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wh0relibrarian · 11 months ago

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sunshine

a/n: a continuation of this post, although altered to be a summer break instead of winter. completely got lost in that 😭 please excuse any informalities, i’m still getting used to writing in second person (or smut for that matter), and tumblrs post format! so don’t be mean ;(

context (if you don't want to read the previous post): Reader is visiting her hometown for the summer. A rising grad student who just so happens to bump into Sukuna at the airport. After quick introductions, he gives her his number in case she gets too lonely...

content ahead: southern sukuna au, black coded!reader, afab!reader, d referred to as dick bc i don’t like using “cock��, v referred to as cunt or pussy, age gap (reader in her early 20s, sukuna is in his early 30s), cowgirl, daddy kink, rough!sukuna (but he’s still a softie), needy!reader, clit stimulation, nicknames such as sweetheart, princess, baby/babydoll, creampie, ass/face slaps, lots of praise, a decent amount of plot

word count: 3.9k

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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You’ve been texting Sukuna for a week now. Off and on, trying not to seem too interested, but interested enough to keep his attention. It sucked that he was a man very obviously out of touch with technology, because you can’t find pictures of him anywhere. Not even a Facebook page. You’ve just been grasping at straws, trying to remember each detail of his face. Each tattoo. You didn’t even get enough time to admire the one’s on his face, way too engulfed in his general appearance.

And oh, Sukuna. That poor man. He knew from the moment he saw you that you’d keep him up at night. From the curvature of your lips— only being the opening act to the beautiful smile you had hidden beneath. He tries to remember what color your shirt was, but can only remember how plump your tits looked. Practically spilling out of a… tank top? Or maybe it was a crop top. You had a jacket on, which he knows was gray because you kept trying to wrap it around your waist like you were embarrassed by your body. He couldn’t figure out why, though. You’re beautiful from head to toe, every part of you.

But today, today was the day you’d ask him to take you out. Or just ask to go out in general. Hell, you’d take anything at this point.

You: Hiii Sukuna. How’s your wrist feeling? I know a couple days ago you said it was progressively getting worse, any updates?

Sukuna: Hey babydoll. I think it’s all good now. Nothin a lil icyhot can’t fix. How are you?

You: I’m happy to hear that :) and I’m okay, just bored, per usual.

Sukuna: Ya know I’m always around.

You: It’s funny you mention that… I was wondering if you were busy later today? Or tonight. Either or, whatever works best for you. If you would even want to do anything of course.

Sukuna: City girl finally ready to get some sunshine?

You: Don’t make fun of me 😑

Sukuna: Oh I’d never do such a thing. Are you free right now? My lunch break’s comin up, could use the company.

You: Yes I am! I can be ready in 15, I’ll send my address.

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You weren’t as nervous as you thought you’d be. You know you looked good, you felt good. You put on a casual outfit, just a pair of bell bottoms and some old t-shirt your mom left around. This wasn’t a date, and you didn’t want to scare him, so you treated it like a normal hang out with a friend.

He picked you up in an old pickup truck, run down from the years spent riding on dirt roads and an occasional swamp. (Things can get messy the further south you go.) It was normal where you’re from to have at least one beat up truck per household, so his car was not a problem. You were all smiles, nearly skipping your way to the passenger side. Sukuna rolled down the window and he too had a bright toothy smile plastered on his face. It almost looked malicious, but you overlooked it once you got in. Something about his presence had you in a trance, you couldn’t focus on anything else but him.

When you opened the door, he stretched his arm out to help you into the chair. You made it a point to act as if you were struggling to get in and shut the door, nerves suddenly keeping you from wanting to look him straight in the eye. “Damn sweetheart… just look at you,” he said while leaning his body back, taking a moment to take in your appearance. “Hiii Sukuna, you aren’t too bad yourself,” you said giggling.

“We’re just goin’ up to Milo’s, hope that’s luxury enough for ya.”

“You think I came dressed like this for somethin’ luxury?”

“Well if that ain’t luxury, I’d be curious to see what is.”

Smirking, Sukuna went back to putting his full focus on the road. The butterflies in your stomach had died down, finding his presence incredibly inviting and safe. You were looking out the window for a while, until his hand found yours which was resting on your thigh. You turn around to him surprised, only to see his eyes still trained on the road in front of him. His hand clasped yours and gripped it tight, and you found the silence warm, like a gentle hug you wanted to last forever.

The lunch date was sweet. You both ordered cheeseburgers, fries, and a large sweet tea; reveling in its taste since it had been some time since you had genuine sweet tea. He started asking you about your schooling, learning that you’re majoring in business and will soon start working on your master’s degree. This charmed him— you were both alike even if it was in different ways. You’ve always provided for your mother, and so has he. You won’t stop reaching new opportunities, and neither will he. As the date went on his attraction only grew deeper. Your physical appearance did not mean much to him, you were to die for, but right now he wanted to know every single thing about you and didn’t care about anything else.

But… this wasn’t to say he’s not a curious man.

When ordering the food, you took a step back to look at the entire menu. This caused your skin tight shirt to rise up ever so slightly, showing off your cute tummy and belly button piercing. You noticed him staring, and he was never one to lie.

“Sukuna, order some damn food and stop looking at me like that,” you slapped his large bicep jokingly, making that same smirk from earlier slowly grow on his face.

“Mmm, you hidin’ that accent from me girl. Soundin’ so pretty bossin’ me around.”

You could tell the cashier felt a bit awkward at this point, so you pushed Sukuna in front of you to get him to focus.

Even though he would have moments like those, you didn’t feel like he was objectifying you. It never became the focal point of your conversations. It seemed like he was genuinely interested in getting to know you and it made you feel so… different. Sure you were young, but you’d never experienced such a natural yet interesting conversation with a man. You were shocked by it, to say the least, and it only made you want him more.

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After that day, you two were basically inseparable. He made it a point to try and see you after work, and if there was a day where he couldn’t do it, he’d make it up to you x2 the next day. He immediately started spoiling you, whether it was food or sending you money for new makeup, it’s like he couldn't do enough for you. You were always beyond grateful, and would even tell him to tone it down a bit, but he’d always say, “Princesses deserve princess things.”

It’d been around four weeks of this, the dates would get more romantic, and his time with you only more cherished. Although the flirting continued to grow, he never made a move on you. You definitely didn’t want to be the one to initiate anything. Maybe there was a reason for him not wanting to get physical, but not even a kiss? It was killing you at this point, every night you spent just dreaming of what his pretty lips felt like on yours. Not being able to help your hands traveling down to your aching pussy. You were so horny it hurt, and nothing you did could satiate the feeling; knowing good and well that his fingers— let alone his dick could reach spots you didn’t even know were there. Your own fingers would suffice for now, but you would be leaving in just a few weeks, you needed to know what Ryomen Sukuna was like in bed.

So, the next time he picks you up, you make sure to look drop dead gorgeous (not like he didn’t think that about you regardless.)

A few days ago, he paid for your hair and nail appointments. Large knotless braids with curly pieces coming out of them, and the prettiest french tip set you’d ever got done. You told him you wanted everything to be a surprise, and that you were planning to get a new outfit as well AND that he didn’t have to send you money for that. But you know he did anyway. The plan for this night was a drive-in movie closer to the heart of the city rather than where you both resided. There was a wing place you loved, different shops, and the movie would be the last activity.

After picking up a new sundress, a black one with thin straps and a slit at the bottom, you felt confident enough that tonight would go well. You took a shower when you got home, lathered your skin with shea butter from head to toe, and put on all the gold jewelry you owned.

There’s no way he wouldn’t want to fuck you dumb.

As always, dinner with Sukuna was to die for. He was such a gentleman, making sure to pull your chair out for you, telling you to get whatever you wanted from the menu. “Don’t be scared sweetheart, want you nice ‘n full.”

You shopped for a little while after, well, it was really window shopping. You felt so bad that Sukuna was paying for everything, even though he always insisted. You decided to just point out all of the things you liked, kind of like a test— if he really liked you then he’d remember all these things for a future event.

The drive-in was dead. Which I guess isn’t too surprising, you can’t remember the last time someone talked about seeing a movie here. Nonetheless, this was your dream scenario. With basically no one to catch you guys, it was the perfect breeding ground (literally.) The movie was some rom-com looking thing in black and white which you begged to watch, only because you knew neither of you would want to pay attention. Once he grabbed some popcorn and soda from the concession stand, he pulled up in front of the big projection, claiming he needed to be as close as possible because of his eyesight. After a few minutes of pretending to be interested, you turned to him and finally broke the ice.

“‘Kuna, do you like me?” Sukuna couldn’t believe the question.

“Of course I like you baby, why else would I be here?”

“Well,” you started, “I don’t know…”

“Oh, you know.”

“I know you like me, it’s just like— we aren’t like… you know.”

“Gonna have to use your words sweetheart.”

You looked forward as you tried to find the best way to say this, you decided to just rip the bandaid off.

