eye, it drags a bit of wetness with it. Only then does Steve realize...he's crying.

And Eddie is wiping away his tears.

"I..." Steve croaks, eyes wide and spilling more tears with every blink. He drags his hands down from Eddie's hair to rest on his chest, beginning to curl into himself as the embarrassment sinks in.

Christ, he's crying. And all they've done is kiss.

Eddie's frown deepens, but he doesn't pull away completely. Instead, he lets their noses brush and breathes, "Baby..."

Steve's breath hitches.

"You're shaking, sweetheart," Eddie continues, still brushing Steve's tears away with gentle fingers. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" Steve gasps hurriedly, because as far as he understands, it's the truth. "Nothing's wrong, I just..." He closes his eyes. Swallows the lump in his throat and admits with a trembling voice, "I didn't know it could be like this."

He opens his eyes and sees Eddie's expression soften, but the concern remains. "What do you mean?"

"I just..." Steve tries, sniffling and letting out a quiet, distressed laugh. He slams his eyes shut again and rubs them roughly with his palms, trying to force the tears back into his body. "Jesus, this is fucking embarrassing, man."

"Steve..." Eddie murmurs. He sounds sad. Conflicted. Like he's not sure what to do or how to help - if he should stay or go - and that just won't do, because Steve is certain he'll drift away on the breeze without Eddie to ground him. He's got to try to explain, even with his thoughts still feeling syrupy slow from the weed.

He wants to tell Eddie that he's kissed dozens of people before, but kissing them never felt like this. He wants to explain that he's used to taking the lead, and that it's nice having someone else set the pace, for once. He wants to tell Eddie about the way most people he's kissed have done so - frantically...lustfully. Kissing has always been a simple means to an end. And it's never made Steve feel like this.

What he actually manages to say is slightly different, though.

"No one's ever kissed me like they love me, before."

His eyes are still covered by his own hands, so he can't see what is surely a stunned expression on Eddie's face, but he can hear the way Eddie gasps in response to Steve's words.

It’s too much, he thinks. He's said too much, fast-forwarded too far into the movie. It's too early to be talking about love. Steve knows this. It's just...

His stupid, floaty little brain can't envision a world where someone kisses the way Eddie does without being hopelessly, irrevocably in love.

"Shit," Steve breathes after several minutes of silence. Or maybe it's several seconds. He really doesn't know. Time feels funny, when he's high. "I know that's, like, way too much. I'm too much. I don't know why I-"

"Steve," Eddie interrupts, and Steve snaps his mouth shut. He feels Eddie's hands wrap carefully around his wrists to pull them from his eyes. Eddie is being so careful with him...like he can't see that his tenderness is exactly the thing that’s ripping Steve apart at the seams.

Steve wants to scream. He wants to cry. He wants to drag Eddie back down and kiss him until he can't breathe. Until Eddie's sweetness becomes warm and comforting instead of feeling like the scalding heat of jumping into a hot tub after a dip in the cold waters of the pool.

"Baby, look at me," Eddie says softly.

Steve is helpless but to obey.

Eddie's gaze is sad but kind when Steve finally meets it with his own. He's got the barest hint of a smile on his pretty lips - the same ones Steve so desperately wants to feel against his own, again - and Steve feels his stomach swirl with something he can't quite describe.

"It's not too much," Eddie continues, voice steady. "And neither are you, okay? You, Steve Harrington, are never too much. Not to me."

The words settle over Steve like a blanket, and he can't decide whether it's comforting or suffocating. He just wants to stop talking about things so they can move on. He just wants Eddie.

"Eds..." he rasps desperately. "I don't- I just want-" He cuts himself off with the hitching breath of what may be a sob. He's not really sure, at this point.

"What can I do, honey?" Eddie says, and he really needs to stop with the pet names, or Steve might genuinely fracture into pieces. "What do you want?"

Steve is sunk too deep into the syrupy slow feeling of the weed - too desperate to feel Eddie pressed against him again - to do anything but tell the truth.

"Just want you," he says.

Eddie smiles - eyes crinkling at the corners - and Steve breathes the sight in like oxygen. "You have me, baby," Eddie murmurs. He's rubbing small, comforting circle into the sensitive skin of Steve's wrists now, and it's perfect. It's wonderfully, disgustingly perfect.

"I do?" Steve asks dumbly. His brain feels fifteen seconds behind everything, but he thinks that's probably okay. Eddie seems to be just fine waiting for him to catch up.

"Yeah, Stevie," Eddie chuckles quietly. "Had me for a long time, now. Just wasn't sure if you would want me the way I wanted you."

"You want me," Steve says breathlessly, more to himself than to Eddie. "You wanna kiss me."

Eddie's resulting laugh is a bit louder, a bit brighter, this time. "I do," he says. The sadness is fading from his eyes, giving way to something that looks an awful lot like elation. Steve remains still and watches, entranced, as Eddie carefully hauls himself up until he can swing a leg over Steve's to straddle him.

Still smiling broadly, Eddie leans down until their faces are mere inches apart, studying Steve with those big, brown eyes. "You gonna let me?" he asks Steve, a teasing lilt to his voice.

Steve nods, lips parted in surprise he can't quite seem to shake, and Eddie's expression softens.

"Gonna let me kiss you like I love you, Stevie?" Eddie whispers.

Steve's not sure when, exactly, his tears had begun to dry up, but he knows they must have at some point, because they're returning with a vengeance, now. "Please," he breathes.

Eddie shifts, and Steve expects Eddie to go right back to kissing him, but that's not what he does.

Instead, Eddie releases one of Steve's wrists and cups his cheek tenderly. This time, the feeling of his thumb brushing the tears away is a familiar one, and it makes Steve smile dopily.

"You know the reason I kiss you like I love you?" Eddie asks. Steve shakes his head and tracks Eddie's gaze as it drifts towards the place where his fingers are still wrapped around Steve's wrist. His lips quirk into a smile as he uses his grip to pin Steve's hand to the mattress, right beside Steve's head, and laces their fingers together.

Their noses are brushing, now, and Eddie's hips are resting on Steve's, and Eddie's hair has fallen around them like a curtain to keep the rest of the world out, and it's so much. Eddie is everywhere, and he's everything, and Steve is completely, unquestioningly in love with him - probably has been in love with him for ages, now, and just never let himself think too hard about it.

"I kiss you like I love you, Steve Harrington," Eddie breathes, and their lips brush as he speaks. "Because I love you."

And the thing is…Steve has spent his entire life wondering what it would feel like to know, without a shadow of a doubt, that he was loved. It's something that's eluded him for twenty years.

So it's all the more miraculous when Eddie kisses him again, and suddenly, Steve knows. He knows that Eddie Munson loves him. He feels it in the way Eddie kisses him slowly and deliberately, like it would never have crossed Eddie's mind not to. He feels it in their linked hands, in the way Eddie squeezes his hand when Steve makes a desperate, wanton sound into his mouth.

He feels it when Eddie brushes the hair out of his eyes and smiles before kissing Steve's forehead, then his nose, and then his lips again.

Feels it when Eddie's lips begin to wander down his neck.

When Eddie sucks a mark into the thin skin above his collar bone, just because Steve begs him too.

When Eddie pulls Steve's shirt over his head with careful hands, then lets Steve do the same, because Steve needs the intimacy of skin on skin.

He feels it when Eddie stops Steve's wandering hands from venturing too far south with a firm grip and apologetic eyes, because Eddie wants him - of course he does - but not when they've been smoking. Not when there's even the slightest chance that Steve might wake up and regret it in the morning.

And he hears it, too, later that night when they're laying in Eddie's bed exchanging soft, sleepy kisses, unwilling to drift off and let the night end, just yet.

Their legs are woven together - bare, aside from their boxers - and Steve has lost track of how long they've been tangled up in each other like this. He doesn't particularly care, though. He's pretty sure he could happily spend the rest of his life exactly like this.

"Love you, Stevie," Eddie whispers against his lips. They both smile into the next kiss, and Steve's heart is full to bursting, because he believes it. He knows, now, what it feels like to be loved...to be adored.

"I love you," he murmurs in reply, relishing in Eddie's sharp intake of breath. He giggles a bit, for no reason other than the pure joy that's been coursing through his body all night. "God," he laughs. "I fucking love you, Eddie Munson.

Eddie is quiet for a moment before his face splits into a grin that could rival Steve's own, and he's so goddamn beautiful that Steve almost feels like crying again.

He doesn't cry, though. He just watches adoringly as Eddie smiles and nudges Steve's nose with his own. "Yeah, baby?" Eddie teases.

"Yeah, Eds," he answers simply.

And he's pretty sure Eddie knows - is pretty sure Eddie can feel it - because Steve kisses him for the umpteenth time that night, and he pours every ounce of his heart into it.

