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bimbobaggins69 · 3 months

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dreams about my dealer…

dealer e.m. x fem reader

blurb request: 💌Hey Tori! Hope your day is going lovely 😊 As a request for the vday celebration, could I pls get a blurb where the reader is nerdy and loves reading old cheesy romance novels like these? And one night she falls asleep after reading and she fantasizes about her dealer Eddie as this suave romance hero who sweeps her off her feet and gets her all hot and bothered. And so after that night she starts buying books covers where the men resemble him and he catches on during one of their smoke seshs. You decide how it ends 😉😉 by: @honey-flustered

authors note: This is such a fun request, thank you for sending it in lovely. Hope you enjoy <3 if anyone wants a part two of just smut pls lmk cause I’d love to, but ya know I’m trying to blurb here.

all of my works are 18+

“there ya go, wrap your arms around me, sweet girl. Just like that.” The familiar voice bellows into your neck.

“I’ve got you now, sweetheart.” He murmurs against your flesh this time, sending shivers down your spine. The long familiar hair tickles at your collar bone as his arms wrap tighter around you. This time causing a very needed friction between you and this mystery man.

“Mmm, go ahead angel, make yourself feel good.” He says again before removing his face from the crook of your neck and revealing himself to you.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

You pop up out of bed, removing your sleep mask before you slam your hand down on the obnoxious alarm clock sitting on your side table.

You feel a wetness in your panties when you go to stand up and it’s as if a flash goes off in your mind and you’re taken back to the dream you were just awoken from. Eddie, your drug dealer in nothing but blue jeans, his hair wrapped in a low bun and his big muscular chest dripping with sweat as he held you against his body protectively.

You look back over towards your bed, eyes glancing over the book you fell asleep reading. You couldn’t deny the man on the cover looked pretty close in comparison to eddie, long hair and the same exact attire as he was wearing in your dream. The man had a smirk on his face that was almost identical to the usual smirk eddie always had when you’d buy your weed from him.

later that day you find yourself across town, at your local library; ready to check out any and every dirty romance novel with a man that in some capacity meets your dealers description. You couldn’t believe the crush that formed from one little dream, you’d been festering on thoughts of eddie all day and you need more ammo for these ongoing fantasies and the very welcomed dreams you might have tonight.

You’re able to find five books in total, and you just knew you were gonna whip through them all in one week. There was a hunger in your center that just needed to be satiated, and if you couldn’t have the real thing, then the next best will do just fine.

The next morning, you speed walk through the halls of Hawkins high, binder held tight to your body as you keep your head down just trying to get to biology in one piece, but you’re running late so your feet move frantically as you go over an excuse to give Mr. Sivertson before you breech his classroom door. As you become deeply lost in your thoughts you collide into another body who was rounding the corner, your binder falls out of your hands and on to the floor as the other persons hands catch you by your waist.

“Where’s the fire, sweetheart?” The all too familiar voice fills your ears and you freeze, eyes now level with an ozzy shirt and his statement leather jacket.

Eddie’s eyes glance down towards your stuff that fell into a messy pile between your feet, your heart hammers when he bends down to grab something. The smirk on his face tells you exactly what he’d found and now you just want to run back to where you came from, get in your car and drive to a whole new town.

“Whatcha got here?” He says through a dopey laugh, as if you’d been caught red handed. That’s exactly what’s happening.

“Didn’t think a church mouse like you would read these kinds of books.” He whispers, although you two are the only ones in the hall.

“I-I’m not a church mouse, and give me my book back.” You huff and snatch your book out of his heavily ringed hand, but your face was far too guilty and you knew that eddie knew exactly why you had these books in your possession.

You eventually side step him, not wanting to hear any of his teasing that you knew he’d readily dish out. Eddie wasn’t a bully per say but he was an asshole, a cocky asshole to be specific.

Once you’re out of biology, you speed walk to your locker. Ready to put this godforsaken book away until the end of the day, when you can read it in bed, cuddled up where no one would make fun of you. But as you open your locker a folded piece of paper falls out and hits the toe of your flat. you shove your binder into a cubbie before bending down to retrieve it.

Meet me behind the football field after school

- EM

Your stomach fills with butterflies as it simultaneously sinks into the depths of your ass.

