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[skzdust]

Hotel Showers

SMUT. MINORS DNI.

This fic was a request from @chanchansgirly (here) and part of my 500 followers celebration! The request was prompt #1, only one bed, with Chan, NSFW!

I hope you all like it!

Summary: Y/n and Chan get stuck in a very cold hotel room together... and there's only one bed.

Pairing: Bang Chan x Flustered!reader

Includes: only one bed trope, handcuffs, fingering, cumming inside (PLEASEEEEE USE A CONDOM IRL)

Word count: 1.9k

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“Seriously?” You blinked at the desk attendant.

He smiled back at you apologetically. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I’m afraid the blizzard’s got us more crowded than expected. The only room we have left does just have the one bed.”

You sighed. “Just give me the key.”

He nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

You walked back over to Chan, key card in hand. “Sorry, it looks like they’ve only got one room left, and it only has one bed.”

Chan smiled. “Oh, no worries. It’s just one night.”

“I can sleep on the floor if you want. Or in the chair. Those hotel chairs are surprisingly comfy sometimes. I mean, sometimes they’re just not, but, like, this one will probably be fine.” You found yourself rambling.

Chan laughed. “Y/n, if you’re okay with sharing the bed, that works for me.”

“Oh—okay.” You could feel your cheeks reddening.

He turned towards the elevator. “Lets’ go.”

You went upstairs to your room, and you pulled a book out of your bag to read while Chan was in the shower. You tried to stop yourself from thinking about that shower, about the water running through his hair, down his shoulders, over his abs, and lower…

You closed your book with a sigh, opting to doomscroll instagram instead.

The water turned off, and a few minutes later Chan opened the door. Thankfully for your sanity, he was wearing a shirt. “Bathroom’s all yours.”

You smiled. “Okay, I’ll just be a few minutes.”

You went into the bathroom. It felt strangely intimate, erotic, almost, to be in a bathroom filled with the steam from Chan’s shower.

You started your shower before you realized you’d left your body wash in your suitcase. You resigned yourself to hotel soap before seeing Chan’s little blue bottle on the shelf. He must’ve left it there.

He probably wouldn’t care if you used it, right?

You carefully squeezed some into your palm. It smelled good, masculine and clean.

You got out of the shower, dried off, and put on a T-shirt and sleep shorts. You regretted your decision as soon as you stepped out of the now even steamier bathroom. “My God, it’s cold.”

Chan laughed from where he was sitting under the covers. “I was just messing with the thermostat, doesn’t look like it’s getting any warmer in here.”

You gave a short exhale. “Of course.”

Chan patted the sheets beside him. “Here, it’s warmer in bed.”

You got in bed with him, burrowing under the blankets. “I guess a little bit.”

“Can I help?”

“Can… can you help?” You were confused.

“Can I touch you?” Chan’s smile was soft. “Just to help warm you up.”

“Oh… um, yeah, please.”

Chan reached towards you, pulling you into his arms and cuddling you close to his chest.

You were sure he was able to feel your heartbeat, because you could feel it all over your body, especially between your legs.

“Are you comfortable?” Chan whispered.

“Yeah, I’m really comfortable.” You pushed your head into his chest. “You’re warm, Channie.”

“Channie?” He laughed.

“I— sorry, I just, like, a nickname, you know, like, how, like, friends call each other nicknames. You know, like friends do?” You rambled.

“Y/n, calm down. You’re allowed to call me Channie. I would even go so far as to say I like it.”

“Oh.” You could feel your cheeks going hot.

He paused for a moment. “Wait.” He helped roll you over, so your back was flush against his chest. You could feel yourself growing wet at the manhandling.

He pushed his face into the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply. You took a shuddering breath of your own at how his lips brushed your skin.

“Did you use my body wash?”

“Um… I forgot mine, I didn’t think you’d… mind.”

“I don’t… mind, exactly.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I think it’s hot more than I think it’s a problem. Which is, in and of itself, a problem.”

“Why?” You breathed.

“Because we’re sharing a bed… catch my drift?”

“I think you need to spell it out for me.” You shifted, angling your hips against his crotch. You could feel a bulge forming already.

He hissed. “Y/n, don’t tease.”

“I’m not teasing.” You whispered. “I mean it.”

You squeaked as Chan flipped you around again, and you were met with his piercing gaze. “You mean it?”

“Yeah.”

His hand drifted up the inside of your thigh. “How do you want it?”

You were a little taken off guard. “Want it? I— uh, inside me, I think.”

He laughed, then brought his lips up to your ear to whisper to you. “I mean, do you want it rough? Want to worship me? Want me to put you on a leash and choke you like a dog? Do you want me so bad you’d do anything for me?” He nibbled on your earlobe, and you shifted with a whine. “You know, if you’re into that.”

“Yes, Chan.”

“To which one?”

“All of it.”

He smiled, and you were caught off guard by his wide, ray-of-sunshine grin. “We’re gonna have fun. I’ll be right back.” He got off the bed, and you shivered at the sudden loss of his heat.

He shuffled through his luggage before pulling out a pair of leather handcuffs.  You didn’t even want to question where he’d gotten them or why they were in his suitcase. “You want these?”

Your eyes widened. “Ye-yes, Chan, I do want those.”

“Good girl.” He murmured, climbing back onto the bed. “I’m gonna tie your hands to the headboard, okay?”

“Yes, Channie.” You held out your hands. He guided you to lay back, and he fastened the cuffs around your wrists and then clipped them around the headboard. You tugged a bit at them, and you moaned when they didn’t give.

He just sat in front of you for a moment, watching you watch him.

“Beautiful.” He eventually mumbled. “Lift up those hips for me, and we’ll get your shorts off.”

You nodded, lifting your hips so Chan could slide your shorts and underwear off. You were soaked, and Chan dragged a finger through it before licking it clean. “Damn, all this over me just touching you a bit?”

“I— I mean, before, the shower, I was just thinking about— um, about nothing.” You stopped before you could make a complete fool of yourself by admitting to picturing him naked in the shower.

It was too late for that, though. Chan raised an eyebrow. “Were you thinking about me in the shower?”

You swallowed. “Uh… maybe.”

He shook his head, smiling. “You want me more than you’ve been letting on, don’t you?”

“Uh… maybe.” You said again.

His eyes raked over you. Once, then again. “Can I finger you, sweetheart?”

You felt a wave of heat rush through you, and you were hyperaware of your heartbeat again, pulsing through you. “Yes, please.”

He circled one finger around your entrance for a moment before beginning to press inside. You whined.

He paused. “Something wrong, baby?”

“No!” You squeaked. “Nothing’s wrong! Keep going, Channie, please.” You breathed the last word, and you were unsure for a moment if he’d even heard you until he hummed.

“Please sounds so good coming from your mouth, baby.” He all but purred, pushing his finger in all the way.  Your eyes rolled back, and a broken moan fell from your lips. “Say it again.”

“Please.” You whispered. “Another finger, Chan, please.”

“You’re asking so nicely.” He added another finger, as requested, and you arched your back off the bed.

“Fuck.”

“Can you take another?”

“Yes.”

He added in a third finger. You felt so deliciously full of him, and you absently wondered if his cock would fill you up as good.

He pulled out his fingers and licked them clean, keeping eye contact with you the whole time. His tongue lewdly lapped at his long fingers, making wet noises.

You moaned. “Please, Chan.”

He paused to raise his eyebrows at you. “What are you begging for, hm?”

“You.” You said honestly. “Want you, um, deep— deep inside me.”

“Shy all of a sudden?” He dropped his hand to your pussy, rubbing at your clit. “I’m gonna be deep inside of you in just a second, sweetheart.”

