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ybklix · 7 months ago

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★ pairing: drunk-needy!han jisung x fem!reader

✦summary: Han doesn’t handle alcohol well, he always ends up doing something he can’t remember or embarrassing that he regrets. This time he starts teasing you, whimpering in need of your touch in the back seat of your other friend’s car after a night out at the club.

☆ genre - warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, mention of wet dream, teasing, clit play, very slightly somnophilia, (implied consent), oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex.

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a/n: han jisung lately. that's it. he has me barking fr, read this while i work on a little more elaborated han fic requested, anon if u reading, wip luv u

dividers by dollywons

“Can you guys stop treating me like your fucking personal uber driver or something?” said Changbin amused but a little annoyed once you and Han got into the backseat of his car.

Changbin turned his body to see how clumsy you both got into his car.

“Sorry, sorry, Hannie got a little drunk, and he's the one who called you anyways, I was for sure gonna order a more kind uber driver” you replied, putting the safety belt on your drunk friend.

“Heeey man, what’s up” greeted Han to Changbin, completely wasted.

“Ha, ha, so funny. It's late and you know Jisung doesn't take alcohol well” replied Changbin, starting the car and looking at Han.

“Well, he's fucking 23, he can drink…” you argued.

“Yeah, but next time do it at home so you couple of babies who can't drink outside don't have the need to call me.”

“I thought I called Ch-chan” Han interrupted.

“We wouldn't have drank alone if you guys replied to the group chat I literally said-”

You were also drunk, not drunker than Jisung, but tipsy, speaking with difficulty and slurring your words, ready to fight.

“Shhh… why are you fighting, what's all that yelling, goshh, let me take my nap” Han spoke, dragging out his words because he was drunk, his heavy and loose body leaning on you.

“Oh the baby wants to sleep?” spoke Changbin in a baby voice, “you know what, fuck you Han, I was fucking a hot girl when you called” replied Changbin more annoyed, teasing him, and turning up the volume of the song he had in his car.

“Can you turn off the volume pleaseee?” whined Han.

“No” replied Changbin, turning the volume up a little more.

Han whined like a little boy, you said nothing and leaned your head back on the seat, when suddenly your friend's heavy body fell on you again, this time with his puffy cheek resting on your exposed breasts by your cleavage, from which you got a little upset; you wanted to move him, but he started moaning, you saw him, his mouth slightly open, his cheek squashed on your chest and his eyes closed, you thought he was asleep, one of the more reasons why he was so heavy and weak.

“Ji-jisung” you called his name in a soft whisper, stirring your shoulder a little to wake him up.

However it was impossible, the music was moderately loud. You started to stress as he was letting himself lean on you, you were about to move more roughly again and call his name when you hear soft whimpers come from his lips, mumbling your name.

“Y/n…” whimpered Han.

You frowned, thinking to yourself that he was somewhere between asleep and awake and was indeed somewhat conscious.

“Jis-”

“Mmm, Y/n don't stop, please” he mumbled again, whining in a slightly strange tone.

“What?” you said in confusion but he didn't respond and still had his eyes closed and his cheek pressed to his chest.

“Oh, fuuck” he sighed heavily.

That last one gave you chills, it had come from deep inside him and it had sounded so good, you were a little too drunk to think, still you magically came back to your senses… thinking about his moans sounding a little sexual, arousing a hint of excitement in you, making your nipples hard, but you didn't understand, you didn't know if he was playing or if he was really asleep, but somehow, his constant panting near you immobilized you, making your pussy throb.

You came out of your trance in seconds, you watched him, he really seemed to be asleep, you knew Han so well that you knew perfectly what his expression was when he was completely in a sleep state. But he kept whimpering softly, to which you deduced, he was dreaming and you finally connected the dots, as he was panting like that, it was a wet dream… if you had been soberer you would have laughed intensely, poor Hannie all needy to have a wet dream, after all you were friends… but you wanted to blame the alcohol for reacting aroused, for the closeness of his handsome face leaning on your breasts and… because he was babbling your name in his soft but deep voice… He looked so good near you that you felt bad because he was asleep and unintentionally, the car passing by a lighted area, so much as to illuminate the inside of Changbin's car, you realized that your friend had an erection in his pants.

That was enough, the alcohol was gone from your system and you were not going to tolerate that behavior, more from you, feeling all turned on by your best friend, when you yourself made it a rule to feel nothing but friendship for any of the 8 attractive men that were part of your life.

“Han” you stirred abruptly, heart racing, nervous and guilty for feeling horny.

He woke up, a little scared and shaken, confused looking around not even knowing where he was. And as he woke up he saw you, and remembered his very vivid little dream where he was fucking you in his room, you saw him and you were slightly with your cheeks red and he immediately felt his penis was hard.

“Ah, Y/n, I'm really sorry, I fell asleep” he said apologetically, nervously, still with the effect of the alcohol in his system.

You didn't know what to say, the car was dark anyway, so Jisung distanced himself a bit from you, but the poor guy was a bit too drunk to distinguish or remember if what he dreamed he imagined or happened at some point, he only knew that his cock was aching from being locked in his jeans and that he wanted to get it taken care of as soon as possible, the worst, was that when he got horny-drunk, his feelings of sexual appetite were more intense and he didn't know how to put out the fire inside him. Jisung tried to look out the window, but the constant motion of the car and the view made him more dizzy and confused. And it was there… when his mind started to play a bad trick on him again, his brain betrayed him, he wasn't the shy and serious Jisung, he didn't know anything about his surroundings, he only knew what he felt and he felt in fucking heaven all spinning around, but at the same time his cock was throbbing and pulsating. It was there, when he no longer knew how to distinguish, and acted merely because of the effect of the noxious substance in his body.

He was about to say and do something that he would not remember for a few long hours when he awoke from his deep post-drunken sleep.

Jisung turned his sight, which was moving as he was drunk, but he managed to distinguish your silhouette, with that dangerous dress you decided to wear tonight, provoking him by seeing you without ingesting any drop of alcohol, provoking him now too. You were still, petrified and incredibly aroused at all the thoughts going through your mind with Jisung, you wanted to stop them, but your pussy was throbbing and your panties were already wet, you hated being a little drunk, you got incredibly wet the slightest thing, that's why none of the guys played along when you invited them to the club, because you would surely end up drunk kissing a stranger, begging for more, that's why the eight of them looked out for you a little.

He finally approached you, sure of himself, with steady movements and hardly awkward at all.

“Hey, Y/n, I must admit you look beautiful today” he whispered in your ear, your skin bristled, he didn't sound drunk at all, and you wondered how the fuck he could be so good including that, “Fuck, you actually look so fucking good every day and I'll be quick and honest, I haven't stopped thinking about you for a second… to the point where…” he laughed softly, “shit, I'm so fucking hard, would you touch me?”

Every word quickened your heart, you knew it was Drunk Han by the boldness and flirting, he flirted often when he got tipsy, but he had never asked for such a thing; you opened your eyes and swallowing saliva, you looked down at his erection… in the last few minutes you had fantasized about his cock as much as you never did in their years of friendship, why now, why, why, you wondered, you didn't want to, you ignored him, treating him crazy, knowing he wouldn't remember anything anyway, wouldn't remember that you didn't want to touch him, just because you wanted to convince yourself not to, not to cross that line, but your insides burned, wanting his cock to be buried in your wet pussy, sliding down your puffy walls.

“Please, please do it, touch me please, I need you” he begged as you had never heard him beg before.

Finally, you turned to look at him, your heart pounding, you watched his big round eyes, all of him, poorly lighted for the dark night, still you distinguished the gleam in his eyes, begging you, so needy it made your pussy lubricate more. You moved closer to his ear, not sure he can be conscious of formulating a good answer and said:

“How do you want me to touch you if we are in Changbin's car?”

“Just do it like this” he quickly replied, taking your wrist to direct your hand to his cock.

Another prick in your pussy, he was hard, so hard you could feel through his pants, Han moaned, enjoying the sudden friction and pressure of something on his cock, finally. You weren't sure whether to continue, but you thought fuck it all, it felt so good, along with Han's sweet, soft moans getting lost amidst the loud music of Changbin's car.

You bit your lip and continued, you stretched out your whole hand, pressing and feeling his whole erect member on the fabric of his pants, you squeezed and stroked it, your insides on fire, wanting to get on top of him rubbing yourself until you cum, but your mission was to make him cum, every part of your body trembled with excitement and sexual desire, never taking your eyes off Jisung, and your hand on his erection, he never shut up, you never thought your little friend would be so vocal about being sexually pleasured, you never thought of him sexually to begin with. Jisung cum in his underwear as he enjoyed every second of your hand stroking his cock, he cum so well that he let out a loud, muffled whimper that got Changbin worried.

You were barely smiling with satisfaction, when Changbin turned down the volume of the music and said, “Did you guys say something?”

You denied quickly and innocently, as if he could see you in the gloom, guiltily, like a small child who was about to be discovered playing a prank.

“No” you replied.

Han was catching his breath, unable to think of anything else but his orgasm and the feel of his penis somewhat sticky from his freshly ejaculated semen.

“Mmm, okay” Changbin added, “will you stay at Han's place or do you want me to drop you off at yours… although it would be better for me if you stay with Han, I'm almost there…”

Oh no, you thought, how were you supposed to go with Han, you wanted to go to your place and forget about the heat of the moment, but Han stepped forward to say, almost breathlessly:

“She'll stay at mine.”

“Fine” Changbin replied, turning up the music and leaving you no chance to argue your answer.

You noticed how Changbin was already pulling into the area of Han's apartment building and you felt so bad about touching Han in his car that you didn't even want to say anything else to him.

“Now let me help you” whispered Han in your ear.

His hand caressed your thigh and slowly went up while his face was still very close to yours; his hand reached your panties, making Jisung smile sideways.

“But what a naughty girl, you were seriously walking around only in your panties? Who do you think you are?”