“We haven’t kissed! Or anything! You just hug me or wrap your arm around my waist, but we haven’t done nothin’ ‘kuna. And I’m not sayin’ that’s any indicator of how much you like me, I’m just sayin’ it’d be ni—”

You anticipated this kiss, not only because you did everything in your power to set it up, but you could feel Sukuna’s eyes latching onto the way your lips moved while talking. His lips were just as soft as you imagined, tasting like cherry carmex and popcorn. His hand found its way to the side of your face, cupping it gently until he moved it to tilt your chin up towards him. Your mouth opened a little from the change in angle, giving Sukuna’s tongue access to the warmth yours had to offer. He melted deeper into the kiss, and so did you, as it continued to get more sloppy and wet. You could tell he was eager, swirling and dancing on the tip of your tongue, sucking it harshly like he was trying to gather as much saliva as possible. Just to pull back and have it leak out of his mouth, dripping down both his and your chin. It was downright nasty the way your fluids were colliding, but it turned you on an unbelievable amount. Whining and groaning into him, rubbing your thighs together, lacking the correct amount of friction from wearing a dress instead of pants.

Your hand started traveling to his chest and lower, and he could tell you were really riled up at this point simply from the way you were tugging on his shirt. He pulled his lips off yours, making you reach out for him still since your eyes were closed. When you opened them, you were able to see the true mess you two caused. Sukuna was drooling, his heavy lidded eyes not daring to move from your frame. His hair was everywhere, and you couldn’t be happier with your hairstyle of choice.

“Fuck baby,” he said while rubbing on the sides of your stomach, “I really need you. I’ve been needin’ you. Yer just so damn sexy, of course I’ve been wantin’ to do stuff. Just didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” He leaned in to kiss your cheek and up to the shell of your ear, “Never want you uncomfortable.”

And that sent you over, you cupped his face with both of your hands, kissing him hard. He growled from your sudden dominance, and with a few swift movements, pulled his seat back and slid you over the middle console and into his lap. Your dress hiked up to your thighs once you straddled him, allowing Sukuna to feel just how wet you were. With one hand on your face, and the other on your waist, he slowly made his way down to your cunt.

“So fuckin’ wet for me,” he whispered against your lips, making slow circles on your puffy clit. “This f’me? Say it’s for me babydoll.”

“It’s for you ‘kuna, it’s all for you. Please–” His fingers slid your panties to the side, revealing just how sticky you were for him. Your pussy was basically crying to be touched, and Sukuna was a gentleman, of course.

His mouth never left yours, left hand now resting behind your neck, while his other is furiously rubbing your bare clit. Your moans were being swallowed by Sukuna’s mouth, and when the pleasure finally got to be too much, you suddenly threw your head back with a yelp. Catching yourself immediately, you press your forehead into his.

“‘M sorry, fuck, ‘m sorry— it’s t-too much.”

“Don’t apologize princess, I love seein’ you act like this. So slutty.”

Your tits have barely been able to stay concealed in your already showy dress. They spilled out on their own from your sporadic movements, and once Sukuna could see one, he dropped everything to unveil the other and fondle them both. You kept grinding on his very hard dick, keeping up the rhythm he set up for you while he went to town on your boobs. Massaging them, pinching and flicking the nipples, mumbling things like “fuckin’ shit they’re so soft,” and “need to fuck you.” It wasn’t long before he popped one into his mouth, sucking on it, making it soo much more sensitive. You were squealing at this point, Sukuna looked up at you to see the tears forming at the corner of your eyes. With a ‘pop’ he brought his attention back to your beautiful face. Somehow fucked out just from dry humping. How cute, he thought to himself.

“Look at me, princess.” You struggled, but your eyes met his, still striving for your release. “‘M gonna fuck you, okay? Is that what you want?” You started nodding your head yes like a damn puppy.

“Need to hear you say it princess. Tell me you want it.”

“Wan’ it s-so bad baby, fuck me, I need you to fuck me.”

The thing about pick-up trucks is that there’s not really a backseat, which means you’d have to ride him right where you were. This wouldn’t have been a problem, until Sukuna quickly pulled down his pants and boxers, revealing probably the biggest dick you’ve ever seen. It was the fucking length that scared you. It wasn’t too thick, but girthy enough that it, plus his length, would have your legs shaking for days. He gave his dick slow strokes while you took off your dress, suddenly feeling embarrassed from being the only one naked. He could see you get self conscious by the way you try and hide yourself like the day he met you.

“Whatcha lookin’ at me like that for,” his eyes were still focused on yours while he prepared himself, licking his lips like he was genuinely going to eat you later.

“I can’t look at ya? You just look so damn good sweetheart. Can’t believe yer all mine.”

“You don’t have to gas me up now,” you said looking away.

“Nuh-uh,” he grabbed your cheeks and turned your face back to his, “I’ma always tell you how good you look. Don’t act so shy now baby.”

Your pussy clenched around nothing at his statement, still leaking from the previous foreplay. He pulled your forehead to his lips, kissing it tenderly, and when he let go of your face he asked you one last time if you were ready. You whisper out a shy yes and grab his dick cautiously, lining it up with your entrance as you slowly lower yourself onto it. You let out a sharp grasp as Sukuna rests his hands on the sides of your hips, trying to assist in any way he can. Once you’re close to bottoming out, he starts whispering praises.

“Doin’ so good babydoll.”

“Look at you takin’ me so well.

Every time he spoke your pussy would clench around him, making him hiss and choke back a whine. Once he was all the way inside you, you let out a breathe you didn’t realize you were holding. You raised your head to look at him instead of the way he was stretching you out. There’s that smirk again. One of his hands finds it’s way back to your clit, rubbing slow circles like before to help you relax. You were so tense but you tried to keep a level-headed face, even though it literally felt like you were being split in two.

You felt your walls get used to his size and shape, feeling them contort and mold into Sukuna’s cocksleeve. With that, you start riding him slowly, using his shoulders to stay balanced. You got the hang of it quickly and began picking up pace. He was still stimulating your clit, using his other hand to keep guiding your body up and down. It was clear that you were struggling to take him all in though, pausing every few seconds to catch your breathe or readjust yourself. And this would just not do for Sukuna.

He gripped and slapped your ass hard.

“Gotta do better than that baby.”

Smack

“C’mon sweetheart, put your fucking. back. into. it.”

Each emphasis on a word was coupled with a hard thrust and loud whines coming from the depths of your throat. The sounds you were both making at this point bounced around the truck. There wasn’t a moment of silence and you felt blissful. Lulling your tongue out just for Sukuna to catch between his teeth; moving his hand back to bully your clit, and using his free hand to grab your face and continue fucking his hips up into yours. He was growling obscenities into your ear, “Yeah baby, just like that keep fucking me like that.”

“Sukuna, please! Fuckfuckfuck I can’t,” you were bouncing on his dick beautifully, tits bouncing in unison and he truly believed you were unreal.

“Yes you can baby,” he gave your face light slaps, “keep those eyes open, keep lookin’ at me baby. Doin’ so good, I promise.” You were leaking like a faucet down his dick and balls, and with a certain thrust, you were sure he was hitting your cervix. The string of cries that came out of your mouth made him go faster, harder, knowing that he finally found the spot that makes you weak.

“Am I makin’ you feel good baby?”

“Mhmm, y-yesss, so so good.”

“Yes who?” Your eyes were crossing trying to look at him, confused at what he meant at first, but as his thrusts got rougher you knew exactly what he was getting at.

“Y-yes daddy, it feels so good.” You were slightly embarrassed by the things you were saying, the noises too. You felt so dirty, but in a good way. Searching for your release that was so close.

Sukuna was close too, but he didn’t want that to come before he made you gush all over his dick. When he found his way to your neck, kissing and biting and sucking on your precious skin, you were done.

“Fuck daddy right there!”

“Here sweetheart? You like this?”

“Yesyesyes don’t stop please don’t stop–” and with a cry you were creaming all over Sukuna’s dick. Your pussy clamped down on him so tight, he couldn’t help but look down at the beautiful mess you made all over his thighs. He kept fucking you through your orgasm, causing you to become incredibly overstimulated. Sukuna was getting close, you could tell by his relentless strokes, forgetting any type of consistent pace. His hands were on your hips now, pistoning up into you as your head rested gracefully on his shoulder.

“Mm babydoll gimme a kiss, c’mere.”

When your shaky lips met his, he was sent into overdrive.

“Fuck ‘m gonna cum. Fuck baby, where do you want it.”

Absolutely fucked out, you tried to come up with some sort of cohesive thought. “I-insi..de ‘kuna. In m-me.”

“You sure? Tell me you’re fuckin’ sure, yer milkin’ me baby.”

“I’m s-sure. Please please just cum inside me!”

“Oh, fuckkk…” Sukuna’s load filled your pussy to the brim, leaking out to coat the sides of his dick. He made you feel so full and warm. Finally stopping his thrusts, you hunch over his shoulder and he begins rubbing what feels like hearts on your back, humming into your ear how good you were for him, dick never leaving your pussy.

“Did such a good job princess. So fuckin’ good, are you an angel? Must be an angel, the way you dropped into my life like this.”

“Mmmm I’m your angel ‘kuna. I was made for you only.”

Although the moment was wholesome, your mind immediately flooded with the thought of you leaving in a few weeks.

How were you supposed to leave after this?

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hope you enjoyed ;) and let me know if i missed anything as far as my content ahead section goes!

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ggukiepie · 1 year ago

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the agreement (drabble i)

pairing: jungkook x fem. oc

tags: smut, fluff, college!au, fuckboy!jk, this is a flashback !!!! how it all began for our ooyg couple <3, mentions of cheating (brief)

warnings: kissing, fingering, a lil bit of breast play, protected sex, missionary, oral, multiple orgasms

word count: 5k

a/n: surprise !!! wrote this way long ago, here we get a glimpse of oc and jk's dynamic as friends <33 enjoy ! can be read as a standalone / part 1 / part 2

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Jihyo forced all of you to have a picnic—to sit on the grass and not at some table like you all usually do. Especially since midterms just ended. Said everyone needs a little breather, some change of scenery. She assigned things to bring. Said she wants to have a picnic for the vibes. Or the aesthetic. You're not really sure but you comply nonetheless (and Mingyu threatened all of you to bring the stuff you're assigned to bring, or else you're not allowed in his car anymore). You think she's doing something cutesy like this because you all haven't seen each other in a while, been so swamped with exams and projects to submit.