Steve kisses Eddie like he loves him, because he does. God, help him, he does.

And Eddie?

Eddie kisses Steve like he loves him back, and Steve gets it now, because it’s more than just a kiss.

It’s perfect.

It’s earth-shattering.

It’s everything.

Shout-out to @lyphyshard for the beta!

For more of my Steddie blurbs and one-shots, check out my masterlist!

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #soft steddie #steddie fluff #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #first kiss #cw: weed #stranger things #i'm so normal about them

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milksnake-tea · 6 months ago

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hey all !! normally i wouldn't engage in something like this on my blog, but considering that it's happening to a friend of mine, i felt i had an obligation to speak out. sorry for clogging up the tags/interrupting your scrolling 😭

tldr: @/hxveneru has stolen the works of my good friend @lowkeyren not once, but twice and is deleting any comments calling them out.

edit: they've changed their user to @/yneri; if you've blocked them already, this doesn't really matter bc they're still blocked :) reminder to not engage with them, they're just looking for attention. block and ignore!

i know. fun stuff. proof is under the cut.

please note that i'm doing this of my own accord, and the only involvement ren has had in this post is me asking for permission to post it since, well, it's an issue mainly affecting her.

also i should say beforehand but. don't ??? send them death threats please 😭 we are better than that. i'm mainly making this to spread awareness about the issue :)

reblogs are appreciated to spread awareness.

first stolen work is ren's oneshot "drunk words, sober thoughts!" for aventurine here.

as you can see, it was posted on June 15th, a little over two months before hxveneru posted their own oneshot.

for reference. hxveneru is a new blog and all of their posts are in the month of september, proven here via their archive.

and here's the two oneshots side by side, with ren's on the left and the stolen one on the right.

notice how the oneshots are exactly word-for-word except for the title and synopsis? even the author's note is exactly the same. obviously i can't fit the whole thing here, but this should be enough.

honestly it's. i have to laugh at the audacity to just copy and paste like hello???

and here's the second work that was copied, with hxveneru's "diff scenarios w hsr men" taking from drabbles from two of ren's works.

these are the two fics that were stolen from, with their dates attached. both are posted far before september. links are here and here if you want to double check..

now let's look at the drabbles that were - once again, copy and pasted. first is blade's, again with ren on the left and the stolen one on the right (ren's is circled bc they didn't take the hcs part).

and here is the sunday drabble that was stolen.

so far, those are the only works posted on their blog. i was also informed that they had apparently stolen from @/exuvianen's post here but deleted it, but since said post is deleted, we don't have evidence for that so take it with a grain of salt.

but yeah! just wanted to let yall know out there, especially since the plagiarized works have already gained some traction and have 100+ notes on them. i've talked about them vaguely on my blog before, so if this sounds familiar, yeah this is them.

plagiarism is shitty, i shouldn't have to say that. it is not that hard to just write your own stuff. i know validation and publicity make you feel good, but stealing someone else's hard work is not the way to go. writers already have enough to deal with. just don't do it. what's the point of getting validation if it's not even your work?

again, don't send death threats, please. that's a bit far, and they likely won't even do anything since the plagiarizer has already been called out before and this was their response.

not a single ounce of remorse or shame. people have gotten way too comfortable on here.

also "who the hell is ren anyway" bestie you blocked her 😭😭 and ignored her ask to you. that's why ren can't dm her to sort it out privately btw, in case you were wondering.

anyways! that's all i have to say, thanks for sticking around this long and have a great rest of your day. hxveneru if you see this. hi ig ?? id say smth to you but i doubt you'd take it seriously so i won't <3

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ofstarsandvibranium · 2 months ago

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Pog Champ

Fandom: Stranger Things (Gamer/Streamer/Modern AU)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Summary: You're a Twitch streamer and have been looking to collab with other streamers. You decide to message some of the streamers you watch and follow. To your surprise, some of them reply and agree for a collab. One of those people being Eddie Munson. Based off my imagine here.

A/N: I guess it's a mini series because I didn't want this to end up being a long ass oneshot! So it'll be like 3-5 parts....

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Now that you've grown in your following and viewership, you've hired a team to help you work through the industry. Your manager and publicist both suggested that you start reaching out to streamers that you watch for some collaborations.

You've dm'ed many streamers and influencers. Some have declined, which was a little disheartening. But there were also some that agreed and you worked to schedule something.

One of them was EddieTheBanished aka Eddie Munson. He was big in the RPG community, playing games like World of Warcraft, Dark Souls, or even streaming his own D&D campaign with some of his friends and mods.

You've always wanted to get into D&D but didn't know anyone who played. You took this opportunity to message him on twitter:

CyberCat: hey! I've been following you for a whi-

You pause and start deleting your message and restart again:

CyberCat: hello! i'm messaging you to talk-

No no. It's giving "I wanna take a minute to talk about your car's extended warranty."

"Uuuuggghh!" You throw your head back onto your pillow, staring up at your ceiling.

Just be casual. It's no big deal...except it was because you're kind of a fan of Eddie's and you enjoy his streams.

You just decide to type out:

CyberCat: Hi Eddie! I'm a streamer and I enjoy your content. Wanna collab some time?

Send.

You toss your phone to the foot of your bed like it was on fire. Okay. You did it.

You decide to slide off your bed and head to your streaming desk in the corner of your room. Time to play some games and stream just to drown away your anxiety and anticipation.

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It's Thursday which means it's Eddie's day off from streaming. However, he's still in his streaming room, but he's sitting at his desk strumming his guitar trying to figure out the next verse of the song he's working on.

He's been stumped on this song for a while. He started it weeks ago, but still hasn't finished it. Aside from streaming, music was another one of his passions. He didn't really share this side of himself too much online. But everyone who knew him in real life knew about his love for music, specifically metal and heavy rock.

Eddie lets out a long, deep sigh as he erases another line of lyrics. Frustrated, he places his guitar to the side and picks up his phone.

He taps on twitter and immediately goes to the mentions tab. He sees that he's been tagged in a tweet of a Twitch clip.

He taps on it and it's you, a streamer that he watches and follows, talking, "Yeah so I DM'ed a few streamers for collabs because my team says I should start dipping my toes into collabs." You pause and read off chat, "Who did I DM?"

You cover your mouth with a smirk, "I don't think I should say." You read chat again, "Give you some names? Okay, fuck it, I highly doubt they'd see this! So, I DM'ed Tinakitten, CinnaBrit, MayaHiga, oh, and EddieTheBanished! And tbh, guys, I was the most nervous about DM'ing Eddie. Because I really-okay I watch all of the streamers I named, but I resonate more with Eddie's content. He's cool and funny and he plays Dungeons and Dragons! I've always wanted to learn how to play. So yeah, I don't think he'll see my DM though."

The clip ends and Eddie immediately goes to his DMs. He taps on the "Verified" tab and sees that your DM is the first one at the top. He sees your message and can't help but smile. You're a fan of him and he's a bit of a fan of yours as well. So this is a little surreal for him.

Before he responds, he wants to see if you're still streaming. He pulls up your Twitch account and you have a little under three thousand viewers. You have always had a good amount of people in your community.

Your face pops up. You had just started stream and so you're just chatting with chat.

"Okay, so we have a few things on the list of what I can do for these collabs. What else do you have for me, guys, come on! Lay it on me!"

You're wearing headphones with cat ears on them, an homage to your Twitch username CyberCat.

Your eyes are skimming through the messages that are coming through and your eyes widen, "Wait, why are you guys saying 'Hi, Eddie'?! Please don't tell me he's here!" You hide your face with your hands for a moment, "Oh God. You guys sent him a clip, didn't you?!"

Eddie chuckles and decides to type in chat:

EddieTheBanished: people tagged me in your clip on twitter.

"Goddammit! Guys, I told you not to! You fucking traitors!"

Eddie snorts and types another message:

EddieTheBanished: so about this collab, what did you have in mind?

"What did I have in mind? Well, I mean, if you're down, maybe you can hold a D&D oneshot campaign with me? I've always wanted to play and I don't know anyone who's played. You're also like the number one Twitch streaming DM, in my opinion."

EddieTheBanished: I'm down. I'll reply to your twitter DM with my discord and we can flush out the details there.

"O-Okay! Sounds good!"

EddieTheBanished: have a good rest of your stream!

"Thanks so much! Have a good day!"

Before closing Twitch, he decides gift a hundred subs.

"Holy fuck! Eddie??? What the fuck! Thank you for the one hundred subs! Holy shit! You didn't have to do that!"

Your praises can't help but make Eddie feel pretty good about himself.

He simply sends a winky face in chat and then leaves.

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You end stream feeling like you're floating. EddieTheBanished, aka Eddie Munson, agreed to collab with you and you're STOKED!