You didn't answer and let yourself be carried away by his caresses on the fabric of your panties, gently stroking your folds, tickling you and bringing you to levels of desperation you never knew existed in your body. Han reached your clit, pressing it hard making you let out a soft squeal, he enjoyed it, the libido winning out over his drunken state and making his cock hard again, Han was so hungry to undress you, but even drunk, he knew he was with his other friend nearby. Finally, after torturing you by caressing you on the fabric, he found a way to pull the cloth away from your panties and finally stroke your bare and needy pussy, feeling his fingertips brush across your labia and refocusing on your very sensitive spot. You also returned to stroking and squeezing his erection, stimulating it. Han began to play with your clit, making you wet and causing you to tremble a little, you were so desperate that you would explode at any moment, you needed him filling your pussy, but for the moment his sweet, gentle and now and then slightly rough movements on your clit were enough to make you reach orgasm, closing your legs a little by reflex as you felt your fluids slipping from inside you. Han smiled, broadly, sliding your orgasm past your labia and ready to keep touching you; he was so close to his second orgasm, but you both felt Changbin's car pull up.

“We're here!” he announced, slightly happy to be getting rid of you for now.

You both took your hands off each other quickly and sheepishly thanked Changbin, getting out of his car and walking into the building where Han lived. You felt so embarrassed, every step you took you felt the sogginess of your vagina rubbing against your panties and Han had to go inside, watching his trusted employees, trying to hide his erection.

Once inside you waited for the elevator, Han staggering nervously and a little drunk, as you entered you realized you would be alone and, wasting no time, you pounced on him, savoring his sweet round lips, in passionate but agile kisses, tracing each other's body in desperation, feeling on your chin the slight roughness of his chin from his freshly shaved beard. You glued your body to his, feeling his erection, you had never felt this good, you were sure he would feel better than any other single guy you had ever slept with, he was your sweet and fun Han, you couldn't wait to jump on his cock once the elevator doors opened and took you straight to his apartment. And, finally there, Han awkwardly separated from you, quickly and abruptly undressing himself, causing you to tenderly giggle, you couldn't help but think he looked cute, but your smile was erased once he pulled down his pants and underwear, exposing his pink-tanned cock. You watched him closely, from his penis, moving your gaze upward running along his marked abs and pecs, you were dumbfounded, realizing that you were really fucking your friend. Your body heated up again and, before Han could say anything, you stripped off your dress and underwear.

“Fuck…” he whispered.

Jisung couldn't believe if it was a dream, or if the alcohol truly worked magic, he never thought he was capable of getting past you with more than innocent glances and small compliments…. and now he was there, his cock throbbing at your naked image, he gasped and you had no choice but to get down on your knees to take his sensitive cock with its tip dripping his glistening precum, you wanted his cock everywhere on your body, hitting your face, between your tits, in your mouth, in your pussy, his cock was just as attractive as he was and you were sure it would fit perfectly in every nook and cranny of your core.

He looked down at you from above, expectant and incredibly aroused, you started stroking his cock, feeling every texture of his member, from his slippery pink tip to his balls, you smiled as you heard him moan, you stuck out your tongue, stimulating his glans to see him quiver and finally, you took his cock with your mouth, rubbing it in every corner of your cavity, savoring every inch of your sweet friend. Jisung grabbed your hair, closing his eyes and throwing his head back, unable to believe how he was still standing and not fading away, it had been a long time since he had been sexually pleasured, let alone in the wonderful way you were doing it now.

You sucked hard on his cock, your head in a steady motion and pace, fucking his cock with your mouth as he kept moaning and babbling your name, your pussy was soaking wet, you were begging for action and attention down there, your whole body screaming it, but you were so focused on the way Jisung's glans hit all the way to the bottom of your mouth with ease, his throbbing muscle colliding with your tongue and, after an internal struggle, Han cum in your mouth, causing him to whimper, feeling with immense relief, him savoring the orgasm and you his hot cum in your mouth, thinking that from that night maybe nothing would ever be the same again but you would fuck him so well anyway.

You stood up, moving closer to him and kissed him, blending his cum in your mouth, boldly touching his tongue, rubbing both your sexes, your breasts with your hard nipples and just bringing both your bodies together because of the closeness.

“C'mon, Hannie” you said smilingly, taking hold of his wrist and leading him to the couch in his living room, you were excited enough to go all the way to his room.

You pushed Han slightly so that he fell onto the couch and finally positioned yourself on top of his lap, taking his cock with one hand while leaning on his shoulder with the other, he looked so fucking good, his big eyes wide open, darker than usual, full of lust, his smoothly exercised body… you never thought he'd be the first of the eight you'd fuck first and there you were, settling his glans at your entrance and letting yourself fall slowly, sliding his erect cock into your wet insides as you so desired from the first hot whimper you heard come out of his mouth in that backseat. You let yourself fall all the way down, gasping at the sensation, his cock being hugged by your walls had him a mess, a very needy and horny one; you stirred your body on his cock, jerking your body, rubbing your dripping wet pussy on his testicles, enjoying feeling perfectly filled for a moment. Han couldn't help himself and grabbed your breasts, fondling and squeezing them, you knew Han was… a guy who enjoyed tits more than anything. And you moved, his rigid length sliding into your core, you moving to get the perfect penetration at your pace as he kept playing with your tits.

“Fuck, y-you feel so good, oh, my” gasped Jisung, unable to speak clearly, lost in the softness of your walls performing a series of steady, frenetic movements as you bit your lip, panting and in concentration.

You rested and pushed with your hands on his thighs, but you were both so close to orgasm, you felt his cock swell inside you and Han groaned as he felt your walls suffocate his cock more; you kissed him before accelerating your movements, jumping endlessly, exhilarated, quickening your orgasm, your whole body tensing until you released in your sweet climax, allowing your body to expel every sexual pressure built up, spilling your fluids on your friend's cock.

“Mmm, fuck, I'm gonna cum too” warned Han whimpering.

Han squeezed your breasts hard and cum inside you too.

You mumbled a small mmm as you felt all your insides wet, full and slippery, still with his cock inside you, you dropped your body on Han's shoulder, trying to calm your heart rate.

And who would have thought, all that happened and Jisung only had two drinks and one shot of tequila.

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pseudowho · 4 months ago

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"Why are we going to a scare trail, when you scream if a pan falls out of the cupboard?"

Kento grumbled, cosy in his cream turtleneck and teal overcoat. You preened, pressing the lids onto your travel mugs, and leaning up to nuzzle the shell of his ear.

"Because it's fun, you grumpy old goat. Come on. I need protection."

"You need sectioning, perhaps," Kento scoffed, opening the car door for you, "or the public needs protection from you." Kento shifted into gear, reversing with his arm behind your seat. You stroked a hand over his thigh.

"Well, you can be my supervisor then...sir."

Kento coughed, stalling the car at the turn, and grasping your hand with a warning glare.

"Don't. You know what that does to me."

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Clearly, the gates of hell had been opened into the other end of the Funfair. The screams were not ones of delight.

But, at the entrance, autumn leafcrunch and early chill, swirled with wood fires and yakitori and street food, spicing the crowds with orange and gold. You tucked your arm into Kento's, as if an old married couple, and squelched through the mud to your destination.

Kento grimaced up at the entrance, opening his mouth to speak, before you interrupted.

"I heard they used pig's blood. Not fake blood."

"That is grotesquely unsanitary--"

"--come on, let's queue up--"

"--I should report them to the Health and Safety executives--"

"Shhh, sh sh sh, come on now...there. Lovely."

Bouncing on your tiptoes in the queue, Kento shot you a wary sideways glance, speaking slowly, testing every word.

"I...am perfectly serious, though. You don't usually tolerate frights like this very well. Despite your profession. Always something I found...odd."

You sighed, shrugging. "Just...an overactive imagination, I think. There's something thrilling about being scared but safe. A luxury that work doesn't give us."

Kento was quiet, looking pensively into the Horror Maze, while you allowed a zombie bride to scan your entry passes. "Yes...that makes sense."

Kento was absolutely right, as you headed in. Within minutes, you were rendered useless, in a maze of bloodstained walls and cells-- some crude, tasteless attempt at an insane asylum.

And Kento remained...utterly unshaken. Not a hair out of place. Not even a flinch. Just his usual flat boredom, and irritated rumbles.

'Patients', 'doctors', 'nurses' and 'orderlies' in various states of grisly disrepair, chased you through corridors, backed you into cells, and rattled bars at you until you clung to Kento like a baby monkey.

Neither of you noticed how one of the doctors you passed turned to look at your retreating backs, tufts of fuzzy peach hair peeking out from under his surgical cap and goggles.

"Does nothing scare you?!" You demanded of Kento, squealing like a little girl as a 'doctor' tried to strap you to his table. Lifting you to safety by your waist, and tutting at the perturbed 'doctor', who sagged, put-out, Kento replied, solemn.

"Perhaps my fears are a little more abstract." You almost laughed as an approaching 'nurse' cringed away at Kento's devastatingly withering look.

It was only when you were both chased through a corridor by a horde of screaming visitors and 'patients', that you and Kento became separated. Your adrenaline felt less fun with Kento's absence, and you backed against a black curtain, your heart pumping rapidly souring blood to your limbs.

"Kento!" You called, your voice pitched and rising, "Kent--ooooooh!"

You were yanked back through the black curtain, your sobs muffled beneath a thick brown glove, and your assailant was quick to reassure you. He lifted his goggles and lowered his mask to grin at you, sweet and sunny.

"Hey! Mrs.Nanamin! It's just me."

You melted with relief, sniffling, "Oh my god-- Yuuji-- what are you doing here--"

"Ahhh, just tryna earn some extra cash. I saw where Nanamin went, want to go catch u--"

"No! Wait...Yuuji. Help me scare him."

Yuuji faltered, blinking. "What? Scare Nanamin?" Yuuji pondered, pinching his chin in thought. Eventually, he shook his head, smirking. "Nah. Nothing scares him."

You puffed your cheeks out, shaking your head. Peeking out from behind the curtain and surveying the carnage the actors wreaked upon the screaming visitors, you shook your head.

"Nope. I insist. Let's scare my husband. We'll find something-- anything."

And so, at your insistence, you and Yuuji staggered through a montage of terrific failures.

You locked Kento in a dark room, and he only hummed in minor irritation as a hissing, ragged contortionist spidered out of an impossibly tight chest. He kicked the door open, and held it open for the bewildered contortionist to leave first; "After you."

Yuuji manipulated Kento down a corridor with naught but increasingly unsettling nursery rhymes and crayon monstrosities on the walls. Kento found the radio, switched it off, and gave the crayon-marked wallpaper a despairing side-eye. He tried to scratch some crayon off, grimacing in dismay.