Why would he want to meet up after school? Was he going to poke fun at you? Have you show his friends your book so they could all laugh at you?

But another part of your brain said:

What if this is it? What if he really wants you? Maybe he’ll kiss you? Maybe you can finally feed this hunger.

That was all you needed to make your split decision.

After school, you grab your book from your locker and make a beeline for the football field. Bypassing quick goodbyes from your friends.

When you finally make it to the tree line, you exhale a deep breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, then you take a few deeper steps into the desolate woods. No one else came back here except for one infamous metalhead, so you knew you wouldn’t be met with any asshole jocks. That settled your stomach a bit, but not fully.

You see the back of Eddie’s head first as he sits on the old warped, wooden bench; hunched over as if in concentration. When you move closer, walking around the rickety table you can now see that he’s breaking up a nug of weed and placing it into a zig zag before rolling it up, snug.

Your eyes meet when he glides his tongue along the lining, he smirks up at you as your eyes gawk at the movements of his pink muscle, licking up and down. You can’t help but to squeeze your thighs together, that burning in your core blazes hot and he hasn’t even touched you.

Your eyes flicker back up into his and you realize that he’s watching you, watch him.

In a moment of faux confidence, you ask—

“What’s with the letter in my locker, Munson? I thought I was the one that was supposed to put the letters in your locker when I want to smoke.” You shoot him a weak smile, making him scoff as he puts the joint behind his ear for safe keeping.

“Are you gonna sit your ass down and smoke this with me or not?” He huffs, pulling a zippo lighter out of his leather jacket pocket and flipping the lid open and closed, open and closed. Is-is that a nervous tick? Is he nervous, too?

You lower yourself onto the seat in front of him, taking on your own nervous tick of picking at your nails.

He takes the joint from behind his ear, his eyes never leaving your form and it has you cowering deeper into yourself. He lights the spliff and inhales deep, holding it in for a second and then letting the smoke bellow out of his nose and mouth. You can’t deny how undeniably sexy he is.

“So, those little slutty novels you have—” He starts

“They’re not slutty! They’re romance novels, Eddie!” You screech in embarrassment, as your cheeks heat up from the deep cackle he makes in your expense.

“Yeah yeah, princess. Tell me, do they fuck in these romance novels?” He throws weak quotation marks up for the last two words, as his eyebrows shoot up under his bangs in question.

“Well, I mean…yeah they do.” You respond with a defeated slump of your shoulders.

“Mhm, just as I suspected. Slutty.” The way he sing-songs ‘slutty’ makes you fall into a fit of giggles, and the noise is music to Eddie’s ears.

“So uh, do you want me to make you feel better than those shitty books ever could?”

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a-aexotic · 1 year

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grumpy!rafe and sunshine!reader where he’s obsessed with her and is so clingy. whatever you want to write about that tbh

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: fluff!, rafe being mean (towards top LMFAO), mention of parties/drinking.

summary. when reader goes on a girls trip, rafe gets grumpy because his girl is gone because he's alone.

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part 2 !!

You and Rafe were complete opposites. You two were so contrasting, everyone had questions but neither of you cared. You two were just in your own bubble, not caring about anyone else's opinion.

Rafe didn't like many people but more importantly, he loved close to no one. For a while he guarded his heart so furiously, everyone had just grown used to the fact he was just an asshole. Not you, you broke down those walls the moment you walked into his life.

He immediately liked you. But, he grew to love you. And so did you with him. You changed him as well for the better as well; everyone knew that Rafe became a better person when he got with you.

You had him whipped and he wasn't afraid to admit to anyone.

Rafe was sitting outside by the pool, annoyance filling his body. You were out of town for the weekend and he honestly had nothing to do except sulk around until you eventually came back. He heard the door slide open and he looked over to see Topper.

He groaned out load and sighed. "What do you want?"

"Dude, chill out."

"I am, Topper, your aura is just pissing me off." Rafe argued and Topper let out a laugh, taking a seat in the chair next to him.

"Aura? Dude, are you joking? You've been hanging around Y/N way too much man. It's been a year now and you guys are still in the honeymoon phase."

Rafe's nostrils flared as he turned back to his 'best friend.' "Well it's always the honeymoon phase if you found the right one, Top. You wouldn't know that because there is no right one for you."