You're sitting on a red and white picnic blanket—brought by Jihyo of course—enjoying the food brought by Jimin and Jungkook. It's just take out, really, but it's the effort those two boys did that make it a little special. You're in charge of the dessert and you can't wait to eat the cookies you baked.

You're wearing a dress to complete the vibes, one with a floral design and a sweetheart neckline. It doesn't really differ from your usual outfits but you don't mind. You feel the sun shining down on your shoulders as you're listening to Jungkook and Mingyu bicker about who's turn it is to wash the dishes.

"Stop fighting!" Jihyo finally says as the two start picking the pepperoni off the pizza and are chucking it at each other. Jihyo's not really mad because you can see she's trying not to smile, not to laugh, too enamored with Mingyu. They recently had just gotten together so they're still in the honeymoon stage. But you think they're endgame and will be like that forever. You wish you had a love like that. You're not looking for it now though, you know it'll come at the right time.

What stops Mingyu and Jungkook bickering is Jimin shouting that it's time for dessert. You laugh at your friends as they all make a grab for the tupperwares where your baked goodies are. You make good cookies. It's one thing you're proud of. You've made enough for everyone so you remind them of that. Still, it doesn't stop Jungkook and Jihyo from fighting over the last cookie. You only have a small piece for yourself. You have some extra back at your place, for you and for a certain someone who always asks for extra.

"You have more right?" Jungkook whispers from beside you. The others are busy eating and chatting away so they don't hear you both.

You smile and nod your head, too shy to say anything. You've always been like that with Jungkook—shy and speechless. Caught off guard. Even though you've been friends for a year and he's been nothing but nice to you. It's just the natural charm he has, which is why he has a lot of girls falling for him. You get them, even though you don't feel the same way.

Jungkook and you aren't as close as he is with Mingyu. But you're close enough that it's not weird to walk to class with him alone, or to grab coffee together before meeting up with your other friends.

Or for him to follow you right back to your apartment, trailing behind you like a puppy because he wants some cookies to take home.

"You going to the party later?" Jungkook asks as you're putting cookies in a ziplock bag.

"Mhm," you hum. "Not like I got a choice. Jimin said we all had to go or he'll leave the group chat."

Jungkook laughs with you. Jimin is dramatic like that but you both know he never means his threats.

"I can pick you up? I'll be in the area later anyway."

You laugh and roll your eyes at him. "Got another date, huh?"

Jungkook has the audacity to look shy, hand coming to scratch the back of his neck as he thinks of what to say.

"You know I don't date. But yeah, got some thing with some girl. She's in that English class we have together."

You hum in acknowledgment. You don't know which girl he's talking about but it's typical of Jungkook to say something of the sort. You all know he doesn't date. Doesn't believe in love or whatever. You're not really sure. But that's Jungkook and you all love him nonetheless. He's caring and observant, always looking out for his friends, but every boy must have a flaw.

His is not believing in love. You think it's a flaw because you do believe in love and believe that everyone is supposed to experience it. Not platonic love. Romantic love. Butterflies in your tummy, hand holding. All that shit.

Eventually Jungkook leaves your apartment with a ziplock full of cookies. He hugs you before you go which leaves you a little flustered, even though he says hello and goodbye with a hug always. He's cute, you can't help it.

You clean your apartment the whole afternoon, then study with the remaining time you have left while having dinner at the same time. Jungkook says he'll pick you up at 10pm and he's a pretty punctual person. You have an hour to get ready and you do just that. You think you've worn too many floral dresses this week so you change it up a bit by wearing jeans and a cute flowy top. It's still you, so you're happy.

You hear a knock on the door and open it right away, getting a little breathless at the sight in front of you. Jungkook's in all black, as usual, and he unbuttoned his polo almost halfway so you get a good view of his chest.

"Hi," he greets, leaning in automatically to hug you. He smells like fresh laundry with a hint of vanilla perfume. It's probably from the girl he was with earlier.

"Hey," you greet back.

"Ready to go?" he asks. You nod your head and lock your door. You notice him looking you up and down so you furrow your brows, suddenly conscious with what you're wearing.

"Is there something wrong, Kook?"

Jungkook seems to snap out of whatever thought he's in as he shakes his head. "No," he laughs. "Just noticed you're not wearing one of your usual dresses."

"Oh," you simply say. You feel your cheeks heating and there's nothing you can do to stop it. "Just wanted something different for tonight."

"It's nice," he says quietly, hands in his pockets as you both make your way to the party. Jungkook switches sides with you on the sidewalk, makes sure he's walking on the outside. It's a sweet gesture. It's something he always does so you're not phased.

The party is in full swing, loud music playing and people are already drunk. Jungkook doesn't leave your side till you see your other friends. You're three shots in when you finally spot Jimin.

"Hi!" Jimin slurs as he makes his way to you and Jungkook, pulling you both in for a hug. He smells like tequila and you can't help but cringe. "You guys are here!"

The three of you take another shot, per Jimin's request, before he drags you to the other side of the house to meet his friends. You lose sight of Jungkook after that. You don't really mind because you're having fun, dancing with Jihyo, playing beer pong with her, Mingyu and Jimin.

The fun lasts till you bump into Eunwoo.

See, you and Eunwoo dated for a while. Probably just for three months. He was such a gentleman, so sweet and caring, that you were absolutely blindsided when he decided to break things off.

It's been a month since then. You're kind of over it, but it's pretty hard to get over a guy like Eunwoo. Still, he walks up to you the moment he spots you in the crowded room. Makes some small talk. Stands too close.

"How are you doing lately?" He has to lean in to speak and you can't help but feel flustered.

"Been okay," you say simply. Don't want to update him about your life anymore. There's not really a point.

"Listen—" he starts to say.

"Babe!"

You take a step back in surprise, the voice is high pitched and shrilly and you don't recognize who it is. A pretty blonde girl walks up to Eunwoo, wraps her arms around his shoulders and plants a big fat kiss on his cheeks.

"Been looking everywhere for you," she purrs.

"Just talking to an old friend," Eunwoo says, and the girl finally looks at you.

"Oh, hi!" she slurs. Can smell the alcohol right off her. "Didn't see you there. My name's Binna, I'm Eunwoos' girlfriend." She sticks her hand out and you shake it, trying not to let your eyebrows raise in surprise. It's the fact she didn't ask for your name which puts you off.

"We've been dating for two months now," she continues to say.

Okay, now your eyebrows raise in surprise. Well. You know what that means and suddenly you can't breathe, chest constricting and hands turning clammy. You say a quick goodbye and run off to the other side of the house. You try to look for a room that's not locked nor occupied.

You and Eunwoo broke up. It's been a month. He's had a girlfriend for two months. Do the math. Do the math. Do the math.

Maybe Jungkook's right. Maybe love isn't real.

"Ugh," you groan, barging into a tiny and dark room. There are washing machines on one side and dryers in another. The silence helps you calm your nerves a little bit.

You weren't that upset over the break up, but now you kinda are. Can't believe you weren't good enough for Eunwoo. Can't believe he cheated on you. Can't believe you didn't notice it. Didn't even have a gut feeling.

"Okay," you say to yourself. "It's okay. Life goes on. He wasn't the one and that's okay." You down the drink you've been holding and cringe at the strongness of the alcohol. Mingyu makes the worst drinks, but it does the job.

Your peace is interrupted when the door to the laundry room suddenly opens, makes a loud sound as it slams against the wall, and in comes Jungkook.

He doesn't see you so he literally crashes into you since he's running inside the room. You would've fallen were it not for his quick reflexes, one hand going around your waist and the other behind your head to save you from bumping into anything.

"What the fuck, Jungkook?" you almost scream.

"What the heck are you doing here?" he says right back.

It's silent for a moment as you both look at each other. Eventually, you roll your eyes and step away from his hold, choosing to lean on one of the washing machines. "Long fucking story."

You watch him as he hops up to sit on one of the dryers. "Well, I've got time."

You look at him weirdly. "Why are you here anyway?"

He shrugs, swings his feet in the air. "Was running away from some girl. She was weird."

You laugh and shake your head. Typical Jungkook.

"And you?" he asks.

You sigh, looking down to pick at a loose thread of your top. "Bumped into Eunwoo. Met his girlfriend. They've been dating for two months."

"Oh," Jungkook breathes out. It's silent for a moment.

One, two, three, four, five, six—

"Oh?" he says again. "But you guys broke up last month?"

You look at him pointedly in reply, too scared to verbalize anything. He gets it though, could see the recognition on his face.

"Do you want me to punch him?"

You scrunch your nose in disgust. "Ew, no. Don't do that, Kook. I don't want to deal with him anymore. No point anyway."

"Cheating sucks," he mumbles. You nod in agreement. "S'why I don't date." It's a little tidbit he shares about himself and you try to mask your surprise. Jungkook doesn't share much about himself.

"Should probably do the same," you joke.

"But you always date," he laughs.

"I do not!"

"It's literally your thing!"

"Dating is not my thing, Jungkook!"

