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igbylicious · 1 year ago

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knockout [woosan x reader]

pairing: woosan x f reader

rating: 18+

genre: smut, bouncy mv au, friends with benefits

summary: Wooyoung invites you to play with San after he wins his latest match.

wc: 4k

warnings: fighter San, manager Wooyoung, threesome, consensual somnophilia (San is the one asleep), van sex, blow job, hand job, spit kink, face-sitting, cunnilingus, face-fucking, choking on cock, cumplay (eating and sharing), dirty talk, San has bruises, they use the pet names ‘baby’ and ‘good girl’ for reader, reader wears a dress, established Woosan, San is whiny while he sleeps but gets cocky when awake, Wooyoung is a mischievous lil’ shit (affectionate) the whole way through

a/n: my first ateez fic! please consider a like/reblog if you like it (❁´◡`❁)

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Your phone buzzes late at night, and you already know who it is before looking. You tear yourself away from the TV and check your messages, where you find a selfie from Wooyoung.

His hair is getting longer, pushed back with sunglasses resting on top of his head. (Even though it’s already dark out. Poser.) He wears a black-and-white shirt with a busy pattern and just one button too many undone, a heavy silver necklace around his neck. But all of that is just a sideshow to the main point of the selfie; Wooyoung is winking cheekily at the camera, holding up a big wad of cash. San won the match.

does this mean takeout is on you guys next time? you text him. After a brief pause you add, also congratulations i guess

(But the dismissive tone is just for show, riling each other up a natural part of your relationship with Wooyoung. You’re smiling as you press send, knowing how much a win means to him and San, how hard they work for it.)

Your phone buzzes again. you should join us

for takeout?

idk about takeout but there’s definitely a meal in it for you 😏😜😘🍆💦

You can’t decide whether to grin or roll your eyes at the message and its string of emojis at the end. Lazily you send a text back that you’d love to, but you don’t even know where the hell they are. Those shady underground fighting rings constantly disappear and pop up all over the place, always moving around. Just like San and Wooyoung.

A new message appears on the screen. dw abt it, we’ll come to you. are you in?

Excitement sparks through you as you send Wooyoung an affirmative text back. Guess their dingy van hasn’t fallen apart yet.

It’s been a strange on-and-off thing between you and San and Wooyoung; you lose touch when they’re far away to chase after profitable matches, and you reconnect whenever they’re close by. Just a consequence of their lifestyle, but you don’t mind. Good friends like San and Wooyoung are hard to find, and you’re happy to have them — and to be had — when they’re brought back into your life.

This thing has been going on long enough that usually you don’t even bother dressing up for them anymore but hey, it’s a special occasion, right? So you slip on some lacy panties and wiggle into a cute dress, and do a quick check in the mirror to make sure you’re looking at least halfway decent. (Not too much fuss. Wooyoung did text you in the middle of the night, after all.)

Just when you’re satisfied with your slapdash look, your phone buzzes again.

You pick up the phone, expecting a text from Wooyoung to say he’s here — but that’s not all he sent you. An added photo loads, and your eyes widen to see San conked out on the bench seat of the back of the van. He’s sitting with spread legs and his head lolled back, mouth slightly hanging open, wearing a dirty white tank top and a smattering of bruises across his tanned skin. His dark hair is a mess, pretty lips set in a natural pout while he sleeps.

Immediately, a fresh buzz of excitement surges through you. There is a whole new layer of thrill to this invitation now.

You eagerly head out to find Wooyoung has parked their shitty van right in front of your building. He’s waiting for you with a bright grin and puts his finger to his lips to indicate you have to be quiet, before he lifts the tailgate door open, yellow light spilling out from inside.

His sunglasses have disappeared somewhere between making a selfie and your arrival, saving him a roasting from you. He gives your dress an appreciative once-over, and casually kisses your cheek as a greeting, resting his hand on the small of your back. His good mood is incredibly obvious, fingers brushing against the top of your ass.

With Wooyoung’s hand ‘assisting’ you, you carefully clamber inside the van, avoiding the messy clutter while Wooyoung follows. He shuts the door behind you.

Dark curtains give you some measure of privacy. There’s trunks and bags stuffed with their possessions strewn about, a few food containers from old take-out. You also note the neat piles of money sitting right on top of a thick ledger that Wooyoung uses for their accounting. Despite all his antics, he’s actually pretty responsible with money. He knows that he has to be, never sure when they’ll get their next win.

(You suspect they run a few other less-than-legal stints on the side, but neither seems too keen on making that their main gig.)

And then there is San, sitting right where the picture showed him. Still fast asleep, the back of his head resting against the van partition. Wooyoung must’ve been real careful driving here.

“Look how tired,” Wooyoung murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. “He worked so hard today, I thought we should reward him. How about it, hm? Don’t you think he deserves a prize for taking home the victory?”

You lick your lips, a sharp craving growing in the pit of your stomach at the sight of San’s soft, sleeping face. As far as you are concerned, you are the one getting a prize here. It’s been a long time since you last had the chance to indulge in this particular kink; it can be tricky to coordinate when you don’t actually live in the same house.

And San makes such pretty noises when he’s asleep.

Wooyoung grins at the expression on your face. “Good girl,” he whispers indulgently, pressing one last kiss on your cheek before he playfully slaps your ass, pushing you towards San.

You glare back at Wooyoung, even if the slap sent a crackle of pleasure through you. Just out of principle, to let him know he can’t get away with everything. (He can absolutely get away with everything.)

But then you shift your focus to San. You get down on your knees in front of him, pulling one of their many throw rugs underneath you for comfort. You’re as quiet as possible; San usually is a deep sleeper but you’re not about to risk waking him too early. You do take a moment to just look at him, to take in the way his broad chest moves with slow, even breaths.

The hard, battered muscles of his body are completely relaxed now, arms laying uselessly on the seat. There are marks on his knuckles, and it’s odd to think he was using those same fists to beat someone up, all for a cash prize, just a mere few hours ago. He looks so soft now. Not for the first time, you marvel at how handsome he is, the sharp cut of his jawline, pronounced cheekbones and pouty lips. So damn gorgeous, even with bruises marring his face, a particularly nasty one on the corner of his mouth. You want to kiss it, but you tuck that thought away for later.

San’s legs are already conveniently spread for you to shuffle close; could be a happy coincidence, could be that San was expecting this. Expecting you.

(This was a conversation you had long ago, where he’d given you a free pass to ‘wake’ him if an opportunity presented itself. It is entirely possible that he and Wooyoung discussed this before contacting you, and something about the idea of San falling asleep while thinking of your mouth on his dick makes you squirm in the best way.)

You press a hand against the front of his sweats, feeling the outline of his cock. You squeeze it with a light touch, give the impressive length a gentle stroke, and delight at the little “Hmm” that San sighs out.

Encouraged by the sound, you pull down the waistband of San’s sweats just enough so you can take his cock out, heavy in your hand. Still soft, though he gives a beautiful twitch when your thumb runs across a vein across the underside.

Your eyes glance up when Wooyoung sits down. He slouches next to San, carefully laying his arm across the back of San’s shoulders, fingers ghosting against his hair but never touching. He raises his other hand to bite at his thumb; uncharacteristically quiet, watching with rapt attention.

Heat pools between your thighs; you love being on display for him, teasing a sleeping San. You’re keenly aware of how your dress has ridden up, your ass sticking out, your neckline low enough for an ample view of your cleavage — though you’re sure it’s your hand that has Wooyoung’s full attention right now, wrapped around his lover’s slowly hardening dick.

You gather saliva in your mouth, then let it dribble down on your fingers and San’s cock. He moans, shifting slightly, lips parting a little wider as you take advantage of the easier slide of your palm. The sound goes right to your core; San’s moans are just a bit shallower when he is asleep, a bit more high-pitched. More needy.

More noises start to slip from his lips as you slowly stroke the length of his thick cock, thumb playing against his slit. Sometimes his hips shift to follow your movement, but he does not wake, his conscious mind unaware of your fist working him to full hardness.

San is getting beautifully flushed, a redness blooming across his cheeks and neck as he lets out a faint whimper, brow furrowed. It is always a fun game, to see how far you can take him before he wakes up — before you are treated to that toe-curling moment of aroused disorientation on San’s face, that split-second where he can’t quite figure out why he is so fucking horny until he sees you, nested between his thighs, and a sleepy yet cocky grin breaks out on his face.

But it’s not come so far yet; San is still under the hold of his tired slumber. His breath hitches as your fist twists around the head of his cock, almost like a little hiccup, precum mingling with your spit. You know you can’t hold off your impatience for much longer.

Wooyoung is still staring, though his eyes wander between San’s cock and the wiggle of your ass, his cheeky tongue dipping out to wet his lips. His gaze is heated, intense, and the slight asymmetry of his eyelids makes his stare only more attractive and striking, dotted by the little mole under his eye. He worries his bottom lip with his teeth as he watches, but grins when he catches you watching him in turn. He leans forward, elbow on his knees, and beckons for you to offer your hand.

You do so, and watch how Wooyoung decadently works his mouth and lets a thick globule of spit fall past his lips, onto your waiting palm. His grin widens when you moan weakly as his saliva mingles with yours, with San’s precum, and generously gives you more until your hand is messy and slick. Finally satisfied, Wooyoung leans back with a flirty wink.

You make good use of Wooyoung’s ‘contribution’, pumping San just a little faster now. His noises start to pick up, face contorted with unaware pleasure as a small trail of drool escapes the corner of his mouth. It won’t be long now before he wakes. Honestly, you are surprised it has lasted this long at all; San’s fight must have been particularly strenuous tonight.

Just when you contemplate whether it’s time to get your tongue involved, Wooyoung suddenly gets up from the seat.

You try not to get distracted by him moving around behind you, keeping your focus on San, but then you feel a little tap against your ass. You turn your head to see him lying on his back, head between your feet with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Lift your ass up, he mouths and gestures simultaneously.

You do exactly that, allowing Wooyoung to slide under you with his hands on your waist, his face right underneath the flimsy scrap of lace that covers your dripping core, barely worth the name ‘underwear’. “Seriously?” you whisper, though even just the sight of him, raised eyebrow and ready to eat you out, has more arousal leaking into your panties.

“Hey, San isn’t the only one who worked hard for this match,” Wooyoung whispers quietly, wetting his lips. “Don’t I deserve a reward, too?”

Well… If Wooyoung’s idea of a reward is to have you ride his face, then who are you to deny him? You really keep getting the better deal out of their hard-earned victory. Still, you roll your eyes at him, just to let him know how ridiculous you think he’s being, though the increasingly damp spot on your underwear tells Wooyoung all he needs to know.

He lets out a pleased, dark chuckle as you lower yourself down, his hands gripping tighter onto your waist as he positions you for the best angle. He does not even bother to pull the scrap of lace aside, happily eating you out through it.

San whines when your fingers squeeze around him, liquid oozing from the tip, his hips stuttering lightly before he settles back down. His cock is flushed dark, pulsing in your hand, but it is hard to focus on him right now. A lazy hand continues to stroke him while you struggle to focus on anything but Wooyoung’s muffled moans against your sopping heat.

You bite your lip to keep silent, hips moving on their own accord as Wooyoung’s nose presses against your clit, his mouth undeterred by the obstruction of lace as he makes a sloppy mess of your cunt, eagerly lapping away.

Wooyoung is rarely this quiet, but today he foregoes his usual dirty talk and running commentary to direct his full attention on reducing you to a mindless mess. He is a fiend with his mouth either way, thick swipes of his tongue and grazing teeth, mouth suckling at you through the now-ruined lace.

It takes all your self-control to stay on task, to not get distracted by the sound of a zipper, and soon after the wet noise of Wooyoung jerking himself off, still moaning against your leaking cunt. You shake yourself out of it, wrapping your lips around just the head of San’s cock, licking at the steady stream of precum while you use both hands to work his length. He twitches in your mouth, and for a moment you wonder if he’s going to cum without even waking up at all.