You pushed your hips into his hand, and he laughed. “Greedy little thing.” He pulled away to take off his shirt and pants, leaving him completely naked on the bed in front of you.

“Fuck.” You whispered. You’d known he was muscular, but he was absolutely gorgeous like this, sculpted like he’d been made by Michelangelo.

And his cock… he was big, and he was hard, and you wanted him so badly you were practically salivating.

“Can I fuck you now?” He whispered, his hands hovering over your hips, waiting for your consent.

“Yes, Chan, please, yes.”

You watched as he lined himself up with your dripping hole. “Ready?”

You nodded. “Mhm.”

You put your attention to his face as he pushed inside, at the way his expression went slack as he went deeper and deeper inside of you. You tried to reach up to touch him, but the cuffs rattled loudly.  Something burned inside you. The restraints were turning you on.

His eyes snapped open. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just… it’s hot, not being able to touch you, while you touch me all you want.” You said shakily.

He smirked. “Good, that’s the goal.”

“Can you fuck me now?”

He pushed your hair back from your desperate expression, gently pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Yes, sweetheart.”

He started to rock back and forth, and it took a bit of adjustment before you found a position that was comfortable, but when you settled into it, it was heavenly. Chan’s cock hit spots inside you you didn’t even know existed, and you were soon seeing stars. You gently moaned with each of his thrusts, the sounds of his skin on yours and your moans and his strangled noises filling the room. Chan was so good at this, so good at figuring out exactly what your body needed.

Chan changed angles one more time, and you were suddenly crying out with every motion inside you. “Fuck, Channie, that’s so good, don’t stop!”

“I’m not gonna stop, sweetheart.” He grunted, his hands beginning to feel up your chest. “I’m not gonna stop. You feel so good around me, so warm, so nice and tight, fuck.”

You whined, glad you were being good for him.

Eventually Chan’s movements grew animalistic; his thrusts shorter, tighter. “I’m gonna cum, sweetheart.”

“Inside!” You moaned. “Cum inside, Chan, please, please, Chan, please— oh!”

You could feel him cum inside you just as your own orgasm hit, and you twitched through it while Chan collapsed on top of you.

Both of you were drained. Chan unclipped the handcuffs and took them off, and you cuddled under the blanket. “So cold.”

“It is.” Chan wrapped himself around you. “What do you say we take another shower, together, to warm up and clean off?”

You nodded, snuggling into his chest. “Yes, that sounds lovely.”

“That means we actually have to get out of bed, you know.”

You gave a long-suffering sigh. “Fine.”

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[sxswriter]

🔞 NSFW headcanon that you and Sylus are college roommates who share an apartment.

WC: 500+

One day, Sylus decides to hide one of your precious plushies to get under your skin, and for an entire week, he refuses to tell you where it is. Luckily, when he was out for his afternoon classes, you seized the opportunity to look through his room. After searching high and low in the apartment for the past couple of days, you were convinced that it had to be in his room.

You comb through every corner of his space, but after failing to find it, you finally set your sights on his closet as a last resort. Just as you’re about to start your search, he unexpectedly returns to the apartment much earlier than you anticipated. Not wanting to be discovered, you quietly slip into his closet, leaving a small crack to peek through, and decide to wait for him to drift into his usual afternoon nap.  

But imagine your surprise when you see him sitting on his bed, leaning back against the headboard, and pull his hard cock out, and start jerking off. Of course, you knew it was wrong to be practically spying on your roommate during such a private moment. But the way he tilted his head back, his cheeks flushed, his abs tensing, and the sounds he was making made it difficult to look away.

It didn’t help that your thoughts had spiraled into wild, suggestive fantasies. You bit your lip as you imagined how your lips would wrap around his cock, struggling to fit it all in– because he was huge. The way your tongue would trace every curve, making sure not a single spot went untouched. You imagined how he would look when he finally reached his peak.

Your thighs rubbed against each other but it did nothing to alleviate the growing ache inside your core. You struggled to stay silent when your hand slipped underneath your shorts to rub against your clothed core to possibly seek some relief. 

All your attempts to remain quiet vanished the moment you heard him groan your name. He was thinking of you. You cursed yourself internally as a soft gasp escaped your lips, causing him to halt and turn his head toward the closet. You stepped back, wishing you could blend in with the hanging clothes, silently praying he hadn’t noticed.

But of course, luck was usually never on your side.

As Sylus opened the closet door, he looked down at you with a mischievous smirk. “Enjoying the show, sweetie?”

You half-expected him to be angry about your invasion of his personal space, but he seemed more amused than anything.

“Not really,” you replied, matching his smirk. You’d never give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he affected you. “I never got to see how it finished.”

You saw the way his eyes roamed over you, and you were certain he noticed how your thighs were pressed tightly together or the way your hardened peaks pressed against your top. Even in shorts and a loose t-shirt, you felt exposed as if he were undressing you with his gaze.

“I see,” He finally said. 

Your breath hitched as he stepped closer, closing the distance between you. Leaning down, Sylus whispered into your ear, “How about you help me finish, then?”

[moosesarecute]

Mate stealers

You always know it’s coming. Even though you for the most part have more good days than bad, the bad days still come. And they hit you hard every time.

After your wings were ripped off your back, you had spent almost a year healing your back and relearning how to walk. You couldn’t fly on your own anymore, but other than that, you expected your life to go back to normal.

But your back didn’t heal completely.

Even close to 500 years later you still had flares of pain every now and then.

Today was one of those days.

All week, your back had been in mild pain. Lightning, but short pain that spread through your upper back to your shoulders and neck. Then it would go a few hours before it happened again.

You had been good! You took a break from training and did your stretches instead. So when you yesterday didn’t have any pain, you went back to training with your mate.

A big mistake.

The second you woke up, you knew that you wouldn’t get out of bed today.

“Do you need anything?” Your mate, Azriel, asked you the second you opened your eyes.

“I’m alright,” you answered with a fake smile.

“You’ve been whimpering in pain all night, love. I know you’re in pain.”

You laid on your stomach and his hand laid carefully on your lower back. His fingers making small circles. The other hand was brushing your hair away from your face.

“Yeah, it’s quite bad today,” you replied with a sigh.

After a small kiss to your forehead, your mate left your shared bed.

You tried to stay still, as the pain usually got worse when you move.

After a little while you felt the bed dipping as your mate sat down carefully.

“I’m going to pull up your t-shirt now,” he said as he tucked the t-shirt you wore up so that your back was uncovered.

“Ha!” You exclaimed. “You emitted that it’s my t-shirt.”

You felt the nice coolness of your pain relief cream as Azriel applied it to your back. He softly spread the cream on your upper back, shoulders and neck.

“It’s my t-shirt, lovely,” he said with a small sigh. He always acted like he was annoyed when you took his clothes, but you both know that he loves it when you were his t-shirts. “But I guess you’ll borrow it as long as you want to.”

After another kiss to your head, he again left the bed.

“Where are you going now?” You asked. “I want you to stay here!”

“You’re too impatient for your own good,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m just making breakfast and some tea. I won’t be gone long. And just can just call for me if you need it.”

You just answered with a hmpf and stayed in the bed.

Slowly you felt the relief cream start working with a murmur. It felt so good! It moved through your back and it didn’t take long before the pain was only half as bad as before.

You yawned. It felt very nice. Another yawn. Sooo good. Another yawn and your big violet eyes closed.

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As Azriel walked back into your shared bedroom he was met by one of his favorite sights: his mate, sleeping and at peace.

He hated to see you in pain without it being anything he could do to fix it completely, but the truth is that he was used to see you in pain.