You bicker back and forth for a while, you don't even know what you're both talking about anymore. But laughing with Jungkook eases the heartache in your chest so you don't mind.

"I just think it'd be fun," he explains, "and it'll help you forget about that douchebag. I hope you don't think I'm forcing you. I'm really not," Jungkook explains, a smile gracing his face. "You don't even have to answer me right now. Or—"

"Let's do it," you say, interrupting Jungkook. His eyes widen and it makes you laugh. You don't think you've ever seen him look so caught off guard.

"Are you sure because—"

"Yes, Kook! Need some change in my life. Maybe I shouldn't date for a while. I've never done anything like this before, so I want to try." You nod to yourself in affirmation.

He shrugs at you. "It's just hooking up. No strings attached."

"No strings attached," you repeat. "Just a one time thing," you mumble as Jungkook walks to where you're standing.

"We can say stop anytime, ok?" Jungkook says. His lips are so close to yours that you can feel his breath. "Just tell me."

You nod your head in reply, too speechless and distracted by the fact that his lips are so close to yours. It feels so exhilarating, the thought of almost kissing someone like this. No romantic ties or whatsoever.

"Words, sweetheart."

"Yeah," you breathe out, licking your lips in anticipation.

"You're so cute," he giggles, leaning in even more to nudge his nose against yours.

"You gonna kiss me or what, Kook?" you complain instead, to hide the fluttering feeling of your chest.

"Are you that eager to kiss me?" he teases.

You've never talked to him this close, noses bumping into each other, lips so close you could feel it move when he talks. You don't sleep with people you're not in a relationship with, but you suppose now is a perfect time to do otherwise. Cheating does suck.

Jungkook finally leans in and presses his lips against yours. You shiver at first because the first thing you feel is the coldness of his lip rings. Then you shiver even more because his lips feel so damn soft against yours. You feel his tongue licking your lips, asking in silent permission to let him in, and you do so willingly without any fight in at all.

You hear him grunt against your mouth when you finally tangle your tongue with his, and you yelp in tiny surprise when he grips your waist and effortlessly lifts you up to sit you on the dryer behind. He shuffles between your legs and pushes himself closer to you if that's even possible. His hands start roaming your body—your legs, your waist, your back. You feel hot all over and you pull at his hair to try to ground yourself.

You can't help but pout when he leans back to take a breath of air, and you realize you're breathless as well. Jungkook laughs at your pouting form, mumbling a quiet cute which has you rolling your eyes at him again.

"You're so bratty," he laughs, his hands rubbing up and down your waist mindlessly. "Maybe next time I have to teach you a thing or two about having manners."

"Who says there's going to be a next time?" you joke, but you look Jungkook in the eyes and he looks serious.

It's his turn to roll his eyes. "Come here," he simply says, and you don't fight him anymore as he goes back to kissing you. You feel him tugging at your top. "Can I take this off, pretty?" he asks. You simply nod and he takes it off from you quickly, eyes blowing out at the sight of your bare chest.

"Wow," he breathes out.

"They're just tits, Kook," you simply say, but you can't help but feel your heart racing at the look he's giving you. Like he wants to eat you whole.

"But you have nice tits," he replies back, eyes not leaving your chest. You start getting self conscious all of a sudden, had never had a guy in this position stare at your body for this long. You start bringing your hands up to cover yourself.

"Hey," he tuts, frowning so heavily his cheeks are puffed out. "Don't need to hide. It's just me." He gently brings your hands down and smiles at you, which makes you giggle in return.

"Don't think we can take our time here though," you say after a while. "Has to be quick."

Jungkook nods to himself, picking up your discarded top only to put it back on you. You look at him confusingly. You thought he'd just agree to a quickie given the place you're both in.

"You're right," he says. "We can go to your place?" he asks you.

You're too stunned to speak so you nod your head and hop down from the dryer. Jungkook interlaces his fingers with yours and you both walk back into the party only to leave the house. You try to ignore the stares you're getting, or the people whispering to each other as you and Jungkook pass by them. You're glad you don't bump into your friends.

It's silent as you walk to your apartment, but it isn't awkward. You feel his thumb rubbing your hand in a comforting matter, and it erases all doubts you have in your head. You're just here to have fun.

Eventually you get inside your apartment and you squeal the moment the door closes behind you both, because Jungkook picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. Walks quickly to your bed and drops you on it, kneeling right between your legs.

"Hi," you breathe out.

"Hello to you too," he says with a playful glint in his eye. "Now where were we?"

"We stopped right here," you say, feeling brave all of a sudden as you remove your top and throw the clothing somewhere behind you.

Again, Jungkook stares at your chest and licks his lips. "Right," he whispers. Then he makes eye contact with you and the lust and desire is suddenly gone. "We can stop anytime, okay?" he repeats his statement from earlier. "Like just tell me anytime and—"

"I get it, Kook!" you laugh, moving your leg to nudge his ribs which makes him laugh as well. "I heard you the first time." You continue poking his tummy with your foot.

"Okay, okay!" He grabs your leg to stop it from moving, brings your foot in front of his face. "Even your feet are cute." Then in sheer horror, he places a tiny kiss on your big toe.

"What the fuck!" you scream, trying to get your foot out of his hold but he's too strong. "Do you have a foot fetish or something?" you say through your laughs.

He apologizes but he doesn't look sorry one bit.

"Can we fuck, Jungkook?" you whine.

"Okay!" He smiles at you as he leans over, saying nothing else as he finally kisses you again. His hand slithers up to cup your boob and your back automatically arches in response. Then Jungkook kisses your cheek, down your jaw to your neck, then encloses his lips around your nipple.

"Oh," you moan out. You tug his hair again—it helps keep you sane. "Feels good."

Jungkook continues sucking your nipple, his other hand playing with your neglected breast. "Gonna take the rest of your clothes off, okay?" he says against your skin.

"Please," you whimper.

He smiles at your pliant form. "Seems like you do have some manners."

You're too fucked out already to talk back, just simply watch him as he removes your jeans and underwear. He moves down the bed to be eye level with your cunt and places a gentle kiss on your clit.

"Kook," you whine. "Please."

"Since you asked so nicely," he mumbles. He flattens his tongue and licks from your hole up to your clit, enclosing his lips around your bundle of nerves and he sucks. Hard.

"That feels so good," you breathe out. You don't think a guy has ever given you oral this good. You might even pass out from the intense pleasure you're feeling. You get it now. You get why a lot of girls fall for him. Why a lot want to sleep with him. You don't care that in this moment, you're just like the rest of them.

(Or maybe you're not. Jungkook did say your friendship with him won't change.)

You feel him nibble slightly on your clit and it sends your eyes rolling back, hips meeting his mouth to practically hump his face.

"What the fuck," you moan out just as Jungkook slides one finger inside you, curling it instantly to look for the spot that'll drive you insane.

He finds it right away and you see stars. "Can I come?" you whisper. "Please, please." You don't care one bit that you sound so desperate right now, you just want to feel that release. Want to feel good. Want to let go.

Jungkook detaches his lips from your clit and smirks at you. "Go ahead, pretty girl. Want you to feel good."

You close your eyes and pull at his hair even harder. You're so close to climaxing that you barely hear Jungkook moaning.

"Fuck," you say out loud, finally reaching your release. You feel the pleasure at your center, then it spreads down to your legs and up to your arms, all the way up to your head that you feel a little dizzy. Jungkook doesn't stop fingering you, and you're not even embarrassed that you can hear how wet you are down there.

"Okay, okay," you finally whimper once you start feeling the oversensitivity. You nudge him with your foot and he places one last kiss on your cunt before sitting up.

"How was that?" he asks proudly. Were it not for the mind blowing orgasm you just received, you would've rolled your eyes at his smugness.

"Like I died and went straight to heaven," you hoarsely reply.

He rubs your leg soothingly. "Still wanna continue?"

You nod your head and he smiles at you, then starts removing his clothes. You watch him silently and thank yourself for saying yes, because what the fuck, Jungkook's built like a Greek god.

And his dick is so pretty, too. You don't think you've ever described a cock as pretty until today. It's thick and long, the tip just resting a little bit bellow his belly button. It's leaking a bit too, could already see the precum, and you rub your legs together at the thought that Jungkook found pleasure in eating you out.

He comes back to bed and places himself on top of you, muscled arms caging your face.

"You good, pretty?" he says while smiling down at you.

"Yeah," you breathe out, feeling his heavy cock resting on your thigh. "Wanna suck you, though."

Jungkook chuckles at you in reply, head bowing down to nip at your neck. "No can do, sweet girl. Gonna blow my load the moment you suck me. Swear."

You pout at him and are about to talk back when he cuts you off.

"I know you're pouting. It doesn't work if I don't see it," he says against your neck.

"Fine," you mumble and he laughs again, body so close to yours that you feel the rumble in his chest.

He presses his lips against yours once again. You're so lost in the kiss that you don't realize his hand has been sliding down your body, rubbing your clit gently only to insert two fingers inside you.

"Kook," you moan against his lips.

"Just wanna make sure you're stretched out enough."

You're getting so close to climaxing again, but it feels like Jungkook already knows your body so well. He withdraws your fingers right when you're about to come. Even has the audacity to look cheeky when you huff at the loss of his fingers. You watch him get a condom from the back pocket of his jeans as you catch your breath. He rolls it on his cock before joining you in bed again, and you easily part your legs for him.

"Gonna go slow, okay?" He brings a hand up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "If it's too much, just tell me."