You check your DM's and see that he replied with his discord. You add him as a friend and message him:

CyberCat: so you're serious about the collab right? because if you're not, then i'm gonna be super fucking bummed.

EddieTheBanished: I am serious! Are you serious about dipping your toes in D&D.

CyberCat: absolutely. i've watched your campaign streams and it looks so fun and chaotic!

EddieTheBanished: Alright. I'm going to send you a character sheet for you to fill out. If you have questions, just let me know, or we can set up a time to call and I'll walk you through it.

CyberCat: I'll fill it out the best that I can and then hit you up when I'll need help.

EddieTheBanished: [thumbs up]

You stare at your computer in amazement. You just scored your first collab and it's with one of your favorite streamers. Holy shit!

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For the next few weeks, you and Eddie were messaging each other back and forth. It was mainly you asking questions about the stats of your character, which would be best pertaining to the species you chose, etc.

He was very kind and helpful, not to mention he was funny. When you weren't streaming, you often found yourself giggling at your phone because of something Eddie texted.

What started off as a superficial crush started to develop into a real life one, but you couldn't let yourself become delusional. Eddie is, if anything, just an acquaintance, and he would probably never see you as something more. Especially since you two never even met in person and have only been chatting for two weeks.

No. This can't become something more.

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Eddie's face appears on screen and he waves, "Sup losers!" he exclaims while Metallica plays at a low volume in the background.

"Okay, so that oneshot D&D session with CyberCat is happening today. So be on your best behavior!" he points at the camera with a stern look, "We wanna make a good impression, right?!"

PreciousBlorboBoy: if she can handle you then she can handle us.

Eddie narrows his eyes at the screen, "Blorbo, what the fuck's that supposed to mean, huh?!"

There's a bunch of KEKW, LMAOs, and peepo laugh emotes in the chat.

TearStainedGuitar: isn't she a fan of yours? so she should know how we are!

"Regardless! I wanna make sure she has a good experience here, okay?! This is her first collab as a streamer so it's a big deal. Plus...she's cool. So we have to be cool too."

MysticBiter: dude is so stressed about this collab

"I'm not stressed! I just wanna make sure CyberCat's first collab stream is good!"

PreciousBlorboBoy: guys he's blushing so hard.

"I'M NOT BLUSHING!"

He hears the familiar ding from Discord letting him know that you joined the call.

"Who's blushing?" you ask.

"No one! No one's blushing!" He quickly replies.

You chuckle, "Okaaaay?"

He nervously clears his throat, "SO you wanna introduce yourself to my chat while I set this up?"

"Sure!" You clear your throat and begin the introduction, "Hi everyone! I'm CyberCat. You can call me Cat or Y/N. I also stream on Twitch. I'm a variety gamer and I like to play games like Fortnite, Animal Crossing, Infinity Nikki, Valorant, stuff like that. Other than gaming, I love blind boxes, reading, going to cafes, and thrifting! Uuuuhhh, was there anything else you wanted me to say, Eddie?"

"I'm still setting up the screenshare sooo, uh, tell us what you're currently reading?"

"...I don't think I should say."

Eddie pauses and smirks, "Is it fairy porn?"

"HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE FAIRY PORN?!"

Chat is flooded with "?????", "HUUUUUH?" and "AYO??"

He cackles, "I've seen TikToks, I know that some of you book girls are into freaky stuff."

"TO BE FAIR, I don't explicitly read fairy porn...I read other stuff like-"

"Alien porn?" Eddie finishes with a snicker.

"No! Oh my God. Stop it!"

"Relax, Cat. I'm just messing with you. You ready for this?"

"Yeah! Let's do this!"

______________________

Your POV

"Hello hello!" you wave at your camera, "You guys ready for my first ever collab stream?"

Your chat fills with emotes of chibi you cheering and smiling.

"Good! I'm glad! So, this goes without saying that we need to make a good impression. So if you chat hop, don't be weird or mean. Gotta make a good impression with Eddie and his community. Got it?"

EchoKnight: you nervous?

"Kinda! I mean, Eddie and I have been messaging each other on the side. He helped me create my character and answered all my questions. Oh God, I was being SO annoying to him. Just bombarding him with questions! But he was always so nice and understanding, so I don't feel as nervous as I felt when I first asked him to collab with me."

ZeniPenny: is it weird since you'd watch him on twitch and now you're collabing?

"Not really? I mean, I've gotten to know him more than like just what he's showed and talked about on stream. So that's cool. Anyway, it's getting close to the start time so I'm gonna hop into the Discord call."

"-BLUSHING!"

Your brows furrow, "Who's blushing?" you ask.

"No one! No one's blushing!" He quickly replies.

You chuckle, "Okaaaay?" You click around, setting up the video call on Discord. You have a duel camera setup. One on your face and one pointing down at your desk, focusing on your deskmat and the various dice.

He nervously clears his throat, "SO you wanna introduce yourself to my chat while I set this up?"

"Sure!" You clear your throat, sitting up in your chair more, staring at the screen, "Hi everyone! I'm CyberCat. You can call me Cat or Y/N. I also stream on Twitch. I'm a variety gamer and I like to play games like Fortnite, Animal Crossing, Infinity Nikki, Valorant, stuff like that. Other than gaming, I love blind boxes, reading, going to cafes, and thrifting! Uuuuhhh, was there anything else you wanted me to say, Eddie?"

"I'm still setting up the screenshare sooo, uh, tell us what you're currently reading?"

You pause, rolling you lips inward, "...I don't think I should say."

Eddie asks, "Is it fairy porn?"

You slam your hands on your desk and exclaim into your mic, "HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE FAIRY PORN?!"

Your chat floods with question marks, LMAOs, and a blushing peepo emote.

Eddie cackles in response, "I've seen TikToks, I know that some of you book girls are into freaky stuff."

You shake your head, "TO BE FAIR, I don't explicitly read fairy porn...I read other stuff like-"

"Alien porn?" Eddie finishes with a snicker.

"No!" you run your hands down your face, "Oh my God. Stop it!" you could feel your cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

ZeniPenny: ...i'm getting secondhand embarrassment

You mute yourself on Discord to scold chat, "Chat, shut the fuck up! We're not bringing this up ever!"

You hear Eddie, "Relax, Cat. I'm just messing with you. You ready for this?"

You unmute yourself to respond, "Yeah! Let's do this!"

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic

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forjongseong · 1 year ago

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pine-fresh // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: slytherin!jay x gryffindor!fem!reader

genre: hogwarts!au, somewhat rivals to lovers, smut (minors dni)

warning: profanity, a lot of making out, fingering // word count: ~4k

summary: a dash of bickering and a whole lot of miscommunication in Potions class landed you and Slytherin's Park Jongseong in detention. did you ask for it? no. did you regret it? also, no.

author's note: at last, the Slytherin!Jay of my imagination has now, sort of, come to life...

ever since I came across that edit you see on the header, I've thought about him A LOT. now that his hair is actually silver, I have thought about him MORE. especially when @jaylaxies made this, which I thought about ALSO a lot... let's just say that Slytherin!Jay has been occupying my mind a lot more than I expected.

my knowledge on the HP universe is quite limited, so please excuse if some scenes don't seem too believable (like Snape somewhat being less strict here, or detention being scrubbing the bathroom). the title of this fic refers to the password that is needed to enter the Prefects' bathroom.

now, I know I say when I post oneshots I intend for them to be standalone fics, meaning that I most likely won't write a part two. but for this one??? if a lot of you like it, and a lot of you ask for it, I might be open to writing a sequel (once I conduct a lengthy research on Hogwarts grounds)

anyway, I hope you enjoy this little treat! I'm trying to shake off my writer's block, so please expect secretary!Jay to return soon.

taglist: @jaylaxies @excusememissiloveyou @thots4hee @end-hyphen @nyanggk @maggstar @bucketofhiros @shinkenprincess-oh @mydarlingjay @mochimchimo @jongseonglogy @strawberrification12 @xiaoderrrr

permanent taglist is open! send an ask or DM if you want to be tagged.

As your House’s Prefect and one of the smartest students at school, you thought it would be impossible to dislike a class. Getting good grades in almost every subject seemed to prove that you liked learning everything, but by God, you hated Potions. Other than the fact that the lessons took place in a literal dungeon, which made it colder than any of the classrooms above, you always had to deal with the unpleasant smell of whatever was brewing in the room. Add the inconvenient detail that half of the class consisted of Slytherin students, which was more than you could tolerate.

You did not know when it started, maybe since the Sorting Hat placed you in Gryffindor or when you witnessed one of your classmates getting teased by a Slytherin, but you had a strong aversion to anything related to that house. It became so bad to the point that whenever you got paired with a Slytherin for an assignment, all you wanted to do was to get the job done quickly for the both of you so you could leave the class as soon as possible.