He knew that your back hurt you more than you let on, but he also knew that his mate was way too stubborn to get any help unless it was absolutely necessary. A trait you got after your father kept belittling your problems.

Without making any sound he sat down the tray with food and tea on the nightstand. He walked over to the other side of the bed and laid down.

He pulled down your t-shirt and tucked you inn under a blanket before he scooted closer to you and laid his arm over your back. If it was a nap you needed, he would join you.

He quickly reached out to Rhys explaining that you two would not come to training the next couple of days.

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You woke as soon as the pain relief cream stopped working. The pain that spread through your upper back, neck and shoulders was constant. You felt it ache and when you moved it was like lightning struck inside your body.

“A bath is what I need”, you thought.

You slowly turned your head and saw your love sleeping beside you. His eyes were shut and his face looked calm.

Azriel almost always woke before you, so you loved to spend some time watching him sleeping and being totally calm if you woke up before him.

After a few minutes, you decided to get out of bed and into the bedroom.

You slowly turned around, waiting for the pain to hit. But weirdly enough, the pain didn’t get any worse.

You hesitated before you moved to a seated position, but again, the pain was at a tolerable level.

You decided to go for it and in a quick movement you stood up from the bed. You stood hunched, ready for the lightning to start, but it didn’t.

Relieved, you straightened your back and took a step forward.

“Ahhh,” you whimpered as your legs gave out with the pain.

Not even seconds later, Azriel was beside you on the floor, helping you to stand.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice lingered with both worry and frustration. “You should have woken me up.”

“I’m sorry, Az,” you said. “It didn’t feel that bad and I wanted a bath.”

You were leaning all your weight onto Azriel as he carefully walked you into the bathroom. He helped you sit down on the toilet seat.

“I’ll get the bath running, wait here.”

Not even a minute later he was back, helping you undress for the bath.

“Left arm up.” You did as he said.

“And now the right one.” You lowered your left and lifted your right arm.

“You’re doing great, love.”

He then helped you stand with extreme care and held you up when your legs couldn’t.

“I’m going to pick you up now, okay?” You nodded.

He moved your arms around his neck, lowered his hands behind your knees and then gently picked you up from the ground. His eyes were looking at your face the entire time, a way for him to see if the pain worsened. Lucky for you, it didn’t. Azriel was way too careful with you for it to hurt.

He lowered you into the warm water and you immediately hummed in relief.

“Want me to wash your hair?” He asked.

You shook your head. You just wanted to relax in the heat for a while.

“Are you up for family dinner tonight? Or do you want to stay home? Rhys is asking to know how much food he and Feyre need to prepare.” As he spoke he pulled your hair away from your face and made sure it didn’t get wet. He also left a trace of small kisses on the top of your head.

“I want to go,” you replied. “But I’ll need help, so if you don’t want to help me all the time, we can stay home.”

His movement stopped.

“I love taking care of you, Y/N,” he said in an almost stern voice. “I will help you walk for the rest of our lives if you want me to. Of course I want to help you get to family dinner tonight.”

You felt overcome with love and send it all down the bond. Not even seconds later you felt your mate’s soft lips upon yours. The bond hummed with happiness.

“Do you want braids or a ponytail?”

“You can choose.”

You felt his hands part your hair into two pieces. He started with one side and began making a braid. Soon after he started, his shadows began braiding the other part of your hair.

“Leave,” Azriel tried to shush them away, but it didn’t help.

His shadows loved to play with and braid your hair, but unfortunately, they were very bad at it.

In the end, Azriel finished his braid, took the one the shadows tried to make apart and fixed it.

His shadows clung to you and didn’t listen to him for the rest of the night. They are truly toddlers at heart.

“You’re ready?” Azriel asked you.

“Yeah, but I need help up,” you answered.

You had spent the entire day reading and knitting in bed. You had finished your current book and started on pair number two of the socks you were knitting to Azriel and yourself.

So even though you were in pain, it still was a successful day.

Azriel started to walk over to help you stand up from the bed, but before he reached you, his shadows grabbed your arms and slowly pulled you up.

“Thank youuu,” you told them.

Azriel rolled his eyes at the shadows, or toddlers, as he usually called them when they acted against him.

Your mate then picked you up and shadow-walked you to the River House.

“Want to walk or should I carry you to the dining room?” He asked you.

It was no secret that your back hurt you, but you still didn’t like feeling that vulnerable, even in front of your family.

“I’ll walk,” you answered.

Azriel sat you down on your feet, but held one hand on your lower back to help you gain balance.

Lucky for you, his shadows had no plans to let you walk alone.

They soon covered your entire upper body to steady you as you walked forward. It didn’t go any fast, but they definitely helped you.

“Mate stealers,” Azriel grumbled behind you.

He then snorted.

“What?” You asked.

“‘She’s our mate too’,” he answered in a lighter and slightly annoying voice, pretending to be the shadows. “They’re more possessive than I am.”

“I like it, love. I know both you and the toddlers always will help me, if I need it and if I don’t.”

Azriel smiled at you as he walked closer to you to give you a kiss.

Unfortunately for him, the toddlers wouldn’t let him and soon pushed him back to his place a small distance behind you.

[livelaughloveluffy]

500 followers special !!! - steamy shower with black leg sanji

a/n: i figured it was only fair to treat you guys as a huge thank you for all the love and support i've been getting on my fics!! it genuinely means the world to me that everyone has been so kind in supporting my hobby and love for these glorious characters!!! without further ado, the long awaited promised smutty fic!! i really hope you guys enjoy!! i've literally never written smut before so know i'm doing my best and hopefully get better with time 😭😭😭

a/n: okay the more i think about it, i dont really know if this actually counts as smut but like it's a lot steamier than fluff so.... take that however you want 😭😭😭😭😭 you know fluff is my thing but i really tried 💀💀

a/n: you guys know i can't resist to link songs to my fics (since i often write while listening to music) and this song literally perfectly encapsulates the vibe i'm going for, so here it is!!

smut under the cut!!! minors dni (or at least don't let me catch you) 💗

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the soft sunlight streaming through the window shining on the toned bare torso of sanji is akin to a work of art and a blessing to be the first thing you opened your eyes to this morning. your groggy morning voice can't help but croak out the comment "good morning, handsome" at the beautiful blonde only a few feet away from you slowly undressing.

sanji's gaze meets yours as he walks over to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. his soft flowery voice whispers the response "good morning, mon amour. did you sleep well beautiful?" you mumble in response, hand on the side of his face to move his lips to yours, you just can't resist pulling him in for a kiss.

when you finally pull away, faces still inches apart from each other as sanji leans over you, you ask "for what reason am i being blessed at the sight of you like this?" sanji's laugh was music to your ears, and the slight blush that slowly appeared on his cheeks was simply adorable. "i was just going to jump in the shower." he replied, clearly doing his best to contain how flustered he is by your comment.

a wide smile grows across your face as you can't help but reply "care if i join you?"

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sanji's arms find their way wrapped around your body as he carefully lifts you out of bed, with your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, legs slowly wrapping around his waist, and giggles flowing out of your mouth as he leaves kisses on your neck carrying you to the bathroom with him.

once he has the door closed, against your better judgement, you slowly drop to the ground, arms still around sanji's neck as you stand in front of him. your lips find each other like its second nature and you can't help but get lost in the taste of him. his tongue brushes against your bottom lip, asking permission to enter your mouth, to which you happily oblige. your hands travel from the nape of sanji's neck down to the front of his chest, slowly making their way to the side of his hips. your fingers dance at the top of the elastic band holding up his boxers.

as your tongues swirl around each other, fighting for dominance, you can feel warmth spreading in your core as your kissing becomes more heated and fervent. a soft moan slips from your mouth and into sanji's, making him press his body even closer to yours. one of his hands gripping your hair, the other slowly moving up and down your torso, finding its way under your oversized t-shirt.

with the feeling of your skin under his fingers distracting him, yours are slowly beginning to toy with the band of his boxers, carefully sliding them down to continue undressing the man in front of you.

sanji catches on to this immediately, pulling away from your lips, you hear his desperate moan of the word "finally" as a whisper in your ear. he uses this short time of his lips off yours to lift your shirt over your head and off your body. it takes an extreme amount of restraint for sanji to step away from you to turn on the water, allowing it to warm up before you two get in the shower.