"Okay," you simply say, and he starts pushing his cock inside you. It's a tight fit, that you can tell, especially the head as it's the biggest part. God, he's so big. But you take it like a champ anyway, try to even your breathing until he slides all the way in.

"Holy shit," he groans, head dropping to tuck it in the crook of your neck. "You feel so good."

You get him, you really do. Jungkook fills you up so well, it's perfect, and the longer you feel him inside the faster the pain subsides.

You start rubbing his back gently. "You can move now, Kook. It doesn't hurt."

"Gimme a sec," he moans, busies himself with kissing your face instead. "Seriously." He looks at you in the eyes, his doe ones all blown out. "I might not even last long, it's embarrassing," he huffs.

You giggle at him. "Don't worry about it, silly. There's going to be a next time, like you said."

He smiles down at you, dimple popping out and nose scrunching. "Good," he mumbles while leaning down to capture your lips in his. Finally, he starts moving his hips. Slowly at first, just so you both get a good feel of each other.

Then his thrusts start getting a little bit faster and you can feel him so deep, even deeper when he puts your legs over his shoulder.

"Yeah," he groans, mesmerized by the way your tits bounce at each thrust. "There definitely needs to be a next time."

"Please," you start begging again, not really sure what you're begging for. Jungkook just glides in and out so easily because you're so wet. You feel your stomach tensing along with your thighs and you just want to come so badly again. You hold Jungkook's face in your hands and pull him down to kiss him.

"Wanna come," you pant against his mouth. "Please, Kook. Need to—"

"I got you, pretty," he grunts. "Come for me, ok? Wanna hear your pretty moans. Wanna feel your little pussy tighten around my cock."

His words edge you on even more and before you know it you're climaxing for the second time. Your legs start to shake and you let a few tears out at the ecstasy.

Jungkook prolongs your orgasm by fucking you some more. It's pure bliss you feel as you lay beneath him, watching the way his eyebrows scrunch together, feeling the cool metal of his necklace hitting your chin in time with his thrusts.

"Coming," he moans out and he delivers one hard thrust, so hard that you feel the tip of his cock deep in your belly. "Fucking hell," he curses. He thrusts turn short and slow, up until he finally stops and collapses on top of you.

It's silent for a moment as the both of you catch your breath. It's not like you did anything out of the ordinary. Didn't even switch positions. But you've never felt pleasure like this before and you're pretty sure Jungkook feels the same.

He brings his head up to look at you, tired smile gracing his face. He looks so good like this, just tired and spent but happy. "Hi," he whispers.

"Hello," you whisper back. He leans down and kisses you again, but this time it's slow and gentle. Like he wants to savor the moment. He asks in between kisses if you're okay, if you're not hurt, if you enjoyed, and you reassure him each time.

He pulls your body against his and you lay your head on his chest, your breathing slowing down in time with his steady heartbeat. He rubs up and down your back soothingly and it makes your eyes feel heavy. You feel Jungkook turn his head to kiss at your hair, and it makes you snuggle into him some more.

"Wanna shower?" he asks against your forehead.

"Sure," you hum. But neither of you move. "Give me like a minute. I can't feel my legs, I think."

He laughs and pinches your sides. You wiggle in his hold and try to escape, but Jungkook just tightens his arm around you. "Fucked you pretty hard, huh?"

You roll your eyes even if he can't see you at the moment. "You're so cocky about it."

He doesn't say anything else as he kisses your forehead one last time, then sits up and drags you into the shower with him. He just hugs you from behind as you both stand under the showerhead, letting the warm water wake you both up. You were a bit nervous at first agreeing to shower with him, thinking it'd be awkward since the thought of showering with someone is intimate. But it's not. You both stay silent as you lather each other in your shower gel. Jungkook even asks if he can wash your hair and you lean against his shoulder as he massages your head.

When you're both clean, he leans in to kiss you. You get so lost in it that you let him have his way with you again. Pretty soon he's kneeling down on the bathroom tiles, mouth on your pussy and tongue flicking against your clit. You come quickly, tired and spent already from a while ago, and when he stands up to kiss you, you ask if you can suck him off. He says yes, and you find yourself on your knees this time. You learn soon enough that Jungkook's a head pusher. But he does it so gently. Maybe he's just as spent as you are. He comes pretty quickly as well, and you swallow it all up and smile at him after.

You both get dressed and are in bed again, right in his arms. Jungkook feels warm and sturdy but also soft. Your eyes start to close and you drift off to sleep.

Jungkook isn't beside you when you wake up the next morning. Instead, you find a note on your bedside table.

Have a lot to do today. Sorry I dipped. Didn't want to wake you.

-Jungkook

P.S. - I stole two cookies :D

#jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x oc #college jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook one shot #bts fanfic #fuckboy!jk #fuckboy!jungkook #mine #fic ooyg

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iron-rose-art · 1 month ago

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Have you seen the hex monty plush that's coming out who knows when.

HE'S GOT HIS BASS

And comes with a collectors card

Also quick question how do you feel about swamp monster monty, part of me wants him to kidnap me and put me in a nest he built.

OH! MY GOD NO I HAVEN'T SEEN THAT PLUSH AND I LOVE HIM

The plush looks so dorky and I love him and his lil bass. And I know Monty would argue he looks cooler than that pfft. And that trading card 👀🫴 I love that it's his chase "scene" in the beginning of SB

And swamp monster Monty that kidnaps you 👀👀👀 yes please

Sounds perfect for Halloween season tbh

(I didn't follow the prompt but I got inspired)

🐊 You're convinced to go camping with your friends even though you've never been someone that goes outdoors too much

🐊 Sure you love mother nature but you love her too much to step into her territory when you don't know shit in how to handle yourself. So you stick with your friend group, jokingly telling them to fuck off whenever they tease you when you jump from a weird noise outside.

🐊 But you swear you hear the deep bellows of something whenever you stray a little too far from the group to look into the large body of water you guys found. You swear you can feel something watching you. It's not human and you feel oddly comforted by the fact.

🐊 You're snapped out of whatever trance you've put yourself into whenever you hear a blood curling scream coming from your friends.

🐊 Your blood runs cold while your heartbeat is pounding in your ears. Your breathing is becoming heavier with every passing second, hands trembling as the signals in your brain to stay or go help try to fight for control.

🐊 Another scream and your body makes that decision for you. Running off pure instincts, you bolt back to where the group last was. A sturdy and hefty looking branch was picked up by you as you go back. Because you may not be much of a fighter, but damn will you go down fighting for your friends.

🐊 Gone from your mind was the thought of being watched. But it didn't forget about you

🐊 In fact, you going back to protect your "pack" solidified it in his head that he had to be by your side now. You were an intriguing little human and he wanted nothing more than to take you back to his nest. After helping you protect your pack, of course.

I went a little more horror movie trope. "Final girl" YN saving your friends from this weird ass killer in a yellow suit and getting help from Swamp Monster Monty and being all "you know what, after we get out of this, sure fuck it! Take me back to your nest!"

If y'all couldn't tell, this got away from me whoops!

Listen! I'm a big sucker for 'Im attracted to your looks but your actions made you hotter and now I'm down bad' and I feel like that fits Monty in any universe

#glamrock monty #monty gator x reader #montgomery gator #montgomery gator x y/n #monty gator fnaf #monty gator #monty fnaf #fnaf x reader #but yes he absolutely can kidnap me and take me to his nest ANY FUCKIN DAY

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sunshine-entertainment · 8 months ago

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I ask; your AU meets cannon; how would they react?

[Portal made by fazbear Entertainment bc who doesn't wanna meet an alternative version of yourself?]

[I also need lil' stars reaction to helpi being a different version of them]

[Some would get along, some wouldn't. The two suns would probably be a bit mean girls™️ twords each other]

[One of the best combos would be the bears (when our Freddy isn't asleep) as they are both really friendly, although I imagine a possible moment when Sunshine!Freddy might question why canon Freddy doesn't wear clothes.]

[Canon Monty might make ours a little nervous. Even if the swamp puppy is pretty big, he can still be intimidated.]

[No one tell Bonnie what happened.]

[Lil star and Helpi could get along. Especially when established that their brands are different enough that neither would be considered infringement on copyright (if in the same universe) although perhaps a little confused on why they look so diffrent compared to everyone else.]

[And so on and so on.]

[Bonus...]

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bloodandtime · 2 years ago

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exit light, enter night

cw: fem!reader, there’s a lil slightly like squint and you’ll see it angst, fluff, probably eddie being way smoother than he actually is, plus size!reader, kind of insecure!reader but not like self deprecatingly so, uh weed smoking, happy ending :) suuuuuper self indulgent:) also eddie didn’t d*e cause this song came out in ‘91. oh and i have never worked at a vinyl shop so… i went off straight vibes lol

Enter Sandman is ringing through the store as you step in.

“Munson!”

A headful of curls spring up from behind the counter, brown doe eyes wide and anxious as they meet yours, he knows he’s playing the music too loud.

“Hey, sweet thing.” he says as lowers the volume.

Floorboards creak as you make your way to the back room. You can hear Eddie’s boots stomp behind you.

“Eddie, I’ve told you to stop calling me that,” you sigh, shrugging your coat off.

He’s leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, leather jacket under his battle vest, black jeans and combat books sit on his frame. Like they’re made for him.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he says with a wink.

Embarrassed at being caught, heat creeps up your neck. You groan and shoulder bump him out of the way, trying to ignore how solid he is under those layers.