Topper rolled his eyes in annoyance but before he could reply, Rafe continued.

"And I don't hang out with Y/N too much. It's a reasonable amount of time."

"Bro, when was the last we actually hung out?"

"Like last weekend dude, chill out. You're acting like I don't ever see you. You're always at my house, man, it's getting exhausting." Rafe sighed before Topper registered what he was saying and nodded.

"Oh, yeah. You're right. That party was awesome last weekend bro, wow. I forgot about it." Topper chuckled to himself and Rafe made a disgusted face.

"Why are you here anyway, Top?" Rafe got up from the chair and started walking inside; he needed a beer after the conversation with Topper.

He followed close behind. "Uh, Sarah was getting me my stuff back."

Rafe couldn't help but laugh to himself as Topper glared at him. "Sorry, man. I thought you were off that train a while ago, you're still on her? It's been like-"

"Dude, you wouldn't understand!"

Rafe heard the door open and the footsteps leading into the kitchen. He immediately put down his beer once he saw your face, a big smile forming on his lips.

"Y/N!"

You walked over to him with a grin playing on your lips as you embraced him tightly. He put his arms around your waist. As you let go he leaned in for a quick kiss on the lips as Topper furrowed his eyebrows in disgust.

"Get a room."

Rafe glared at him. "You realize it's my house, right, Topper?"

You laughed at your boyfriend's sarcasm. "Sorry, Top, you still haven't found a girlfriend?"

"Yeah, man. It's really hard to find a decent girl on this stupid island." Topper ran his hand through his hair, obviously stressed out. You held in a laugh.

Rafe put a hand on Topper's shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. "You'll find one soon, dude, don't worry. Now, if you don't mind leaving, me and my girl have to catch up."

"Oh, come on, it's been like two days!"

Rafe gave him a stern look before Topper rolled his eyes and groaned, walking away. Rafe faced you and gave you a kiss on your forehead, taking your hand in his.

He led you outside and he took a seat where he was sitting before. He spread his legs so you stand in between them as he grabbed your waist, pulling you in.

"Top's right, Rafe, it has only been-"

"Shhh, let me enjoy this moment."

You found a tiny bit amusing how clingy Rafe was. You took it as a compliment though, you were glad you were one of the only people who have ever had Rafe so whipped for them; maybe even the only one.

He pulled your waist in more and put his head on your stomach, finding comfort in you and your body. He looked up at you with a smile. "Missed you so much babe. I was bored all weekend, I literally only hung out here. But Topper kept annoying me."

You laughed at that, "Topper's your best friend."

"No, you are. He's just the dude I hang around with."

You shook your head. "Stop being mean, I know you care about him a tiny bit."

He rolled his eyes, "like the smallest bit."

You smiled at your boyfriend, putting your hands in his hair as he relaxed. "I missed you, too. So much, I kept saving your snaps because I missed your cute face."

He grumbled at the wording and you couldn't help but laugh again. "I mean, hot face."

He grinned, "that's better."

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gureumz · 1 year

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kingdom come

rating: explicit

member: sunghoon

notes: fem-bodied reader, dom!sunghoon, friends to lovers, pwp, BLASPHEMY, religious references (specifically catholic allusions), slapping, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, reader and sunghoon are students in a catholic college institution

a/n: finally, my blasphemous sunghoon piece that was supposed to coincide with holy week lol i struggled with this a bit but i did my best </3 enjoy!

"holy fuck, wasn't it just sunday yesterday?"

you giggle as you trudge along the halls of your school, sunghoon's voice carrying over to your other classmates' ears. a few of them snicker along while others glance ahead nervously at the professor leading your class to the chapel.

you look up at him, your duly declared best friend, who also happens to always be conveniently right next to you when your class lines up to go anywhere.

"you do know, with you being the tallest out of all of us, your voice is most likely the first to be heard, right?" you ask, grinning mischievously up at sunghoon.

sunghoon flashes you the middle finger. you let out a sound akin to an incredulous gasp.

"i'm telling on you," you tease, punching sunghoon on the arm.

"what are you, five?" sunghoon bites back, pulling lightly at your ponytail.