You encouraged a 'nurse' to spill a bag of 'blood' over Kento; he performed exquisite manoeuvres to save his coat, before sternly berating her-- "I'd rather not explain that to the dry cleaners, thank you."

Eventually, leaning back on a rickety wooden railing on a platform above the exit, you and Yuuji admitted defeat. Yuuji rubbed your shoulder in sweet conciliation.

"I told you," Yuuji sighed, as if you didn't already know, "Nanamin just isn't scared of anything."

"Yeah, yeah. I know. I just--"

The crack of the rail breaking behind you and Yuuji pierced the night, and you plummeted to the ground below, the air punching out of your lungs. Coughing, groaning, and dazed, you barely registered Kento calling your name, and calling your name, and CALLING YOUR NAME--

"--shit--" Kento swore, pale, and checking your head, and your eyes, and your body, and your eyes, and cupping your cheeks and surveying you for hurt or damage or injury, "--shit, are you hurt? Say something-- say something--"

You coughed, flapping a hand, saved by your Cursed Energy. "Fine, Kento, I'm fine--"

"-- jesus christ...you scared me."

You blinked up at him, feeling like the worst wife in the world. "I...scared you?"

Kento wasn't listening, still feeling your body all over in pale concentration. Yuuji sat up beside you, watching from beneath his goggles, cap and mask. He opened his mouth to speak, and Kento did not look up, but raised a single stern finger to point at him.

"Not a word, Itadori-kun. You scared me too."

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anakinca · 13 days ago

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Hands down Anakin hates cold and showers in such hot water 😭😭 that boy needs to feel warm and would just curl into a caterpillar under the duvet to keep himself warm or just use us as his own personal teddy bear :((

—❝entirely yours❞

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a/n ; AFTER 700 YEARS OF TRYING TO POST THIS, IT WORKED 😭😭 BUT ANYWAYS, i loved this prompt so SO much !! i was literally going to write something for this so i was so excited when i saw u requested this !! for anyone who's waiting on their request, i promise i'm working on them !! enjoy, angels <3

THE NIGHT HAD SETTLED LIKE A QUIET BLANKET OVER CORUSCANT. It was the kind of cold that seeped into every corner of the bedroom despite the hum of the heater. Outside, the city glowed faintly, the lights casting a hazy reflection on the large, fogged-up windows. But inside, the world was smaller, softer—a sanctuary where warmth existed in the form of tangled limbs and whispered words. Anakin emerged from the bathroom, a billow of steam following him like he’d walked straight out of the sun. His damp curls stuck to his forehead, and his skin glowed pink, flushed from the borderline scalding shower he insisted on taking every single time. Yet, as he padded barefoot across the room, he was already hugging his black, lounge robe to him tighter, a pout forming on his lips. "It's so cold," he muttered dramatically, collapsing onto the bed with a sigh as if he’d just returned from a harrowing battle in the Outer Rim—which, well, he had. You glanced at him, barely holding back a smile. "Anakin, you were in there for almost half an hour. I’m pretty sure you evaporated half the planet’s water supply. How are you still cold?" He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, with an exaggerated groan, he burrowed under the duvet, pulling it over his head in one swift motion. Only his eyes peeked out, glinting like little pools of mischief and complaint. He then turned his head toward you, his pout visible even beneath the layers of blankets. "The galaxy is cruel," he muttered, as if the cold itself was some personal offense against him. "You’re ridiculous," you teased, shaking your head as you turned back to what you were doing. But before you could take another step, a hand shot out from under the duvet—warm, surprisingly strong—and wrapped around your wrist. "Don’t you dare," he said, his voice muffled but insistent. In one quick movement, he pulled you onto the bed, wrapping the blanket around you both like you were part of his personal plan to survive the cold. "Anakin!" You yelped, laughing as you were unceremoniously bundled into his cocoon of warmth. "Shhh," he whispered as his lips curved up at the corners, already pulling you closer. His arms wrapped around you like you were the only source of heat in the galaxy, his face pressing into the crook of your neck. "You’re warm. Stay here." His curls tickled your cheek as he buried himself further against you, his body clinging to yours like a loth-cat determined to find the coziest spot in the galaxy. You could feel his breath against your skin, warm and steady, and his sigh of contentment made your chest ache with affection. "You know," you murmured, your fingers threading gently through his still-damp hair, "you could try wearing a shirt, or maybe putting on some socks. Normal people solutions, you know?" He tilted his head up to look at you, his blue eyes sparkling with teasing and something infinitely softer. "A shirt can’t hug me back," he said simply, his lips curling into that lopsided smirk that never failed to make your heart skip. "And socks don’t kiss me goodnight." Your cheeks burned hotter than the heater you’d accused him of overusing, but before you could respond, he tightened his hold on you, pulling you so close you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your chest—like he’s scared you’d disappear if he didn’t. "You’re the only warmth I need," he murmured, his voice so soft it felt like a secret. The way he clung to you was something you’d never get used to—not out of awkwardness, but out of the sheer intensity of it. His affection for you felt like it bordered on reverence, as if you were the only thing tethering him to the world when everything else spun too fast—and if only you knew that was exactly the case. The intensity of his affection never ceased to take your breath away. In his arms, the galaxy seemed smaller, quieter, like nothing could reach you here. You traced your fingers lightly along his bare back, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath your touch.

"Honestly, you’re impossible," you whispered, though your words carried no real complaint.

"And you’re perfect," he countered immediately, his voice muffled as he pressed a gentle kiss to your collarbone. "I mean it. You’re my sun. My own personal heater."

You laughed softly, shaking your head at his dramatics, but the warmth in your chest was undeniable. "I won’t run away if you let your grip loosen a little, you know." You teased gently, massaging his back lightly.

He hummed, his breath fanning over your skin as he nuzzled closer. "Good," he said, his voice already thick with sleep. "Because I’m keeping you forever."

"Forever sounds nice," you murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, his thick lashes fluttering closed from the action.

Outside, the cold night carried on, but it didn’t matter. The world beyond your little cocoon could have been as frozen as Hoth, and you wouldn’t have noticed.

Anakin’s breathing slowed, his body fully relaxing against yours as sleep began to overtake him. Even in his sleep, his arms remained locked around you, holding you close like the warmth of your presence was the only thing keeping him grounded to the moment.

You brushed a stray curl from his face, and held him just a little tighter. And as you closed your eyes, feeling the steady beat of his heart against yours, you couldn’t help but smile.

Anakin Skywalker might hate the cold, but you secretly loved how it made him cling to you like this—soft, vulnerable, and entirely yours.

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dinozarr · 1 year ago

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“YOU SOUND SO GORGEOUS, DARLING.”⠀⠀⠀⟡⠀NANAMI

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Shhh~ sweetheart, you’ll wake the neighbors,” kento’s strained voice purred into your mouth, your equally hot breaths fanning against one another’s face after every rut he thrusted into you.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀one of your arms was stretched back completely, knuckles painted white as your fingers curled into the fabric of the couch you were seated on. the other was wrapped around kento’s head, fingertips entwining within his distressed curls. one of kento’s large arms was slithered around your waist, his grip all too firm as the other hand simply rested against your ass cheek that had nothing more than a tomato-red hand print practically engraved onto it.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the tip of his pulsating erection hit your cervix so beautifully, cries of ecstasy hiccuping from your mouth each time he pounded his hips into your own. nothing could’ve prepared you for the absolute beat down your dripping cunt would receive when you accepted kento’s offer of having a few drinks at his place. it all happened so fast. within a few sips and you two were at it like rabid animals.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“you sound so gorgeous, darling~” he continued to compliment you, giving into your gut-wrenching praise kink that had your stomach churning every time he spoke dearly to you.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the way he alluded you was completely unlike how he was abusing every last inch of your sopping pussy. the girth of his over-average dick stretched you out wonderfully, your eyes rolling back all the while you rested your forehead against his own. with each hip snap nanami gave you, his grasp around your waist tightened—almost as if he were to let go he’d lose you.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the veins that protruded his leaking erection raked your clenching walls with ease, whimpers of mercy exerting your sweet swollen lips. kento couldn’t help himself. the way you acted so pristine and elegant in front of everyone, yet was the complete opposite when behind closed doors had driven the man mad. he wanted nothing more than to rip your prissy little blazer suits to shreds in front of everyone and show them how much you enjoyed taking every last inch of his dick.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he wanted his shape to be engraved into you. for every time he slid through your folds, your body would instantly recognize him and suck him in completely. well, more than it already does. he craved for littering your silky skin in bite marks so that every person you ever crossed paths with would know who was fucking your pathetic cunt, and how good he was treating it too.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀no matter how many times he denied it, he found himself smiling at just the scent of your infamous perfume. how it suffocated his entire existence and even left trails on all pieces of clothing he’s ever worn to work. whenever he saw you, it was like restraining a tiger fighting himself so he wouldn’t attack you with his lips and strip you to nothing but your bare, beautiful body.

NOTEZ : erm !!! all of these professor nanami drabbles will be in the same universe with the same reader, so do with that info what u please.

#❙ ⋆ 𝒁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝑺 ❞#nanami kento #jjk smut #nanami x reader #jjk x reader #nanami smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami kento smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x you #female reader #anime smut #anime x reader

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gomzdrawfr · 4 months ago

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Bear with me here I am going to word vomit of an AU I thought of (and I literally just woke up) Idk if I have the time to write, draw or even animate this bUT

A ghostprice au where Price goes blind

Here’s a scene I had in my head, imagine a blackout panel, with a typewriting sound effect in the back that reads:

Patient Information: Johnathan Price, birth date, weight, height, number, address (something along those lines which are meant to hint this is a beginning of a medical record)

and then white blurry speech bubbles appearing from left and right

“What?”

You voiced out, or rather, Price voiced out (you are in Price’s POV)

All the speech bubbles seized, and for a moment it’s just darkness and much quieter whispers

“…Laswell?”

“John, you’re up, easy now”

He hears her from his left, but still there’s total darkness, and he furrows his brows, hands slowly reaching up to pat his face, or scratch it— there’s nothing on his skin, so he’s not being blindfolded, and there’s no sac or bag covering his head— but there is layers of something covering his eyes that he tries to pull off, managing to peek through a bit, he thinks he’s opening his eyes but—

Still black

“…?”