“Miss L/N,” called Professor Snape. Your head snapped up and you locked eyes with him, somehow convincing him that you had been listening to all his instructions despite staring into the empty vials on your table. “Today you’ll be working with Park Jongseong.”

You nodded softly and once Snape turned his head towards another student, you made an audible groan and leaned back on your chair.

“You don’t sound so happy to be paired with me.”

Jay took the now unoccupied seat beside you and sat with a force that made his robe flutter. The flash of green caught your eye, and you hesitantly pulled your books to your side, making room for his on the table.

“I’ll handle the mixing,” you replied, completely unrelated to his remark.

Jay frowned before letting out a soft chuckle. “Wow, I guess you really aren’t in the mood today.”

You turned your head only slightly enough to shoot daggers at him with your eyes, and his response was just a huff to his face, messing up the silver bangs on his forehead. The sound of Professor Snape’s voice caught your attention, so you straightened up and listened intently, but also noticed how Jay was mimicking you. Once you were all instructed to begin, Jay grabbed his quill and started making notes for the recipe.

For the first couple of minutes, the process went well. You were mixing and adding stuff according to Jay’s dictation. However, after he misread the measurements for a certain ingredient, causing your brew to bubble uncontrollably, you began scolding him and blaming him for everything.

“What’s distracting you? How could you have misread that?” You half-shouted, a handkerchief in your hand as you attempted to clean up your surroundings.

“Maybe if you weren’t shaking so much when you’re holding the vials then I could have paid more attention,” Jay retorted, snatching a vial from your other hand to prevent more spills. “We should switch. You tell me what to do and I’ll redo everything.”

“That will take us even longer, and everyone else is already halfway done,” you complained as you looked around the class. You saw Professor Snape eyeing your table.

“Do you have another solution?” Jay asked, staring back at you.

You reluctantly agreed to switch tasks, but it turned out that Jay was worse than you. He kept spilling liquid, pouring more than needed, and overall causing more chaos than when he was just giving you instructions. Your grunts and groans were starting to gain the attention of the whole classroom, and by the time you were almost done, the bell rang.

The sound of your quill hitting your book was silenced by the footsteps of the other students exiting the classroom. They had finished their potions, and your table was literally the only one in the room that was still messy, with a mixture that looked too suspicious to be called a potion.

“I have been patient enough to let you two bicker the whole time, but for you to not finish making your potions,” Professor Snape said as he walked back to his desk, his cape almost floating behind him.

“Great, he’s gonna put us in detention,” you muttered to yourself.

“That is correct, Miss L/N,” Professor Snape continued. “Once you’re both done cleaning up your table, meet me in my office.”

The frown you wore on your face was so bad that anybody who saw you could easily tell that you were pissed, but between gathering the books and papers and wiping off spills with a cloth, you could have sworn you saw Jay smirking to himself.

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As you placed a bucket of water in the middle of the Prefects’ bathroom, you sighed at the exhaustion that you felt despite not having even started your detention. You and Jay were both assigned to clean up the bathroom, which, despite only being restricted to use by the school Prefects, Head Boys, Head Girls, and Quidditch captains, was in an alarmingly grimy state.

You purposefully steered away from the side of the room with the toilet stalls and stood by the large, swimming pool-like tub sunken into the ground with bath taps surrounding it. The tub was drained, and you much preferred scrubbing it to cleaning all the toilets.

Jay was standing by the bath supplies on one side of the pool, staring at the different kinds of soap, bath oils, bath salts, shampoo, and conditioner. It took a while for him to realize you were glaring at him, basically waiting for him to start working already.

“Damn, it would be worth becoming a Prefect just to be able to use this bathroom,” Jay muttered, placing a small bottle of bath oil back in its place. “You must take baths all the time.”

You snorted, audible enough to make it echo throughout the whole room. “I don’t have time for baths.”

“Really? What a shame,” Jay sighed, rolling up his sleeves. “How long do you think it would take for us to finish?”

“If you keep using your mouth instead of your hands, probably a lot longer than I expect,” you replied without a pause, sounding annoyed.

Your snarky remarks did not bother Jay at all. In fact, it amused him, and the way he was laughing softly was not helping at all. He walked over to the stalls and finally began to work only minutes after you started.

“Today is really not your day, huh?” Jay’s voice echoed behind the stalls.

“Thanks to you, it’s not,” you answered, polishing one of the hundred golden bath taps that surrounded the tub.

“You know,” Jay started, only to pause to flush the toilet so he wouldn’t have to compete with the sound. “I have a feeling that you don’t like me.”

You rolled your eyes and moved your bucket to polish the other bath taps. Jay cleared his throat as he waited for your reply.

“Is it because I’m a Slytherin?” He asked. “I mean, it’s kinda unfair that just because I’m in this House, you automatically hate me—”

“I don’t hate you,” you finally responded. “Hate is a strong word.”

“Alright then,” Jay walked out of one stall and looked in your direction before entering the next stall. “So, what’s the story?”

You let out a heavy sigh and wrung out the cloth you were holding. It was a long story, you thought to yourself. You came from a family of Slytherins—both your parents and your older brother were—but since you were old enough to understand and remember things, you had always been the odd one out in your family. They would excel academically and go on to achieve things you never even dreamed of. Your interests were always different, and what got you far at school was thanks to your personality and smart work.

It was still a vivid memory to you, the moment you sat down and let the Sorting Hat analyze you. You thought you would hear a confident ‘Slytherin!’ from the Hat, but after a couple of seconds of deciding, it placed you in Gryffindor. Switching houses was never a thing, so you did what you could and made good friends, studied hard enough to make the professors notice you, and eventually, you earned the title of Prefect as you entered the fifth year.

Despite that, throughout the years in Hogwarts, you kept hearing and witnessing stories about Slytherins, how they always happen to achieve so much but at the same time are notoriously problematic. The house you once dreamed of being a part of quickly became one that you were relieved to be excluded from, but somehow, the longing remains.

Around your third year in Hogwarts, you began hearing chatter about Park Jongseong. He became popular, it seemed, after he was assigned to be the Keeper of Slytherin’s Quidditch team, and also after he had an insane glow-up. You then noticed that he was the quiet nerd who used to bury his nose in whatever book he was reading in a dark corner in the library, but since then, he had ditched his glasses and styled his luscious silver locks in a way that—

“Y/N, are you okay?”

Jay’s voice woke you up from your extensive daydreaming, and it made you realize you were polishing one bath tap for way too long.

“How long were you polishing that tap?” Jay asked, tilting his chin towards your hand.

His question spooked you, and you were beginning to think he might have heard your thoughts. You cleared your throat before moving to the next tap. “Not long, why?”

“Because I’m done with all the toilet stalls, and I noticed you haven’t moved an inch.”

Well, that’s embarrassing, you thought. How long exactly did you zone out for?

“Should I start cleaning the pool’s floor then?” He asked, fixing his folded sleeves before squatting down and then jumping into the empty pool.

“Sure,” you said, immediately picking up your pace and trying your best not to steal any more glances in his direction.

“Listen,” Jay began, both his hands firmly holding a mop. “You got really silent after I asked a question, so I’m sorry that I made you uncomfortable. We can continue to work in silence if that’s what you prefer.”

You smiled as you moved on to the next tap. “It’s fine. I was just tired.”

You refocused on your own task, determined to leave the bathroom spotless, but after a moment, you noticed Jay moving oddly around the pool floor, dragging his mop in a way that was not normal. When you lifted your head to look at him, you saw that he was singing, no, lip-syncing a song and using the mop as a mic stand, completely immersed in his imagination but being considerate not to bother you with noise.

At this sight, you burst out laughing. Jay stood up straight and turned his heel to face you, looking surprised.

“Please,” you said after you contained yourself, “do continue.”

“Miss Prefect,” Jay sighed, “this bathroom is way too huge for only two of us to clean. Do you think we can sneak out and get our wands from Snape’s office?”

You shook your head. “The door is locked with a password.”

“But you’re Miss Prefect,” Jay said, matter-of-factly. “Don’t you know the password?”

“He literally changed it after leaving us here with these cleaning supplies, Jay. I don’t know the new password.”

Jay paused and for a moment you thought he was figuring out a way to escape, when in reality, his stomach just did a backflip from the way his name rolled off your tongue.

“So, what you’re saying is there is literally no way to get out of this bathroom unless we finish cleaning it?” Jay asked.

“That is the point of detention, yes,” you replied, shrugging.

Jay groaned and turned around, pushing his mop and reluctantly continuing to clean the pool floor. You were almost halfway done with polishing all the bath taps, and you sighed as you looked at all the mirrors waiting to be scrubbed clean too.