His laughter follows you to the register.

“Is it just us today?”

He hops up on the back counter. chain jingling as he gets comfortable. He smiles, and it’s sticky sweet.

“Sure is, sweethea-OW.”

He glares as he rubs the spot on his forehead where the pen you threw at him hit.

“Stop flirting with me and work!”

He jumps down from the counter and exaggeratedly looks around the… empty store.

“Yeah, we sure are swamped. How will we ever make it till close?” comes his sarcastic drawl from your side.

You guess the snowstorm outside is keeping customers at home. It’d be a nice evening… if Eddie wasn’t here.

Honestly, he’s fine. It’s more of a you problem. You can’t keep focused when he’s around, and you think he might have caught on. Eddie takes any and all opportunities to flirt with you.

You figured he did that to everyone, not wanting to read too much into it but the only other person he flirts with consistently is Steve.

Sarcasm is how you deflect Eddie’s advances, even though he flirts with just you (and Steve) it’s hard to not think about how he might be fucking with you.

Mess with the fat girl, lead her on, it’s funny. Let her think she has a chance and tear it away from her and laugh at the thought of her thinking anyone would like her.

Ugh, I’m not a teenager anymore, you’d think I’d be past these insecurities by now.

You scrub a hand down your face and sigh, trying to shake yourself out of that toxic thought cycle that’s so easy to fall into.

“You okay?”

Eddie’s still beside you at the register, now leaning against the back counter. He’s staring, brows furrowed.

Despite yourself, you shoot him a soft smile. That catches him off guard, you’re always so quick to the defense.

“Yeah, Eddie. I’m all good, just tired.” you sound it, voice rough.

Before he can ask anything else, you tell him you’re going to work on the returns from this week and get started organizing the vinyl before close.

You’re off to the back before he can even open his mouth, which honestly is impressive. That boy can talk.

It takes about an hour to finish up returns and you shuffle back to the front, shocked to see Eddie has already started organizing.

“Oh shit, tha-,” you’re cut off to Eddie jumping half a foot in the air and yelping out in surprise.

You bite your lip to stop your laugh but it doesn’t stop the shit eating grin that spreads across your face.

He points at you, cheeks flushed, “Don’t.” he says with a finger pointed at you.

You can’t help the giggle that escapes and Eddie’s eyes soften, happy to see you’re smiling. Even if it is at his expense.

“I was going to say thank you for starting to organize, I’ll start from the other end of the store and we can meet in the middle.”

He nods, a sweet smile on his face. Before you get lost in his dimples you busy yourself with vinyl.

It’s been another hour and a half and everything is in its rightful place. Both you and Eddie are sitting on the back counter, shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh.

No one has come in during your entire shift and there’s another two hours before close and the snow still hasn’t stopped.

Eddie leans his head back and lets out a loud groan, “I’m soooooo bored, why can’t we just close?”

He peaks down at you, slumped at his side. He follows the shape of your eyes down the slope of your nose to your lips.

“I know a way we could pass our time,” he blurts out, unable to stop himself. He’s still staring at your lips.

You look up and meet his amber eyes, his gaze more intense than you’re used to. You want to squirm, he’s looking at you like he wants to devour you whole.

“Oh yeah? What should we do?” you bump his shoulder, and he shakes his head and the moment is gone.

He pulls a joint out of his pocket, and your jaw drops.

“I’m not smoking weed at work, Edward!” your voice going up an octave.

He snickers as the horror stricken look on your face.

“Hey, come on. No one has come in and no one will. I’m surprised if we’ll even be able to leave.”

You’re still hesitant, he’s not wrong but you’d rather not get caught.

“Fuck it,” you slap your hands on your tight covered thighs, jumping down your skirt flounces back into place, Eddie tries and fails not to stare, “so where we doing this?”

He hops down beside and gives you another smile, pleasantly surprised you’re going along with this.

“Come on, I’ll show you my spot.”

He runs to the front door to lock it, he makes his way back to you to throw an arm around you to take you to the back.

You don’t fight him, to his surprise. You maybe even lean in a bit, he’s enjoying the contact too much to tease you though.

Turns out his spot is just a covered porch at the back of the record shop, you snag your coat on the way.

“Oh Fuck Me it’s cold,” you gripe as you step outside, the wind whips snow outside the porch, you can’t even see five feet in front of it.

“Shit, maybe you’re right, we wont be able to leave.” you worry, pulling your coat tighter around you, leanings closer to Eddie.

Eddie pulls you closer, relishing in the contact. He doesn’t know why you’re being so nice tonight but he’s not complaining.

“Worst case, you can come with me. The van drives just fine in the snow.” he exhales the first drag, you try not to stare and fail.

He hands the joint to you, your fingers already frozen. As you take a hit you register what he just offered. Now you’re coughing and not just because of the joint.

“Slow down it’s not going anywhere,” he says through a light laugh as he softly rubs your back.

“Did you just offer to take me home with you?”

It’s his turn to cough, and your turn to pat his back. You repeat his words back to him and he gives you a half hearted glare, a smile tugging at his lips.

“I was being gentlemanly and you’re the one making it dirty, I’ll have you know.” he reprimands, wagging his finger at you.

He takes another drag and passes it back, your fingers brush and it’s a shot of electricity up your arm.

The weed is definitely taking effect.

Eddie can’t take his eyes off the way your lips wrap around the joint, right where his lips had just been. An indirect kiss.

You’re quiet when you speak next, after handing him the shrinking joint.

“You’ve got to stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Being so kind to me. Makes me get my hopes up even though I know it doesn’t mean anything.”

The wind whistles around you while Eddie and you stare at one another.

You feel his arm pull away from you, and you’re convinced this is it as you look away so he won’t see you cry. He’s going to tell you sorry and he’s not interested. You can handle it, it’s not the first rejection you’ve faced.

You can’t look at him though, tears sting, threatening to fall.

“Hey,” he whispers, softer than you’ve ever heard him, “look at me, please.”

His hands find your cheeks, warm against your wind-chapped skin. Joint long forgotten as he tilts your head to look at him.

“It means something. It does, to me, it does. I’ve liked you since I started here. It’s not a joke and I’m sorry I’ve made you feel this way,” he pauses, his thumbs softly graze the tops of your cheeks.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.” you whisper.

You and Eddie Munson have your first kiss in a snowstorm, freezing cold and perfect.

#YAHTZEE #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x plus size!reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x chubby!reader #eddie munson x chubby reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson headcannons #eddie munson headcannon #stranger things x yn #stranger things blurb #stranger things headcannon #stranger things x plus size reader #stranger things x reader #gabby writes #this is VERY VERY sulf indulgent i hope someone else likes it cause i really do and if u dont pls dont let me know lol #i wrote this months agooooo

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brisksunrise · 18 days ago

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Casey was a town sheriff in the mid 1800's who strongly believed in the ideas of justice and helping those in need, wishing to do all he could for the people around him. One day, however, he chased some criminals into the nearby swamp and bit off more than he could chew.

Fatally wounded and left for dead, Casey lamented over his inability to truly live up to his dreams, and wished that he could have one more chance to do what he believed in, to still help people and protect those in need. He didn't want to go out like this.

Within his final moments, he would be visited by a fairy, offering him another chance, to be able to help those around him and carry on with his desire of justice.

Casey would accept, and soon find himself transformed into a young pumpkin-headed magical girl. Casey's horse, which lay near death as well, became transformed as well, once again able to be Casey's trusty steed.

Casey had become the Fairy Hero known as Phantom Rider Lil' Pumpkin

#Magical Girl #Headless Horseman #Sleepy Hollow #Brisk My Art #art #drawings #drawing

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small-sinclair · 1 year ago

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A dabble for @crumb because you wanted some Lester Sinclair fics.

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Rocking back and forth in his rocking chair on the porch with a mug of tea and honey. Silently, he watched the rain fall down and listened to it hit the tin roof. He takes in the sweet smell of rain and of the swamp around him, feeling relaxed.

“Dada!” A little boy called out. Lester turns in time to pick up his son and sit him on his lap. He wore too big of a rain hat and rain boots with fronts on them. His son giggles. “Rain! Rain!”

“That’s right, lil frog,” Lester said with a bright smile. “That’s rain.”

His son looks out at the swamp and curls into his father. He feels his heart melt around his son as he kisses his forehead. “Did Mama sent ya?”

He nods, his eyes looking at the rain with awe. “Yep! She saids you hav’ta wash!”

From behind, he hears his new baby girl crying through the screen door. He glanced behind him and he feels his heart stop. He sees you, his beautiful wife, rocking the child back and forth. You glance up and smile at him. To him, this was his world, his reality.

“Okay, let’s go wash up, froggie!” Lester hugged his son tighter because he didn’t want to let go. Not just yet. “I promise I’ll always love ya, Anthony.”

“I love you, too, Dada.” His hugs him tightly as they watch the rain together.

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Lester jerks his head up and looks around the room. He’s alone in his empty bed, Jonesy at his feet. He could hear the static in the rain on his roof as he lays back on his bed. He grips his blankets as tears started to fall.

You weren’t there. You haven’t been there for three months. So… why? Why can’t you let him sleep for once? Leave his mind alone for a single night so he could just sleep! He hates you. He loves you. He wants needs you.

Oh, how sweet his nightmares could be.