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you can see how his pupil is dilated so wide, it's a struggle to see the vibrant blue of his eye as he turns back towards you. he gently intertwining his fingers with yours and pulls your hand and body into him. his lips are back on you barely giving you time to catch your breath as your bare chest is pressed against his. sanji's hands land on your hips, making quick work of pulling your shorts and underwear down in one quick motion.

he pries himself away from the gentle touch of your lips to pepper your cheeks with kisses, slowly working his way down your neck. you can't help the hitch in your breath as you feel a slight pressure of suction as he begins to leave hickeys in between his kisses. his bright smile seems to glow as he looks back up at you, crashing his lips back onto yours with a new fervor of excitement.

your fingers tangle in sanji's golden curls as you deepen your kiss, sliding your tongue into his mouth and slightly jumping to wrap your legs around his waist. his hands grab your ass in order to support your weight. the heat of your kiss mixes with the hot steam emitting from the shower and the passion of his touch consumes your every thought . feeling his skin pressed against yours felt like a spark of electricity. causing your hips to naturally grind into him, eliciting a deep groan from sanji.

there's a feral look in his eye as he pulls himself away from your lips and begins carrying you into the shower with him. the water falling from overhead slowly begins to wet you both. you brush sanji's damp blonde locks away from his covered eye, slicking his hair back. you press your forehead against his, unable to pull yourself away from the impassioned look in his eyes. you place a final gentle kiss against his lips as he lowers you, allowing you to place your feet on the floor of the shower.

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with a slight echo, sanji raises his voice to speak over the sound of the water hitting against the floor, but his praise rings out and falls upon your ears "god, you're so beautiful mon amour. i can't believe you're all mine.." you can feel as your face warm with a soft blush coating your cheeks due to the compliment, you shyly reply "you're not so bad yourself, pretty boy."

it's become standard routine for the two of you to shower together, as there's something so intimate about being able to gently rub soap into each other's skin, sanji can't help but think of it as an act of service, and it's one that he genuinely loves to provide for you.

the feeling of his soap-covered hands gently exploring your body is one that you're used to, but somehow his touch still makes you weak in the knees under his touch. it doesn't matter how long the two of you have been doing this, the lust that radiates through his skin still warms your heart. his hands deftly massage your shoulders, slowly working their way down your back.

when he's finally satisfied, you hear his delicate voice whisper in your ear "i'm going to start on your hair, mon amour." soapy hands tenderly begin softly massaging your scalp, sanji takes extra care to make sure no water or soap falls into your eyes. nothing but a soft moan of pure relaxation escapes your lips. when he's finally done rinsing out your shampoo, he carefully applies conditioner to the ends of your hair, just the way you like it. his voice cuts through the ambience of the pattering water yet again as he requests "okay, turn towards me, mon cheri."

you're met with sanji's piercing blue eyes, full of adoration for you. you watch as his eyes slowly look you up and down, clearly enjoying the view in front of him. he only meets your eyes again when he senses your slight nervousness at his undivided attention.

•♡•

as you finally muster up the courage and lather your hands with soap, you press a quick kiss to sanji's lips before telling him "it's your turn now." and as your hands find a place on his shoulders, you can't help but admire the gorgeously toned body of the man in front of you. his muscles are soft and lean, but definitely prominent. with your hands slick with bubbles, you gingerly rub the soap into sanji's chest, dragging your hands downwards towards his abs, giving extra attention and time softly caressing his v-line.

eventually moving your hands to his hips, while at times sanji can be a bit insecure about his thin waist, it's one of your favorite physical traits of his. pulling his body closer, you finally pull your eyes away from his soft pale skin and meet his yet again.

"mmm, you're such a pretty boy... i'm so lucky to have you.."

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a/n: guys, the way my face was literally warm from how much i was blushing while writing this is actually insane 😭😭😭 i am so notoriously down bad for this man UGHHHHHHHJJNDKJNFKSBF

a/n: also a big thank you to my lovely friend melody who was kind enough to beta read this for me and help me edit!!!! she's a fucking real one. 😌

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[rassicas]

I spent way too long on this but I tried to calculate the exchange rate of Splatoon G to JPY using a can of pringles, which sounds ridiculous and it probably is, so I'd like to fact check with someone smarter and has actually been to japan. So I ask. How much were pringles in Japan?

well. i dont remember. i only bought shitty knock off pringles for like 170 yen bc it was the only salt and vinegar chip i could find. unbelievable. the real thing cant be more than 500 yen in stores?? i see what youre trying to do here either way certainly not half the price of a nintendo switch game, unless these mr munchy flavors are like rare imports and video games are cheaper in the splatoon world. and then the tissue box is almost 500G which sounds okayish, albeit a lil expensive for a single tissue box if 1G=1JPY

1G=1JPY seems to work fine for the clothing items and that seems to be the intent. a high quality brand name jacket and vest for 10000 yen? sure. a simple new t shirt for 800 yen? that sounds right.

meanwhile hotlantis pricing is just fucked. most items feel like 3 or 4 times more expensive than it should be when converted to yen.

irl squid cushions ive seen between 2500-3500 yen, so 9980 divided by 4? sounds right

an instant noodle thing like this i see from anywhere between under 100 yen to 300 yen. but if we were to divide this by 4 then thats still 800 yen which is kind of crazy, but seems almost reasonable if its some limited time thing or some fancy import. lets go with that. the aforementioned 498G tissue box? divide it by 4, about 125 yen for a tissue box sounds realistic. maybe were getting somewhere.

i think harmony should be shot

[noobrandindiatees]

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[rainydayathogwarts]

Not drunk

just a short little 500 word blurb this week while I'm working on a longer Emily Prentiss fic for next week.

James carried you up to his dorm, smiling slightly at the way you giggled, admiring his face. "You're so big and strong Jamesie" You slurred, allowing him to place you on his bed, throwing his sheets over you. "Mhmm?" James inquired, turning around to leave when he heard you mutter "Stay. Please." He grinned, moving the covers so he could join you under them, your arms immediately wrapping around his torso.

"You're so fluffy and cuddly." You murmured into his t-shirt. "I think you've had a little bit too much to drink tonight." You gasped. "'M not drunk!" James chuckled, nodding along. James looked down at you when he felt your fingertips graze his bare abdomen from under his shirt, raising his eyebrows at you. "Can you give me a kiss?" You whisper at him shyly, as though it was taboo.

"One kiss and you'll go to bed, right?" You hummed, nodding at him, not realising how much you disliked that negotiation. James bent his neck down to press his lips to your awaiting ones, and you hummed, one of your hands moving up to play with his hair. You deepened the kiss, pressing your body into his, feeling your boyfriend's hand come down to rest on your lower back, pushing you deeper into him. James pulled away from the kiss ever so slightly, but your lips had already begun wandering to his jaw and down his neck. "What happened to our deal there sweetheart?" He asked, giving up and letting you push him back so you could straddle his hips.