After a while, Jay finished scrubbing the floors, and you began to wonder if you should have taken his work instead since the bath taps seemed like a never-ending task to complete. He loosened the tie around his neck and undid the first few buttons on his shirt, making you quickly look away.

“Should I help you with the bath taps or start doing the mirrors?” Jay walked over to your side before pushing himself up the edge and then standing up, towering over you.

“Mirrors, please,” you answered, this time tilting your chin to point at the direction of the sinks.

“Really? Because you seem like you’re taking your sweet time polishing all those taps,” Jay said, tilting his head to one side.

You looked up at him and he had this teasing, lop-sided smirk. Meanwhile, the unintentional doe eyes you were giving him made him almost choke on his own saliva.

“Just do the mirrors, Jay.”

You saw him smile the second you finished your sentence, and when he turned his back to you, it somehow looked like his shoulders were happy. He stood in front of the sink and did a quick count on the number of mirrors he had to clean. You saw him start from the far left, where one of the mirrors was cracked on the edge.

“Be careful with that one. Ravenclaw’s Head Girl almost—”

“Fuck!”

You heard Jay groan as he stumbled a few steps back, wincing in pain and shaking his left hand.

“Jay,” you sighed, standing up and throwing the cloth you were holding to the floor. “I didn’t even finish my sentence.”

You walked up to him and stood before him with your hand out. He looked at you questionably before lifting his left hand for you to take a look.

“Is it bad?” He asked, slightly looking away. “I don’t like the sight of blood.”

“That explains a lot,” you muttered, placing your hand carefully over his. “Oh, my God.”

“What? What is it?” Jay asked, his right hand shaking in panic.

“Your fingers are so thick and stubby, like cocktail sausages.”

Jay snorted before pulling his hand away and you giggled.

“It’s just a scratch,” you said in an attempt to calm him down. “You can carry on.”

“Well, do you have something I can use to treat it?” Jay asked.

You were already sitting by the edge of the pool to continue with your polishing. “Do I look like a walking first aid kit to you? Just spit on it and move on.”

Jay looked at you, unsure of your advice. He then turned around and decided to wash his hands with soap. The suds obviously stung, so he was flinching and wincing quietly, but he could see you giggling silently from your reflection in the mirror in front of him.

“Do you really mean it?” Jay spoke, looking at you through the mirror.

“Mean what?”

“That I have stubby fingers,” Jay clarified.

You were unsure what to make of his tone. He sounded curious but also hurt, or maybe…

“So what if you do?” You asked back, not paying attention to him.

The strands of your hair were becoming loose and covering your eyes, and you were dying to fix the scrunchie on your ponytail, but both your hands were wet and occupied with polishing. You kept huffing and puffing and even attempting to move your hair using the movements of your shoulders until Jay sneaked up behind you and tapped you on your arm.

“Here, allow me,” Jay said calmly, tugging on your scrunchie.

You sat up straight and let him pull your scrunchie off, letting your hair cascade to your back. He began brushing your hair with his fingers before gently bunching it into a ponytail. He skillfully tied your hair up into a bun that was less messy than before. You were about to thank him, but he moved from behind you and jumped back into the empty pool, standing in front of you and tucking the loose strands of hair behind both your ears.

His fingers brushed against your ear, and for a moment, you were lost in his eyes. The next thing you felt was his hand behind your neck, pulling you closer as he stood in between your legs, his lips crashing against yours. You sighed as you let yourself be enveloped in his warmth—his tongue tugging yours, his lips devouring yours, his palms pushing against your back, and his breath mixing up with yours.

You felt his hand travel lower down your back, settling on your ass before he pushed you closer to him, earning a soft yelp from between your lips. His mouth detached from yours only to give you a sly smirk before he dove back into you. Your hands rested comfortably on his shoulders as you gave into his every move, and when you felt one of his hands grazing the exposed skin of your thigh from the gap between your skirt and your knee-high socks, you gasped.

“Wanna see what these fingers can do?” Jay asked, speaking right against your lips.

Your eyes searched for his before you nodded a little too eagerly. He chuckled before sliding his hand between your legs and under your skirt. His fingers easily found their place on your clothed cunt, and despite his gentle moves, you could not hold in your moans.

“Jay,” you whimpered, hands bunching up his shirt.

“Oh, I like it when you say my name like that,” he teased, leaving a wet peck on your chin. “Can you say it again?”

He pressed his thumb on your clit before sliding it down your folds, and he could already tell that you were soaked. You were biting your lip, and he chuckled, bringing the same hand that was caressing you up and towards your chin.

“Come on, now,” Jay cooed. “Prefects are usually good students. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

His thumb slid upon your bottom lip, and you could almost sniff the scent of your own arousal. You were trembling at this point, desperate to feel more of him, so all you could give as a response was a nod.

“Say my name.”

“Jay—”

Your voice was muffled as he slid in a finger when you opened your mouth. You instinctively sucked on it before he entered another one, and then he hurriedly placed his hand back between your legs, pushing your panties to the side before easily sliding those two fingers inside of you.

“Jay!” You moaned loudly, spreading your legs wider so he could do whatever he wanted to do to you comfortably. Your fingers reached for the back of his head, pulling on his silver locks before you pushed his head to your neck. He began licking the soft skin under your chin before placing wet kisses down your neck. With one hand, you unbuttoned your top and pulled your collar open, giving him more access to your skin. He sucked on your collarbone softly and, at the same time, curled his fingers inside of you.

You repeatedly moaned into his ear, and at some point, you thought you sounded way too pathetic, but the way Jay was thrusting his fingers in and out of you and the way the squelching sound was echoing throughout the whole bathroom made you believe that the sounds you were making were actually quite tame.

“Jay,” you sighed. “Oh, my God.”

Jay lifted his head from your neck and flashed you a proud smirk before leaning in to kiss you again. You whined at the contact, and as your hands found his face, you began to caress him, pull him, and do whatever was necessary to send the message that you wanted him bad.

You felt the increasing pace of his fingers between your legs, and you began to feel the ache in your ass for sitting on the edge of the pool for too long. Jay pressed his thumb on your clit, and you threw your head back in pleasure, grabbing onto his biceps for support. When your moans started to sound higher and more in sync with the movements of his fingers, Jay leaned in and pressed his cheek onto yours before speaking right into your ear.

“Cum for me, will you?”

The deep tone and gentle vibration of his voice sent shivers down your spine, and with that, you finally reached your high. Your legs were shaking, and to soothe you, Jay began kissing your cheek softly. He kept kissing you and moving towards your lips, giving you a long peck before moving down to your chin and neck. He kissed the parts of your skin that were beginning to turn purple, and once he heard your leveled breathing, he pulled away to take a good look at you.

“Good girl,” he said right to your face.

You playfully, and very gently, slapped his face. He let out a wholehearted chuckle before pulling his hand from between your legs. Just seconds later, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching the bathroom door. Your eyes widened, and Jay quickly registered the situation. He fixed your collar for you to button up before he sprinted back to the mirror he was supposed to be polishing while you frantically searched for the abandoned cloth that you had been using the whole time.

“Why am I not surprised that you haven’t finished cleaning the bathroom?” Professor Snape stated after scanning the area. “It’s almost curfew, so wrap up and continue cleaning tomorrow. I’ll consider your detention done once this place is spotless.”

You stood up and observed as Professor Snape reached into the pocket in his robe and took out your wands. After he handed them over to you and Jay, he turned around without further question and left the bathroom. Jay looked at you, and you sighed in relief, almost collapsing to the floor because of your weak knees, if not for Jay holding you up by your elbows.

“That was too damn close,” you commented, standing uncomfortably since your panties were not fixed the right way.

“I’d say it was exciting,” Jay said, leaning into you and sniffing your neck.

“Jay, stop it,” you said, placing your palm firmly on his chest.

“That’s not what you wanted me to do when I had these stubby fingers inside you,” he teased, raising his hand and wriggling his fingers in front of your face.

You smacked his hand away, and he cackled, almost making the room shake from the echo.

“We still need to come back tomorrow and whose fault is that?” You asked, your back turned to him as you were tidying up the supplies.

“Fault?” Jay tilted his head. “No, favor. You’re missing the point. We get to come back here tomorrow.”

You stood up straight before turning to face Jay. He boldly took a couple of steps towards you, closing the distance and pulling you by your waist to press your body against his.

“Are you honestly telling me you’re not looking forward to it?”

With Jay’s arm firmly around your waist, the heat of his body against yours, his eyes boring into yours, and his silver hair messy from the way you were pulling on it earlier, there was no way you could lie to his face.

“Okay, I am looking forward to it,” you said after gaining enough courage. “Maybe instead of your stubby fingers, you can show me something else.”

Jay’s eyes twinkled at your daring tone, and you both chuckled before letting each other go, nagging at him as he collected your supplies while shamelessly ogling your body.