But then Wooyoung uses his nose to nudge your panties aside and sucks directly at your clit, and you moan loudly around San’s cock at the sudden stimuli.

San starts awake at the vibration, his hips reflexively jerking forward. You happily meet his thrust to gag on him, making San hiss a throttled curse. “F-fuck, what’s-ahhh—”

His hand flies to your hair, instinctively holding you in place. Your eyes tear up as he hits the back of your throat and stays there, but you can still glance upward to look at him — and he’s a fucking sight to behold. Bleary-eyed and disoriented, his mouth slack and panting hard for breath as he tries to get his bearings. Eyes landing on you, his cock twitching as understanding dawns. The moment is every bit as beautiful as you had imagined.

“Look who it is, Sannie,” Wooyoung grins when he notices San is awake, taking a break from tongue-fucking you. “Joined us just to congratulate you. Ain’t that sweet?”

“Fuck,” San chokes out, his voice gravelly from sleep. He hisses sharply when you hollow your cheeks and give a light suck, drawing a low groan. Slowly, the sleep retreats from his eyes and is replaced by a dark alertness, though his face is still flushed, his body tired.

Lazily, he lets you continue doing what you do, only stroking your hair in encouragement as he releases you, letting you return to shallower bobs of your head. “Fuck, baby, just like that,” he groans, biting his lip. Once again, your attention is drawn to the bruise on the corner of his mouth, aching to be kissed — but your own mouth is preoccupied. Later, you promise yourself. There will be time for that later.

As expected, San’s moans are a little deeper now he is awake, slowly rocking his hips as he watches you take him further with every pass of your mouth. You wonder if he’s even aware of the difference in his sounds, or if that’s just a little secret for you and Wooyoung to know.

Speaking of Wooyoung — now that he doesn’t have to keep quiet for San, he gets talkative again. “Use me, baby,” he groans, his fingers digging into your ass. “Come on, ride me a little harder. Don’t be shy. Smear that wet pussy all over my face.”

You don’t need to be told twice, enthusiastically granting Wooyoung’s request. He moans happily as you fuck yourself on his tongue, any further words muffled between your thighs. You’d worry about whether Wooyoung can even breathe, except he has a death-grip on your hips and refuses to let you slow down. His nose repeatedly bumps into your clit, sending sparks through you every time, your moans reverberating around San.

San grunts at the feeling, voice husky and low. But as attractive as the sound is… some part of you wants to hear his whimper again. Just to see if you can make him do it.

Well. There are a few sure-fire ways you know to push San to the very limit and beyond — and one of them is immediately available to you.

He was already pushing deep inside your mouth, but you do your best to relax your throat and surge forward, your nose brushing his pelvis as you choke yourself on his cock, then pull back to do it again. And again. A lewd, wet gurgle filling the room every time, your throat constricting as you strain around his thick shaft, tears burning in your eyes.

San groans at your renewed efforts, a greed shining in his sharp eyes when he realises what you’re doing, what you are asking him to do. His fingers scrape your scalp as they embed tighter around the strands of hair. Recognising the unspoken invitation to fuck your mouth as hard as he wants.

“That’s it,” he growls, “you know how I like it. Choke on my cock, hm? I’ll stuff you until you can’t breathe.”

You can barely breathe already; it’s hard to pull in air through your nose like this, with San steadily rocking his hips forward. You go slack in his hold, just letting him use you to his liking, trying to curl your tongue around the underside of his cock in the way you know drives him up the wall.

Wooyoung makes a noise when you slump down on his face, and you try to catch yourself but he won’t have it, only sucking more eagerly onto your clit as he grabs onto your thighs to keep you in place. You moan loudly, and San curses in response, his breath getting pitchy.

It’s working, you realise. It’s not as much as when he is asleep, but slowly a whiny lilt creeps into San’s voice as he uses your throat, his face contorted with pained pleasure.

Your head starts to spin, the barrage of sensations threatening to overwhelm you. Slick sounds and deep moans, a heady scent of arousal permeating the air. San’s cock obstructing your breath, his little whines; Wooyoung’s tongue nimbly flicking against your clit, his hands squeezing at the soft meat of your thighs. You’re tilting, slowly but surely, right over the edge when Wooyoung sucks harshly, exactly when San whimpers.

It hits you like a freight train, the violent force of it enough to have you sobbing around San’s cock. You tremble and shake as electricity surges through you, only held up by San and Wooyoung’s hold on you.

Your garbled cries take San over the edge with you, though he still has enough restraint to pull back slightly, no longer nudging against your gag reflex. He shudders with a tight hiss, clumsy fingers catching in your hair as he spills hot seed inside your mouth.

You almost choke again; it’s messy, and there is a lot, leaving you to wonder if San has been abstaining before the match. Lately you certainly haven’t done more with them than casual texting, but you can make no assumptions about what he and Wooyoung get up to when you’re not around.

You try your best not to swallow it down — and not spill a single drop, either. At the latter, you don’t succeed entirely, a thin wet trail dribbling down your lips when San pulls out and slumps back onto the couch with a final, loud groan. But when Wooyoung gets out from underneath to sit next to you, and pushes a thumb on your bottom lip to show him, you can proudly stick out your tongue to him, sticky whiteness on display.

“Good girl,” Wooyoung purrs, fondly cupping your cheek. “Don’t even need me to tell you anymore, huh? So well-behaved for us.”

You moan contently at the praise, and again when Wooyoung eagerly puts his lips on you, sloppily lapping up San’s cum from your chin, your lips, until his tongue invades your mouth for a proper meal. You can taste yourself on him while Wooyoung tastes San, who is watching it all with a small, cocky grin, teeth flashing at you.

Wooyoung lets out a needy moan as he drinks deep, his tongue sliding against yours in a heady dance. He grabs for your hand, guiding you down to his still-hard cock, hot and weeping precum. Your fingers are still messy and slick, making it easy for you to jerk him off while he continues to hungrily kiss you, licking up every last drop he can reach.

It’s less of a challenge to make Wooyoung whimper, but the sound is no less exciting for it, his high-pitched moans like music to your ears. He cums messily in your hand, some spilling onto your dress. With a final bite to your bottom lip, he pulls away from your mouth, eyes heavy-lidded and looking thoroughly fucked out, lips swollen and shiny from the essences of both you and San. You grin at him, lifting your hand to suck his cum off your fingers.

Only then do you turn to San, who indulges himself with slow strokes of his hand around his cock while he watches you and Wooyoung intently.

“Congratulations on the match,” you say casually, cum-stained fingers lingering on your lips.

San’s grin returns to his face and he grabs your hand to pull you into his lap — where you finally get to kiss that bruise on the corner of his mouth. He winces as you press up to him, and you can hear Wooyoung grouse next to you.

“Be careful with him, alright? That’s my meal ticket you got there,” he complains, dusting himself off as he gets back on his feet.

But San wraps his arms around you, keeping you captive. “You don’t have to be that careful,” he murmurs against your mouth, his hands firmly planted on your ass as he grinds you against his crotch. The night is not over quite yet.

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An indeterminate amount of time later, you are sitting snugly between San and Wooyoung on the shabby worn-down bench seat of their shabby worn-out van. They graciously borrowed you some clothes, leaving you cosily wrapped in a pair of San’s sweats and one of Wooyoung’s oversized hoodies. In your hands you have freshly delivered takeout, brought to your address, enjoying a hot meal together with the guys.

Their treat, of course.

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 6 months ago

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🧠🪱Wiggly Wednesday🪱🧠

(This one ran away with me, whoops)

Batboy_Kas: Um ... dude, what? 🤨

This is the dm that greets Steve when he pulls his phone from his back pocket to check his Instagram. One confused frown, some scrolling, and one near-heart-attack later, he concludes that he forgot to lock his screen when he put the phone away earlier.

Which caused him to somehow end up on this random stranger's profile.

And go to his DMs.

And send him a GIF.

Not just any GIF. One of a grotesquely round and jiggly, animated ass. There's a text beneath the GIF. It reads: 2iggnag lg9gajdgka hfhdgjy.

"Aw, fuck!" Steve swears, neck prickling with heat as he types his reply.

Steve_Hairington: Shit, sorry. My ass typed that 😅

Batboy_Kas: Fitting choice of gif 🍑

Steve_Hairington: Yeah I guess

Batboy_Kas: You could say it's a ... smart ass

Steve snorts a laugh. What a dork! He's still debating if he should reply or leave it at that when Batboy_Kas sends his next message.

Batboy_Kas: So ... not even the tiniest chance you were flirting with me?

Steve_Hairington: Sorry dude. I prefer my men-

(He pauses to squint at the guy's profile pic. A cute little cartoon bat.)

-a little more human-shaped.

Batboy_Kas: Hey! That's just bc you've never had a creature of the night b4 🦇😉

Steve_Hairington: 🤣🤣🤣 Nice try, bat boy!

They end up texting (and flirting) regularly. Kas - named after some vampire dude from that dungeons and dipshits game Dustin enjoys - is a huge fantasy and music nerd, can keep up a string of banter for hours, and his dms quickly become the highlight of Steve’s days.

He knows better than to meet random faceless and nameless strangers from the internet, he really does. But when Kas says he's in town for work some two months later, Steve is a bit embarrassed at how fast he agrees to a date.

Kas doesn't really beat the vampire allegations when he shows up at their meeting point, skittish and nervous, clad in an oversized Metallica hoodie, drawn all the way over his head inspite of the sunny weather, dark shades obscuring his eyes.

He's cute, though. Sweet and almost shy without the distance and a screen between them, but still with that quick wit and edgy sense of humor Steve has come to like so much. A deep, rich voice that makes something inside Steve’s belly tingle, a hint of dark curls spilling out from his hood, and strong, calloused hands covered in rings, the edges of black tattoos disappearing into his sleeves. It makes Steve wanna take the stupid hoodie off him so that he can see all of him.

Which is exactly what he does when they take it to Kas's hotel room later that night. And God, the man is gorgeous. Dark, messy curls framing a pair of insanely dark brown eyes and the poutiest lips Steve has ever had the pleasure of kissing. An intricate web of tattoos that are just begging to be traced with his tongue.

Later, when they're lying together in an exhausted tangle of naked limbs and sweaty sheets, Steve snaps a photo and saves it as his phone background. He doesn't think much of it.

Until a week later, when Dustin opens his phone to read out a message while Steve is driving and starts shrieking so loudly they almost crash into a tree, bc why the fuck does Steve have a selfie of himself and Eddie Munson - frontman of the world famous metal band Corroded Coffin - on his phone and are you both naked, Steve???

Tagging some friends to share a brainworm of their own:

@cuips-not-cute @steddiecameraroll @postmodernau @oh-stars @steddie-island

@wynnyfryd @pennyplainknits @medusapelagia @hotluncheddie @sidekick-hero

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie brainrot #fanfiction writer #brainworm #wiggly Wednesday #hype's wiggly Wednesday #hype's brainworms

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wolvietxt · 3 months ago

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𝓕IRSTS 𝓦ITH 𝓨OU !

pairing : bucky barnes x implied fem!reader warnings : implied size diff, established relationship, tfatws!bucky, fluff, wc : 2.6k summary : you introduce bucky to the things he’s missed out on, namely the office, theme parks, and emojis :3

bucky’s fingers hovered over the screen of his new phone, brow furrowed in concentration. you had been explaining how everything worked for the past half hour - apps, texts, even sending pictures - and while he was doing his best to keep up, you could tell he was still lost in the sea of modern technology.

“so, this is how you send a text,” you said, pointing to the message box. “you just type what you want to say, then hit send.” you hit a few buttons on his phone and then pulled away to give him some space.

he nodded slowly, looking at the screen as if it were a puzzle he hadn’t quite solved yet. “okay. and... the emojis?” he asked after a pause, his tone unsure.