"What deal?" You echoed. James coughed to hide a moan, moving uncomfortably under you to try and hide his growing boner. He put his hands on your hips, completely stilling your movements and looked you straight in the eyes. "One kiss and then you'll go to sleep." He stated. You pouted slightly, sitting back directly on his dick, oblivious to how James tightly shut his eyes for a few seconds, breathing out deeply. "But I can't sleep without you." "I'll tell you what, I'll stay right here with you, but you have you try and sleep." You nodded, immediately moving to lay down on his bed, feeling the mattress dip down as he followed your movements, wrapping his arms around you to spoon you.

James let out a shaky breath when you moved your hips so your ass was pressed up against his hard-on, biting his lips when you let out a groan. "Mhm, Jamesie? Can you take my bra off. it's uncomfy." His eyes widened, hands immediately going to undo the clasp of your bra, getting somehow even harder when you moaned in comfort. "Tha's better, thanks baby." And luckily for him, you were asleep in mere minutes. He sat there contemplating for a second before he got up, rushing to the bathroom to finish himself off, panting above the sink.

In the morning, there was a note next to the bed saying "I'm sleeping in your dorm, couldn't risk getting hard again. xx J"

[foundmywei]

Buddie Fanfic Recs 3

Here are my favorite buddie fics, I will be updating this as I read~

Check Part 1 and Part 2 for more

(last updated: 07/10/24 - 30 fics)

10k words or under

still by brewrosemilk

(9,368 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

For the first time, Buck longs for a bullet wound to treat. Dirt to dig at. A door to break through. Something. There’s nothing. “Your guess was correct, Diaz,” the bomb technician tells them, as he gestures to the orange circle. “You’re standing on a large sensor plate, wired to a detonator. It’s incredibly important that you don’t move. Don’t shift. When you put your weight down, it was like cocking a gun - you take your weight off, this thing is powerful enough to take the entire house with it." Inspired by Castle, S05E22: Still

If You Said I Do I Would Too by giselleslash

(5,894 words | General Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

Eddie starts telling people Buck’s his husband to get out of annoying flirting situations on calls. Buck starts to like it a little too much.

platonic co-parents don’t kiss like we do by thelikesofus

(7,113 words | Mature | Chapters: 1/1)

Chimney wants it on public record that if he ever goes to therapy the bill is to be sent to Buck and Eddie, and that should he ever end up in an early grave for reasons related to his co-workers and their absolutely unhinged inability to act like normal people they will also be paying for all of the flowers at the funeral—and Chimney wants a lot of flowers. OR 5 times other people see Buck and Eddie kiss + 1 time they really mean it.

baby, say you'll always keep me by hattalove

(8,251 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

“Yeah,” Eddie says, and the darkness behind his eyelids takes on a white edge. “Be good. Nice to be married,” he yanks on Buck’s t-shirt, “best friend.” Finally, Buck takes a breath that sounds off somehow, but he laughs too, and that sounds normal, Eddie thinks. A normal laugh. “Sure, Eds,” he says, and there’s his hand in Eddie’s hair again, a puff of breath on the crown of Eddie’s head like Buck leaned in to press a kiss there and then stopped, but why would he stop—“I’ll marry you if you remind me tomorrow.” or the one in which joking about being married to your best friend is all fun and games, right up until you realize that you're not laughing.

the book of love by colonoscopys

(8,075 words | General Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

It was a pretty regular day. He had an eight hour shift the day before, slept in a little bit, ate dry toast and drank a black coffee before dropping Chris off at physical therapy for an hour. If he had known he was gonna die, he would have sprung for the hashbrowns in the freezer.

I'll Take "Sounds I Wish I'd Never Heard" For $500, Alex by Kwills91

(5,582 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

Buck and Eddie get together through grindr...but not the way you'd think OR Buck hears the Grindr notification sound on Eddie's phone - several times - and inevitably has a crisis about it.

an inch away from more than just friends by allyasavedtheday

(9,963 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

“I think Eddie’s in love with me.” She gapes at him, mouth working for a response that doesn’t come until Chimney beats her to it. “Eddie’s what?” Maddie claps her mouth shut, stepping aside to let Buck through. Chimney’s on the floor in the living room with Jee playing with her tea set. “You’re not involved in this conversation,” Buck says, pointing at him. “It’s your fault in the first place for even putting the idea in my head.” Maddie apparently finally finds her voice, appearing at Buck’s side and looking between them. “I’m sorry, what? How did Chim put the idea in your head?” “Him and Hen!” Buck exclaims, waving a hand. “They told me I should pay attention to how much Eddie wants to be around me.” “And you took that to mean he’s in love with you?” Chimney asks incredulously. * In which Buck has a clipboard and a list and is about to romance the hell out of Eddie Diaz.

by any other name by coldbam

(7,618 words | Explicit | Chapters: 1/1)

“Eddie, this guy—he gave me my name.” Eddie’s eyebrows crease together. “Buck here is forgetting the full introduction.” Bailey steps forward and extends his hand to Eddie. “Evan Bailey, 178. I go by Evan now.” He winks, and he’s still got Eddie’s hand grasped in his, the handshake going on a lot longer than necessary. But Bailey always liked to make an impression, especially with— Well, especially with guys he thought were hot. * Eddie meets one of those other Evans from Buck's academy class. Buck is totally normal about it.

11k-40k words

I can see it in your eyes (do you mean it?) by smilingbuckley

(29,353 words | Explicit | Chapters: 6/6)

Eddie hears that his cousin is getting engaged. Not wanting to get set up by multiple family members on awkward dates so he can bring someone to the wedding, he and Buck plan to fake date. They put a lot of thought into it, getting comfortable with PDA, going on fake dates, even practicing kissing once... and then it's finally time to travel to El Paso. But faking it is hard when he's not really faking it at all. -- He fully blames his rom-com brain, having just watched The Proposal – the fake dating classic, if you ask him or Chimney. “What if I’m your fake date?” Eddie’s head snaps sideways so fast, Buck worries about whiplash. “What?” Buck shrugs, trying to play it cool, but really, his heart is beating loudly in his chest. “I mean, people sometimes already think we’re a couple. We’re very comfortable around each other, so sharing a bed or holding hands wouldn’t be too bad. That way your family could back off. And, I don’t know, maybe a few weeks after, you say we decided to just be friends and leave it at that. Or you don’t and they’ll back off full-time with the dates.” Eddie stares at him, “You’d do that for me?” “Sure,” Buck answers, like it’s no big deal.

you could call me babe for christmas ('tis the damn season) by prettyboybuckley

(30,268 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 2/2)

"You could come with me," Buck blurts out, his own eyes going wide as he processes what he just said. Eddie looks at him with his mouth hanging open, eyebrows slowly creasing into a frown and Buck's mind grapples for an explanation, even if the reason he said it is quite simple: he always feels safer with Eddie by his side. "My parents want me to come to El Paso," Eddie says, and he looks like the words taste bitter in his mouth. "I'd love to get out of that, but I can't just leave Christopher with Abuela or Pepa while I run to Pennsylvania. Never mind that my parents would never accept it without a good reason." "Christopher can come, of course." OR: Buck and Eddie pretend to be dating as Buck takes the Diaz boys along to Hershey. Once there, things get a little out of hand, and Buck comes to a realization...