-END-

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yourplayersaidwhat · 11 months ago

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(Context: Oneshot with guest DM. Bladesinger has broken off from the group to secure a spelljammer for an escape route)

DM: Can you give me a luck roll please? Just straight d20.

Bladesinger: Oop, that's a 4.

DM, furiously drawing on the map: Alright, that one's on fire, that one's on fire...

Druid: I really feel like we shouldn't be surprised.

(Later, OOC:)

DM: Yeah, so I'm going to be honest, stuff was ending up on fire either way. The roll was just to see how much of it was on purpose.

Bladesinger: *Maniacal cackling*

#shit my players say #rpg #submission #shareable #dnd #don't mess with the dm #fire is always useful

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4nyangnyangz · 2 months ago

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weverse DMs with yeonjun ♡

tags: fluff and PURE DELUSION. choi yeonjun x fem reader, txt as txt!mentions of the other txt members but this is just mostly yeonjun (i'm having a brainrot, i am so sorry.), conversations with the txt members are in Korean! (reader is studying the language), please take your anti-delulu pills after reading this (i had to).

a/n: this is just a oneshot I made that's highly inspired by Yeonjun being flirty with MOAs through Weverse DM. (no one stop him) and also just a random "what-if?" thought to fuel my delusions - made this during peak delulu hours. (i need to be sedated fr). this is my first post on Tumblr so pls be kind!! 🙏 also if u read this let's be moots, I love moas <3

wordcount: 2.6k!! this isn't proofread mb ;-;

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The day of the video call fanmeet has finally come, and you were just as ready as ever to finally meet and talk to your favorite kpop group, TOMORROW X TOGETHER.

You were one of the lucky winners through a raffle draw for an online fansign event during the release of one of their new comebacks, and although it took almost an entire week's worth of pay to get multiple entries for a higher chance of winning, but you eventually got what you wanted and it was worth it. You have been waiting for this moment your entire life, and now you finally have the chance to talk to the people who you only saw from afar during concerts and on the screen of your devices.

You prepared everything you wanted to tell them, translated most of it in Korean hoping they would be able to understand you better and you made sure to write down every line on the notes of your MacBook. You prepared your setup in the corner of your room where you had a shelf that kept your collections of their albums and merchandise. You had also placed your phone that you will be using for the fanmeet on a stand placed on top of a small desk that you arranged just in front of your shelf, putting your MacBook just behind your phone so you could read what you had written on your notes while you do the call with them.

You were making finishing touches to your makeup while you looked at your reflection in the camera of your phone, freshening up and making sure you looked presentable in your outfit when you met your favorite idols. It was only a matter of time left till' the event started, and you were the most nervous you have ever been in your life.

After a few minutes of waiting, you felt your heart almost drop to the ground when you heard the notification sound from your phone, and you immediately check the message that was sent to you by the event organizer. You received a text message telling you that they will call you within 5 minutes, and they also reminded you of the guidelines of the event, along with the order of the members that you will be talking to.

You were given exactly 1 minute to talk with each member, and the order was set from the youngest to oldest,

Huening Kai - Taehyun - Beomgyu - Soobin - Yeonjun.

After a few minutes of waiting, your phone rang and you finally received the call. You took a few deep breaths before answering the call on the fourth ring. You saw a black screen for a few seconds and you heard a staff member in the background telling you to get ready before it officially started.

Once you confirmed with the staff that you were ready, you saw the camera flip over and you were immediately greeted by a smiling Huening Kai, the youngest of the group, waving at you and saying "Hello~" in a cheerful tone. You started off by asking him how his day was before you started with the script you wrote in your notes. Your nervousness started to fade during your interaction with Huening Kai since he was a good listener, and you started to calm down after you both exchanged compliments to each other.

Soon after, it was the second youngest, Taehyun's turn. He started off by complimenting you on how good you looked with your outfit, and you soon got to tell him how much you admired him as a performer, going off with what you prepared in your notes.

The call proceeded with Beomgyu this time, and you were surprised with how sweet and calm he was as he listened to you shower him with appreciation and compliments that you prepared for him, which was very much unlike his usual playful and mischievous image that he has their contents and during concert interactions.

After speaking with Beomgyu, you were greeted by the group's leader, Soobin. He initiated the conversation first by asking how your day was and soon after, he listened to you intently as you read what you had prepared for him. Just like the other members, you made sure to give him all the praise and words of encouragement that he deserves. You emphasized that he was doing amazing as the leader of the group and that he was receiving a lot of love from the fans, and he made sure to thank you for your kind words before he bid you farewell feeling a bit emotional as you noticed his eyes started getting watery before your interaction with him ended.

Everything was going great so far, until you were down to meet the last member Yeonjun, which was the oldest of the group and who you consider your bias/favorite member. After talking to 4/5 members of the group, you were no longer as nervous as you were when you first answered the call.

Everyone listened to you well, and they definitely helped you feel comfortable during your interactions with them. All of that came crashing down when Yeonjun appeared on the screen. He had the charisma that immediately sent your mind going places, and you knew he was the most attractive in your eyes since he was the first member to catch your attention when you were just getting to know the group. You liked everything about him from the visuals to how talented he is, how charismatic he is when he performs, his personality on and offstage, how he would interact and show his love towards the fans, and so many more.

Yeonjun started off the call by greeting you with a smile and complimenting your look, and that sent your heart racing immediately.

You just could not believe what was happening at that moment, the fact that he knows your existence and you had the chance to talk to him directly almost made your brain malfunction. You proceeded to read out what you prepared to tell him during his turn, and you were nervous during the whole interaction with Yeonjun, but he made sure to ease your worries with a smile, giving you nods every now and then to reassure you that he was listening to you.

Yeonjun thanked you for your kind words and told you to take care of yourself and stay healthy until your next meeting with him. He wrapped up the call by telling you that he was hoping to see you and talk to you again sometime given the chance, and you told him that you felt the same. He made a heart pose with his hands quickly before waving at you as said your goodbyes. The experience was short lived but it gave you memories that you will treasure in a lifetime.

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A month has passed after the online fanmeet event, and you posted a few clips of the recordings you had during your call with TXT in the social media platforms that you actively used. Some of them went viral, especially the clips of your interaction with your bias, Yeonjun. You received a lot of replies and reblogs, gathering various reactions from fans and non-fans.

(Yeonjun definitely knew he was your bias!)

(Wbk that Yeonjun is always flirting with MOAs, but why was he especially flirty with this one?)

(The smile he had while you were talking, OP had this man WHIPPED for her!)

(Girl, if my bias looked at me and talked to me like that i would ask him what are we)

(Are you sure Yeonjun isn't the fan here?)

(You're so pretty that I would break the rules if I was Yeonjun ngl)

These were just some of the memorable reactions to the clips you uploaded, but you were thankful and glad that they got a lot of attention, to the point where there were people that got into the fandom after seeing the members interact nicely with their fans.

It was also the day that you were getting the albums that you ordered, which you were excited to finally unbox after receiving them in the mail. You grabbed some scissors before picking up the package that you placed on your shelf and placed it on your bed for you to unbox. You slowly cut up the packaging of the albums and removed the plastic seal carefully, making sure you won't damage the album in any way.

You browsed the photos from the photobook that came with the album first, before checking the other inclusions and finally seeing which members you pulled for the photocard. Luck was on your side when you pulled every member, not having any dupes and getting a Yeonjun photocard on the album version that you liked the most. You then read what each member wrote on some pages of the albums during your fanmeet, you found it cute how you can tell their personalities apart just from those short messages. Yeonjun's message in particular, stood out to you the most.

"Let's meet again soon, cutie! <3"

You giggled at the little nickname he gave you and heart he drew at the end. It's just like Yeonjun to write something like that, you thought to yourself.

After the adrenaline from unboxing the albums has run out, you organized the albums on the shelf that contained the rest of your collection, and you stored the new photocards you had just pulled in the photocard binder where you place all of your other photocards. You went back to bed and scrolled through your phone mindlessly while lying down. It was your day off, and you decided to have a lazy day in today. You were scrolling through your favorite page of TXT updates to catch up on what you weren't able to while you were busy with work, and it was when you saw the most recent update, a message from Yeonjun through Weverse DM.

("hi, y/n!")

("have you eaten yet? don't skip your meals today and make sure to eat lots, okay?")

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(I had kimchi fried rice for breakfast, Taehyun cooked for us today!)

A wild thought suddenly came to mind. You immediately opened your Weverse app, and went on the page with the Weverse DM feature for TXT. When they first introduced this feature, you always told yourself that it was nonsense having to get a subscription like this especially when you can just get the updates online without having to spend anything, and with translations too.