"oh, wait—," sunghoon hurriedly continues. "you are five. five feet tall, that is."

before you can counter with your own insult, the professor whips his head around and gives both you and sunghoon a pointed look. your head immediately lowers in embarrassment.

sunghoon chuckles one last time beside you, shoving you lightly. you return with another punch, this time to his chest. sunghoon lets out a strangled noise of pain.

eventually, your class arrives at the chapel, your two lines filing into the quiet space. your professor seats you on the pews alternately, one girl, then one boy, then another girl, and so on. presumably, this is done to avoid any gossiping or roughhousing between the female and male students, respectively, but as you seat yourself beside sunghoon, you know that your professors will always forget that you and sunghoon have been inseparable since the day you stepped foot on campus.

"hi," sunghoon whispers, tilting his head down towards you.

"fuck off," you whisper back, but you're already smiling.

sunghoon smiles back, eyes glancing down momentarily. you follow his line of sight, rolling your eyes as you realize the buttons on your blouse are barely holding it together.

"you're such a creep," you mutter, shaking your head.

"you need new blouses," sunghoon says matter-of-factly. "and maybe a bra that isn't a push-up one."

you reach over to pinch sunghoon's thigh. he curses a little too loudly, other students' heads whipping around in your direction.

"is your love language physical harm?" sunghoon complains, rubbing at the spot where your fingernails dug themselves into his thigh.

"wouldn't you wanna know?" you reply sarcastically.

you observe the way his forearm flexes as he continues to absentmindedly soothe the skin underneath the fabric of his pants. your attention is then brought to the stretch in his gray uniform slacks, large thighs practically bursting from the hours sunghoon spends in the college workout room.

your mind had just started to wonder about the veins in sunghoon's hand when the commentator's mic screeches on.

the first half of the mass goes by uneventfully, with you going through the motions of it, standing and seating and responding whenever needed.

you plop down on your seat as the homily begins, most of your mind already tuned out from whatever lesson in conjunction with the gospel the priest is about to rattle on about.

your eyes wander around the chapel at this time, thoughts floating to whatever catches your attention. one minute, it's the gaudy gold trimmings of the altar decorations, the next, it's the sleepy gazes of the mass servers.

and the next minute still, it's the clenching of sunghoon's jaw. you gulp, unaware of just how hard you're staring.

you're not sure when it started, where the playful remarks between you two turned into borderline dirty jokes and the casual playfighting became excuses for you both to let your touches linger on each other for more than what was deemed appropriate for friends.

you're not one to assume, but none of your other guy friends had the audacity to comment so openly on your boobs.

sunghoon catches your eye and his expression shifts to a playful smirk.

he lays a hand on your bare knee, squeezing lightly. you remain nonchalant, ignoring the sneaky side eye you get from jungwon, the guy seated directly to your right who also happens to be the class president.

sunghoon leans ever so slightly toward you, whispering lowly, "are you bored? cause i'm bored."

"shut up, i don't feel like getting in trouble for talking during mass," comes your curt reply.

sunghoon hums in acknowledgment. "i can do the talking. you can just listen."

sunghoon is drawing patterns on your knee and part of your exposed thigh, fingertips swirling over your skin. goosebumps erupt all over your body and you know sunghoon can feel it.

"shut up," you say through gritted teeth, sunghoon's fingers stopping right as they've slipped beneath the hem of your skirt.

sunghoon straightens up, hand unmoving on your thigh.

there it remains for the rest of the homily.

---

"i'm honestly so exhausted," sunghoon grumbles, the two of you walking amongst the throng of students pouring out the chapel doors.

sunghoon has an arm thrown lazily around your shoulders, his perfume coming off strong as he pulls you closer to him.

"i'm so tired of being woken up at ass o'clock in the morning for mass," sunghoon continues.

"same," you agree, trying to conceal the quiver in your voice when you feel sunghoon absentmindedly toying with the patch sewn onto your blouse, the embroidered school's logo conveniently placed right at the upward slope of your breast.

"we can go back to the dorms," you suggest, gently nudging sunghoon's hand off the vicinity of your chest. "take a nap until lunchtime."

sunghoon grins at you, winking. "my place or yours?"