“they’re just little pictures to add to what you’re saying. makes it more fun, i guess.” you flashed him a quick smile before adding, “and, if you’re talking to me, you’re gonna use them, or else i’ll think you’re mad at me.”

bucky’s lips curved upward just a fraction at the playful challenge. “right,” he muttered, glancing back at the emojis, his expression turning serious again. “this one - ” he tapped an image of a smiley face, “ - this is good, right?”

you nodded with enthusiasm. “perfect. now try sending it to me.”

bucky hesitated for a moment before carefully typing out a message: “Hey. 🙂”

he looked at you for approval, his blue eyes searching yours.

“well done,” you said softly, holding back a giggle. “you did it, buck.”

he grinned, a little relieved but still unsure. “guess ‘m getting the hang of this.”

“you are,” you replied, your voice filled with genuine encouragement. you could see him trying, and that was enough to make you proud.

“now,” you began, leaning in closer, “I’m going to teach you how to send a selfie. It’s easy.” you grabbed your phone and showed him how to take a picture, flipping the camera to face him. “like this.”

“a selfie?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“yeah, you’re going to love it,” you said, snapping a quick picture of him as he looked confused but willing to give it a try. “okay, now you do it. just - ” you stopped yourself, realising something. “don’t look so grumpy, though. smile a little.”

bucky rolled his eyes but played along, pulling a reluctant smirk before he tapped the button to take the picture. “this feels weird,” he muttered, but his gaze softened when he saw the result. he stared at the picture of himself for a moment, before looking at you. “it’s not bad.”

“not bad at all,” you said with a smile, grabbing your phone and sending the photo to him.

you watched him check his phone, his brow furrowing once more as he took in the photo, then back at the screen as you sent a quick text: “that smile is great, by the way.”

he read it, then quickly typed back: “you’re making fun of me.”

“no, i’m not,” you teased, tapping the keys with your fingers. “i think it’s cute.”

before he could respond, you leaned in, brushing your lips against his jaw. his body went still at the contact, the soft touch of your lips drawing his attention away from the phone. without saying a word, he kissed you fully, his lips warm and steady against yours.

“you talk too much,” bucky murmured when he finally pulled away, his voice gruff but affectionate.

you couldn’t help but giggle, looking up at him. “sorry,” you said, smiling in that way that made his chest tighten. “but i’m trying to teach you how to use a phone.”

“teach me less,” he replied, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice. before you could answer, he kissed you again, this time slower, his lips lingering on yours longer than before. it was like he couldn’t help himself, needing to pull you close and forget about everything else.

when he pulled back, there was a softness in his eyes that was so different from the gruff exterior he usually put on. “you’re a distraction,” he admitted, though he didn’t sound bothered in the least.

“only when i’m teaching you how to text?” you asked, your smile still wide.

“always,” he said with a grin, kissing you again, this time more gently, as if savouring the moment before pulling away and reaching for his phone.

he looked at the screen again, tapping at it thoughtfully. “okay, what about this one?” he asked, tapping a face with hearts for eyes. “it seems like... the right one.”

you grinned, unable to resist the warmth that filled you at how cute he was, trying so hard to understand all this. “perfect,” you whispered. “now, send it.”

bucky hesitated for a beat, then pressed send. he turned to look at you, like he was asking for your approval.

“you did it,” you said softly, heart swelling with affection. “now, you’re a pro.”

he raised his eyebrows. “am i allowed to text you good morning now?”

“whenever you want,” you said with a grin, your hand finding his and squeezing it gently. “and i’ll send you emojis all day.”

bucky looked at his phone again, glancing up at you with a fond smile. “then i’m gonna need to figure out a lot more emojis.”

“take your time,” you teased, before your lips met his once more, this time without interruption.

the apartment was dimly lit, the only light coming from the tv screen where the office was playing. you had insisted that bucky give the show a try, promising him that it was the perfect mix of awkward humour and heartwarming moments. at first, he had grumbled about it, saying something about not needing to watch “a bunch of idiots in an office.” but here you were, four episodes deep, and you could see that little spark of amusement in his eyes.

bucky had his arm draped around your shoulders, his large frame practically swallowing you up as you nestled into his side. you were curled up against him, legs tucked under you, head resting on his chest. every now and then, you could feel the rumble of his low chuckle vibrating against you whenever something on-screen caught him off guard.

“i still don’t get how that jim guy hasn’t been fired yet,” he muttered, shaking his head as jim played yet another prank on dwight. “guy’s got a death wish or somethin’.”

you smiled, turning your face up to look at him. there was a light in his eyes, the corners of his lips twitching upwards as he tried to hide how much he was actually enjoying the show. “maybe he reminds you of someone?” you teased, poking his side.

he shot you a look, all mock seriousness. “you callin’ me a troublemaker?”

“if the shoe fits,” you replied with a grin, turning back to the screen.

as the episode continued, you found yourself more focused on him than the tv. you loved seeing bucky like this, relaxed, at ease, his defences down for once. there was something so endearing about the way he’d get lost in the episodes, brows furrowing when michael said something ridiculous, or the rare moments when he’d throw his head back and laugh - a real, deep laugh that you couldn’t help but adore.

during one of those moments, as pam and jim exchanged a look, you felt his chest rumble with laughter, and it was so infectious that you couldn’t help but giggle, too. he glanced down at you, catching you staring, and for a second, it was like the rest of the world disappeared.

“what?” he asked, his voice softening.

“nothing,” you said, a little shy under his gaze. “you’re just... cute when you laugh.”

his eyebrows shot up, surprise flashing across his face before it softened into a shy smile. “yeah? well, don’t go tellin’ everyone.”

you laughed, but before you could tease him more, he suddenly shifted, tugging you closer until you were practically in his lap. your breath hitched as he wrapped both arms around you, enveloping you in his warmth.

you fit so easily against him, his hands splaying over your waist, and you could feel the steady beat of his heart under your cheek. the show kept playing in the background, but you were completely lost in the moment, the way he held you so gently despite his strength.

“you’re missing the best part,” you whispered, but your voice was soft, almost hesitant, like you didn’t really want to break the spell.

“nah,” he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. “this is the best part.”

your cheeks warmed, and you couldn’t resist tilting your head back to steal a quick kiss. he met you halfway, his lips warm and surprisingly soft, his stubble scraping pleasantly against your skin.

“hmm, you taste better than jim’s pranks,” he teased, a smirk tugging at his lips when he pulled away.

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. “careful, barnes, you might start liking sitcoms.”

“only if you’re watchin’ them with me,” he said, squeezing your waist gently.

you settled back into his chest, letting the familiar sounds of dunder mifflin fill the room. with one hand idly playing with the hem of your shirt, bucky seemed content, occasionally making little comments about the show under his breath that made you giggle.

as the theme song played for the next episode, you reached for your phone to check the time, but bucky’s hand covered yours, stopping you. “stay,” he murmured, his voice low, almost pleading.

you glanced up at him, surprised by the hint of vulnerability in his eyes. it wasn’t often that he asked for things so openly, but when he did, it always tugged at your heart.

“okay,” you whispered, setting your phone aside and snuggling closer, the two of you wrapped up in each other as the episodes played on, the world outside forgotten for just a little while.

the air was filled with the sounds of laughter, the occasional scream from the roller coasters, and the smell of funnel cakes and popcorn drifting through the breeze. the theme park was bustling with life, a kaleidoscope of colours and sounds that made your heart race with excitement. you could hardly contain your giddiness as you pulled bucky along by the hand, weaving through the crowd.

bucky, on the other hand, looked a little overwhelmed. his brows were furrowed as he glanced around, taking in everything like he was preparing for an ambush. it was endearing, really - the way his grip on your hand tightened every time someone bumped into you, his protective instincts kicking in.

“relax, buck, it’s just a theme park,” you teased, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

he grunted, still looking suspiciously at a guy in a giant mascot costume waving at children. “yeah, well, not sure i trust a place where people scream for fun.”

you couldn’t help but laugh, tugging him closer. “that’s the whole point! come on, let’s try a ride.”

you led him to the line for one of the tamer rides - a classic spinning teacup attraction. bucky eyed it warily, but he didn’t protest, letting you drag him into one of the pastel-coloured cups. once you were seated, you watched with a grin as he tried to figure out how the ride worked, his large hands gripping the metal wheel in the centre.

the ride started to spin, slowly at first, then picking up speed. you were laughing uncontrollably, the wind whipping through your hair, and when you glanced over at bucky, he had this look of pure concentration, like he was trying to out-spin everyone else.

“bucky, it’s not a competition!” you managed to gasp out between giggles.

he shot you a playful glare, a rare smile breaking through his usually stern expression. “everything’s a competition, doll.”

when the ride finally slowed to a stop, you were both a little dizzy, but you couldn’t stop smiling. you staggered out of the teacup, and bucky’s arm was instantly around your waist, steadying you. “you good?” he asked, his voice low and a little rough.

“never better,” you replied, leaning into his side.

next up was the game booths, where bucky’s competitive side really came out. you challenged him to one of those rigged carnival games where you had to knock down bottles with a baseball. he rolled his eyes at the way the game operator explained the rules, clearly unimpressed, but when it was his turn, he hit every target dead-on, not even breaking a sweat.

“show-off,” you teased, but you couldn’t hide the admiration in your voice.

“what can i say? i’m good with my hands,” he shot back with a wink, handing you the giant stuffed bear he won as a prize. your cheeks warmed, but before you could retort, he leaned down to steal a quick kiss, effectively shutting you up.

with your new teddy bear in tow, you wandered through the park, trying different snacks and taking in the sights. at one point, you insisted on getting a picture in one of those cheesy photo booths. bucky tried to protest, saying he wasn’t “photogenic,” but you dragged him in anyway.

the two of you squeezed into the tiny booth, your legs tangled together because of how little space there was. as the camera flashed, you made silly faces while bucky looked a little bewildered, but by the last frame, you managed to coax a smile out of him - a real one that made his eyes crinkle at the corners.

you couldn’t stop staring at the printed photos as they rolled out, your heart swelling at how happy he looked. he glanced over your shoulder, shaking his head with a chuckle. “gonna frame that, aren’t you?”

“damn right i am,” you said with a grin, tucking the strip of photos safely into your bag.

the sun was starting to set, the sky painted in hues of pink and orange, when you finally made your way to the roller coasters. bucky was skeptical at first, muttering something about not trusting “rusty death traps,” but you could see the way his eyes lit up with a mix of curiosity and adrenaline.

“just one ride,” you pleaded, giving him your best puppy eyes.

he sighed, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “fine, but if we die, i’m haunting you.”

you laughed, grabbing his hand and dragging him into the line. as the coaster climbed higher and higher, you could feel the tension in bucky’s shoulders. you reached over, lacing your fingers with his. “it’s gonna be fun, trust me.”

the drop was sudden and exhilarating, your screams mixing with the rush of wind, and when you dared to peek at bucky, he had this look of pure, wild joy on his face. it was rare to see him so carefree, and it took your breath away more than the ride itself.

when you finally stumbled off the coaster, legs like jelly, bucky was grinning like a little kid, his hair windswept. “okay, that wasn’t so bad,” he admitted, looking almost bashful.

“see? i told you,” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning up to kiss his cheek. he pulled you into a proper kiss instead, right there in the middle of the bustling crowd, not caring who was watching.

“thanks for dragging me out here,” he murmured against your lips, his voice soft in a way that made your heart flutter.

“anytime, sarge,” you teased, smiling up at him.

he just shook his head, a fond look in his eyes as he pulled you closer. “you’re trouble, you know that?”

“yeah,” you said, resting your head against his chest, “but you love it.”

he just chuckled, pressing another kiss to the top of your head, and you knew he wouldn’t trade this day for anything.