And then we cut to a shot of Ghost’s face, eyes wide with realization that Price can’t see anymore.

The last panel reads:

“Diagnosis: Traumatic Optic Neuropathy” (aka vision loss”

- end of scene

More rambles:

Thinking about maybe from a mission an IED went off before anyone could react— well technically Price reacted first by pulling Ghost away, which resulted in direct exposure to the blast, followed by a concussion

Ghost immediately got on his feet and dragged Price away while also making sure all units were still available, he looks down and he sees laceration and red

Well okay I haven’t figure out the clinical part but Im thinking maybe some blood pools around the corner of Price’s eyes (if, say, the laceration cut across his eyelids), it wouldn’t be as dramatic to the point where there’s blood trickling down his eyes per see cuz Idk if I plan to make the shrapnel penetrate into the cornea (in this case it would be extremely severe cause of trauma, I shall have some mercy on him)

Maybe amongst the panic he saw how Price’s left eye slowly turned red (internal bleeding) and all his alarms went off and quickly get medical on it

Of course he was praying that it wasn’t as serious, maybe it was superficial and maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him cuz it was dark and the hallway had red lamp all over

Also i just realized this is prob quite inaccurately portrayed bcuz the bandages that covers the eyes are usually tightly sealed, and that his action of ripping them off is prrrobbaaably not good since infections and increasing the pressure around his eyes are just going to make this worse (like reopening sutures or whatnot) but i think it could work (shhh ✨fiction science✨)

But nope, Price is blind, and that automatically puts him unfit for service and Ghost knows that this isn’t going to go well for the man

We always joked around saying Price is old but imagine if he’s mid 30s, prime in his years and definitely still had a lot of kick in him— only to be forcefully ripped away from it

The devastation, the angst, the anger, the unfairness of it all, the never ending cycle of guilt from both Ghost and Price

DO U FEEL IT?!

Anyways *ah hem* if you’ve read this far and would be interested to develop this yourself whether with fic or art go ahead! I sure as hell won’t be able to bring out the sheer desperation and agony from this sort of au or story so yeah XD

#is this because I was reading PubMed and NCBI before nap yes yes it is #i mean i love me some medical related scenario SO #i could ramble more in terms of medically but emotions and uh flow? nope HAHA #gummmyspeaks #ghostprice #priceghost (i mean sure eh)#simon ghost riley #captain john price #john price #captain price #simon riley #call of duty #cod mw #fic ideas #gummmythoughts #blind!Price

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sluttywonwoo · 2 years ago

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Skz thot incoming bc I saw u asked oops - seven minutes in heaven with Han who’s secret bf so it goes from kissing to him fingering you with a hand over your mouth in like thirty seconds flat

“thank god the bottle landed on me or i would’ve killed myself.”

you roll your eyes and shove your boyfriend, sending him tumbling into the hamper behind him. he’d been on his knees, unsteady already, but you didn’t mean to push him that hard.

“oi, what was that for?” he grumbles, righting the hamper and himself.

“for being so dramatic.”

“i’m not being dramatic! the bottle was this close to landing on minho and then you’d be in this closet with him for seven minutes.”

“yeah, but we wouldn’t be doing anything, ji. the ‘heaven’ part of seven minutes in heaven isn’t guaranteed.”

“yeah but he’d definitely try something,” jisung mutters.

“oh my god.”

“knowing him! c’mon you know i’m right. have you seen yourself?”

you purse your lips. “do you really want to spend all seven minutes arguing over this or do you want to actually put them to good use?”

jisung sighs and pulls you onto his lap.

“for the record, if everyone knew we were dating, i wouldn’t have to worry so much about one of the other boys trying to get in your pants.”

“first of all, weird way to put it. second of all, you know why they can’t know. and third of all, i thought we agreed not to talk about this anymore.”

“i know, i know. i just-”

“so kiss me.”

he does, cradling the back of your head with his hand. he slips his tongue into your mouth the moment you part your lips in a moan. you want to grind down onto him but it’s hard to through the tight pants you’re both wearing.

jisung had chosen leather out of all things.

sensing your frustration, he snakes his free hand down between your bodies to unbutton your pants. it’s still difficult for him to get his hand down them, considering how big it is, but he manages to wiggle it in so that he’s cupping you over your underwear.

“fuck, you’re wet. what’s all this for?”

“you, duh.”

“well i’d hope so,” he scoffs, “but why?”

“you know i get horny when i drink,” you whine. “and this hair color looks so good on you, and your pants are tight in all the right places-”

“shit, you just got even wetter, i can feel it running down my fingers.”

“touch me, ji,” you plead, trying to grind into his hand.

“i got you, baby. let’s just get these pants down a little… there we go.”

your body slumps against his when he slides two of his fingers inside of you. you feel him chuckle and kiss the top of your head before repositioning you so that your back is against his chest.

“i’m surprised you haven’t already jumped me tonight,” jisung admits. “just knowing how turned on you are right now.”

“i have self-control,” you mumble.

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“nothing, but if you think it means something then what does that say about your restraint?” the end of your sentence gets cut off because jisung started to move his fingers to shut you up but you know he gets the gist.

“what was that?” he asks.

“fuck you.”

“you already are.”

“i wish i wasn’t.”

“you know that’s not true. just feel how wet you are for me, baby.”

your head lolls back against his shoulder. “fuck, go faster please.”

“that’s what i thought.”

he speeds up and adds a third finger, making you whimper involuntarily.

“shhh, gotta be quiet, baby,” he whispers. “can’t let them know what we’re really doing in here.”

“can’t help it…” you choke out.

jisung’s solution is to hold his other hand over your mouth to muffle the noises you’re making. it’s effective, but it only turns you on even more, and you know jisung can feel you tightening around his fingers.

“how many minutes do you think we have left?” he asks, “maybe three?” you nod against his hand. your guess is about the same. “i’ve made you cum in less time. this should be easy.”

#answered #anon #stray kids smut #skz smut #han smut #han jisung smut #jisung smut

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lacedupforyou · 2 years ago

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YOUR YANDERE RIN AND KAISER IS JUST *chef kisses* I RLLY WANNA SEE U WRITE YANDERE REO, SAE AND CHIGIRI < | > . <| >

| AHH THANK YOU! I'll write a something else for sae, (Sorry!!) Hope you enjoy! | This is a part 2, To the Manager! reader. If they became famous. |

Yandere Reo Mikage

Now that he's fully proved himself to the world and to his parents and to Nagi. He feels complete. He had everything he wants, Money, Fame, And Status. He enjoys the attention of being the best.

You as his agent just tried to keep him less feral as possible. You always saw him with Nagi so you always made sure to bring them something if they needed it.

Nagi noticed this and asked Reo about it. Reo never really noticed you and anytime you both had to speak he never paid too much attention.

That was until you had been working overtime in his condo. He was asleep in his bed and you were typing some final health records up. You shook the sleep out of your eyes and continued.

You had not heard his footsteps emerging from his room due to your exhausted self. He was..Sleep walking? You finally noticed.

You shifted to look at him finally closing your laptop after finishing and saw him shuffle his way toward you.

"Mr Mikage? Are you o-" He fell on top of you on the couch. Your body underneath him laying on the couch. You struggled but the weight against yours was crushing. You decided to grab a pillow for your head and rest. You were so tired.

Reo had woken up with you underneath him. He stuttered awake. Your arms around his back as his were around your waist. You quickly got off staring at you wide eyed. Your embrace was so warm and so willing. He almost wanted to go back to it. It was nothing like nagi's arms around his in piggyback.

You stayed asleep. Your soft sleeping form. The way your chest rises up and down. He felt in a trance. Why had he never noticed you? Never noticed how beautiful you are.

You started to wake up. But the second your eyes did a single flutter he ran to his room

You woke up and carried on with your day, Reo had a photoshoot for the front of a magazine and had taken him to it. "If I actually try in the shoot can get go get lunch together" You agreed happily with that same smile on your face. He felt his features blush but looked away quickly.

You walked into the cafe with him and sat across the table with him. You had been texting on your phone for his appointments and that pissed him off.

"Ahem." No response from you.

"AHEM."

"Oh sorry! Yes sir, How can I help you?"

"It's rude to be on your phone y'know."

"Yes but I'm just trying to schedu-"

"Shhh.." The food had arrived.

You ate happily, it had been awhile since it was normal food and not just coffee and quick snacks. Little did you know reo was not focused on food. He was focused on you. Watching you stuff your face, God it was so cute. You were so cute.

He started being more clingy, Taking you and nagi places. But you found yourself pretty creeped out, His coaxing manner was overwhelming. You had gotten an opportunity to sign with a Model instead of a soccer player. You would make more money and have a better status as an agent! Why not! But how would you break It to Reo..Maybe you didn't have to at all.. You left without a word and found a replacement quickly. Some other female who was interested in Reo. You left, Signed with the model and life became a lot less stressful.

Reo on the other hand when a new woman came in and said she was his manager he FREAKED OUT. Where were you? You left? Why did you leave? He can't let you leave. He won't. He spent weeks searching for you and skipping photoshoots and interviews.

Finally the day had come when he found you. At the cafe sipping coffee with the new model you were working with. Damn Bastard.

"Finally. I've found you..I'll make you pay..You're mine."

Yandere Chigiri

At first he thought nothing of you, Just his spokes person. If he needed something he would not ask you though, Your kind nature made him confused so he just kept to himself most of the time.

Until one night he came home pretty upset, He said some stand-offish things but you knew he did not mean them and kept a gentle smile on your lips.

"Would you..Help me with my hair.?" He asked suddenly.

"Sure! I can do that for you!." You replied calmly.

You waited outside the shower door and he opened it. But he had no shirt..Just a towel wrapped around and his soaking hair. You felt yourself get a tint of red on your cheeks from seeing him like that.. But you kept it professional of course and walked in. You took a blow dryer and blowed out his long silky hair, Brushing it perfectly. And perfecting the parting's he liked in his hair. The whole time he just wanted to have you in his arms, and then, he snapped. You ran your fingers through it. The feeling of your hand on his scalp felt unreal.

He grabbed your wrist with the hand holding the towel firmly. Then, It slipped. You rushed out of his grasp out of the room. Both of you feeling embarrassed. You sat on the couch of his luxury apartment waiting for him.