"honestly, you need to stop with the innuendos," you complain, rolling your eyes. "it's getting a little weird."

sunghoon laughs, tightening his arm around you as he maneuvers you toward the direction of the dorm.

sunghoon leans in close to your ear.

"oh, please. i know you like it."

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normally, girls aren't allowed in the boys' dorm and vice versa, but the security sitting leisurely by his desk outside the squat two-story building of the boys' dorm doesn't care nearly as much as the one standing watch outside the girls' building.

you step into the small common area where there are a handful of students lounging about. they barely spare you and sunghoon a glance as the two of you make your way up the stairs.

you arrive at sunghoon's room at the very end of the hallway, with him opening the door and motioning for you to get in first.

already well-acquainted with your best friend's room, you head straight for sunghoon's bed, sprawling yourself over the comfy sheets.

"move," sunghoon says with a laugh, coaxing you closer to the wall where the bed is pushed up against. you comply, curling into yourself as you press your back against the cool concrete.

sunghoon settles beside you, stretching languidly, his polo riding up his body and revealing part of his toned stomach.

you pretend not to notice.

sunghoon turns to his side, facing you.

"you're incredibly pretty today," sunghoon says right out of the blue.

you giggle, despite the blush you feel creeping down your neck. "i know."

"ooh, confidence. i like that," sunghoon comments, reaching over to toy at the ends of your hair.

"you've been awfully touchy lately," you reply, a shiver running up your spine as sunghoon slowly undoes your ponytail.

"and they're observant, too," sunghoon points out, pulling your hair tie onto his wrist.

"another point for you," sunghoon adds, raising his eyebrows at you.

you bite down on your lip, your heart hammering against your ribcage.

"just tell me whatever it is you want to tell me," you urge.

sunghoon moves closer, your knees knocking against his. he slips a leg between yours, tangling your limbs together.

"i have no idea what you're on about," sunghoon says with a smile and a shrug.

you roll your eyes, giving sunghoon a look.

a few seconds pass by and neither of you has spoken a word. finally, sunghoon takes in a breath.

"as you already know, despite being enrolled in this obviously catholic institute, i was never one for religious worship," sunghoon begins, tracing a finger down from your shoulder to your wrist.

"but when you look the way you do today, sitting so clueless under the chapel lights and in front of the son of God himself, i might just start believing in the divine."

you're bewildered at what you just heard. you're so dumbstruck, you start to laugh.

"you're so full of shit," you say, shoving at sunghoon's shoulder.

sunghoon's expression turns into surprise for a moment before shifting to amusement.

"i thought girls liked romance," sunghoon points out. "i just said 'you're pretty' in the most poetic way i can."

you laugh even louder this time.

"didn't know you were one for poetry," you reply, reaching a hand out toward sunghoon's face. hesitantly, you start to run your fingers through his dark hair.

sunghoon makes a sound of satisfaction as you tug a little near the nape of his neck.

"when you listen to scripture enough times, it starts to sound a little like poetry," sunghoon explains, eyes blinking lazily as he takes in your appearance.

the two of you had moved closer to each other without even noticing.

"that's kind of naughty, don't you think?" you tease, running your nails against sunghoon's scalp. "using the word of God to practice picking up girls?"

sunghoon looks stunned for a second but his laughter soon follows.

"what if i meant to get a little naughty?" sunghoon says with a raise of his brow, pulling your hand away from his head before placing featherlight kisses on your knuckles.

your heart leaps in your chest and your whole body suddenly feels warm, despite the air conditioning in sunghoon's room on full blast. you swallow, trying to find the words to say.

before either of you can get another word out, the bell from the main building on campus tolls noon, signaling the start of lunch.

you bolt upright, palms sweaty as you scoot away from sunghoon.

"we should go eat," you say through unsteady breaths. "the cafeteria will be full, for sure."

sunghoon wordlessly nods, eyes following the curve of your body as he watches you straighten yourself in his mirror.

---

you and sunghoon make your way across campus, at a much slower pace than one would expect from people who are supposedly in a hurry to get lunch.

you walk ahead of sunghoon, replaying in your mind the scene that played out in his room. you can feel his eyes burning through the back of your head but you continue along.

you enter the main building, nearing the chapel once more. you maintain your distance from sunghoon, determined to get to the cafeteria on the second floor. just as you were about to pass by the heavy wooden doors of the chapel towards the stairs, you feel a hand circle around your wrist, pulling you back.

you look up to see sunghoon walking backward toward the chapel, a mischievous glint in his eye. with his overwhelming strength, you can't help but move along with him.