🌀 bucky barnes : @notacleangirl, @v3lv3tf0x, @dugiioh, @whxtewolf, @lemoanaid

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mylovesstuffs · 4 days ago

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OT13 reacting to their s/o falling asleep with assignments scattered on their desk

Request: Hello celeste my queen! It's me again. So I'm wondering how ot13 would react seeing their s/o sleeping with whole ass assignment scattered on their desk? This thing just be playing on my head lmao -⭐️ anon

Seungcheol: He walks in, sees the chaos on the desk, and just shakes his head with a fond smile. He steps closer, his heart softening at the sight of you dozing off amid your hard work. Without a word, he carefully picks you up and moves you to the bed, tucking you in gently. "Yah, what am I going to do with you?" he mumbles under his breath, brushing a stray hair from your face before returning to the desk. Despite his initial exasperation, he ends up organizing your papers neatly anyway, making sure you won’t be stressed when you wake up.

Jeonghan: He smirks the moment he sees you, pulling out his phone to snap a quick picture, already planning to tease you about it later. But but before that, he places a blanket over your shoulders because he's a sweetheart afterall and whispers, "Don’t overwork yourself, silly," as he starts tidying up your desk just enough for you to find everything easily when you wake up. Before leaving, he makes sure the room is quiet and cozy so you can sleep without any interruptions.

Joshua: Joshua’s heart melts at the sight of you slumped over your desk, papers scattered everywhere. He carefully approaches, not wanting to disturb your rest and begins clearing the desk for you. As he works, he whispers a soft prayer under his breath, hoping you won’t overwork yourself too much. Before leaving, he places a glass of water and a sticky note on the desk that reads, "Take it easy, my love ❤️." He pauses for a moment, brushing his fingers lightly over your hair, before quietly leaving the room to let you sleep in peace.

Jun: I see him leaning down to inspect what you were working on, chuckling at how focused you must’ve been before sleep caught up to you. A warm smile spreads across his face as he carefully picks up a pencil and leaves a snack and a little doodle of encouragement on your paper. The doodle has a playful note, “You got this!” written beside it. He then carefully moves you to a more comfortable spot, tucking a blanket around you before heading out, feeling satisfied that you’ll wake up to something that’ll make you smile.

Hoshi: He’s absolutely TORN between waking you up or letting you sleep peacefully. After an internal debate, he quietly takes a quick selfie with you passed out, adding a goofy caption to your notebook: “Teamwork makes the dream work 😴🐯.” Then, surprisingly, he starts organizing everything on your desk with impressive precision, humming softly as he works. Before leaving, he places a tiger sticker next to his note, grinning at his little touch.

Wonwoo: He steps in and sees you passed out at your desk, his expression softening instantly. Without saying a word, he quietly rearranges your scattered notes into a neat stack, making sure everything is in its rightful place. He softly places a pillow under your head and murmurs, “You’re working too hard.” Before leaving, he marks your spot in the textbook so you won’t lose track when you get back to it later. (that's my man y'all—)

Woozi: His producer brain instinct is to check if your posture is okay. He quietly adjusts your chair slightly and slides a pillow behind your neck for better support. “You’re unbelievable,” he mutters with a small smile, organizing your desk so it’s easier for you to pick up where you left off. He places your most urgent papers on top, his little way of helping you manage your workload when you wake up. Before leaving, he makes sure the room is perfectly quiet so you can rest undisturbed.

Dokyeom: Seokmin can’t stop himself from laughing quietly at how adorable you look, his soft chuckles filling the room. He whispers, “Jagiya, you’re so cute,” before scooping you up in his arms and moving you to the bed. He takes a moment to tuck you in properly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. Worried about messing up your system, he leaves everything on the desk intact, but not before glancing at it to see what kinda assignment you were so focused on.

Mingyu: Mingyu stands there like this 🧍🏻‍♂️, his mind debates whether to wake you up to finish the assignment. Ultimately, he decides against it, shaking his head with a small smile. He sets up a small plate of snacks on the side and organizes your desk into neat piles, taking extra care not to disturb anything important. Before leaving, he writes a note: “I’ll help you finish this tomorrow. Sleep well ❤️,” and places it where you’ll see it first thing.

Minghao: Minghao lets out a quiet sigh at the sight of you slumped over your work, slightly exasperated but mostly concerned. He carefully moves your things to the side, making sure not to lose their order. “You can’t do everything at once, love,” he whispers. Spotting a soft scarf nearby, he drapes it over your shoulders, leaving a light peck on your cheek before retreating, glancing back to make sure you’re resting peacefully.

Seungkwan: Seungkwan immediately takes a picture and sends it to you with the caption: “This is what happens when you don’t take breaks!!! 😤” so that you can see it after waking up. But then he feels bad and organizes your work while humming a lullaby to make sure you stay asleep. He even fluffs up a pillow and adjusts your chair slightly so you’ll be more comfortable.

Vernon: Vernon stands still for a moment, just staring at you, lost in thought. He thinks about how hard you work and how innocent you look while sleeping, a soft smile tugging at his lips. After a quiet sigh, he carefully drapes a blanket over you, his movements are s l o w to avoid waking you. He then stacks your papers in a way that makes sense to him (which might still confuse you).

Dino: Chan high-key freaks out, his hands hovering awkwardly as he debates what to do. He worries you’ll get a stiff neck or be too tired to finish your work later. So he'll nudge you awake as he whispers, “Let’s move to the bed, okay?” If you stubbornly refuse, he stays by your side, sighing but making sure you’re as comfortable as possible and carefully rearranges your things so they’re in order.

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mimimui · 2 years ago

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bllk boys as your not-so bf

includes: isagi, bachira, chigiri, nagi, reo, rin

tags: use of profanity, use of 'babe', one-sided(?), angst if you squint hard enough, discord in nagi's

a/n: inspired by my not-so bf (we don't talk anymore) :b srsly idk if that guy actually liked me or not but anyway .. enjoy !

even if he's at soccer training, he answers all your texts right away. you've seen him reply, or rather, not reply, to his other friends whenever he was with you. it feels as if isagi gives you special treatment, but in reality, you barely talk in real life. he pays you no mind when you pass by him, as if you were strangers. sure, he can act like that all he wants, but he can't forget all the late night talks you had.

you've shared secrets, fears, ambitions, and questions with each other. you've exchanged greetings, selfies, and "i love you"s, yet he's able to act as if you're nothing more to him. you look at him and there's a familiar pang in your heart, one you've experienced many times before.

how much longer is he going to hide his true feelings for you? does he have feelings at all?

the morning of the sleepover your friend hosted, you and bachira lie down comfortably on the bed, clicking through your friends' instagram stories. you're on his chest and his head is on your shoulder, him being the one clicking through while you hold your phone. he occassionally makes comments about them, saying things like "that was funny" or "ooh that one's pretty, introduce me sometime?"

you frown at his comment, but he doesn't see it. you two are always so close, holding hands and whatnot. you're always mistaken as a couple, but bachira denies it quicker than you do, which is a sign you should probably take. when you all go home, your friend sends you a picture they took of you and bachira on the bed and teases you.

your heart wrenches as you tell them "we're just friends."

you share a lot of your things with chigiri, and he does the same. you always find him asking to borrow your hairbrush, if he can take a bite of your food, use your phone, and more than you can remember. can you recall when you let him use your shirt after training? yeah, that was the only thing of yours he never gave back. why would he even keep that shirt?

on his way home, his teammates asked him if the shirt belonged to his significant other. he pauses for a moment, but then ultimately denies even having one. you get a bit irritated at times, and he has to snap you out of your thoughts at the cafe you two frequent. here you are, once again sharing a drink with one straw. yes, one.

from all the indirect kisses you've shared, you should actually just kiss at this point.

you and nagi play video games together everyday. you're always seen duoing together, so a lot of people mistake you two for a couple. after soccer training, nagi's quick to turn on his computer and ask you to play games with him. fps, rpg, horror... you've played so many games together you've lost count.

in vc, he hears you groan and he stifles a laugh. you complain the player that killed you is cheating as you click through the players to spectate nagi. when you're about to mention the flank, he says something that makes your heart pound. maybe you're imagining it, or maybe it's because of a shitty headset, but did he just call you 'babe'?

you shake your head, brushing it off. you probably just heard wrong.

reo connected his online payment to your food apps, so you don't have to pay for your orders. you refused at first, but as your face recognition detects his face, your phone was now his domain. he tells you to order food whenever you want, and not to tell him when you do, he doesn't mind.

but as you see him carrying an extra lunchbox with food he made himself, you wonder who he's going to give it to. you're not bothered, of course, it was just a cooked lunch. made by reo. personally. you mentally slap yourself for thinking about it so much. are you even allowed to be jealous of the lunchbox's recipient? you're just reo's friend, and you already have access to his online wallet, so what's the problem?

yeah... what's the problem?

he's annoyingly good at minesweeper. rin effortlessly completed the board, while you're still stuck deciding between the bottom or top tile. he acts nonchalant about his umpteenth win that day, but you know he wants to brag about it to you so bad.

you sigh in defeat, asking him for another rematch, which he gladly agrees to. and, just like all other times, he completes his board first. this time, instead of laughing at you for being slow, he takes your device and completes the board for you. he complains you take too long, and that he gets impatient when his love isn't done with the game.

wait. his what?

thanks for reading (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #isagi x reader #bachira x reader #chigiri x reader #nagi x reader #reo x reader #rin x reader

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corvidae-00 · 8 months ago

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if your comfortable writing this, can i request joost with a reader who sh? he accidentally finds out by their sleeve accidentally sliding down or something (im on the brink of relapsing and i need angst with comfort 😭😭 not forcing tho lol, if ur uncomfortable writing this don't force yourself!!!)

A/n: I’m totally okay doing this! As someone who has fought this battle I totally get it and I hope you are okay Anon!! You have people who love you and you are so special in your own ways! Beautiful inside and out 🫶 I hope this helps and know you are never alone!! My DMs are always open honey

CW: SH, angst, sensitive topics, Joost being a sweetheart,

YOU ARE LOVED!! be safe everyone!

988 (suicide prevention)

It had been a pretty hot day in the Netherlands and your boyfriend Joost was set on taking you on a hike! Which would have been totally okay if you hadn’t just gone through a relapse… you don’t even know why it happened or what set you off, you cleaned them pretty well but they were still tender and you knew you couldn’t convince Joost to cancel the hike that he was so dead set on.

“Long sleeves, eh?” He blinks at you in suprise his owlish expression kinda funny “yeah! It’s a cute shirt!” You blow him off waving your hand dismissively and your boyfriend nods with a shrug “it is cute you got me there” he pinches your cheek before leaning down and giving you a big ol kiss on the cheek before peppering your face with them. The sunshine that your boyfriend is always makes you feel so free and warm. “Let’s go!! I want to get there before it gets packed!” He chirps taking your hand and pulling you out to the car after making sure you had enough water and packed the sun screen

After hiking for a few hours you and Joost found the most beautiful ledge looking over a beautiful river covered with pine trees and mountains as far as the eyes can see. “Wow” you mutter wiping your brow and fanning the neck of your shirt “that’s breathtaking” you mutter and Joost chuckles looking over at you “it is isn’t it? But the view infront of me is even better” he purrs and you look over at him blushing madly “don’t even with me” you laugh covering your face with your hands leading to Joost wrapping his arms around you in a big hug “let’s take a selfie!” He says tugging his phone out of his pocket “say cheese schat!” He puts the phone out in front of you two

As the sun gets closer and closer to setting the more you forget about your arms to busy listening to Joost tell you about random things he knows about the wilderness or just random facts he finds interesting. Without thinking you tug your sleeves up to your elbows to help the air circulate through your clothes and cool you off. Joost looks back at you mid laugh at a dumb thing he had brought to your attention about ducks “and then I learned that buffalo!-“ he stops taking a quick glance down at your revealed arms and pauses- and then you watch his face go through a few different emotions- landing on devastation “schat…” he mutters stepping towards you like you might run. Realizing your fatal mistake you can sense the color draining from your features

“Joost I-“ you try to come up with excuses or reasons but you come up empty “I’m-“ you stop feeling your boyfriend slowly pull you into his chest and wrap his arms delicately around you “why would you feel the need to hurt…” he questions searching for the words through his broken English “I don’t know…” you respond honestly not trying to move your arms or run away- just leaning into Joost like a life line “I’m so sorry-“ you start but joost shushes you softly shaking his head “don’t be sorry, you aren’t in trouble and you have nothing to be sorry for” joost says pulling away and gently bringing your arms up to his face kissing around the sounds careful not to irritate them or cause you pain “come to me next time my love” Joost mutters gently looking up at you “please allow me to help you” he pleads and you nod starting to tear up “okay..” you whisper and Joost straightens up and kisses you passionately “I love you with everything I am. I love you for any amount of time your head can come up with and more.” He confesses “and even more than that” he runs his fingers through your hair “I love you” he wipes away your tears and holds you close

When you two got home Joost had pulled you into bed and kissed you more times than you could count praising you and rubbing your back “you are beautiful. So beautiful” joost says softly between the two of you “beautiful”

A/N I hope you all know how loved you ALL are!!! I may not know everyone but I love everyone and no matter how hard your battle is never give up! You are all so strong!