"I'm sorry for that. You hands shocked me. In more ways than one " "That's okay Mr Hyoma! You have an interview in a bit. We should get ready."

On the way there. He asked you if you..Liked him. of course you had responded with a professional, "Yes you're my client working with you is nice!" "I didn't mean like that." That had you quiet. You did not say a word to him the car ride there. You walked him inside the interview and he felt anger and pettiness boil inside him.

Of course the boring interview continued. But then the question, "Have you been seeing anyone Mr Hyoma?" He took the opportunity to be petty. "Yes I am. Y/N L/N." The interviewers face hardened. "Is that not your agent?" "We are a good team. We are bound to mutual respect and they look out for me. Don't ask stupid questions."

Of course, You did not know he said that until too late. You did not watch the interview and picked him up as normal. He seemed to be in a pretty good mood than when you left him, You decided to go take him for some lunch as a treat. Little did you know paparazzi wanted just that. To see you sitting with him eating.

Everything spiraled when you were shown the clip of him saying you two were together. And the flashes of cameras and questions made you freak out. Chigiri pulled your arm away and sat you in the car with him. Which made paparazzi freak out more excitedly.

When you got to his apartment, You shouted at him, Saying your reputation could be ruined and that no one would want to sig with you and that people would hate you.

He kept a smug slight smile the feeling of victory and that he had you right where he wanted you fueled his intentions more. Until you started saying you hated him. That took things to a different level completely.

He grabs you and pins you to the nearest wall. That got you to shut up quickly.

"You don't need to sign with anyone else, You're mine. Who cares what people think I have you and you have me, Stop being unreasonable. You knew what you were getting into. Now hold still."

(This was so fun to write! I will write separate Sae HCs, In a fic. Also, Feel free to send me requests! I'll have them done in no time! Xoxos! Thank you for your request Anon!!)

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hopeless-romanceb · 2 years ago

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Needy Boy (Konig X Reader)

Note: This is pretty much just smut so interact at your own risks. Mommy Kink. Konig is a sub in this story. (Look at this pretty boy<3)

Konig had just gotten back from a couple months of deployment. It was the middle of the night and he couldn't be more happy to see you and hold you again. He quietly opened the door to your shared apartment then quietly took his shoes off and put all his other stuff down. Walking down the dark hallway being careful not to hit anything Konig made it to the bedroom. He saw light coming from under the door and thought to himself why you were still awake. When Konig opened the door he saw you laid out on the bed asleep with nothing but his shirt on. The shirt that you are wearing was bunched up and Konig could see that you weren't wearing any underwear underneath. Slowly and quietly he walked towards your sleeping form. Sliding his hands up your legs towards your unclothed cunt. Konig could feel the pressure in his pants and it was getting painful. He couldn't help but think that you were doing this on purpose just to tease him. He knew you would punish him for touching you without your permission but he couldn't help himself. The thought of you punishing him made him even more hard. He bent over you and started kissing your neck while gently rubbing your clit. You started to stir awake. "K-Konig what are you doing." you whispered while barely awake. "Shhh liebling I just need you so bad. Please let me have you." he said his accent coming through more because of the lust. "Ko you know you're not supposed to touch mommy without permission." "I-I know mommy but I couldn't help myself. Y-You just look so good." You shifted so he was under you. He whined at the feeling of your unclothed cunt on his dick. "Tell mommy what you want and she'll give it to you." You said while lifting his hood off his head to kiss his neck. "P-Please liebling t-touch me...u-use me..do whatever you want to be. Let me be your good boy." "You're so pretty when you beg for me. You're such a good boy" He whined at your words buckling his hips to try to get friction. Instead of teasing him any longer you started to take his clothes off and when you got his pants and boxers off he sighed in relief. You licked your lips at the sight of his cock that was leaking precum. You climb back on top of him and slowly started to sink down on top of his cock. Konig whined so loud and sighed at the feeling of you wrapped around him. After a couple minutes of adjusting to his size you started to move at a medium pace. When you started to move he immanently put his hands on your hips. Skin slapping skin, moans and whines are the only thing that could be heard in the room. "Y-You're so big Ko. S-So good for mommy." He let out a load moan at your words. "M-Mommy y-you're making me feel so good." Konigs eyes rolled to the back of his head. He was trying to hard to be a good boy for you but it's been so long and you felt so good around him. "You're such a pretty boy. Such a good boy. I'm getting close baby" You moaned out. The knot in your belly getting tighter and tighter. Your nails started to dig into his shoulder. "Mommy I'm...gonna... please I need to come..Mommy please" he moaned out. "Come for be baby. Be good and come for me" After you said that he let out a loud moan and came hard. Feeling him come inside of you made that knot in your belly snap. Slowing down your pace to ride of the waves of your high. You stopped completely, both you and Konig taking deep breaths. You slowly got off of him which made him wince a little bit. "Welcome home baby" You helped clean him up and kissed his forehead. Both of you fell asleep with your big boy wrapped up in your arms.

#konig imagine #konig x reader #konig cod #konig x you #spicy stuff #smut #cod smut #cod x gn!reader

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mattsturnii · 3 months ago

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hii! so i saw that u were new, and i wanna req chris and female reader movie night ? with lots of fluff

You lay in the white bedsheets of Chris' bed waiting for him to leave his bathroom and start the movie night that you two have been planning for weeks. You were looking forward to it all week and were really impatient wanting him to be done as soon as possible. You've both been busy with him focusing on his youtube career with his brothers and you with your job as a popular influencer online.

Chris is out of the bathroom and a smile immediately forms on your face as he joins you in the bed. You turn to him excitedly "Ive been looking forward to this for so long!" he chuckles "I know you have, and so have I. I've seriously missed you so much" He kisses you softly and you smile. You lay your head on his chest and say "I missed you more" he smirks "impossible" you smile "nothings impossible" You laugh and he wraps an arm around you smiling. You open your laptop and scroll through movie choices on different streaming services to pick the best one. "What movie do you want?" you question wanting to choose a movie he would enjoy. He caresses your hair calmly and smiles at you "I'll be happy with whatever you pick, as long as you're lying next to me I'll enjoy anything love." your cheeks heat up at his words and he smiles at you. You decide on the popular rom-com 10 things I hate about you. Chris leaves the bed quickly, turns off the lights and lights a candle to set a cozy mood. "Is that the candle I got you for your birthday?" You beam at him while he smiles "Yeah, I've been waiting for the perfect opportunity to use it and I think this is it." He gets back in the bed wrapping his arm around you pulling you close and you both lay in bed together enjoying each other's company.

As the movie plays he switches between caressing your hair and rubbing your back. The soft touches of his fingers causes you to feel tired and you say "Chris i'm gonna fall asleep." he smiles "sleep baby, nothings stopping you" you pause the movie and turn to him "no but i wanna spend time with you, i haven't seen you in forever" you pout at him while he caresses your face softly as if you were the most delicate and precious item on earth. "Baby, we have the whole week together. you're barely keeping your eyes open." he chuckles softly and you whine knowing he's right. "come on i know you're tired lay down" he guides you to lay back on your chest. He puts the laptop away and blows out the candle. He places a light kiss on the head while whispering "sleepy girl". You lightly open your eyes and say "shhh." while cuddling into him and he chuckles "rest baby". You fall into a comfortable sleep within his arms with the sound of light rain falling on the house.

word count- 505

A/N- sorry this is short! I decided to keep it short and sweet (Sabrina is that you?!) since this is my first ever fic and i'm testing the waters with this one to see you ya'll like my writing! I really hope you all like it so I can feel more comfortable with my text one and add more to it!

#chris sturniolo #chris sturiolo fanfic #christopher sturniolo #fluff #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #fanfic #chris sturniolo x reader #x reader #movie night

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gazsluckyhat · 5 months ago

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Sarah's House

Seven - Sunlight

Masterlist

So first off. Super important. A lot of victims of SA become hypersexual. It's normal and happens alot. SO DO NOT COME AT ME WITH BULLSHIT. Unless you have been through it hush.

Now, this one is SMUT. Super long and dirty. So enjoy!

Price knew he shouldn't take the mission. The outcome seemed obvious, or so he thought. Until he wasn't anymore.

Like calls to like. Or something of the sort.

Price sits with Sarah in his lap until her breathing finally evens. Her head tucked into his neck, his hand rubbing circles and humming in her ear. Anything to calm her. He knows Ghost is long gone with her father by now, his flight rapidly approaching. His shirt is damp, snot and tears soaking the sleeve.

"Lets go inside, Lovie, ya'?" She nods agaisnt him. Price stands with her in his hold easily, her weight nothing. He catches Johnny at the door, he pulls it open so they can easily come inside. Sarah shivers when they get in, the air conditioning colder than she expected. Reaching for Johnny's arm she tapped her finger agasint it. -.. .- -.. / --. --- -. . Dad gone?

"Ya' lassie. Ghost took 'em." She turned back into Price's chest and started to cry again, this time much softer.

"Shhh. It's okay darlin'. It's all gonna be okay." Price spoke sweetly, doing anything he could think of to calm her down. Gaz nodded towards her, arms outstretched.

"Let me 'ave her." Price shifted her over, her body easily molding into him. "Promised I'd do your' hair, ya'?" Sarah nodded, closing her eyes as he carried her upstairs.

Gaz has her sitting on the bathroom counter, back facing the mirror. She'd almost freaked when they'd walked in. He still didn't fully understand why. She kept her eyes closed as he cut her hair. Making it even and adding some nice layering. She'd whimpered and leaned into him when he'd started brushing her hair. The knots not even bothering her. Gaz had set up his phone, music playing softly.

"This looks good on you. Wanna see?" Her eyes snap open, fear clear as day. She shakes her head, silently begging him. "Hey, easy. What's wrong?" Tears are pricking in her eyes again. What does she say? I can't look at the pathetic girl in the mirror because she quite actually makes me sick to my stomach? Or The girl in the mirror is nothing but a broken shell of who I spent my life avoiding to become? No, she can't tell him that. She couldn't stand to have him look at her with pity.

"U-g-ly." He pushes her hair out of her face and holds her head straight. Getting eye level as he talks. She can't look away, not with how he's holding her cheeks, but she doesn't even want to. Gaz's eyes are dark but light at the same time. They're so different from Johnny's. But she could stare at both forever.