"what are you doing?" you say, eyes wide as sunghoon momentarily turns away to open the chapel door. he slips into the room, pulling you along with him.

sunghoon closes the door behind you as carefully as he can, letting out a breath as he hears the mechanism click in place. he reaches over to lock it.

you're about to protest once more when you feel him press up against you, forcing you against the firm wood.

"i like you," sunghoon blurts out, resting a large hand against your hip.

you stare at him for a moment, expressionless.

"i know," you finally respond, smiling up at him.

sunghoon lets out a chuckle, wrapping his arms around your midsection, pulling you flush against him.

you feel him press his lips against yours and your hands automatically reach up to hold his face steady.

sunghoon kisses you deeper, leaving no space between you as he practically flattens you into the chapel doors. sunghoon's movements are frantic, rushing against the possibility that anyone can find the chapel suspiciously locked at this moment. it wasn't that hard either to request for the key.

you gasp as you feel sunghoon kiss his way down your neck, sucking at a spot just above your collar.

"i know you—fuck—don't really subscribe to the whole religion thing, but in here? are you sure?" you question, growing more breathless by the second.

sunghoon returns to your lips, his hand slipping under your skirt and giving your ass a harsh squeeze. you moan loudly into the kiss.

"you said it yourself. i don't subscribe to the whole religion thing," sunghoon points out as he pulls away, hooking his fingers through the waistband of your underwear.

"in here is perfect."

you have to stop yourself from whimpering at his words, your panties slipping off easily and gliding down your legs as they fall to your ankles. you lift a leg up to quickly grab the lace garment, shoving it deep into sunghoon's pocket.

"that's my girl," sunghoon praises, grinning down at you.

sunghoon pulls you towards the nearest pew, seating himself right in the middle. you climb onto his lap, letting your bare ass press down perfectly with his straining bulge.

"you're gonna stain my pants, baby," sunghoon points out, reaching under your skirt to prod at your core. you gasp when you feel him graze your clit.

"i mean, you're already soaked," sunghoon adds, running his fingers up and down between your pussy lips, gathering more of your arousal.

"hurry up, then," you challenge, glancing briefly at the door.

"so mouthy as always," sunghoon says, grabbing at your chin. you moan, surprisingly pleased at his sudden display of control. his eyes flit toward something behind you.

"and in front of Jesus, no less," sunghoon reminds with a laugh, tightening his grip on your jaw.

you try to get your next words out as best as you can through sunghoon's hold on your face.

"you're the one who brought me here."

sunghoon's eyes darken. he lets go of you, both of his hands grabbing harshly at your boobs instead. he's nowhere near gentle, nails digging through your blouse.

you cry out in surprise, a jolt of pleasure running through you. your hips start to grind against sunghoon but you stop short when you feel him land a slap against your cheek.

"weren't you taught to be quiet in the house of the Lord?" sunghoon asks, brows furrowed as he looks at your bewildered expression.

the skin of your cheek seems to be screaming, red hot with the blood rushing to it.

"i-i'm sorry," you mumble, cradling the side of your face.

sunghoon's expression softens. he leans in, pulling your hand away to kiss the warm flesh of where he had just smacked you.

"good girl," sunghoon says. you shiver as you feel his breath tickle your face.

sunghoon pulls away, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"you okay?" sunghoon asks, his eyes running over your features in concern, and suddenly, he's back to being your playful, pain-in-the-ass best friend.

"i'm fine," you assure him. "but, i swear if we don't hurry up..."

you trail off, grinding your hips down again. you see sunghoon visibly tense, his bottom lip slipping between his teeth.

"go on then," sunghoon says, expression stony once again. "take it out."

he motions to the tent in his pants and you hurriedly oblige, pulling his zipper down. you reach beneath his underwear, tugging it down enough to let his cock free.

your mouth involuntarily waters at the sight, sunghoon's tip an angry red as it oozes precum. the rest is pale, even paler than all of his body, with veins all over.