Sorry if this seemed rushed or wasn’t that good…I’m on my phone and at work 😂 but I saw this request and knew I needed to get it out!!

I love you all!!!!!!

#joost klein #x reader #joost klein x reader #joost klein fanfic #joost klein x you #joostice #joost klein fluff #joost klein x f! reader

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ohdeerfully · 1 year ago

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Headcanons! Alastor with a plush demon reader :3 like readers sinner form is a plush! Because I love height differences and it sounds real cute

-🃏🐱

hi 🃏🐱!! i wrote this more platonically, so it could be read either way, but i might write a more romantic flavored one too :3! sorry its rather short, i hope you enjoy it anyway!

edit: after rereading the request i realized u asked for headcanons but i wrote a whole oneshot im </3 *knocks on my head and it sounds hollow*

Alastor x Plushie!Reader

PLATONIC fluff TW: none! readers kind of a weirdo by accident

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It was no surprise that you became popular in hell very quickly after manifesting. You were often stopped in the streets by people wanting to squish your soft skin, and some people wanting selfies.

I mean, who wouldn’t fall in love with a living stuffed animal? You were very likely the first of the kind.

There was one demon, however, that seemed immune to the charm. No matter how many times you stood on his lap, your giant squishy paws pressed onto his chest, looking at him with your shiny button eyes… he just would not yield. And it frustrated you to no end.

So, you had made it your life—or, death—goal to get him to squish your plushy skin. Even if you had to force him to.

It started with you merely sitting next to him at every opportunity, swinging your legs against the cushion of the couch. Your legs barely reached over the edge; you were quite short. Sitting next to Alastor felt like sitting next to a skyscraper.

You would lay down, sit up again, roll onto your back, over and over again, trying to get his attention on you. He wouldn’t ignore you, per say, as he would respond to your conversations politely, albeit a bit condescending in his typical manner; but, his hands never left the comfort of being folded neatly in his lap.

It got to the point where you were practically laying yourself on top of him, getting desperate now. But, every time, he would simply grab you under the arms and easily set you a foot or so away from him. He would give you a quick pat on the head, but you wanted more than that. Every pat on the head felt like a cruel reminder that he wanted nothing to do with you.

Your frustration has even caused you to get upset with Niffty a few times. While on one hand it was awesome to know another demon that was of similar height, on the other hand it pissed you off at how easily she seemed to grab his attention. Though, she was also just overall more insane—it’d be hard for anybody to ignore her.

You had to admit, though, that the lack of his attention only made your intrigue in him grow exponentially. In a Hell where you were stopped on every corner of the road, in every store, Alastor stood out to you. How come, of all the demons out there, even some of the cruelest in the Pride Ring, the one demon you were actually interested in… could care less about you? Sure, the only reason you were interested in him was because of this very fact, but still! Why?

You had gotten fed up. Alastor was in the midst of, again, picking you up off of himself, when he paused holding you midair at the look of fury on your face. You saw his grin widen in a sinister manner, and his eyebrows quirk quizzically.

“What a huge expression for a face so little,” He laughed shortly. You hated the way his laughter crackled with radio static, and how it practically mocked you.

“You. Are such. A jerk!” You cried, swinging your legs in an attempt to kick his chest. You missed by a longshot, as he held you out as far as his arms could stretch. He only continued to watch you, amused.

“Just pet me!” You cried. You immediately halted after saying that, arms frozen mid-flail. You realized instantly how weird that was to say, especially to Alastor. And he knew, too, evident in the way his eyes narrowed at you and he rushed to place you down on the floor. You struggled to maintain eye contact when he stood back up, his height being the actual physical manifestation of impending doom. His hands brushed down the sides of his coat.

“I believe it makes sense for you to be a stuffed animal,” He said matter-of-factly. “Because of how utterly childish you are.”

You couldn’t help but stomp your foot at his statement; and his grin stretched at being proved right. But, like, come on! Yeah, what you said was kind of weird as fuck, but you weren’t in the wrong or anything! It’s only natural.

His gaze shifted up and ahead of himself, and your shoulders slumped in defeat. Another failed attempt.

That was, until you felt a clawed finger touch against your head and briefly scratch at your velvety skin, right behind your ear. You looked up, shocked, towards Alastor’s unreadable expression. The touch was very brief, and he stood and walked away without another word, leaving you standing there awestruck.

You shook yourself and bounced after him, trying to call his attention again but he ignored you. You opted to just follow him around for a bit, at least until he made it obvious you should leave him alone. He had his hands folded behind his back, a tune humming in his mouth as he walked down the halls. Alastor would never admit it to you, but he did find you rather cute, in a similarly chaotic way to Niffty. You weren’t quite as unhinged, but you had an entertaining amount of spunk and confidence, which he found sort of funny—so much personality squished into one tiny body. You sort of reminded him of a stuffed animal he had when he was a boy.

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Live and Unfiltered || Levi x Reader

Genre:Smut & Streamer AU Warnings: NSFW, Strong Language, Phone Sex, Exhibitionism, Teasing, Overstimulation, Dom/Sub Dynamics Pairing: Levi x FEM!Reader Synopsis: After being teased all day, Levi finally put matters into his own hands making you hold in a moan in front of his friends.

You had just walked through the door of your apartment, arms full of pastries from the local bakery. The delightful smell of fresh pastries filled the space as you carefully set the boxes on the kitchen counter. Levi was in the other room, deep into his streaming session. His voice, sharp and commanding, drifted from the streaming room where his fans were watching him play and chat.

You couldn’t help but smile at how focused he was. Levi’s streaming setup was quite impressive: dual monitors, high-quality microphone, and an elaborate backdrop. His fans loved his gruff demeanor and skillful gameplay, but you knew there was a softer side to him that only you got to see.

You took a quick glance at your phone to check if Levi had sent any messages. He had texted you earlier, asking you to pick up some pastries. As you pulled out your phone to text him back, you heard his voice rise above the chatter of his stream.

“Alright, team, let’s get this raid going,” Levi said, his tone intense but laced with a hint of amusement. “We’re gonna show them what we’re made of.”

You walked over to the streaming room, the pastries still warm and smelling heavenly. Levi’s door was slightly ajar, so you pushed it open gently. He glanced over at you, his eyes brightening with a hint of surprise.

“Perfect timing,” he said with a smirk. “You got the pastries?”

You nodded, setting the boxes down on a nearby table. “Yep. I brought the usual assortment. Figured you might need a break from gaming.”

Levi’s eyes lingered on the pastries for a moment before he turned back to his screen. “Thanks. I’ll dig in after this match. Try not to make too much noise, alright? I don’t want to distract the viewers.”

You chuckled softly. “I’ll try. But you know me—always making noise.”

Levi shot you a playful glare before returning his focus to the game. “Just don’t distract me too much. I’m in the zone.”

You walked back to the kitchen, grabbing a few pastries for yourself. As you munched on a flaky croissant, you could hear Levi’s voice rising and falling with the ebb and flow of his game. Occasionally, he would engage with his viewers, answering questions and bantering with them.

Despite his stern demeanor, you could tell he enjoyed the interaction. It was one of the reasons you loved watching him stream. It was a side of Levi that was different from the one he showed in private.

While you savored your pastries, you thought about how you might amuse yourself for a bit. Maybe you could take a few selfies to send to your group chat. It was a fun distraction, and Levi’s stream was the perfect background for some candid shots.

As you considered your next move, Levi’s voice cut through your thoughts. “Alright, everyone. Let’s take a quick break. I’m gonna grab a snack. Be right back.”

You smiled, knowing this was your chance. You walked over to the door of the streaming room and peered in. Levi was leaning back in his chair, stretching his arms as he prepared to take a break. You could tell he was relaxed, his usual intense focus momentarily paused.

This was your opportunity to have a little fun.

Quietly, you slipped out of the streaming room and made your way to your bedroom. Your mind was racing with anticipation, imagining the playful reaction Levi might have when he saw you in your new outfit. You pulled open your closet, carefully selecting the lacy lingerie you had picked out recently—a delicate black set with intricate floral patterns that you knew would accentuate your curves.

You took your time getting dressed, savoring every moment as you slipped into the silky fabric. The lace felt luxurious against your skin, and the way it hugged your body made you feel both sexy and confident. You checked yourself in the mirror, adjusting the straps and smoothing out the material to ensure everything looked perfect.

Once you were satisfied with your appearance, you walked over to the doorframe of the streaming room. The room was illuminated by the soft glow of Levi’s computer monitors, casting a faint light that danced across the room. You could see him in the dim light, his back turned as he rummaged through a snack drawer, completely unaware of your presence.

Carefully, you opened the door just a crack, making sure it was only slightly ajar so Levi wouldn’t spot you. You positioned yourself in the doorway, making sure the frame obscured most of your body from the camera’s view. You took a deep breath, feeling a thrill of excitement as you prepared to make your entrance.

From your vantage point, you could see Levi’s focused expression as he scanned through the chat messages, responding to his viewers with brief, witty comments. His concentration was intense, and you could tell he was deeply immersed in the stream. This made your little surprise all the more thrilling.

With a playful smirk, you placed your hand on the doorframe and leaned against it, letting the light catch the lace of your lingerie just enough to hint at what lay beneath. You could feel your pulse quicken as you caught a glimpse of Levi’s reaction in the dim lighting. He seemed to be engrossed in something on his screen, his eyes darting between different windows.

You carefully took out your phone and began snapping a few photos, trying to capture the moment without being too obvious. The camera on your phone clicked softly, and you made sure the angle was perfect, showcasing the lace and the way it accentuates your figure. You knew Levi loved surprises, and this one was sure to catch his attention.

As you continued to take pictures, you heard Levi’s voice rise in excitement. “Alright, folks, I’m back. Let’s get this show back on the road.” His tone was casual, but you could sense a note of eagerness in his voice.

You couldn’t help but giggle softly at his obliviousness. He was so focused on his stream that he hadn’t noticed the slight shift in the room’s atmosphere. You took a few more photos, making sure to capture every angle. You could already imagine the look on his face when he finally saw what you had been up to.

Just as you were about to take one final picture, you heard Levi’s voice call out, “Hey, if anyone’s got any more questions, now’s the time to ask!” He leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms over his head as he prepared to dive back into the game.

You knew it was time to make your exit. With a final, triumphant smile, you quietly closed the door and tiptoed back to the kitchen. You could hear Levi’s voice fading as he resumed his stream, completely unaware of the surprise you had just set up for him.

You took a moment to compose yourself, your heart still racing from the thrill of the prank. You pulled out your phone and sent a few of the photos you’d taken to your group chat. The responses were quick and enthusiastic, with your friends praising your daring choice and playfulness.

As you waited for Levi to finish his stream, you couldn’t help but imagine how he would react when he discovered the photos. The thought of him seeing you in that seductive lingerie, all set up for him, made your cheeks flush with anticipation.