"Listen to me. You are not ugly, love. Never could be. Don't let them take anything else away from you, okay? You make my heart race, have since I saw you all cleaned up for the first time. Prettiest thing around here. Way better than them boys downstairs." Sarah chuckles and Gaz kisses the fallen tears off her cheeks. Lingers there for a few minutes, Sarah drinks him in. The warmth of his breath, the way his lips feel and how he smells. She wants to stay like that, wants to actually kiss him. Wants him to tangle those hands in her hair, leave bruises along her neck and collar bone. He pulls back and Sarah swears she sees something like hunger in his eyes. He hides it with a smile and places his hands at his sides.

"Would you be willing to try and shower? Need ta' get that hair off ya'." Sarah straightens up. She knows she needs one. Hasn't been really clean in two years. Whore baths only going so far. But the fear is there, along her shoulders and in her chest. "I'll be right here, or I could get Price or Soap." Sarah nods, reaching for his hand.

"Don-t leav-e?" Gaz squeezes her hand and smiles at her.

"Never." He starts the water up, back to her. Sarah slips off the counter and kicks off her pajamas. She steps closer to the shower, fear enveloping her. Gaz turns around and quickly averts his eyes. He tells himself to be respectful, even if he wants to just trace her body with his fingers. He can tell she's scared. She is shaking her hands a little. "Is it warm enough?" She's frozen beside him. Sarah tells herself this is different, she's not being hurt, she's gonna get clean. She suddenly has a idea, not sure if Gaz will even agree. She turns to face him, trying to use her best puppy dog face.

"Sh-ow-er wi-th me?" Gaz blushes, eyes studying her face. She's batting those pretty green eyes at him and God, he can't say no to her. He nods. Her lips forming a smile.

"Of course, pretty." He strips to his boxers, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. But she stops him before he can get in, her fingers pointing at his hips, a confused look on her face. "Oh, don't wanna make you uncomfortable." She's shaking her head, pointing at her own naked body. Gaz was trying really hard not to look at it, man. Even malnourished she's beautiful.

"Naked." She touching his hips, finger tips slipping into the waistband and snapping it. Fuck, Gaz has to take a deep breath. Beg the blood to stay where it's at. But he nods and pulls them down his legs, kicking them to the side. He catches the way her eyes wander over him, focusing on each section. He's worried he's ruined it, made the moment weird. "Hand-some." She takes his hand and pulls him into the shower with her. She hides in the dry spot, right out of the stream. Water is warm and Sarah tries to relax. She wants to be able to enjoy the water again. Used to love swimming and bathing and long hot showers. Gaz stands in the stream, droplets splashing off him and onto her.

"Let me help you." And he's grabbing her, placing her back to his front, ignoring the need he feels. "Take deep breaths love. Try and relax for me." And she does, even leans her head back on his shoulder. Allows the water to wet her hair, face and body. It's nice. Really nice. With Gaz behind her, rubbing her arms and humming in her ear she relaxes. Allows the tension to wash away with the water. She also tries her best to ignore the heavy and warm body part resting agaisnt the base of her back. Ignores how it's dribbling something sticky onto her skin or how her brain is imaging it agaisnt her tongue. She has a feeling it'd weigh it down and fill the space easily.

"Want me to wash yor' hair?"

"Mhmm." He does, takes his time and scratches her scalp. Lathers the conditioner in it and lets it sit. Hands her a loofa with a nice smelling soap on it and looks away when she runs it across her chest and between her legs. Washes her back for her, then happily rinses the thick hair clear. They stay like that until the water runs cold, Sarah immediately getting out. Gaz chuckles and wraps her in a fluffy towel, chooses to wrap one around his hips. He towel dries her hair until it's just damp. Helps her get dressed in a pretty pink top and the softest sweats she's ever had. And of course wears the pink slippers he bought her. She follows him to his room, watches as he grabs his clothes. Loves the way his back muscles move as he gets dressed. Almost drools when he drops the towel and she gets a clear view of his ass. Thanks whatever God sent this man her way. She always was a ass girly.

"Enjoying the view?" He smirks at her and she nods. He flexes his arms at her and kneels right in front of her. "So pretty." Sarah surprises him. She leans down an grabs his face, planting her lips on his. It's quick and simple and then she's pulling back. Leaving Gaz shocked and frozen. Johnny calls her name down the hall and she jumps up to follow. Gaz stays stuck to the hardwood.

Ghost closes the door behind him and is greeted with Sarah firmly placed between Johnny and Price, a game on the telly. They're explaining the rules and what is going on to her. He can see from here she's confused. Even chuckles to himself as he makes his way in. He decides to save her from boredom by asking her to help.

"Flower, wanna help with dinner?" She's standing up and by his side in a instant. Her green eyes shining as she follows into the kitchen. Ghost easily lays out the ingredients they need, pork chops, flour, eggs, cream and various other things. "Come 'mere. Stand in front of me." He puts her where he wants, and wraps his arms around her.

"Gonna teach you how." And he does. But she doesn't process a damn thing. No, because she is too focused on his breath agaisnt her neck, or the feeling of his arms trapping her agaisnt him. The rhythmic beat of his chest and the way he massages the seasoning into the meat. His hands are the opposite of Gaz's. Way bigger, thick fingers and callouses. But god if she doesn't wanna taste them. Feel them in her mouth, suck the cream right off of them. Two would burn so good inside of her, might even ease the feelings away. Wonders if he'd use one or both. Maybe his mouth? God she hasn't had that even before she went missing. Hard to find a guy that actually enjoys eating her out. Or who's even good at it. Maybe Gaz is good at it too. Fuck, what about both of them, together. That causes her moan, just a little bit. She doesn't mean too and tries to hide it but Ghost has super hearing.

"You okay Flower?" Her cheeks are bright red. He can feel the way her heart is beating. Knows that she moaned, but he wants to know why. What has her moaning, her back tense, her breathing labored. She nods agaisnt his chest but he knows she's lying. Can feel it in his bones. "Wanna help me put it in tha' oven?" Sarah nods and goes to step away, trying to put as much distance between the two as she can. His touch doing nothing to stop the beating in her vagina. She thinks he's knows too. His brown eyes stayed glued to her face, catching every movement she makes.

"What's got you so worked up, huh?" He's got his arms crossed, the question hanging in the air. She shakes her head, averts her eyes. Think about anything but how he looks so fucking delicious in the Henley and jeans. Or how Gaz felt agasint her back. "Lying to me isn't gonna help." She once again shakes her head and shrugs. "Use your words." He's gonna be the death of her.

"No-thi-ng." Lies. He squints at her and then turns away, showing the bakeware into the oven. He stops beside her, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

"Yer' ah' bad liar, Flower." Leaves her in the kitchen.

Dinner is uneventful, the food amazing. The boys praise her while Ghost just smirks. She catches Gaz's eyes a couple times, can maybe see the want in them. But he doesn't hold her eyes long enough to truly see. His cheeks flush when he catches her looking at him. Sarah can't help but wonder if she made things worse. Should've just kissed his cheek. Stupid. So stupid. Russian scu- Johnny is talking to her. Electric blue eyes focused on her face. He's so pretty. Can't help but think it.

"Mhmm." She agrees to whatever he's saying. Doesn’t care what it is. His lips are moving and all she can think of are the marks he could leave with them. Fuck. Get it together Sarah. Can't figure out why he mind is so set on sex. Why all she can think of is hard cocks and skilled fingers. She just spent two years being raped and used like a sex doll. Sex should be the last thing on her mind. But yet at the sound of Price's gravelly voice all she can think about are nasty things he'd whisper in her ear as he fucked her. She still has bruises on her from fists and batons. Still hears their voices screaming in her head. Can still feel their touch on her skin. But god if she isn't horny. Feels like a teenager again. But feels ashamed at the same time. Who would touch her knowing what she'd done? Who'd she done. She truly was nothing but a Russian whore. They'd turned her into it. Fucked it into her skull. She was dirty, the kinda dirty a shower wouldn't fix.

"Where'd ya' go?" It's Johnny, eyes shining bright. She stares for a second before deciding to just go to bed. Her dinner ruined. By you. She thinks. She doesn't want them to see her wallow. She's afraid they'll she what she already knows is true. She doesn't hear them coming after her, maybe because she's not seeing shadow people. She closes the door behind her and breaths. Takes a second and finds a nice soft set of pjs then heads to the bathroom. Keeps her eyes closed as she sets her clothes on the counter and just tries to calm down. Counts to ten before she opens her eyes. The woman staring back is so different. She's bone thin. Her once full breasts now gone. The woman left is scary looking. Her hair is still thick but colorless. Her skin pale and lifeless almost. The eyes that mirrored her fathers now look with horror. She doesn’t see any semblance of the Raven. The once strong and fierce soldier. Everyone used to stare in awe but now all she gets is pity. Doesn't even realize her hands are shaking until hers are covered by another set. She looks up into the brown eyes of Ghost. He's watching her. Eyes studying her face, the tears that have leaked down once full cheeks. The quiver of her lip as she holds back a sob.

"Don't do it." He speaks softly. But sternly. "Flower, you are killing yorself'. I know what you went through. What they did to yo-" She cuts him off. Eyes going wide.

"No." He doesn't know. No one knows. "You- don't." She's stumbling over words. Trying to put them together. "Raped me." She lets the tears fall. "Would put food-" Takes a breath as she stutters. "In front of me-e-e. Te-ll me to w-ork for it." Ghost stays still, using his body as a crutch for her. Keeps her hands under his.

"You don't have to tell me." Ghost tries. She doesn't listen.

"When I'd bleed, from how raw I was-" She shakes her head. "They'd use another hole. Until it was bleeding. Joked about taking my teeth so I could suck their cocks better." Ghost has to tighten his hands on hers, actually feel her because he's on the brink of losing it.

"When they learned I could speak Russian they would spit at me. Say vile things. Make me repeat them. Ask for them." She closes her eyes. "Made me their whore." She barely has the words out before Ghost has her spun around and pressed into the counter. His hands locking her in place.