Ready-made Family by Dark_Rosaleen

(15,884 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 6/6)

“Sure, I love the zoo.” Chris is saying with that perfectly adorable giggle that makes Eddie want to melt whenever he hears it—which is far too infrequently these days. “My dad takes me there all the time.” Eddie’s head snaps up at that, quick and sharp. His fingers go numb and he scrambles uselessly with the tongs as they fall with a loud clatter against the grill. Because Eddie can count the times he’s been to the zoo on one hand. It’s Buck who’s been taking Christopher there nearly once a week for years.

change the prophecy by Daisies_and_Briars

(30,150 words | Mature | Chapters: 12/12)

Buck has never felt secure in any of his relationships; he’s been searching for someone to see him the way he feels he’s meant to be seen, but after things start going downhill with Tommy, he thinks that person might just not exist. Eddie cannot figure out what’s wrong with him when it becomes clear things with Marisol aren’t going to work out. But what if they’re both forgetting something?

made your mark on me (a golden tattoo) by thatbuddie (talktothesky)

(15,010 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

“I want another tattoo.” Eddie shatters the silence delicately, careful not to disturb the peace that cocoons them. Pressing his hand further on Eddie’s shoulder, because he knows Eddie like no one has ever known him before, like no one will ever know him again, Buck asks, “Here?” Eddie nods, tightening his fingers around Buck’s forearm. “It’s kind of…” Eddie pauses to find the perfect words, until he realizes he doesn’t need them. “It’s kind of for you. And for me. For us. You could… I’d like you to get it too.” The corners of Buck’s lips curl in a soft smile as his fingers curl around Eddie’s shoulder. “I’d like to get it too.” (or, Buck and Eddie keep getting matching tattoos, and then discover that maybe everyone is right when they think it means something more.)

authentication by v_greyson (greyson)

(18,028 words | Explicit | Chapters: 1/1)

"I think we should go clubbing again," Buck announces in between Forza races. "We have a Friday in the middle of our 96, it would be perfect." "You guys planning something?" Hen asks, coming over from the kitchen with a bowl of trail mix. "I'm trying to get Eddie to come pick up guys with me," Buck says. Hen's eyebrows arch high above her glasses. "Really," Hen says. "It's more of a wingman situation," Eddie tries to explain. "Yeah, Eddie picks the guys so I don't make stupid decisions," Buck says, flicking through menus to pick a new racetrack. The combination of Hen munching peanuts and looking back and forth between them makes Eddie feel like he's a zoo exhibit. Best Friends, captured in the wild, still feral, exhibiting behaviors heretofore unknown to science. "Well, good luck with - all that," Hen says pointedly to Eddie. She is definitely not talking about the video game.

keeping score by arcanaphora

(23,202 words | Mature | Chapters: 1/1)

“Bless your heart, you really are new to this. Good for y’all, though. I’m glad this ship is… accepting.” Eddie straightens in his seat. “What does that mean?” All four wince as a young man taps the microphone onstage. “Testing, testing,” he jokes. “Welcome to the Cruisin’ Couples Trivia Tournament!” The patrons around them cheer. Eddie digs his nails into Buck’s skin harsh enough to make him wince. “Oh,” he breathes. “This is for couples.” or: After getting dumped, Buck is left with two tickets to a weeklong cruise. Eddie steps in to support a friend in need, but complications arise when his friend becomes his fake husband. All's fair in love, war, and trivia. OR or: The Cruise Fic

love letters to evan buckley by allwedontdo

(16,872 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 4/4)

“I want to ask Buck to marry me.” Christopher stares at Eddie, eyes so vibrantly blue in a way that reminds him of all the times that strangers would assume Buck was his father. Sometimes, he'd stand behind them in the grocery store and imagine Christopher was Buck's. That Buck was always theirs. All Christopher says that breaks Eddie out of his mind is, "Okay?” or Eddie has a question for the most important people in Buck’s life.

when everything's on fire by beartowns

(15,405 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

“Stay with me,” Buck blurts out the second Eddie’s eyes meet his. “We’ll pick up Chris after my shift ends in a couple hours, and you guys can—you can stay with me. Don’t get a hotel.” “Buck,” Eddie says, a searching look in his eyes. “You don’t have to do that. This is—this isn’t your mess to deal with, I can figure it out.” “I know I don’t have to,” Buck argues. “I want to.” or; Eddie and Chris move in with Buck after a fire. Buck breaks up with his boyfriend, buys a house with Eddie, and realizes he's in love. In precisely that order.

in love with every song you've ever heard by timeshareindestin

(19,223 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

Buck is fucking frozen. His mouth is dry, and his brain is blank except for oh no, oh fuck reverberating in his frontal lobe. He can’t answer. He feels the pressure against the metaphorical closet door, the hinges creaking against the weight of the boxes crashing down. “Are those… hearing aids?” He registers Eddie's voice through the ringing in his ears. It takes him a moment before he can finally whisper it out. He feels his head nod against his will. “Yeah.” The door gives out. or: how a conversation about tardigrades results in buck grappling with a disability he's suppressed, getting hearing aids, and realizing that the family he craves has been there for him all along. in that order.

What’s Your Love Language? by songbvrd

(18,332 words | Explicit | Chapters: 1/1)

“Which do you think makes you feel most loved?” Eddie thought for a long moment. Too long, maybe. Then he shrugged, “Honestly, Buck? I have no idea.” Buck’s brows pinched up. “What do you mean? When have you felt the most loved?” “Don’t make a big thing of this, Buck. Promise?” Buck made a show of crossing his heart, brows still raised curiously. “I’m not sure I’ve ever… really felt loved in a relationship? I’m not convinced that I know what makes me feel loved…” OR - After finding out that Eddie doesn't know what his love language is, Buck sets about finding out for him. He begins a five week experiment, one for each love language, to figure out which will make Eddie feel the most loved.

we found love right where we were by Polish_Amber

40k+ words

(70,004 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 7/7)

May realised a very long time ago that Buck was basically her stepbrother. So, when the lightning strike finally provided the impetus for Bobby to admit that he also brought a kid into their family, she had every intention of seizing the opportunity to properly integrate Buck into the Grant-Nash family. And, look, if in the process she also gains a brother-in-law… clearly the universe was just waiting for the opportunity to make that happen. - Or, the one where May ensures Buck is enfolded properly into the Grant-Nash clan, which means Bobby (and by extension the firefam, because gossip) suddenly gets significantly more insight into the inner workings of the Buckley-Diaz family, and all roads lead to Buddie…

Anywhere I Want, Just Not Home by Daisies_and_Briars

(54,856 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Series - 3 parts)

Part 1: When a work conflict prevents Athena from accompanying Bobby to Minnesota for the ten year anniversary of his family dying, Buck and May offer to go instead. Over the course of the trip, they all learn more about each other, and Bobby faces his grief. Part 2: When unexpected circumstances require Buck to travel back to Hershey for the first time in over a decade, Eddie and Chris are right by his side. Part 3: The dynamics between everyone change when Buck and Eddie have another child and Bobby moves on from the 118. Affectionately referred to as the "Grandpa Bobby fic"

Evan Buckley & The Coma-Verse of Madness by Daisies_and_Briars

(57,964 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 15/15)

After being struck by lightning on a call, Buck experiences a plethora of alternate realities showing him different directions his life could have taken. Fighting hard to get home, Buck learns what, or who, is important to him in every lifetime. Inspired by a mix of Marvel multiverses and The Midnight Library by Matt Haig.

and here, too, am i by Daisies_and_Briars

(41,117 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 4/4)

Six months into their marriage, Eddie is still struggling to decide whether or not he wants more kids, when he knows Buck does. The universe may not scream, but it certainly talks.