You busied yourself with tidying up the kitchen, checking your phone periodically for any messages from Levi. You knew he would be finished with his stream soon, and you were eager to see his reaction to your little surprise.

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Levi’s stream had just gone on a brief intermission, giving you the perfect chance to indulge in a bit of playful mischief. After dressing up in the lacy lingerie you had recently bought, you were eager to see Levi’s reaction. The set was elegant yet provocative—black lace with intricate patterns that framed your curves enticingly.

You hurriedly slipped into the lingerie, admiring yourself in the mirror. The delicate fabric felt luxurious against your skin, making you feel both confident and alluring. With the addition of thigh-high stockings and a silk robe, you were ready to tease him a little.

Carefully, you walked back towards the streaming room. You could hear Levi’s voice coming from the other side of the door, his tones relaxed and conversational as he interacted with his viewers. The stream was paused, and this was your chance to have a bit of fun.

You positioned yourself by the slightly ajar door, making sure not to be seen by the camera. You could hear Levi’s voice growing closer as he prepared to get back into the game. Holding the robe open just enough to reveal a hint of the lingerie beneath, you peeked through the doorframe.

From your vantage point, you had a clear view of Levi in his chair. He was stretching and getting ready to resume his stream. The way he leaned back, oblivious to what was happening outside the door, made your pulse quicken. You took a deep breath and decided it was time to make your presence known.

With a playful smile, you slowly pushed the door open a bit more. Levi’s eyes were focused on his screen, and you made sure to stay just out of view from the camera. You swayed your hips slightly as you moved, letting the robe part just enough to give a tantalizing glimpse of your outfit.

You heard Levi’s voice pause mid-sentence as he noticed movement in his peripheral vision. He looked up, his gaze shifting toward the door. His eyes widened in surprise as they fell on you, framed by the doorway, dressed in nothing but the seductive lingerie and the teasing robe.

“What the—” Levi’s voice trailed off as he stared at you, a mix of shock and intrigue etched on his face.

You gave him a teasing wink, leaning slightly against the doorframe. “Surprise,” you said, your voice soft and playful. “Thought I’d give you a little distraction.”

Levi blinked, clearly taken aback. His usual cool demeanor was replaced by a look of stunned amazement. “You’re unbelievable,” he said, shaking his head slowly. “What are you doing?”

You shrugged nonchalantly, trying to look innocent despite the mischievous glint in your eyes. “Just thought I’d brighten up your stream,” you said, your tone teasing. “You looked like you could use a break.”

Levi’s eyes roamed over you, taking in the provocative sight. The lace of your lingerie peeked through the open robe, and you could see the effect it was having on him. His expression was a mixture of disbelief and arousal.

“You’re really pushing your luck,” Levi said, his voice a low growl. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?”

You smiled, enjoying the effect you were having on him. “Oh, I have a pretty good idea,” you said, stepping a little closer to the doorframe. “But I thought you might enjoy it.”

Levi swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure. “You’ve definitely managed to distract me,” he said, his voice softening. “But I need to get back to the stream. I can’t just leave everyone hanging.”

You pouted playfully, reluctant to end the teasing just yet. “Can’t you take a little more time?” you asked, your voice dripping with charm. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

Levi’s eyes flickered with amusement, but he shook his head. “You’re incorrigible,” he said with a chuckle. “And now I’m going to have to work even harder to get my focus back.”

You giggled, stepping back slightly but still maintaining your teasing posture. “Alright, alright. I’ll let you get back to work,” you said with a wink. “But don’t think this is over. I’ll be waiting for you.”

Levi gave you one last lingering look before turning back to his screen. “You’re definitely going to pay for this,” he said, his voice low but teasing. “You’ve earned yourself a little extra attention later.”

You smiled, feeling a thrill of excitement at his words. As you quietly closed the door, you could hear Levi’s voice shift back into his streaming persona, the chat buzzing with renewed energy. You knew that this was just the beginning of your playful interactions, and you were already looking forward to the next round.

The mood in the streaming room was charged, a palpable mix of tension and anticipation. Levi, visibly frazzled from your earlier teasing, was trying to compose himself as you approached him. The playful game had stirred both of you up, and the air between you was electric. Just as Levi was about to address you, his phone buzzed with an incoming call, interrupting the moment.

He glanced at the screen and groaned, recognizing the caller ID. It was his friend group, and they were supposed to discuss their plans for the next event. Levi hesitated, clearly torn between handling the call and addressing you. You could see the frustration in his eyes as he reluctantly answered.

“Hey, what’s up?” Levi said, his tone a mix of irritation and resignation.

“Levi! We were just trying to figure out what to do for the next stream,” came the voice of one of his friends. “We need to discuss the schedule and some ideas for new content.”

Levi sighed, clearly distracted. “Alright, give me a minute.” He shot you a frustrated look, signaling that he’d be occupied for a short while. You could see that the call was important, but you also noticed the way his gaze lingered on you, betraying his thoughts of the earlier teasing.

While Levi spoke to his friends, you decided to stay close, your body pressed lightly against his. The proximity and the way Levi’s hand rested on your lower back hinted at his inner struggle to stay focused on the conversation. You could feel his hand occasionally brushing against your thighs, sending shivers up your spine.

You were acutely aware of Levi’s growing tension. As he spoke animatedly into the phone, his grip on your waist tightened. His fingers brushed the edge of your thigh, dangerously close to your inner regions. Every so often, his touch lingered, making it difficult for you to ignore the heat building between your legs.

“Yeah, yeah, I hear you,” Levi said into the phone, his voice tight with suppressed desire. He shifted slightly in his chair, inadvertently pressing his body closer to yours. His hand slid lower, his fingers lightly squeezing your ass, making your breath catch.

“Levi, are you even listening?” came another voice from the call, clearly noticing his distracted demeanor.

Levi’s eyes flickered with frustration. “Yeah, just—” His voice trailed off as his hand inadvertently brushed against the fabric of your lingerie. The contact was fleeting but intense, making you gasp softly.

You could see Levi’s resolve wavering. His friends continued to chatter on the call, discussing various ideas and schedules, but Levi’s attention was clearly divided. His hand, now more deliberate, slid slowly from your waist to your thighs. His fingers brushed teasingly close to the edge of your panties, sending waves of heat through you.

“You’re really pushing it today,” Levi muttered under his breath, more to himself than to his friends. His gaze was fixed on you, his eyes dark with barely contained desire. You could feel his fingers pressing slightly, teasing the sensitive skin near your inner thighs.

“You need to focus, Levi,” one of his friends said sharply, clearly annoyed at his distraction.

Levi nodded absently, his attention split between the conversation on the phone and the escalating arousal he was experiencing. “Yeah, I’ll get on it,” he said, his voice strained. His fingers continued their slow, deliberate journey, brushing against your panties with tantalizing regularity.

You leaned closer to him, your breath warm against his ear. “It’s not easy to focus when you have such distractions,” you whispered, your voice husky and teasing. The effect of your words was immediate; Levi’s grip tightened momentarily, his fingers pressing more firmly against you.

Levi’s knuckles whitened as he tried to maintain his composure. “I can’t do this right now,” he said through gritted teeth. “I need to finish this call.”

You chuckled softly, enjoying the way your teasing was affecting him. “Sure thing,” you said, stepping back slightly but still within his reach. “Just let me know when you’re done.”

Levi’s friends on the call continued to discuss various topics, oblivious to the intense interaction happening in the streaming room. Levi’s frustration was palpable as he tried to redirect his focus back to the conversation, but his touch on you remained, dangerously close to crossing the line.

“Alright, alright, I’ll talk to you guys later,” Levi finally said, ending the call abruptly. He glanced at you, his eyes smoldering with a mix of irritation and desire. “Now, where were we?”

You smiled, feeling a surge of satisfaction at having pushed him to this point. “I’m all ears,” you said, your voice soft and inviting. “What’s next on the agenda?”

Levi stood up from his chair, his movements deliberate and controlled despite the evident tension in his body. He reached for you, his hand sliding from your waist to your hips, pulling you closer. The closeness of his body and the intensity of his touch made your heart race, and you could feel the heat between you growing.

His lips were just inches from yours as he looked into your eyes. “You’ve been a real handful today,” he said, his voice low and filled with unspoken promise. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

Levi's phone buzzed just as the tension between you reached its peak. He glanced at the screen, his expression darkening with annoyance. It was his friend group, calling to discuss plans for their next stream collaboration. You could see the conflict in his eyes—torn between dealing with the call and continuing the charged moment with you.

“Just great,” Levi muttered under his breath as he picked up the call. “Yeah, what’s up?” he answered, his voice a mix of irritation and restraint.

On the other end of the line, the familiar voice of one of his friends filled the room. “Levi, we need to finalize the details for the next stream. We’ve got to talk about the schedule and ideas.”

Levi's grip on your waist tightened, and he guided you to sit on his lap. The sudden closeness made your breath hitch as you settled onto him, feeling the hard press of his body beneath you. His hands rested firmly on your hips, holding you in place as he listened to his friends’ chatter.

“Uh-huh,” Levi responded distractedly, his attention clearly split between the conversation and the way your body pressed against his. He shifted slightly beneath you, the motion sending a wave of heat through your core. His grip on your waist tightened, his fingers digging into your skin with barely restrained desire.

You could feel Levi's growing tension, his body rigid beneath yours as he struggled to maintain focus on the call. His hands moved from your waist to your thighs, brushing the sensitive skin just below the hem of your skirt. The contact was light but deliberate, teasing in a way that made it difficult for you to stay still.

“Yeah, I hear you,” Levi muttered into the phone, his voice strained. His hand slid up your thigh, fingers grazing the edge of your panties, sending a shiver of anticipation through you. He was teasing you, deliberately prolonging the contact to keep you on edge.

Levi's friends continued to talk, oblivious to the tension building in the room. You could see Levi's jaw clench as he tried to concentrate on their words, but his fingers continued their slow, torturous journey along your thigh.

Without warning, Levi’s hand slipped between your thighs, fingers pressing against your clothed heat. You gasped softly, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. Levi’s eyes flicked up to meet yours, a small smirk playing on his lips as he watched your reaction.

“Levi, are you even listening?” one of his friends snapped, clearly frustrated by his distracted responses.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here,” Levi replied, but his voice was distant. His hand remained between your thighs, his fingers tracing slow circles over the thin fabric of your panties. The pressure was light, teasing, making you squirm in his lap.

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape as Levi’s fingers pressed more firmly against you. The friction was maddening, building the tension inside you to an almost unbearable level. Levi’s eyes were locked onto yours, dark and filled with unspoken promise.

“You’re really testing my patience,” Levi muttered under his breath, his voice low enough that only you could hear. He adjusted his grip on your waist, holding you in place as his fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your panties, teasing your slick entrance.

The sensation was overwhelming, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper as Levi’s fingers brushed against your sensitive folds. His smirk widened as he felt your body respond to his touch, his fingers slowly plunging into you, filling you with a delicious pressure.

Levi’s pace was agonizingly slow at first, each movement calculated to drive you wild with need. He watched your expression intently, reveling in the way your body tensed and relaxed with each thrust of his fingers. You could hear his friends still talking on the phone, their voices a distant background noise as Levi continued to tease you.

“You need to behave,” Levi whispered, his lips brushing against your ear as he plunged his fingers deeper inside you, the slow pace making you ache for more. “We’re not done yet.”

You could barely focus on his words, your mind clouded with desire as his fingers moved inside you, stretching and filling you in a way that made you desperate for more. You tried to move your hips, to urge him to go faster, but Levi’s grip on your waist tightened, holding you in place.

“Be patient,” Levi murmured, his voice rough with barely contained desire. “You’ll get what you want.”

Just as you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, Levi suddenly changed the pace, plunging his fingers into you with a sudden intensity that made you cry out in pleasure. The sharp contrast between the slow, teasing motions and the sudden, fast thrusts sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, making your entire body tremble in his lap.