"You are not a whore, Sarah." He's shaking, she can feel it. "You are a survivor. The strongest person I've ever met." His eyes are damp, the lashes sticking together. "What they di-did to you is disgusting and inhumane. Should've never happened. If I could I would personally break every single person's neck who hurt you. Make them beg like they did you." He's angry she realizes. Beyond angry even. And not at her but at them. The men who'd touched her and spit on her. "I'd take you home. Away from them and with me." Her breath hitches in her chest. Him? Sarah stares. She can see it in his eyes. The need, the want. For her. She takes her fingers and places them just under the start of his mask, pulling up. Asking a question. He covers her hands.

"Flower." She tugs on it again. A plea this time. She points at her scars. "I can't."

"Please." He can hear it in her voice, something new. He can't tell what it is though. There's something about how she's holding the fabric, her fingers pulling it taunt. He can't tell her no. And it'd be nice to be Simon with her. Simon who loves bluebirds, Simon that likes to hike, and maybe even Simon that sleeps with his arm around Sarah. Maybe even just Simon.

He pulls on the hood, her fingers pushing the mouth up and away. Closes his eyes as he throws it to the floor, fear metallic in his mouth. He can feel her fingers. They're tracing every scar and bump and valley. She lingers on his lips, humming to herself. He expects her to back away, leave him there alone and ashamed. But she doesn't. She stands there then pushes herself onto the counter and pulls him to her by his belt loops, doesn't even give him time to adjust before shes pulling his head down and kissing him. It's soft, that of someone who's testing the waters. Simon pulls away, her face unreadable.

"Flower." His tone is warning. Sarah sees it then. His grip on her thighs tells her as much. What she had seen in Gaz's eyes was right. She sees the same in Ghosts. Desire. It's bright and eating away at them. Any other person would have just acted but not them. No, they took her feelings into consideration, put themselves aside. Her heart swells from it. So she leans forward again and kisses harder. He pulls away again, just not so fast. "Flower, stop. We can't." He's saying it more to himself then her now.

"I wa-nt to." It's short and simple but no, he won't accept it. Not from her.

"I can't. I won't be able to hold back and If I hurt you…" She cuts him off, setting his hand between her legs. Where a damp spot had been made. And fuck if it wasn't warm. He closes his eyes and sets his forehead agaisnt hers.

"Ple-ase Ghost."

"Simon. My names Simon." Then he's kissing her. Hands in her hair and actually kissing her. She fits perfectly agaisnt him. And she's so fucking warm. She moans into his mouth and reaches to his pants. He pulls back with a groan.

"I'm not fucking you on the bathroom counter for the first time." Sarah giggles as he lifts her effortlessly and carries her to the bed. He pulls his shirt off first and yanks her pants and underwear down her legs. He takes them over his shoulders and dives head first. Breathing the scent of her skin in. Of her. He nibbles on her inner thigh. "Three taps for red Flower." And then he's in. The hair that is there is minimal, malnourishment does that. He licks up the middle, the sweetness causing his eyes to roll back in his head. She moans, loudly too. Takes her hands and grabs a fistful of hair. He moans into her. Finding her clit he swirls his tounge around it, feeling as it pebbles up. When he adds pressure she whimpers and arches her back. He chuckles at her.

"Mmmmm. Taste so pretty Flower." He presses a finger into her mouth and her lips suck onto it instantly. Lets her soak it with her own spit before slowly pulling it out. He slips the finger inside her, making sure to ease it in. There's discomfort on her face, so he pulls it back. Sarah's eyes open and she shakes her head.

"Wanna feel good." It comes out a whimper, but he understands. He kisses her inner thighs and nods. Going back to devouring her he presses the finger in more, working it inside her. He feels her rolls her hips agaisnt his mouth, whining. He needs her to cum on in his mouth first. Wants to taste it. So he goes faster, presses harder. Sarah can't breath. The pleasure snapping at every nerve ending. Can feel it licking up her spine. She's moaning, her words unintelligible. But that's okay, Simon doesn't need her to talk, no he needs her to writhe on his tongue. And she does. Her grip tighter as he feels her tighten around his finger. He quickly slips in another, needing to work her open if he's gonna fuck her. That does it. She sobbing agaisnt him. Her release covering his hand and mouth. And still he stays there, slurping up every drop until she's pushing his head away. Licking his lips he crawls up her body, kissing along the way. Slips his fingers into her mouth, makes her suck them clean.

"Taste how sweet you are, such a good girl. Cuming on my tongue." She whimpers around his hand, a shiver going down her back. Pulling them out he pushes her top up and off, quickly kissing between her breasts. "So fuckin' perfect Flower." She moans pulling him closer and slipping her tongue into his mouth. He pulls her hear, tilts her neck to the side so he can kiss it. Leaving couple marks as he does, the way her body convulses making her so much harder.

"Ne-ed you, Si-mon." She whines it, yanking on his bicep. He chuckles. His girl is impatient. He kisses her again as he kicks his pants off, fisting himself a couple times before leveling it with her cunt.

"'Member, three taps." She nods agasint his forehead and he sinks the tip in. She grips his arm, digging her nails in. He kisses the corner of her mouth, slowly pushing in further. Her eyes squeeze shut and he wonders if he should stop, but she's not tapping yet. She's breathing deeply and just trying to relax. He kisses her cheek now. Try to comfort her. When he finally is fully seated in her, he rubs her arms. After a few minutes she opens her eyes and smiles.

"Feels go-od." He nods, rolling his hips slowly. Her eyes roll in the back of her head as she moans. "Fu-uck." He takes that as permission to go a little faster, and fuck, does it take every last ounce of self control to just not bully into her. To fuck her pretty little head empty. To replace every last memory of what they did to her away and leave only him. His cock imprinted on her cervix.

"Fuck, flower, so fukin' tight." He drops his head to her neck, his pace killing him. And apparently she knows it, smacks his ass a little.

"Fast-er." He checks her eyes, wanting to make sure she's still here and not lost in her head. When he's satisfied he does as she asks. Rolls his hips faster, pounds harder into her. And god if it isn't the best feeling in the world. She's so tight and warm, he knows he won't last long. And neither will she, she's already groaning loudly and trying to meet his thrusts. He can see she's close, she just needs a little more. So he gives it to her. Angles her hips up so he can hit deeper, thrust a little hard. And she's gone. His name coming off her lips in moans and mumbles. He can feel her release coating him and dripping down, the sound lewd. The way she's chanting his name like a prayer gets him so fucking close. She's scratching his arms and shoulders and back. Her body jerking with each thrust. Just a little more.

"Simon, please." Her eyes are locked to his and that's all he needs. With one finale thrust of his hips hes spilling into her, his body falling onto hers. She doesn't try to push him off or complain, just weaves a hand in his hear and rubs his back. Ghost closes his eyes because, god, it feels so fucking good. To just be touched. To be cared for. He knows he's squishing her, can feel how her chest struggles to expand. He feels almost bad, afraid he's hurt her. But when he rolls off and actually looks at her the feeling goes away. Her face is that of bliss. She's completely relaxed. Her muscles limp and pliant. He kisses her head before running to get a rag to clean her up with. She lets him, doesn't say a word. And when he's done and crawls into be beside her she snuggles into his chest, wrapping her legs up with his. A hushed thank you whispered into his skin.

#call of duty #john price #call of duty smut #johnny mactavish #kyle garrick #call of duty imagine #soap #ghost #gaz #price

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namecantbeblank · 2 years ago

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I have nothing to post today bc I've been incredibly busy so I am reposting headcanons I posted a while ago. Mutual who will likely see this shhh. Also this is going to be a LONG post so buckle up

- Foolish and Bad are both minor deities from seperate sides of life. Foolish is a god of life and living, while Bad is a minor trickster god that wriggled his way into a grim reaper position on the weekends. In a way, they're enemies, but one can't exist without the other.

- The Cucuruchos (aka 'Smile Bots') are robots. However, they don't hold a collective consciousness, meaning you theoretically could make friends with one of them, while another barely knows who you are.

- The Cucuruchos don't write in books, they print a piece of paper from their mouths. Adding on to that, their mouths never move, though they can blink and look around, which makes them have an unsettling nature to them like animatronics. The Federation is constantly making changes to make them seem more friendly.

- The winged people (ex. Phil and Jaiden) that have been on the island for long enough have noticed their feathers growing back after being clipped, leaving them hopeful for a chance out, but before they ever grow back enough, they wake up to them clipped all over again. I believe this affects Phil the most, especially the first time it happened. He went as far as to hide his wings when he first saw them growing back, just in case the Federation wouldn't notice, and when he saw them clipped again he was distraught. He was furious. He punched a hole in his wall. Think of him yelling at QSMP when the eggs came back with cracks, like that. How dare they clip his wings? How'd they get in his house? This could have been a chance to escape the island with his family. But it was gone. He still hurts every time it happens after that, but it's not as bad as the first time.

Jaiden is more sad and humiliated. Whenever this happens, Roier understands that she needs to be alone, and takes care of Bobby for the day. Later that night, Bobby finds her in her room and crawls into her lap, telling her about his day while Roier makes dinner downstairs. Now that Bobby's gone, it's harder, but often times they both just lay together in Bobby's old bedroom, comforting each other with just their presence.

- Fit smoked cigars before he got Ramon. Spreen didn't really give a shit, but when Ramon started teething he found one and tried to chew on them, so Fit threw them out. Now he just stocks up steroids

- With the tickets, each pairing was given something to connect them to their partners. Colored bracelets, necklaces, earrings, patches, anything. They give off different signals- when the partner wakes up, is injured/downed, and gives off a ping to locate the other. That is, of course, if they wear them. Bads link pings, and he follows it, but no matter how far he goes, he never gets any closer. His match is out there, somewhere, he knows that someone is wearing his link. Quackity, though, isn't so lucky. His pinged at first, but it quickly died out, and he spent weeks searching. He refused to believe he didn't have a match. But, well..

When Slime first left for exile, he tried smashing his link, but it didn't work, so he just buried it. Mariana tried for days to try and get it to ping again, but Slime was gone, and since he wasn't wearing his link, he couldn't find him.