Leading with the Left by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

(84,763 words | Explicit | Chapters: 18/18)

When Buck said he was a "bartender" in "South America" what he actually meant was "stripper" in "Mexico." And when Eddie said, "What's your problem?" what he actually meant was, "Is this about the time you gave me a lap dance?" In other words, there's a few things the 118 doesn't know about Buck. Or Eddie. Or Buck and Eddie's relationship.

that magic feeling by woodchoc_magnum

(42,694 words | Explicit | Chapters: 2/2)

An alternate ending to season 7, in which Eddie doesn't completely blow his life up, and he and Buck realise they're in love.

something touched me (like a knife-blade) by kithmet

(42,076 words | Explicit | Chapters: 4/4)

“I feel fucking explosive, Buck. Like I’m about to go off at any second. I don’t want you caught in my mess.” His eyes sting. At the very least, Buck contains the sound of it in his voice. “Eddie, I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” he replies, “but I already am.” Eddie self-implodes. Christopher, seeking refuge, flees to Buck—whose priorities amount to, in varying order: take in the kid, get Eddie to talk to him, and keep the three of them afloat in the process. (Oh, and Tommy’s there too. He thinks.)

Descendants of Cyrano by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

(55,314 words | Explicit | Chapters: 1/1)

People have their characters romance each other all the time while playing Dungeons & Dragons. There's deep meaningful monologues and sometimes some crying. It's normal. "Normal" is definitely not the word for whatever Buck and Eddie are inflicting on the rest of the 118.

Held Up a Lightning Rod (Wonder Why I'm Struck) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

(128,759 words | Explicit | Chapters: 22/22)

When Eddie Diaz stumbles his way into money, he finds himself one of the most eligible bachelors in Los Angeles - to his dismay. He needs a way to get people off his back without confessing his messy marital situation, and Shannon's still not answering his calls, so he caves to a friend's suggestion: hire someone to pretend to be his partner. Enter Evan "Buck" Buckley: sugar baby, fire fighter, and the man about to turn Eddie's world upside down.

ice cream before dinner by cloudydaisies

(58,577 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

Missing Chris is less of an emotion these days and more of a physical entity. He’s sure everyone can see that he’s slowly hollowing himself out, that he can’t do much of anything else. But when Jee laughs at him trying to get his tongue to touch his nose, and Mara loops one of her arms through his to keep him from tossing the rest of his cup in the garbage, Eddie feels solid again. Maybe he likes yellow birthday cake ice cream after all. (or, gerrard messes with the team's schedules and eddie 'i just drove my son to flee the state' diaz is the only option to watch mara and jee-yun after school on tuesdays, which, shouldn't be a problem at all, right?)

[ushiwhacka]

gojo satoru + fem! reader | 500 words | mdni | hurt/comfort, soft sex, just sappy and emotional smut <3

he looks the same. strands of white hair spill over his eyes just the same. he feels the same under the pads of your fingers. he even smells the same, a little musky and very sweet.

but there’s something so foreign in the way he presses his forehead to yours, the heavy silence that hangs over the room. his touch solemn over your skin. there is a palpable sincerity to every twitch of his muscles, like he’s been laid bare for the first time, the regret, the desperation, the fear. the grief that clings to him like his own shadow. indifference too heavy of a shield to carry in the safety of your arms. 

“satoru —”

“i’m sorry.” voice hoarse, the words choked out through the tightness of his throat.

“satoru,” your hands push against his chest, just enough so that you can look at his face. “you promised me. you said you’d never leave.” 

“i’m sorry.”

“you said i could never get rid of you.” his hand moves to cradle your cheek and it’s almost enough to break you. nineteen days that have felt like years, like water in your lungs, drowning in the emptiness of your home. 

his eyes shining as he looks at you. “you’re not rid of me yet.” and he kisses you, soft lips gently brushing against yours. like you will shatter in his hands. like he might shatter in yours. 

he lets you pull the t-shirt over his head, then he waits. watches you trace a line from the freckle on his ribs to the other just above his right hip. diligent as you examine the little details of his body, making sure he’s whole. making sure he’s him.

then he wraps his hands around your wrist. an unspoken promise. he’s here. he’s here. he’s never wanted to be anywhere else but here. 

he’s here. with you in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist, draped over his shoulders as he ruts into you from below. it’s slow, his hips barely moving with how close he’s holding you. and he needs this, needs you. to feel your chest move against his, to breathe the air that you breathe. it’s enough to just bury his cock inside you, feel you twitch around him, to consume you with kisses.

there’s no urgency. just the feeling of him stretching you as he presses his leaking tip as deep as it will go, until you feel him in your tummy. hot and swelling and pulsing in the heat of your pussy. his hands warm on the small of your back, pressing into your flesh. he’s here. he loves you. he tells you between every claiming kiss that takes your breath away. that leaves your lips raw and aching. 

it’s all too much. he’s here. and your eyes are brimming with tears. big fat tears that burn their way down your cheeks. that stain his porcelain skin. he brushes them away with long fingers and a firm touch. 

“i’m here.”

thank you for reading! interaction is very much appreciated! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[englishstrawbie]

Written for @ekingston's multi fandom flash fiction challenge

Genre: canon compliant

Premise: in a waiting room

Trope: holiday romance

Subject: today I learned

Word count: 500

Maya’s leg jiggles as they wait for the doctor. She doesn’t dare look over her shoulder to where Carina sits, fearing the reception she will get. The expletives that had come out of her mouth when Maya had pulled her from the water were enough for her to be intimidated.

“This is all your fault,” Carina had grumbled, as Maya had practically carried her to the car.

“How was I supposed to know there were jellyfish in the water?”

Carina had huffed loudly. “It’s the Mediterranean, there are always jellyfish.”

“You’re the one who lives here, shouldn’t you know that?”

Maya had shut up after that thanks to the angry glare she had received in return. They haven’t spoken since, except to give the nurse Carina’s details. Maya wants to break the silence, but she isn’t sure Carina is in the mood to make small talk.

The conversation has been easy until now. They had met on Maya’s first night on the island, at a rooftop bar where Maya had found a table with a perfect view to watch the sunset. Carina had slipped into the chair next to hers, extending a hand and introducing herself with a confidence that sparked an immediate curiosity.

Two bottles of wine later, they had gone back to Maya’s hotel room where they had spent the next twenty-four hours in bed, until Carina had insisted she play tour guide and show Maya the best of her home: a grand palace, a beautiful cathedral, a bustling market. They had ambled around the city, neither one in a hurry – Carina in between jobs after finishing her residency, Maya taking the chance to travel while she figures out what comes next now that her athletic career is over.

On the fourth day, Maya had asked to go to the beach, keen to flex her muscles and swim in the sea while she is here.

“Come in with me,” Maya had asked as she stood over Carina’s sun lounger.

“I don’t swim in the sea,” had been Carina’s reply.

But then Maya had flashed her a smile and pulled off her t-shirt to reveal a striking red swimsuit, showing off her curves and strong legs, and Carina had quickly relented.

They had floated in the warm water, teasing each other under the surface – until a jellyfish had stung the bottom of Carina’s foot, landing them in the waiting room of the local emergency room.

Beside her, Carina mutters something in Italian.

“Does it still hurt?”

Carina shakes her head. “Not so much, but it’s starting to itch.” She smiles softly. “It’s not really your fault, you know.”

She must be able to read the guilt on Maya’s face.

“Well, today I learned to pay more attention to what creatures are under the sea.” Maya chuckles. “And how to swear in Italian.”

Carina laughs too. “Oh bambina, there’s more I can teach you.”

She leans over and whispers in Maya’s ear, her words turning Maya’s cheeks a bright red.

[onabat11e]

Hey! I know you’re not taking requests at the moment…but was just wondering if you’d ever write a fic (even if just a little blurb) about onas reaction to lucy in THAT outfit yesterday because god im obsessed!

ona would just send lucy this meme:

jokes aside, i wrote something short for this (thank you for the req)

rating: E for explicit (18+)

word count: 988 (tell me why i thought it would only be like 500)

Lucy: 1 attachment - time for the awards, miss u baby

Lucy sent a selfie of her in the mirror, showing off her outfit for The Best FIFA Football Awards. The blonde waves framed her face perfectly, showing off her small smirk and her chiselled jawline. Lucy slipped her phone away, needing to leave the dressing room to get ready to walk the green carpet. 