Levi’s friends were still talking, completely unaware of what was happening on Levi's end. Levi’s grip on your waist was almost bruising as he kept you in place, his fingers working you relentlessly, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Levi, we need to wrap this up,” one of his friends finally said, oblivious to the way Levi’s fingers were driving you wild. “Can we count on you for the next stream?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” Levi replied, his voice tight as he fought to keep his composure. He ended the call abruptly, tossing his phone aside without a second thought. His attention was fully on you now, and you could see the fire in his eyes as he looked down at you, still perched on his lap.

“Now, let’s finish what we started,” Levi growled, his voice low and dangerous. His fingers plunged into you again, fast and relentless, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You clung to him, your breath coming in short gasps as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

Levi’s mouth found yours, his kiss fierce and demanding as his fingers continued their merciless pace. The tension inside you built to a fever pitch, and you knew you were close, so close to falling over the edge.

“Come for me,” Levi whispered against your lips, his voice rough with need. His fingers thrust into you one final time, hitting that perfect spot that sent you spiraling into bliss. You cried out his name, your body shuddering with the force of your release as Levi held you close, his fingers never stopping until you were completely spent.

As the aftershocks of your orgasm rippled through you, Levi finally pulled his fingers from you, a satisfied smirk on his lips. He lifted you off his lap, turning you to face him as he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing gently over your flushed cheeks.

“Good girl,” Levi murmured, his voice filled with pride and affection. “But don’t think for a second that we’re done.”

After the call, Levi didn’t waste a second. His intense gaze followed you as you adjusted your position on his lap, your breathing still ragged from the way he had teased and played with you. The lingering effects of your climax had left you sensitive, your body hyper-aware of every touch.

Levi’s fingers, which had just been inside you, now traced a path along your thighs, drawing out the tension that was still coiled tight within you. His eyes, dark and unreadable, met yours as he leaned back slightly in the chair, the leather creaking beneath his weight.

“You’re such a tease, you know that?” His voice was low and gruff, his words a mixture of admonishment and admiration.

You couldn’t help the small, mischievous smile that played on your lips. “Maybe,” you teased back, still breathless. “But you seem to like it.”

Levi’s lips curled into a smirk at your response. His hands, strong and sure, slid under your skirt again, brushing against the lacy fabric of your lingerie that still clung to your skin. He let out a low growl, the sound sending a thrill through you.

“Careful what you wish for, Y/n,” Levi warned, his voice a dangerous whisper. He tugged at the waistband of your panties, snapping the elastic against your skin. “Because I’m not going to stop until you’re begging me.”

Before you could respond, Levi’s hands moved to your waist, guiding you to stand up briefly. The cool air against your flushed skin made you shiver as he shifted his position, pulling you back down onto his lap, but this time with your legs spread on either side of his hips. The new angle brought you even closer, your bodies pressed tightly together.

You gasped as you felt the firm press of Levi’s arousal against you, the fabric of his pants doing little to hide the hardness beneath. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you down even more until you were completely seated on him, the pressure making you whimper with need.

“Fuck, Levi,” you breathed, your hands gripping his shoulders for balance. The heat between your legs was unbearable, your body aching for more. You wanted him, needed him, and the way he was looking at you made it clear that he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

Levi’s smirk widened at your reaction, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your hips as he held you in place. “You look so pretty like this,” he murmured, his eyes raking over your body with a mixture of lust and possessiveness. “So needy and desperate for me.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, your body instinctively leaning into him, seeking out more of the delicious friction that was driving you crazy. But Levi, ever the tease, wasn’t about to give you what you wanted so easily.

“Not yet,” he whispered, his voice firm as he shifted you slightly on his lap. One hand moved to your thigh, pushing it to the side to open you up even more, while the other hand slid beneath your panties, his fingers teasingly close to your entrance.

You bit your lip, trying to stay still, but it was impossible with the way he was touching you. Every nerve in your body was on fire, your senses heightened by the anticipation of what was to come. You wanted him to plunge his fingers into you, to fill you up and take you right there in the chair, but Levi was taking his time, savoring the way you were squirming in his lap.

“Levi, please,” you whimpered, unable to hold back the desperation in your voice. The slow, teasing pace was driving you insane, your body aching for more of his touch. You tried to move your hips, to grind down against him, but Levi’s grip on your waist tightened, holding you in place.

“You don’t get to decide the pace,” Levi growled, his voice low and commanding. His fingers slid along your folds, gathering your slick arousal before plunging into you without warning.

You cried out, your body arching against him as the sudden intrusion sent a shock of pleasure through you. Levi’s fingers were thick and skilled, plunging deep inside you with a slow, deliberate pace that made you see stars. He watched your reaction with dark satisfaction, his eyes never leaving your face as he continued to work you with his hand.

“That’s it,” Levi murmured, his voice a dangerous whisper as he increased the pace slightly. “I want to hear you, Y/n. Let me know how much you need this.”

You couldn’t hold back the moans that spilled from your lips as Levi’s fingers plunged deeper into you, his thumb brushing over your clit with just enough pressure to drive you wild. Your hips bucked against his hand, your body desperate for more of the intense pleasure he was giving you.

Levi leaned forward, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. “Do you like this, Y/n?” he asked, his voice rough with desire. “Do you like the way I’m making you feel?”

“Yes, Levi,” you gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders for dear life as his fingers continued to pump in and out of you, the pace quickening with each thrust. The sound of your wetness filled the room, the obscene noise only adding to the intensity of the moment.

Levi’s free hand moved to your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh there as he continued to work you with his fingers. The pressure was almost too much, the pleasure building inside you until it was almost unbearable. You could feel your orgasm building, the familiar tightness in your lower belly telling you that you were close.

But Levi, ever the tease, suddenly slowed down, his fingers barely moving inside you as he pulled back just enough to keep you on edge. You whined in frustration, your body trembling with the need for release, but Levi wasn’t about to let you come just yet.

“Not so fast,” Levi whispered, his breath hot against your skin. “I’m not done with you yet.”

You whimpered, your hips bucking against his hand in a desperate attempt to get more of the pleasure you were craving, but Levi held you firmly in place, his fingers still moving agonizingly slow inside you.

“You’re mine, Y/n,” Levi growled, his voice filled with possessiveness as he plunged his fingers into you again, this time harder and faster. The sudden change in pace made you cry out in pleasure, your body jerking against him as he worked you with relentless precision.

Your mind was a blur of sensation, the pleasure almost too much to handle as Levi’s fingers continued their merciless assault on your senses. Every thrust sent a wave of pleasure through your body, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Come for me, Y/n,” Levi commanded, his voice rough and demanding as he plunged his fingers deep inside you, hitting that perfect spot that made you see stars. “I want to feel you come around my fingers.”

That was all it took. With a final cry of his name, you came hard, your body trembling with the force of your orgasm as Levi held you close, his fingers still moving inside you to prolong your release. The pleasure was overwhelming, your mind completely consumed by the sensation of Levi’s fingers filling you up, pushing you over the edge again and again.

As the waves of pleasure finally subsided, Levi slowly withdrew his fingers from you, his hands moving to gently stroke your thighs as you came down from your high. You were completely spent, your body trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm as you slumped against him, your breath coming in short gasps.

Levi’s hands moved to cup your face, his thumbs brushing over your flushed cheeks as he looked into your eyes, his expression softening. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice filled with pride and affection. “You did so well.”

You smiled weakly, still dazed from the intensity of the moment. On the other hand, Levi’s dark eyes drank you in, taking in your flushed cheeks, your parted lips, and the desperate look in your eyes. The way you were trembling in his grasp, the neediness radiating off of you, only fueled the fire burning inside him. His lips curled into a smirk, one that promised all sorts of delicious torment before he finally gave you what you were begging for.

“But you’ve been such a brat,” Levi murmured, his voice low and dangerous, sending shivers down your spine. “Teasing me all day, knowing exactly what it would do to me. Do you have any idea how badly I want you right now?”

Your breath hitched at his words, your body quivering with the need to be filled, to have him buried deep inside you. “Levi,” you whimpered, your voice trembling as you tried to grind your hips against him, but his grip on your waist tightened, holding you in place. “Please, I need you.”

Levi’s eyes darkened at your plea, his hands sliding down to your hips as he shifted beneath you, his arousal pressing against your core. The feeling of him so close, so hard, made you moan in anticipation, your body aching for him to finally take you.

“Say it again,” Levi growled, his voice rough as he slowly began to guide you down onto him, the tip of his cock brushing against your slick entrance. “Beg me for it.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest, your entire body trembling with need as you felt him tease you with shallow thrusts, his cock barely inside you. The sensation was maddening, every nerve in your body on fire as you tried to push down onto him, but Levi held you just out of reach, making you whimper in frustration.

“Please, Levi,” you begged, your voice a desperate whisper as you clung to his shoulders, your fingers digging into his shirt. “I need you inside me. Please, fuck me.”

Levi’s eyes flashed with dark satisfaction at your words, his grip on your hips tightening as he slowly began to push into you, the thick head of his cock stretching you open inch by inch. The feeling of him filling you up was intense, your walls clenching around him as he buried himself deeper inside you, making you moan in pleasure.

“Fuck,” Levi groaned, his voice rough with desire as he held you close, his breath hot against your ear. “You’re so tight.”

You whimpered in response, your hands clutching at his shoulders as you adjusted to the sensation of him inside you. The fullness was almost too much, the pleasure building inside you with each passing second as Levi continued to push deeper, his cock stretching you in the most delicious way.

“Levi,” you gasped, your voice trembling as you clung to him, your body shaking with the need for more. “Please, move. I need more.”

Levi’s lips curled into a smirk as he pulled back slightly, his hands guiding your hips up before slowly lowering you back down onto him. The slow, deliberate pace drove you wild, every inch of his cock dragging against your inner walls as he filled you up completely. The sensation was overwhelming, your body quivering with pleasure as Levi began to move, his thrusts slow and controlled, making you feel every inch of him.

“Is this what you wanted?” Levi murmured, his voice low and teasing as he continued to fuck you at a torturously slow pace. “To be filled up like this?”

You moaned in response, your head falling back as you lost yourself in the pleasure. The feeling of Levi’s cock inside you, the way he was stretching you open with each slow thrust, was driving you insane. You needed more, needed him to fuck you harder, faster, to push you over the edge.

“Please, Levi,” you begged, your voice barely above a whisper as you tried to move your hips, but Levi’s grip on your waist tightened, holding you in place. “Faster. I need you to fuck me harder.”

Levi’s eyes darkened at your plea, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he tightened his grip on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. “Such a needy little thing,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire as he finally gave in to your pleas.

Without warning, Levi’s hips snapped up, burying himself deep inside you with a powerful thrust that made you cry out in pleasure. The sudden change in pace sent a shock of pleasure through your body, your walls clenching around him as he began to fuck you in earnest, his thrusts hard and fast.

“Is this what you wanted?” Levi growled, his voice filled with satisfaction as he pounded into you, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside you that made you see stars. “To be fucked like this?”

You couldn’t answer, your voice lost to the moans and cries of pleasure that spilled from your lips as Levi continued to fuck you with a relentless intensity. The sound of your skin slapping together filled the room, the obscene noise only adding to the intensity of the moment.

“Levi,” you moaned, your voice trembling as you clung to him, your body shaking with the force of his thrusts. “I’m so close.”

Levi’s eyes flashed with dark satisfaction at your words, his pace quickening as he drove into you with a force that made your entire body quiver. The pleasure was overwhelming, the sensation of his cock filling you up, hitting that perfect spot over and over again, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Come for me,” Levi growled, his voice rough with desire as he continued to fuck you with a brutal pace, his grip on your hips almost painful as he drove you toward your release. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”

His words sent you over the edge, your entire body tensing as your orgasm crashed over you with a force that left you breathless. Your walls clenched around Levi’s cock, milking him as waves of pleasure washed over you, your vision going white as you cried out his name.