That was what you told yourself, but it won't hurt to change your mind now, right? You will technically get what you're paying for, since you will receive their messages in real time and you will experience it firsthand, so it's worth a try, right? You were mostly working to afford paying for your hobbies anyway, so what's so bad about paying for a little subscription to chat with your bias? You thought to yourself as you let out a deep sigh before successfully purchasing the subscription for Yeonjun's Weverse DM.

You wrote your first name as your nickname and wrote a message before clearing them and typing another one. After multiple attempts of trying to figure out what message to send, you finally pressed the 'send' button after much consideration, there is a chance that he could read it, after all.

(Hi, Yeonjun! This is y/n. I hope your day is going well so far. It's my first time sending you a message so I'm not sure what to say but I hope we can talk lots here! I'm excited to read more messages from you.)

(I had toast and bacon for breakfast today. You should eat your meals too and try to have some snacks in between when you can! I hope you can get through your schedule well today. Please take care of yourself and don't push yourself too hard. I'm always rooting for you, Yeonjun! Fighting!)

You were reading through your messages nervously after you sent them, trying to see if that was okay.

There's only a small chance that he could read it, knowing there were probably thousands of people messaging him too at the same time you did, but it was still nice to know that there's a possibility of him reading it and that your messages could get through to him. Not too long after, you heard a short ring from your phone, and your eyes widened after seeing that you received messages from Yeonjun.

(Wow, that sounds good.... ㅜㅜ)

(I'll try to get that for breakfast tomorrow too! Thanks for the idea!! lol)

(I'm always grateful for your support, y/n. I'll work hard today too! Fighting~)

You smiled while reading his replies. In a way, it felt like he replied to the messages you sent, but that couldn't be, because anyone could have messaged him something similar to what you sent and he probably would've read that instead, right?

You tried to prove yourself otherwise by sending another message, testing to see if he was able to read your messages or not based on his next replies.

(I want to try kimchi fried rice made by Taehyun too... that sounds really good!)

(Send us a picture of your breakfast tomorrow, please!)

You waited a few minutes before you received another reply from him.

(I wasn't able to take a photo of the kimchi fried rice that Taehyun made us earlier..ㅠㅠ)

(But I'll make sure to send you a photo of what I'll have for breakfast tomorrow~)

You were starting to doubt your eyes. You replied to him once more, testing out your theory. There is no way, right? Anyone could have asked him the same thing too, you convinced yourself.

(I heard you were coming to our city for your next tour, I already saved up so I can buy tickets to see you guys again! I can't wait!)

(I think you look really good wearing glasses... can you wear glasses when you visit here next time?)

You fiddled with your phone for a bit after you hit 'send'. You sat on your bed nervously, waiting for a reply. You were sure you wouldn't get a response to your question, even though you were slightly hoping for it, you just thought it couldn't be possible. More than 15 minutes have passed, and there was still no reply from Yeonjun. Right, there was no way he could be responding to you directly when he can read thousands of messages from MOAs at once, so you figured you were just imagining things earlier.

You were just about to exit the Weverse app when you heard the notification sound from your phone come up, and you see a new text bubble appear on the screen.

(I didn't know you guys liked it whenever I wore glasses, maybe I'll wear them on our tour next time then lol)

(I'm only telling you about this in advance, y/n. So keep this between us, okay?)

(Let's meet again soon, cutie! <3)

Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped when you read the messages from Yeonjun pop up one after another on the screen of your phone. The last message he sent was the exact same message he wrote in the album you opened not too long ago. The nickname and the small heart afterwards were just too much of a coincidence for you, but you still didn't think it was possible for something like that to happen. You were just getting over yourself, and you felt that you probably might have read too many AO3 fanfics recently, and that you were starting to lose your sense of reality.

You shook your head and turned off your phone, grabbing a towel and some clothes from your closet before heading to the bathroom to take a shower. You decided to take time off of your phone and head outside to clear your head. That's right, you probably just weren't thinking straight.

"That's enough of being delusional for today." you muttered to yourself.

But little did you know that somewhere out there, Yeonjun was smiling to himself while he reads your conversation, thinking otherwise.

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I’m absolutely starving for pathetic bottom Phosphorus content, may I request a little something where he gets dicked down good by the reader?

Oh anon I have never wanted to write something more. THANK YOU for this ask, if you're feeling brave enough to come off anon DM me!!! I don't bite I'd lovee to talk about him being pathetic <3

Anyways, Amab reader/male reader

They're a metahuman

Wordcount: 2.8k

Oneshot(?) Under the cut. And this is NSFW so MDNI

You had known the doctor for a pretty long time. You met him during his time as a businessman and you remained loyal afterwards. Even though you both wound up in Belle Reve the guards seemed adamant on keeping the two of you separated. It had been a long time since you'd seen him, to say the least.

So when the Doctor, your Doctor Phosphorus walks into your cell instead of the same guard you had grown so accustomed to you practically leap off of your cot. Rushing towards him unsure if this is real or not. Your hands shake slightly, not certain if you should or even can touch him. It's like looking at a ghost.

"You never were much for words huh?" He asks with a nervous chuckle.

"How... How is this possible?" You ask, stepping closer to him and letting your hands grasp his forearms desperately.

"A little good behavior gets you a long way in this joint." He says tilting his head down to glance at where your hands are gripping at his sleeves. You stare at him for a moment, not sure you could speak if you tried.

"You okay?" He asks, barely noticeable concern bleeding into his words.

Instead of answering verbally you pull him into a tight hug. Wrapping your arms around him and tucking your chin over his shoulder. Feeling his overwhelming warmth seep into you, he was more like a living reactor than a radiator. He returns the embrace sighing in what sounds like relief. You smile against his neck as the flames atop his head burn a little hotter.

"I missed you." You murmur before pulling back to look at him.

Before he can get a word in you notice the guards standing outside your cell. Watching the two of you, clearly impatient. Your brow furrows with the fear of having Phosphorous taken away from you when you just got him back .

Phosphorus clearly notices your expression and turns back to glance at the guards before looking back to face you.

"Relax big guy, I didn't even get to tell you why I'm here yet." He says as he cups your cheek gently, careful not to burn you. You listen carefully and attentively.

"Right, I'm getting you out of here. No not out of prison but uh, you're getting transferred to my team's holding compound." He says like you should understand what any of that means.

"Here just, come with me." He says as he takes your hand in his and leads you out of the cell.

He walks like he knows where he's going so you follow without question. Gripping his hand tightly and watching as the guards surround you on the sides and behind.

"It's kinda like old times huh? Except instead of goons they're heavily armed guards in a maximum security prison." He says wryly.

You let out a huff of laughter but don't let your guard down. Eyeing the guards until you arrive at your destination. A much nicer open space with ping pong tables, arcade machines, lounging furniture and games. There are other inmates relaxing, some you've seen others you don't recognize. The guards shut the heavy concrete doors and vanish behind it.

"Pretty nice right?" He asks, his skeletal grin unchanging but you can tell he's pleased with himself.

"Yeah, this is... Nice." You say simply. Still in a state of disbelief that he is here with you.

"That's not even the best part, c'mere." He says as he grabs your hand and pulls you down a hallway of not cells but rooms. He gets to the end of the Hall and pulls you inside one of the rooms, shutting the door behind you. It's nice, bare walled and quaint, more like a cheap motel room than a prison cell. You turn to face him, looking him up and down.

"How'd you do this?"

"Oh just saved the world from certain doom." He says, gesturing with his hands casually.

"I'm serious Alex."

"I'm being serious here! Me and some of the others here killed this fuckin princess overseas it was a whole ordeal. Look I know it sounds ridiculous but you're here right? And that's what matters." He speaks with emotion walking closer to you with every word till you're face to face. He holds your wrists gently and caresses your pulse points with his thumbs. Something he used to do when he was stressed and needed the reassurance of your pulse. To know you were still here and alive.

"I know, I'm sorry, you're right. It's just a little surreal." You speak softly taking one of his hands in yours and bringing it up to your lips. Pressing gentle kisses to his knuckles. Phosphorus sighs deeply, relaxed just by your soft touch. "I've missed you." You whisper.

"I missed you too Loverboy." He murmurs back, bringing one of his hands to your shoulder the other holding the back of your neck. Everywhere he touches is hot but you don't mind, you crave it.

You let one hand rest on his hip the other cupping his cheek softly. You both stand there for a moment basking in the comfort of one another. You hadn't known a friendly touch since before you'd both been arrested. You assumed the same went for the Doctor if the little shiver that ran through him just from your hand on his cheek was anything to go by.

You let your thumb caress his hip, gently massaging the tender flesh. You were glad that despite his skeletal appearance he seemed to be in good health, with a layer of softness on him he hadn't had before. His breath hitches a little and you can tell he's trying to hold back from making any sounds. Embarrassed to be so affected by such a simple touch.