#lester sinclair #lester sinclair x you #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x y/n #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #house of wax (2005)#house of wax fanfiction #house of wax fanfic #lester sinclair imagines #lester sinclair house of wax #slasher fanfiction #slasher imagines #slasher

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one-thousand-cherrytrees · 3 months ago

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"Senshi, Fetch another round"

Day 6: Drinks / Bartender Au / Family

(title from Brandy (You're a Fine Girl) LMAO) The night life rages on, patrons coming and going from a very popular bar, as the rush never stopped. Senshi managed to not get swamped as he started to clean the glasses behind the bar, keeping an eye on the remaining patrons, including a regular who always sat at the bar. From what he told Senshi, he became a regular once his wife left due to his lack of emotional communication, and that was all when he was drunk enough to let his walls down. Senshi never caught his name though, he knew his daughters names and maybe his wife’s, but not the sad drunk regulars. He watched the poor man stare down his glass, debating on speaking up because he grew concerned for him. “Excuse me sir” Senshi asked politely, walking closer to the patron at the bar, The patron looked up, a glassy look in his eyes, like he was prepared to be ushered off. “Yeah?” he drunkenly replied, looking back down his glass and then up at Senshi. “I know I shouldn’t step in but, I never learned yer name” “Chilchuck” Chilchuck replied, “Now, how much do I owe you?” Chilchuck replies, as he starts to look for his wallet. “This isn’t about yer tab, at least not yet” Senshi chuckles, Chilchuck sighs, “Thanks, I guess”, he started to fidget as the silence started to kick in, with some terrible country rock song playing softly through the bars speakers. “Ye don’t normally do anything else?” Senshi asks, putting the glass he was cleaning a bit too long away, “Nope, get home from work, get changed and head here” The other sighed, sobering up, which he didn’t like. Senshi took his glass and started cleaning it, “I mean, if yer not busy some night, I would like to talk sometime”. Chilchuck laughed a lil, it was full of a spark he was missing, “I wouldn’t be opposed” “Sounds like a good deal to me” Senshi smiled, maybe this is what ales him.

#potsnpicksweek2024 #chilchuck tims #senshi of izganda #chilshi #pots n picks #dungeon meshi

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saberlight1 · 1 year ago

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i know you are probably swamped with requests but i just wanna talk about nat x reader x lottie…. like the attention you’d get from both of them. being sandwiched in between them at night. lottie telling nat to take extra care of you when you both go hunting because she’s scared something might happen

OHHHHHH. YESYEYSYEYSYSYSYSYS LOTTIENAT OHRJSIJFMEHGS

my apologies i love them both sm i cannot DESCRIBE IT

anyways yesyesyes i love this request lottienat would be the perfect poly and i stand by this. lottie who is very optimistic with natalie who tends to rationalize would be the perfect balance. both girls love you very very much and are your sole protectors.

when natalie takes you hunting, lottie is extremely worried, making you both do many ritualistic things before you go, even making you wear van’s bone necklace paired with the others she had already made you. she cannot stand the thought of you getting hurt, and while she knows natalie can protect you, it doesn’t stop her mind wondering to the worst possible scenario.

natalie will only laugh at her, telling her that shes overthinking and that you both will be perfectly fine. (she doesn’t care though, you will most definitely catch her murmuring to the wilderness to watch over you both). and you’ll also catch her subtly pulling nat aside and whispering in her ear (shes telling her that if you get hurt in any way that she’ll summon jackie’s ghost to haunt her)

hunting with nat… KEHSOEHDJXUSJ

good lord i love this woman. anyways if you dont know how to shoot, you bet she will be pulling you aside, teaching you until she deems you are ready to come with her. oh i can just imagine her being much more touchy than needed, her hands all over you, claiming that you aren’t holding the gun right after she’s repeatedly moved you into different spots, just using it as a excuse to touch you.

and when she finally does take you out there, you both have the time of your lifeeeeeee. she makes it so fun, you don’t know how but she had always managed to lift your mood if needed. shes just a lil gay who wants to make you smile and hold you and protect you and she will do just that especially while hunting. she’ll be so proud of you when you kill you first animal, a smile on her face as she throws her arms around you, telling you over and over how proud she is.

and when you two come home with food, lottie is already waiting on the front porch, her foot nervously tapping against the ground as her fingers fidget with nat’s ring that was on her index finger. when she sees the pair of you, she is immediately running to you, bringing both of you into her arms as she leaves kisses on both of your faces. she is so cute omg i cannot.

and when you all go to sleep you can 1000% bet that you all permanently have dibs on the attic (sorry shauna we kicked you out) lottie sleeps on your left, spooning you from behind while she rests her cheek on your shoulder. nat sleeps on your right, the pair of you face to face with her head nestled in the crook of your neck. or some nights lottie will just hold you, nat as well. sleeping with them would deadass be paradise omg

anyways i know i got carried away with this but idc i love lottienat they are my babies!!!!! thank you for this i will take any excuse to talk about them i swear. send me more lottienat things!!! i love writing about them

much love to you all!

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cirqueduroyale · 6 months ago

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Doll tour!

Back in February, "Doll collection tour" was an option on the anniversary poll. Some of you asked for the dolls but I forgot.

Anyway, I finally cleaned my office and my birthday is tomorrow, let's see them dolls (I'm not going to name all of them):

Here are the Cirque girlies I customized.

Claudette Sr. in the front. Quinn, Penelope, Red, Claudette, Cactus Queen and Flower Queen in the front with Rosalind Flower Princess in the back, and Java Chip hanging out on the bookshelf.

Be warned. It's a loooong post.

My personal desk:

Lil guy Corner:

My work desk and bookshelf:

President Barbie in the AMC Barbie movie tie-in popcorn convertible. Nothing bad has ever happened to a president riding in a convertible, has it? 🤔

Now the doll shelf:

The American Girl dolls belonged to my grandmother. Obviously, I had to take them when she passed. I change their outfits for the seasons. They're next to Halle Bailey Ariel and gymnast Staci. Gymnast Staci was my favorite doll when I was little and I happened to find one in perfect condition on ebay(for pretty cheap, too).

The Swamp Princess Honey Swamp sisters!

The Michael Jackson doll belonged to my older sisters and my niece took Sunset's head off and cut her hair...

And the corner chair:

And Last, the acrobat doll that I bought at a fair from a local artist. She's hanging up in the living room.

Thank you for looking at my dolls. I know I wasn't all that detailed, so feel free to ask about any of them if you have questions.

#doll collector #doll tour #doll collection #dolls #ooak doll #idk why these pictures are so blurry #misc #ignore the boxes

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headincloudsmindingutter · 2 months ago

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A Few Ways to Touch (pt 3)

Rogue/ Gambit smut.

(Protected sex-the ever forgotten dental dam, fingering, oral f receiving, spanking, toys, dirty talk, dom/sub, pleasure dom Gambit, praise kink, light bondage, mutual pining, quiet love confessions)

Gambit was plotting something devious, Rogue could tell, she could always tell, what the plan was she was not privy to, but she could tell something was going on.

Remy’s objective was simple: fuck Rogue senseless (the greater objective was to make her his wife but one step at a time). The nights he had spent with her gave him ideas he couldn’t get out of his head. Ideas that required him to get thin rubber gloves, a soft rope, a multitude of toys, and dental dams. He couldn’t touch her skin, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t drive her crazy in bed.

“Whatchu plannin’ over there, Cajun?” Anna raised her brow as she caught him staring at her

“Spend de night wit’ me an’ y’can find out all de things Remy been plannin’ for you chère.” He winked.

“You wish, swamp rat.” She turned to leave, as she sipped her tea but he got in her way.

“Oh, y’ know Remy got all kinds’a wishes ‘bout you, Rogue.” He smiled at her “I think y’already know a few of them, non?” He cocked his head playfully. “But t’night not ‘bout Gambit’s wishes, chère.” He put his hand to her waist and stroked it with his thumb “s’ about yours.”

“An’ what would you know ‘bout mah wishes, huh Cajun?” She was playing sassy but she knew that whatever he had planned would be exactly what she wanted, exactly what she needed. Gambit smiled, he knew it was all part of the game they were stuck playing. Push and pull, dancing around each other, never really stopping to discuss the rules or when it would end.

“Don’ tell me y’ forgot already! Rogue told Gambit all kinds’a things she want done t’ her.” He pushed his hand behind her so he could grasp and knead at her ass. “But mostly chère, I think you wanna feel good. S’let Gambit make y’feel good, no?”

“Fine, butcha better live up t’ your word, Cajun.” Anna poked his chest before finally leaving the kitchen, making sure to sway her hips as Remy watched her leave.

The mansion was quiet and dark when Anna knocked on Remy’s bedroom door, heart racing in anticipation for whatever he had planned for her. She expected him to be shirtless and getting ready for bed and to her disappointment he stood before her in a long sleeve shirt.

“Bon soir, mon amour.” He gestured his hand to urge her inside before quickly shutting the door behind him and kissing Anna’s clothed shoulder.

“So, whatcha got planned for ‘lil ol me?” She put her arms over his shoulders

“So impatient mon chèrie.” He grabbed at her ass

“You like that, huh?” She raised her brow and smirked

“That you’re impatient? Oui just a bit.”

“No” she laughed “I meant that ya like grabbing mah ass.” She slid her hands down his chest.

“Ya got no idea how much I like it chère.”

“No? Well maybe y’could show me?”

“Mm. Gambit gon’ show you all kinds’a things tonight. Lay on de bed.”

“Make me.” She challenged him, and Remy LeBeau loved a challenge.