- Tallulah and Richarlyson both have physical conditions! One of Richarlysons legs is underdeveloped, he has a congenital LLD. As soon as they realized, Pac and Mike set to work making all kinds of assistance devices and treatments for him. From shoe lifts to canes to crutches, they made sure Richarlyson had whatever options he wanted depending on how he's feeling. Sometimes he just prefers being carried bc he's eepy. A lot of people see him as having an amputated leg as well! Same deal for whatever u headcanon

Talluluh has hyperacusis and type 1 narcolepsy. She's sensitive to most sounds, so Wilbur and Phil got her ear plugs and noise cancelling headphones, of course decorated, to help her. Though they don't have access to the proper medication to help her manage symptoms of narcolepsy, they found ways around it. Her beanie is padded and snaps on under her chin, protecting her head if she ever collapsed (think seizure helmets!). They work on identifying triggers and symptoms, and at times she'd prefer to be carried or use a wheelchair. Anyways I'm physically disabled and just projecting a bit 💀

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slvt4tom · 10 months ago

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Tom x f! Reader

Okay so I was listening to music and thought abt what to write since I haven't wrote something like this in FOREVER and I'm sorry but here's this

I'm still working on the other one..

Don't mind the fact it's been like a month or more.. Shhh

Y - you

T - tom

F - friend

E - ex (e/n ex name)

Warnings - a little angst

🎀🎀🎀

It was a very dark and gloomy day today and on top of it all ur boyfriend of 7 years just broke up with u today.. So you were walking around crying ur arms crossed over ur stomach basically bawling ur eyes out, u had accidentally bumped into someone so u look up to say sorry and ur eyes are met with beautiful dark brown ones, ur jaw basically dropped the tears turning into just clear stains on ur face and pretty quickly due to the wind tom had noticed but didnt say anything because he didnt know you (yet)

Y - ".. S.. Sorry"

? - "it's okay beautiful"

Your face was such a bright red it wasn't even funny maybe it was love at first sight? You hadn't realized who it was at first but then you took a few steps back and saw it was...

Y - "AREU TOM FREAKING KAUL-"

u get cut off by tom smacking a hand over your mouth making ur eyes go wide and you let out muffled screams but he told you to shh

T - "shh im not gonna hurt u princess, i just need u to quiet down so people dont notice me"

you had quieted down once he started talking and you just nod ur head as he takes his hand off ur mouth he had also asked if you wanted to go home with him, you said yes and he opened up his passenger seat for you to get in next to him. you guys had been talking for a while now outside, in his car on the way home, in his drive way, inside his house.

so i guess thats how you ended up here, cuddling the man of your dreams while watching a movie slowly but surely falling asleep in his soft warm touch, him playing with ur hair pulling u closer and closer by the second not wanting to let go.

the next morning was a whole different story!

u had woke up to the sound of stuff being slammed down, you went to check the time on ur phone and noticed messages spammed all the way down ur phone

"E/N💗 99+ messages"

U heard a big *THUMP* and got out of Tom's bed and went down stairs trying to find ur way to his kitchen once u did u went over to him wrapping ur arms around his shoulders from the top leaning ur head on his back.

Y - "hey are u alright? There's a lot of banging.."

He turned around taking your hands off him putting them at your side and turning back around.

T - "...who is that's guy texting ur phone.."

Y - "huh what are you talking about"

T - "that.. That guy who keeps spamming ur phone.. Are you dating him."

Ur eyes widened and the realization u felt horrible u had totally forgot to change his name in ur contacts after u guys broke up, so you took about an hour or so talking to tom telling him the whole story making sure not to leave out any details even though you guys weren't dating or anything you just wanted to reassure him so nothing got bad before it even started.

After a while of you guys like talking and becoming really good friends he asked u to start dating and obviously u said yes! You guys mad so many great memories over the years and hod so much fun, even when u guys fought you would take a break and then talk it out.

Such a cute healthy relationship!

🎀🎀🎀

Umm okay I got lazy towards the end and it's rushed because I feel I need to get something out so enjoy this pls!

#bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tokio hotel #bill kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel x reader

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writing-fanics · 1 year ago

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y’all are gonna be writing fanfics on a young Cornelius Snow? I’m calling it with the new hunger games prequel y’all thirsty

mofos gonna write fanfics on this man

👀

i might too idk

shhh

shhhhh

u saw nothing

#Cornelius snow #hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

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angelst4re · 2 years ago

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hi my lovely!! you're my favourite jamie writer, if you don't want to, you don't have to, but would you be okay writing something with jamie x y/n with vaginismus!

it's basically a form of sexual dysfunction where the vaginal muscles don't relax, regardless of how turned on you are, when penetration is attempted, so penetrative sex can be very painful or actually impossible as the muscles tighten and stop it altogether (like it is for me)

and so many fics just write y/n automatically able to have penetrative sex without much foreplay or prep beforehand, and i almost get jealous ig 😭. i would love to read smth where jamie is comforting about it (and maybe some smut with him giving you pleasure without having to have p in v sex)

thank u sm <3333

as soon as i saw this in my inbox i KNEW i had to write this!! i suffer from endometriosis and it often links with vaginismus, which i also have!! so this fic is very important to me :) and i completely agree with you and even i get almost jealous too when i read those fics haha! anyways... thank you so much!! and i hope you like the fic <33

Do You Trust Me? - Jamie Campbell Bower x Fem!Reader (with vaginismus!)

summary: it's your first time having sex with your new boyfriend...

warnings: NSFW!! contains smut! if this makes you uncomfortable then please don't read it my love <3

notes: as you may have seen at the top, i suffer from endometriosis, and it also happens to be endo awareness month right now! however, that's not what this fic is about... vaginismus is a very common condition and i don't feel like it's talked about enough, in fact i rarely ever see anyone talking about it, and it is almost never mentioned in fics :( so i hope to change this!! <3

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“Are you sure you’re ready?” Jamie asks, his chest heaving as he caught his breath, his messy blonde hair hanging over his eyes, damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as his body leaned over yours, caging you between his arms on the mattress.

“Yes,” you told him, hoping that this time it might feel a little less painful, especially after all the foreplay, “please.”

Jamie nodded his head, his lips slightly parted as he reached down between your bodies to line himself up with you. You felt your heart begin to beat faster and faster in your chest, you felt the anxiety building in your stomach as he began to push into you.

“Fuck-” He groaned, “you’re so- is this-”

“No, it’s okay. Keep going.” You told him, screwing your eyes shut and turning your face away from him.

It burnt, it stung, the pain was unbearable, but this was your first time with Jamie. You worried that you would disappoint him if you were to tell him to stop.

But then, suddenly, he stopped.

“Hey,” he took your chin and turned your face so you were looking at him, “this is hurting you, isn’t it?” He observed, quick to slip his cock out of you.

“No, no, it’s fine,” you told him, but the tears staining your cheeks told him otherwise, “you can keep going.”

Jamie shook his head, and moved to sit down beside you on the bed. You sat up too, and you felt an arm snake around your back and pulled you closer to him.

You couldn’t help but burst into tears.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” he ran his hand up and down your arm comfortingly, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“It isn’t okay.” You declared, crying into his bare chest.

“Is it your first time?” He asked gently, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“No.” You told him, “I’ve tried to do it before, but it hurts. It’s unbearable, Jamie.”

“What if I-”

“There’s nothing you can do to make it easier, not right now. It’s a condition, I’ve tried so many different things to ease the pain but it’s never worked. I’m sorry.”

“Darling, why are you apologising?” He asked, “if you think this changes my mind about you- about us- then that’s just silly!” He reassured you, and you turned your face to look up at him, a soft smile on his lips.

In every relationship you have been in, the sex is what has ruined it. It was clear to you that in the past these people had only wanted you for your body. They couldn’t deal with the fact that you didn’t want penetrative sex, and so they had left- or you had put up with the pain, but once it had gotten so bad you thought you would black out.

“Y’know,” Jamie began, and you could feel his hand creeping down your thigh, “there are plenty of other ways I can make you feel good- ways we can make eachother feel good. Do you trust me, sweetheart?”

“Of course.” You whispered, nodding your head, and you felt him smirk against your shoulder.

“Good girl.”

His hand moved closer to your inner thighs, and you gasped when you felt his fingers on your clit, rubbing teasing circles with his fingertips.

“Promise me you’ll tell me if anything hurts, if you feel the slightest bit uncomfortable.”

“I promise.” You said, growing when his fingers left your clit.

He moved again, and he was in the same position as he was before, kneeling between your thighs.

You furrowed your eyebrows, wondering what on earth he was going to do.

He stroked his cock with one hand, he brought the other one up to your mouth. You let him dip his fingers into your mouth, and you danced your tongue around the digits before he pulled them back out, he then switched his hands over, but instead of slipping his fingers into your mouth again, he used his thumb to tease your clit.

He pressed the tip of his cock to your clit, and you let out a small whimper. Your slick was coating him already, and he couldn’t help but curse at the sight.

He rocked his hips, and you suddenly realised what he was doing. The length of his cock rubbed against your centre, as his soft, velvety head nudged your clit again and again, and it felt heavenly.

You threw your head back, but Jamie stopped you, telling you he wanted your eyes on him whilst he ‘fucked’ you. He then leaned down and captured your lips with his, in a hot, passionate kiss. You truly don’t think you’ve ever felt so turned on.

“Does this feel good?” He asked against your lips, teasingly. He could tell by the way your hips rutted against him, wanting more.

He applied more pressure, rubbing harder against you and your mouth fell open, a string of moans, followed by Jamie’s name, falling from your lips.

It felt like your nerve ends were on fire, you bit down on your lip as his met your neck, giving the skin sloppy kisses and gentle nibbles. You could feel the knot in your belly tightening, ready to snap and send you over the edge at any second, and you could feel his cock twitch against your centre.

“Are you close?” He asked, breathlessly.

You couldn’t answer verbally, instead you settled on nodding your head, and digging your nails into his shoulder in an attempt to ground yourself. You could feel the pleasure building and building, eventually leading to one of the most intense orgasms you had ever been given.

“Oh my g- Jamie!” You whined, throwing your head back as you came. You felt Jamie’s hips stutter and you knew he was getting close, and the feeling of your cunt pulsing without him even being inside of you sent him over the edge, and he let out an almost animalistic growl as he came, coating from your lower belly to your clit in spurts of his hot cum.

You didn’t even give him time to come down from his high before cupping his face in your hands and pulling him down so your face was inches away from his, before crashing your lips into his. You couldn’t tell if it was an act of love, arousal or gratefulness, but he was quick to return the kiss, collapsing beside you on the bed and pulling you onto his lap, not caring about the mess he had made on you spreading on to him as he held you close.

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