Levi groaned at the feeling of you coming around him, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. The sensation of your tight walls squeezing him pushed him over the edge, his hips snapping up one last time as he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he came.

The feeling of Levi’s release filling you up sent another wave of pleasure through your body, leaving you trembling in his arms as you both rode out your orgasms. The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex as Levi held you close, his hands still gripping your waist as he slowly came down from his high.

For a moment, neither of you moved, the only sound in the room your ragged breaths as you clung to each other, your bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of your intense release. Then, slowly, Levi loosened his grip on your hips, his hands sliding up to cup your face as he leaned in to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

“You did so well,” Levi murmured against your lips, his voice soft and filled with affection as he brushed a strand of hair out of your face. “Such a good girl.”

You smiled at his praise, your heart swelling with warmth as you melted into his embrace, your body still humming with the afterglow of your intense lovemaking. Levi’s arms wrapped around you, holding you close as he leaned back in the chair, his breath hot against your neck as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“We should do this more often,” Levi whispered, his voice laced with amusement as he nuzzled into your neck, his hands gently stroking your back.

You chuckled softly, the sound filled with contentment as you snuggled into his chest, your eyes fluttering closed as you let yourself relax in his arms. “I wouldn’t mind that,” you murmured, your voice filled with sleepy satisfaction as you pressed a kiss to his chest. “Not one bit.”

Levi’s arms tightened around you, his lips brushing against your temple as he whispered, “Good, because I’m not letting you go.”

The two of you stayed like that for a while longer, the warmth of each other’s embrace lulling you into a state of blissful contentment. Eventually, Levi gently lifted you off his lap, carefully setting you down on the couch as he stood up, pulling his pants back up.

“You should get some rest,” Levi said softly, his voice filled with tenderness as he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll clean up and join you in bed soon.”

You nodded sleepily, a small smile on your lips as you watched Levi tidy up the room, his movements efficient and careful as he made sure everything was in order. As he finished, he glanced back at you, his eyes softening as he saw you starting to drift off to sleep.

With one last look, Levi walked over to you, scooping you up in his arms as he carried you to the bedroom. The warmth of his embrace and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you further into sleep, your body completely relaxed as Levi gently laid you down on the bed.

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Steve Harrington x AFAB reader, established relationship, brief mention of phone sex, consensual somnophilia, PIV sex, unprotected sex, creampie

A/N: Hit shuffle and Miss you much by Janet Jackson came on. Let's just say the lyrics spoke to me.

I just know that it feels wrong when I'm away too long it makes my body hot.

He can hear the difference in every soft huff of labored breath you release in the afterglow of your orgasm, a sound so sweet that he stills his own breathing to savor it clearly through the phone.

"You're gonna make me hard again if you keep that up", Steve warns, playful but there's some truth there too, stomach still warm and sticky with the pearlescent splatter of his own release.

You giggle back in response, pulling your slick fingers away from your clit, feeling your pulse beat down to your toes from the crescendo he'd talked you through.

"Can't wait until you're back home", you sigh into the phone, turning onto your side so that your cheek rests against the pillow that belongs to him. If you close your eyes, the lingering smell of him is enough to fool you into believing that he's right there beside you, even if only momentarily. "I miss having your hands on me."

A week away from each other shouldn't have felt as irksome as it had been but for a couple as active as the two of you were, those seven days apart had been harder for you to get through than you'd like to admit.

"Me too. Wish I wasn't getting back so late though", Steve groaned, reminded of his 3AM arrival time when he turns to eye the bedside table on which sat his passport and a plane ticket wedged inside.

Every dirty text, every lewd selfie and every nightly phone call that ended with the two of you touching yourselves to the sound of each other had him aching to get back to you.

The first thing he wanted to do after crossing the threshold of your shared home was pin you down and take you on the closest surface he could find but he's mindful to withhold himself because he knows how tired work has left you lately.

"Gonna take care of you just how you like when you're awake", he promises with a fond drawl.

There's a pause and when you don't respond he wonders if the line had disconnected again, something that happened semi-frequently and usually when he happened to be mid stroke. These long distance calls had been heaven and hell on his dick.

A quick glimpse at his phone screen shows there's no such interruption this time and your voice finally carries through, a slight but noticeable hesitancy coloring your tone now.

"We don't have to wait till later in the morning..."

Tell you on the phone I'm not the kinda girl who likes to be alone.

Steve listens to you trail off, a tender smile tugging at his lips. "Baby, I want it too but those shifts knock you out at the end of the day. I'm gonna need you all rested up okay, beautiful?".

As he always did when he felt you growing meek, he tries to assure you in that powdered sugar tone of his, all soft and sweet you sometimes worried he might dissolve on your lips were you to kiss him.

Another pause and this time he can hear you shifting in bed. He pictures your sweat glistened bare skin gliding along the sheets as you try to get more comfortable and fail because he knows you're the kind of person who can only truly be comfortable as long as your mind is at ease too.

"You don't have to wait, Stevie. I don't want you to wait."

The way you say it, though quiet, feels urgent. The crux of what you mean is scratching its way to the surface — not quite there yet but nearly so. Just a little ways more to go.

"Honey, I'm not following", he coaxes you gently for more details, sensing your vulnerability through the phone.

"I've been thinking about this for a while and there's something I want to try."

Steve listens intently, interest piqued. "Oh?"

"Sometimes I've thought about waking up to you— like, finding you on top of me..."you gulp, fingers tightening around your phone.

Steve remains silent but you know he's still listening, rapt.

"...finding you already inside me...", you add quietly.

Even when you're an entire time zone away, even when you're not able to see Steve's feelings reflected in those mossy hazel eyes of his, you can read his silence perfectly, able to tell the difference between the kind of pause that means he wants to inch away and one that means he wants to lean closer.

"You'd really be okay with that?", he finds his voice again, a little strained but hopeful.

Forget butterflies. You stir something much more fervid in him, rousing a cluster of sleepy dragonflies resting at the pit of his stomach to unfurl their opalescent wings and take flight within the confines of his chest.

Smiling hard, you feel your nerves dissipate, reassured by his excited lilt. "Yeah, I want to do that with you."

The next half hour was spent putting rules in place for the remainder of the phone call. Boundaries were discussed before you hang up after exchanging 'I love you's', both of you certain that sleep wont come easy tonight, the thrill of trying something new leaving you buzzing beneath your skin.

I'm rushing home just as soon as I can, I'm rushing home to see your smiling face and feel your warm embrace.

Steve leaves his hotel room the next day with you on his mind all throughout his flight and the way your soft, shy voice had described the way you'd wanted him to handle you when he returned home.

I want you to, Stevie. I promise, I want it, echoed like a melody in his mind.

You'd even sent him another message hours before while he was on the plane, phone dinging with a notification as soon as he'd landed and entered the cab.

I'm sure. Just like we talked about.

I'll be waiting.

I love you.

Steve's bags become an afterthought once he's inside your home, abandoned at the bottom of the staircase as he speeds upstairs to find you in the darkened bedroom, sleeping on your side, sheets pulled up to your shoulders. His stomach flips at how peaceful you look, knowing that in the hours before you had returned home you'd been on your feet all day, running between meetings, chasing that promotion you were up for.

Was this really okay? he wondered as he quietly unlaced his shoes and began to undress.

He scanned the bedside table for one last sign that tells him you've given him the green light, that you hadn't changed your mind since sending that last message.

He finds his answer.

Last night you'd told him — glass placed upside down on top of the coaster meant that you no longer wanted to go ahead with the plan you'd proposed. Glass placed right side up with the coaster placed over the rim meant you wanted him to touch you.

Seeing that glass placed right side up with the little black coaster balanced on the rim made his boxers feel tight and the dragonflies begin to beat their wings again.

Ridding himself of his underwear happens less smoothly than he'd intended, bumping his knee against the nightstand before he's able to get them off and kick them aside in an ungainly way. If you had been awake to see it it would have made you laugh because the excitement welling inside him had gotten the best of Steve, his veins pumping something electric through his livewire body.

He's more careful when he gently pulls the sheets off of your sleeping form, his throat feeling tight when he finds you dressed in a strappy, silky slip nightgown that barely concealed the curve of your ass.

Oh you had gone all out for this fantasy.

Placing a tentative hand on your knee, he slides it up to your thigh, inching the lacy hem of your slip up and swallowing hard when he finds that you're not wearing any panties underneath.

It's with a feather light touch that he reaches out and traces a finger over your folds, pulling the digit back to find your slick glistening on it like nectar, clear and glossy and slippery wet. Pressing the pad of his finger to his tongue, Steve salivates from the week long wait of wanting to be inside you again, sucking the taste of you down with a groan that rumbles in his chest.

His lips find your shoulder first when he climbs into bed, open mouthed kisses nearing your neck as his hand rubbed over your waist and hip. Growing more daring, he inches closer to spoon you, pulling you back gently so that he can grind his hard cock against your ass.

It's then that he can feel you start to stir, eyelids fluttering open, lips parting in a dreamy sigh.

"Don't stop"

Hearing the want in your voice, feeling your hand on his cheek and the way you push back against him for more was everything he needed to continue.

"Missed you", he whispers, squeezing the soft fat of your thighs.

He pulls your leg up over his hip, guiding his cock to your waiting entrance, pushing in slowly to feel your wet, satin smooth heat stretch around him and suck him in like you were made for him.

"Oh god, Steve— fucking missed you too", you moan, slowly departing the clutches of sleep.

Your movements are less precise than Steve's, still blinking your heavy eyelids to rid your vision of that sleepy haze, rolling your hips back in a rhythm that's falls just short of matching his.

It's a messy but passionate few seconds until you're both moving in sync, his cock dragging over that spot that makes the cadence of your moans climb high.

Steve curls a hand over your chest, squeezing your tits, pulling at your nipples just how you liked over your slip. "I'm not going to last long — fucking losing it...you're so goddamn wet and tight", he grunts into your shoulder, hiding how his cheeks have turned pink already, teeth grazing your skin.

Your own orgasm feels further away, still growing roots in the pit of your belly with every stroke of Steve's cock along your walls, yet to bloom into that spine tingling release you've missed so terribly during the past seven days.

"It's okay I want you to cum", you assure him but you know Steve too well. He's always going to make you come undone one way or the other.

It's with a knowing smile that you sigh contently when he brings his hand down between your legs, pressing circles to your clit urgently.

"Wanna feel you cum around me", he grits out, making you whine into the side of your pillow.

His touch lacks his usual gentle approach but it's what both of you need right now, a quick climb and a steep plunge to satiate that mutual ache.

"Fuck— okay, keep touching me there", you roll your hips back to meet his thrusts seamlessly.

His hips keep snapping into yours, pace faltering slightly and its not very long after that you feel him cumming inside you, spurts of creamy, tacky warmth pouring into your channel before you've reached your own climax but he doesn't stop, fingers still circling your clit to tip you over the edge, continuing to rut into you while he fills you up.

"Oh— Steve, yes", you whine out, eyes squeezing shut, nails threatening to rip your pillow case apart. You freefall into it, cumming with a strangled cry, hips twitching and jerking as you lose the rhythm you'd settled into, not that it matters anymore.

Cries turn to whimpers, then to gasps and breathy panting. When you come to it's the feeling of his lips on the back of your neck that tethers you to reality and brings you back down to earth, soft gentle kisses trailing down to your shoulder.

"Missed you", he keeps repeating, his cock starting to soften and slip out of you as he pulls out, hand damp on your waist.

You loathed sleeping next to that cold empty space those last seven days but he was here now to occupy it, so wonderfully warm and glistening with exertion, the same as you.

Your thighs shake when you begin to untangle yourself from being spooned so you can turn around to face him, his spend leaking from between your legs, his soft cock warm and wet against your thigh as your wrap yourselves up in each others arms. It's messy and sticky but you've never known a nicer feeling, cupping Steve's cheek as you kiss him tenderly.

"Welcome back"

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