Ona sat up in bed after hearing her phone vibrate. She looked over to see a new message from Lucy. She felt her abdomen tighten immediately at the stunning selfie she had been sent. She typed a reply before opening the photograph to get a better look.

Ona: do you even know what you do to me Luciaaaaa 😭

Ona zoomed into the photo, wanting to take in every detail of Lucy in that outfit. The vest perfectly displayed Lucy’s muscular arms and strong shoulders. 

Her eyes wandered down Lucy’s arm, falling on the hand wrapped around her phone. Ona’s mind definitely did not start to imagine those fingers digging into her thighs as Lucy ate her out. And she definitely did not fantasise about the way those fingers would pump into her; the way her pussy would clench and cum around them, begging for more. 

She could picture the exact way Lucy’s bicep would flex as she pumped two fingers into her heat. The mental images made Ona’s stomach twist, a throbbing pleasure starting to arise between her legs. She almost felt embarrassed at how quickly she got turned on from the photo alone. She swiped off to send more messages for Lucy. 

Ona: that outfit is doing things to me

Ona: i need u so bad right now. so wet for you

Ona’s hand trailed down her torso, pulling her oversized t-shirt up over her midriff. Her hand dipped under her sweatpants, rubbing over the fabric of her panties. She inhaled sharply at the contact on her throbbing clit, feeling her body beg for more pressure. 

She quickly kicked off her sweatpants, letting them fall off the side of the bed. Ona raised her phone, the camera app open, angling it so her now exposed abs and underwear were in frame. She slipped her hand under her waistband before pressing the capture button. 

Ona: 1 attachment - wish u were here 

Ona dropped her phone before she dipped a finger into herself. Breathing deeply at the sensation, she gathered wetness from her entrance, rubbing it up her folds before circling the tip of her clit. She made slow movements, teasing herself the way she knew Lucy would. Her body heated up as the desire spread throughout it and her pace began to increase at her own neediness. 

Ona pushed a single digit into herself, feeling her walls flutter around it. Biting her lip, she let her mind wander again, thinking about how Lucy’s fingers would feel in her. She continued to work herself, her left hand fumbling at her phone to try and send another message to Lucy. 

Ona: need ur fingers in me so bad. mine don’t feel as good :(

She added another finger, curving it as she pushed deeper inside herself. Her head fell back on the pillow, eyes shutting as she imagined the way Lucy liked to fuck her into the mattress. Her free hand slid under her shirt, palming against her breast. She squeezed her eyes shut, visualising Lucy’s eyes darkening as she looked up at her, tongue toying at her nipple. Her fingers clasped a nipple, thinking about how Lucy would use her teeth to playfully tug on the bud. 

Ona’s hand continued to pump in herself, hips rocking to meet the thrusts. She increased her tempo, her left hand leaving her breast to play with her clit. 

The circles were roughly rubbing against her sensitive area, her body trembling at her rapidly approaching peak. With a final squeeze of her clit, Ona fell apart, a moan of Lucy’s name falling off her lips as she slowed her movements. 

Ona: just came thinking about how fine u are. i need u so bad right now baby

The fire in Ona’s stomach would not leave; she needed it to be Lucy between her thighs, not just her own hand. She fantasised about Lucy’s fingers deep in her, a warm mouth sucking her clit and cleaning up the cum leaking from her. She whined at the idea, fingers reaching down to play with her clit again. 

Ona: tell me you get to keep that outfit. i cant stop thinking about all the things i want u to do to me

She already knew her second orgasm would come soon, still feeling sensitive from the first. She bucked against her hand, the coil tightening in her core once more. Two fingers slipped lower, pressing into herself with ease.

Her movements got harder, the palm of her hand pressing into her swollen clit with every thrust. Her thighs clenched around her hand, body shaking as she came again, her clit twitching under her hand as fingers curved inside her to guide her high.

Ona: pls baby i’m so needy rn. i came again but it’s not the same. i need ur mouth on me. 

~

After the event had come to a close and all interviews had been done, Lucy was free to check her phone. She was shocked to see the number of notifications from her girlfriend. 

27 new messages. 

Lucy skimmed through the messages, feeling her face heat at the content of the messages. Her mouth went dry, looking at the numerous photos she had been sent of Ona touching herself and fucking herself. 

She quickly checked that no one could read over her shoulder before typing out her replies to Ona.

Lucy: oh my god ona?!

Lucy: fuck that’s so hot

Lucy: can’t wait to get back to barca and taste u

Lucy:*see u. sorry idk what happened there ;)

[sebsxphia]

“lemme wake you up.”

charlie young x reader.

￫ description: charlie will always take care of you, no matter the situation. based off this thought i had here.

￫ w/c: 500.

￫ c/w: cnc, p in v, sex, fingering, swearing and charlie’s jokes.

￫ a/n: this is the first thing i’ve written in ages. it feels nice to get the gears turning and put something out! my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

The combination of working late, a serious traffic collision three streets down from his office and a cancelled train, caused Charlie to slowly enter your apartment, hyper-aware that the door hinges on your front door needed oiling, again.

He slipped his shoes off and padded through to your bedroom at the end of your apartment. He knew he would find you sleeping, but how you were sleeping caused him to choke back a grumbled groan.

You were lying partly on your front, your arms tucked under the pillow, one knee hiked up and your other leg stretched out. It was summer and your air conditioning unit was seriously on its last legs, therefore you opted for nothing but a thin sheet to cover you at night. The sheet, by the time you had kicked it down with your legs, was hanging off the edge of your bed. You were wearing one of Charlie’s old college t-shirts, but your lack of any other items of clothing (including underwear), is what made Charlie groan how he did.

You stirred slightly and mumbled out, “Charlie, baby. Hey. Y’ home.” Your voice was laced with sleep and your eyes barely opened, but enough for a smile to break out on your face as you watched how Charlie stripped down from his work attire and joined you in being naked.

“Hi, princess.” Charlie hushed out with his smirk quirking up on his lips at the sight before him. You felt the mattress dip by your legs as he climbed on, and then you felt his large hands smooth up your calf and squeeze on your thigh. You heard him let out another deep and grumbled groan.

“Sorry, baby. I couldn’t stay awake.” You muffled into your pillow, not avoiding Charlie’s hot touch and backing closer to him.

“Oh, my baby. It’s fine, I know how hard you’ve been working.” His voice was full of sincerity and you groaned quietly as you felt his fingers slink up your thigh and work closer to your bare cunt. “I can still take care of you, princess.”

His fingers now pushed deep inside of you with ease and you let out a louder moan.

“Fuck, Charlie. Lemme wake up a bit more…” You whimpered as he removed his fingers and your pussy felt empty, already missing his tender and pinpoint touch.

He shushed you gently, but there was still a chuckle in his voice. “Baby, it’s fine.” He reiterated his statement from earlier before letting out a final satisfied groan, followed by a curse of your name. You matched his groans and bucked your ass back to meet his hips. You gently bit down onto the pillow under your face as the width of Charlie’s cock stretched you out, and ever so slightly nudged against the sweet spot buried inside of you.

“I’ve got you, princess.” You heard his voice again and you could practically hear his smirk.

In a sing-song humorist tone, before he buried you to the hilt he told you, “Lemme wake you up, with my penis.”

tagging those who may be interested: @sunblchdfly @sugarcoated-lame @oncasette @sarahsmi13s