You caress his face softly, tracing his cheekbone with your thumb. "I wanna hear you." You murmur against his neck, pressing faint kisses along his irradiated flesh. His body emits a low hum of bubbling, and each kiss you leave sizzles out against him.

He let's out a low strangled groan when you nip at his collar bone. The flame atop his head burning brighter with every touch.

"Jesus Christ." He whispers as you pull away from his neck to look at him, your eyes heavy lidded.

"Not quite." You say with a mischievous grin before you lean in and catch him in a kiss. It starts sweetly but as you move the hand on his hip to push his shirt up his abdomen his breath hitches. You take it as the opportunity it is and deepen the kiss letting your tongues tangle as your lips move against each other. He groans against your mouth, holding your shoulder and neck with a bruising grip. Kissing Phosphorus is unlike anything else, his heat overwhelming but addictive.

You both pull back panting and grasping onto each other desperately. You take in his unchanging expression, the only hint of your effect on him, the dark green dusting his cheeks. You bring both your hands down to rest on his hips, guiding him backwards until he's sitting on the edge of the full sized bed. You stand between his legs for a moment, towering over him before you drop down to your knees.

"Fuck sweetheart, you don't have to do this." He mumbles out sincerely, reaching a hand down to tilt your chin upwards to look at him.

"I want to." You answer simply. Resting your cheek against one of his thighs and looking up at him lazily. One hand running up and down his inner thigh. "If you'll let me."

"You're gonna kill me." He says almost reverently, petting through your hair for a moment and scratching at your scalp. You bask in the feeling for a moment sighing softly.

"Not a bad way to go." You say with a lazy grin.

When he pulls his hand back you perk up running both your hands up and down his thighs for a moment before tugging at the fabric and raising an eyebrow in question. He nods in affirmation and you pull his boxers and pants down in one go tossing them to a pile in the middle of the room. You bring your attention back to the Doctor whose dick is hard and leaking against his stomach. You eye him hungrily, settling between his thighs and wrapping one hand around his length stroking him steadily.

His reaction is obvious as he tilts his head back and lets out a low groan. You remembered just how he likes it, paying special attention to the underside of his cock and turning your wrist just right. You take your hand off of him and he whines at the lack of contact. Both your hands resting on his thighs running up and down slowly as you lean in and take his cockhead into your mouth.

He lets out a strangled moan clearly trying to hold back on the noise. You suck hard, and circle your tongue around the head. The taste of him almost chemical but still familiar and salty. He pants heavily above you as you take him down as far as you can stroking what you can't fit with one of your hands.

He's practically shaking, his thighs trembling and his abdomen twitching from the stimulation. When you swallow around him he just can't take it and bucks up forcing the rest of his length down your throat. You pull off coughing slightly before wiping your mouth off and catching your breath.

"Shit, I'm so sorry (y/n) I didn't mean to, you just feel so fuckin good," The doctor rambles out in one breath, his chest heaving up and down as he tries to calm himself down. His dick twitching against his stomach, a small puddle of fluorescent precum forming there. You look up at him bleary eyed but still smiling.

"You can make it up to me." You murmur, your voice low and raspy from the cocksucking. You dive right back in, lapping up the pre from his stomach and licking your lips afterwards. You place both hands over the doctor's hips holding them down with all your weight. You lick from the root of his cock to the tip, teasing the head with barely there kitten licks. Without any warning you take him most of the way down your throat in one go. Tears perk up in the corners of your eyes but you blink them away, bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks with an undeterrable passion.

The Doctor all but freezes, his body going stiff before shivering almost uncontrollably from the intense pleasure. “Oh fuck, (Y/n) just like that… Shit!” He babbles on between heavy breaths and cut off moans.

He reaches down to grasp at anything, roughly gripping your hair, earning him a low groan that sends intense vibrations throughout his entire body. He tries guiding you off for a moment to compose himself before he finishes embarrassingly quickly. You don't let up, taking him down to the root, your throat spasming as you swallow around him.

“(Y/n), Sweetheart I'm gonna fuckin cum if you don't let up.” Alex manages to get out through strained panting, holding himself off from release as long as he can.

You pull off for a moment and he sighs in relief, his body practically shaking. But that relief is short-lived as you stroke him a couple times, only long enough to say, “Good,” before taking the head of his dick into your mouth again. Swirling your tongue around it with ridiculous precision while stroking the sensitive underside of his cock roughly.

“Fuck!” Phosphorus groans out as his orgasm hits him like a freight train. You take him down to the hilt again and can feel his dick twitching uncontrollably. You swallow around him roughly, groaning out from the satisfaction of getting him off. Alex lies on the bed feeling boneless as his body twitches through the aftershocks of his climax.

You finally pull off of him and catch your breath, panting heavily as you rest your face against his bare thigh. He sits back up eventually and starts petting through your hair, you let your eyes fall shut from the gentle touch.

"Thank you," He says softly.

"You're welcome," You mumble against his thigh. You grin lazily before getting up from your spot between his legs. "But we're not done yet." You say as you cage him in against the mattress, your own hard on straining against your pants.

"Fuck," He hisses out as you start to grind your clothed body against his overstimulated dick. "Okay, okay but take this shit off." He says pulling at the base of your shirt.

You comply pulling it over your head and tossing it on the floor. You also take off your pants and underwear kicking them aside before boxing him in underneath you. You run one hand up and down his sides pulling at the hem of his shirt. "This goes too." You murmur pulling it up and over his head, throwing it on the floor.

Both naked now, you rut up against his thigh hissing at the feeling of your sensitive flesh against his burning hot body. You groan low and gravely leaning down and kissing at his neck gently, sensually.

"That feel good?" Alex asks with an airy laugh.

"Mmhm." You nod against his neck in affirmation, grinding against his thigh a little desperately.

"If you actually wanna fuck me the lubes in the top drawer." He says a little breathless as you bite and suck at his pulse point.

"You want it that bad huh?" You ask with a raised eyebrow and a sly grin.

"Don't act like you're not just as desperate as I am. Who's humping my leg right now?" He asks, jokingly irritated.

"Fair enough" You say, your cheeks flushed and hot.

He reaches into the top drawer and grabs some cheap non brand lube tossing it to you. You grab one of the pillows from the head of the bed and slide it under his hips. You pop open the lube drizzling some on your fingers before shutting it and tossing it to the side. You reach down carefully easing in one finger to the first knuckle.

He stiffens slightly and you try to soothe him by running your unoccupied hand up and down his sides. "S'okay I've got you." You murmur softly.

He relaxes slightly and before you know it he's taken the first finger and the second. You scissor your fingers a bit stretching him out some before curling them in search of something. You know you've found it when his whole body burns a little brighter and his cock starts twitching with interest, already half hard again.

"Fuck's sake, I'm ready." He complains, writhing in your grasp.

You lean down pressing kisses to his navel. "I don't wanna hurt you." You murmur softly.

He sighs, relaxing into your touch and accepting he'll have to be patient.

You slide in your third finger stretching him out until you're satisfied. You grab the lube again and squirt out a generous amount onto your hand. Finally stroking yourself, coating your dick with a healthy amount of lube before lining yourself up with him.

"You ready?" You ask softly, looking down at him. He rolls onto his stomach, resting his head against a pillow. It's always been an easier position and one of his favorites.

"Yeah, c'mon. Show me what I've been missing."

You don't wait after that, sliding yourself in steadily till he takes you down to the base. Your chest plastered against his back. You give him a moment to adjust, running your hands up and down his torso, feeling as he shivers from the stimulation. You start to move, forming a steady rhythm that has you both panting harshly.

"Harder," he groans out on a particularly sharp thrust.

You deliver, gripping his hips tightly and snapping yours against his. His back arches into it and he groans as you start nailing him right where he needs it.

"Fuck, just like that." He mumbles against his pillow.

The pace is relentless and you can feel yourself on the edge of orgasm. You lean in kissing his shoulder blade as you fuck into him roughly.

"M'close." You manage to groan out.

He moans in response as you pull his hips back to meet your thrusts. You wrap one arm under him to jerk him off in time with your thrusts. Moving your wrist in time with your hips, leaves you both groaning out in pleasure. You thumb over the head of his dick just right and that sends him toppling over the edge. Cumming all over your hand and onto the bed sheets below.

His body squeezes around your dick like a vice and with a few more harsh thrusts you finish deep inside his heat.

You collapse on your side pulling him against your chest. Your arms wrap around his body as you both bask in the aftershocks of your orgasms.

"Fuck I missed you," He whispers still catching his breath.

"Missed you too Alex." You murmur against the nape of his neck, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin there.

I just spent the last 5 hours writing this!! So if you liked it pls lmk!! My asks are always open <3

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