"i thought you were in a hurry?" sunghoon's voice cuts through your thoughts. "don't keep me waiting, angel."

you move closer, angling his cock right at your aching entrance. sunghoon holds onto your waist as you guide him through your hole.

both of you sigh when you feel him enter you. you lower yourself until all of him is inside you, so impossibly deep you can practically feel it in your belly.

"come on, baby," sunghoon encourages, lifting you off his cock and bringing you back down. you clamp a hand over your mouth, the stretch and feel of him inside you overwhelming your entire body.

you start to move on your own, moving your hips up and down. your knees strain against the wooden seat but you anchor yourself against sunghoon, trying to find the perfect pace.

"that's it," sunghoon says lowly, watching as you ride him, your skirt hiking up higher and higher on your body, leaving you looking totally debauched with your uniform in disarray.

"fuck, _______. just like that, angel."

sunghoon throws his head back, exposing his smooth neck to you. you quicken your movements, whining when you feel the pleasure double. you lean forward, suckling near sunghoon's adam's apple.

"oh God," sunghoon groans, threading his fingers through your hair. he pulls you away from his neck abruptly, looking over your head and right at the altar.

"you see this, God? all that talk about finding your kingdom, but it's right here in—shit—in their warm, sopping wet pussy."

you whine at his words, cheeks burning at how absolutely filthy they are, but the thrill of doing this, of saying all this, right in the very heart of this whole school's foundation, sends you reeling and wanting more.

"up," sunghoon commands, pushing you off him.

confused, you do as he says, standing shakily. you let out a yelp when you feel him turn you around, pressing you against the pew in front of you. you brace yourself against the backrest as sunghoon slips back inside you easily, leaning down so his chest is right against your back.

your eyes roll into the back of your head as you feel sunghoon set up a relentless pace, taking you from behind as you both gaze upon the religious relics in front of you.

"so dirty," sunghoon comments. the sound of his skin slapping against yours bounces off the walls of the chapel.

"such a slut for letting me fuck them in a chapel."

you cry out, collapsing against the pew as you feel your orgasm quickly approaching. sunghoon grunts when he feels you clench around him, tightening his hold on your hips, fucking into you even rougher than he already was.

"gonna cum, baby?" sunghoon asks. "say a little prayer when you do, 'kay angel?"

"oh my God," you whimper as you reach down to rub your clit, urging yourself closer and closer to your release.

you hear sunghoon laugh breathlessly behind you but you barely take note of it because the floodgates in your abdomen open and the rush of your orgasm quickly takes over you.

a string of curses, sunghoon's name, and some variations of 'oh my God' spill out of your mouth. you deem this close enough to prayer as you can get.

sunghoon groans in your ear as you clamp down tightly around his cock. he gives a couple more thrusts before he shudders, spilling himself inside you.

you lay limp under sunghoon, catching your breath as your bleary eyes stop to observe the crucified Jesus in front of you. you shiver as you realize what you've just done.

"hoon," you let out weakly. "hoon, we need to get out of here."

sunghoon pulls out of you, quick to shove two fingers in you to keep his cum from leaking out. you gasp at the feeling, shooting sunghoon a death glare.

sunghoon laughs, leaning in to kiss you.

"oh my sweet, sweet angel," sunghoon singsongs, kissing you all over your face.

"you're nasty," you say with a scowl, pushing sunghoon away. he takes his fingers out, reaching into his pocket to hand you your underwear back.

"here, wouldn't want the whole school to know i just filled you with my cum," sunghoon offers with a wink.

you grimace, landing a soft punch to sunghoon's stomach.

"so nasty."

#enhypen smut #enhypen scenarios #sunghoon smut #sunghoon scenarios #w: sunghoon

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illogicallyx · 7 months

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thoughts and distractions

content: gojo satoru x fem!reader + established relationship.

warnings: fluff, reader is perched on gojo's lap , uhhh shit ton of grammatical errors i don't have time to fix ig paired with weird and hasty writing ig yeah. i still love this piece lol it feels like a fever dream reading it back

a giggle echoes out in the room.