“Feelin’ bratty, Anna? D’ya know what happens to bratty girls amour?” He moved his hands from her ass to her hips

“Nope.” She smirked, but his grin was Cheshire.

“Bratty ‘lil girls get punished, chère.” He picked her up by the waist and gently tossed her onto the bed.

“How y’ gonna punish me, sugah?” She giggled as she watched him open the drawer next to the bed and pull out a pack of disposable rubber gloves that he slid onto his hands.

“Oh y’ gonna find out how, first you need to get outta those clothes.” She obeyed quickly, pulling her clothes off and tossing them to the floor. “Oh now y’ wanna be good for Remy, huh?” He smiled at her, she tried not to think about how the look in his eyes was filled more with love than lust.

“That mean I get let off with a warnin’ instead ah punishment, sir?”

“Nice try chère, y’ not gettin’ off dat easy.” He sat on the bed and patted at his lap with a raised brow. “C’mere and lay ‘cross Gambit’s lap, ma belle.”

She crawled toward him, making a show if it all before she layed face down on his lap and looked up at him waiting for instructions, but before she could ask what he wanted to do to her she felt his gloved hand come down on her ass causing her to yelp.

He ran his hand over the offended area before slapping the other side, this time Rogue held back her cries. He spanked her again and again til she was certain her ass was red and he was certain she’d feel it the next day.

His hand dipped between her legs and he ran is finger along her seam, slowly rubbing circles over her clit before landing one final spank to her voluptuous ass.

“Y’ like dat, huh chère? Mon diu, yer already dripping for me ain’t ya?” Once again he tossed her onto the pillows, “hands above y’head amour. Das it, good girl.” He used the rope to tie her hands to his bed frame, they both knew she could break them if she wanted, thar she was in control. He pushed her knees to her chest and used longer pieces of rope to tie her legs to keep them bent and spread.

He opened the small mini fridge in the corner of the room and came back with a single ice cube in gloved hand.

“Whatcha plannin’ to do with that sugah?” She raised a brow and he smiled before he ran it along her lips and down her chin to her chest where he circled it over her nipples, making her shiver and whine. When he saw goosebumps form he moved the cube down her stomach to her clit, holding it there before running it up and down her bare leg.

She watched him reach into a box in the bedside drawer and removed a small packet. “Y’know what dis is, Anna?” She shook her head and he got close to her ear and whispered “dis how I’m gonna eat that pretty pussy ah yours.” He pinched at one of her nipples before lowering his head between her thighs.

She gasped as his tongue ran up her seam and circled her clit. She kept her eyes on him as he slid his dental dam covered tongue inside her, she wanted to pull him closer, but all she could do was pull on her bindings and grind against his face, a move that did not go amiss by Gambit who lifted his face up with a smile

“You like dat, chère?”

“Yes, fuck yes Remy.” Despite the praise she sounded whiny and needy.

“Y’need more, Anna?” He rubbed her clit slowly “More ah Remy’s tongue or soemthin’ else?”

“Anythin! I need ya to touch me Remy, please.” She yanked at her bonds and thrusted her hips against his hand. Part of Gambit wanted to make her beg, to stop touching her and make her whine more, but Anna had waited long enough to feel good, to be touched.

He pressed his tongue over the dental dam to her clit and pushed one finger inside her, slowly thrusting in and out, keeping his eyes on her to gauge her reactions.

Her chest was heaving, her arms flexing, trying not to break the bonds he put around her wrists, brows creased together, eyes hooded and mouth agape, white and brown hair messy around her face. Remy felt his cock twitch at the sight, and pushed a second finger inside her, speeding up his pace. Rogues back arched and she yelled Remy’s name in a broken moan.

“Y’like dat chère? Like m’ fingers deep inside ya’ tight, drenched pussy?” She only moaned as an answer but he felt her tighten around his fingers. How he longed to feel her tighten around his cock. To throw her legs over his shoulders and push his cock as deep as it could reach inside her, to fuck her nice and hard and make her cum again and again around him.

He freed his cock from his pants and switched the hands he used to finger her, he raised the gloved hand to his mouth and licked her juices from the latex.

“Fuck chère. Y’ taste delicious.” He groaned and stroked his cock with the glove covered in his saliva and her cyprine. He continued lapping at her through the dental dam while he pushed his fingers faster inside her, curling them upward on the in stroke.

“Just like that please! Fuck feels so good Remy. I’m so close please.”

“Y’gonna cum for me, chère? Gambit wan’ watchu cum Anna, cum on m’ fingers for me.” He sucked on her clit through the thin sheet of latex and watched as Anna Marie came undone. Head thrown back, eyes clenched shuts hair layed like a messy halo around her head, hands pulling on her binds as she ground against his face. After a moment she let out a breathy exhale and opened her green eyes to see Remy staring at her with a small smile. He couldn’t help but marvel at how sensitive she was.

“Gahdamn Sugah. Fuck.”

“Y’enjoy dat chère?” He stroked her thigh slowly

“I think you know just how much ah enjoyed that, Cajun.”

“Mm Remy had a feelin’… y’ready f’more mon amour?” There was that devious glint in his eyes again.

“More?! What exactly are ya plannin’ to do t’me, Gambit?” She cocked a brow at him as he pulled open the bedside drawer again and pulled out a vibrator wand and a dildo.

“Told ya chère,” he started slowly rubbing her clit again “Gambit teach ya all kinds’a things, if ya ask nicely.” He sped up his circles on her clit “So whatcha say Anna? Y’ gonna be a good girl an’ ask nice,” He moved his other hand to pinch her nipple and roll it between his gloved fingers. “Or are you gonna be a bratty ‘lil girl dat need more punishment?”

She mumbled something as he pinched at her clit. “Words chère. Y’gonna be good for Remy?”

“Gonna be good f’ you.” Anna whimpered. “Please make me feel good Remy.”

“Ç’est bonne fille mon amour.” He pushed his thumb he’d been touching her clit with between her parted lips and onto her tongue to taste herself “Such a good girl for me.” He untied her wrists and used the remaining rope to tie the vibrator to her leg, making sure it held pressure on her clit.

He turned the wand to its lowest setting and watched her brows crease and mouth fall open as she let out a sound somewhere between a moan and sigh. She was writhing in pleasure already, he could have let it be and she would have cum but he wanted to push her. To make her cum harder than she had before.

He put a generous amount of lube on the dildo and slowly pushed it inside her, admiring the way she stretched, she would stretch so nicely around his cock, he twitched at the thought and stroked himself faster.

“Fuck! So big.” She groaned and pulled on the sheets

“If y’ think dis big den ah don’ know how Remy gon fit inside y’tight lil’ cunt, chère.” He pushed the dildo as far inside her as it would go “Mark m’words Anna Marie, Remy gon’ find a way t’ touch ya.” He pulled the dildo out pistoned it back in and out of her.

“Please ah need you t’ touch me, Remy.” He couldn’t say no to that, he could never say no to her. He turned the vibrator up to its highest setting and used the hand that had been stroking himself to play with her breasts. After a moment he lightly ran his fingers down her sternum and up the side of her ribs making her shiver and sharply inhale.

Gambit ran his gloved fingers everywhere he could reach, he wanted Rogue to feel his touch everywhere, to enjoy the feeling of fingers, even gloved ones, on her skin. It only took a couple minutes more of him fucking her with the dildo before her toes curled, her back arched, her eyes screwed shut and brows furrowed together while she cried out Remy’s name as her body spasmed.

He untied her legs so she could stretch them out. Rogue layed on Gambit’s bed, chest still heaving and eyes shut. “S’not fair… wanna touch yah too.” She said quietly as she opened her eyes to look at him.

“Don’ worry ‘bout Remy chère, dis all ‘bout you.” He tucked his member away and sat beside her and put his gloved thumb over her lips and kissed his knuckle. He ran his thumb over her lips and gave her a small but genuine smile “Told ya Anna, Remy gonna find a way t’ touch ya. Gonna find a way to kiss those pretty lips when we’re not in danger.” He moved his hand down to hers and intertwined their fingers, stroking her hand with his thumb. “Gonna find a way to hold your hands every day.”

“An’ if yah can’t find a way t’ touch me?” Anna was scared of the answer, but she had to ask, they had to set boundaries on their game.

“Den Remy’ll still be here, chère. Remy not goin’ anywhere. Promise.” He wanted to say he loved her, that she was his world and he would stay with her forever but he didn’t want to push too much, didn’t want her to pull away.

He layed on the bed next to her, only the skin from his neck up exposed to her. He gestured for her to scoot closer to him “C’mere chère, let m’ hold yah for a while.” She slid into his arms and rested her head on his clothed chest, listening to his heartbeat as he held her close.

They stayed tangled in eachothers arms for a while til Anna woke in the middle of the night, wrapped in Remy’s arms and in his blankets as he slept beside her. She wanted to stay, but it was safer to go back to her room where there was no chance she’d suck the energy from him by accidentally touching him in her sleep.

She carefully slipped out of bed so as not to awake Gambit, she looked for her discarded clothes in the dark room and slid them on. She went next to the bed where Gambit slept and kissed the top of his head and quietly whispered “I love yah Rem.” and as quiet as a mouse she crept out out Gambit’s room and walked down the quiet hallway back to her own.

Remy LeBeau layed bed with a smile on his lips. His bed smelled like her, he’d made her come undone, but most importantly: she loved him too… and that was enough for now.

#gambit smut #remy lebeau smut #romy #rogue x gambit #x men #smut #fanfic

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