"what's gotten into you, baby?" satoru closes his eyes as he feels you rub your cheek against him like cats do.

he had been waiting for you to come home from your work. it was his favourite part of the day, waiting for you to come home and have you sit on his lap and ramble on about your day at work. it was common for you to be clingy towards him, he wasn't any better with you either.

but today you were clingier than usual, it was like you were trying to merge into him — not that he minded.

you hadn't even bothered to take off your shoes which were usually the first to go when you came home, making a beeline for his lap the moment you got through the door and started peppering his face with kisses, making his heart soar along with his eyebrows, prompting him to ask the question with an airy laugh.

"i missed you a lot today" a sigh leaves your lips as you voice out the reason for your needy behaviour, hands fisting the white tee he likes to wear around the house.

this was true, there was something about the day that kept making your brain revert back to his blue eyes that reminded you of the sky, his laugh that makes you feel like your heart is bursting from joy whenever you hear it and his overall presence that makes you gravitate towards him like a sunflower follows wherever the sun goes.

"yeah? what did you miss about me?" he hums at you, mouth pressing a kiss to your temple as you close your eyes and simply breathe, body feeling like you'd explode from the love and touch of the man who's currently holding your hips.

your hands travel to the back of his neck, fingers playing with the short hair from his undercut as you try to remember the exact thoughts you kept having as you worked.

a smile breaks out when you hear satoru let out a purring-like sound from his throat when he feels your fingers in his hair, he'd always been sensitive there.

you pull away from the side of his face and press your forehead to his. "well the first thought was about your eyes" you whisper to him, like you are sharing a secret with him. but it's never been a secret, not to him and not to anybody else.

it had always been obvious when your sudden change in favourite colour had drastically and funnily gone from dark red to blue, there was not a single shade of blue that had gone unloved by you when you started loving satoru. you had behaved like it was a crime to get anything that didnt have a dot of blue.

"well duh, everyone and their mother knows how much you love my eyes" satoru replies with an eyeroll that earns him a smack to the back of his head, your pretty lips forming a pout that matches his own now as one of his hands come up to rub where you hit him.

"now you've ruined the mood, get off me" you wiggle around in his lap, half heartedly untangling yourself from him.

"get off you? you're the one laying on top of me" he retorts as he watches you get up with hasty movements, causing some of your hair to fall in front of your face.

you look at him with faux irritation and card your fingers through your own hair, flipping them back and whip around to finally take the awful heels off when you're suddenly being pulled from behind, definitely by the big oaf you call your boyfriend.

satoru laughs a little in your neck when you still resist his hold on you as he gets you back on his lap. a tender kiss to your neck has you melting right back into his chest.

"where you off to, missy? you still have to list your thoughts to me" he says with a smirk. his smirk turns into a fond smile when he hears and feels your laughter as he tickles your side slightly.

his own heart bursting with joy at the sound of laughter of his love, just like yours does with his.

just like it always will.

#gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader fluff #gojo fluff #satoru fluff #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n fluff #gojo satoru x you fluff #gojo satoru x y/n #satoru gojo fluff #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader fluff #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x y/n #satoru gojo x you fluff #satoru gojo x y/n fluff

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lueurjun · 8 months

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neighbours to lovers! jake sim.

neighbour!jake x reader! in which jake sim has been in love with you from the minute he set his eyes on you. thank u so much for your support<3

OKAY LEMME TAKE A MOMENT TO GATHER MYSELF

because NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOUR JAKE???

WHO HAS BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU SINCE YOU WERE KIDS?

dead. cant breathe.

his family and your family obviously know each other well

and i see his house as being ‘the spot’ during your childhood where all the neighbourhood kids used to play

he had these monkey bars in his backyard that everyone always wanted to play on

but jake always made sure you got to go on them first

#whipped

#nineyearoldrizz

brace yourselves

are you braced?

i’m not sure you’re braced

… HE WAS YOUR FIRST KISS

i know!! so cute right?

fighting back tears rn

you were only eleven so you didn’t really think much of it. he was your first kiss and you were fine with that

jake on the other hand?

he still thinks about it

in fact, that’s one of the scenarios he thinks of to help him get to sleep

boy is hopelessly in love

and everyone knows it too

like he denies it but everyone just knows

because he will drop anything just to do you the smallest favour

“hey jake, are you busy? i could really use your help watering my parents flowers?”

jake, who is in fact busy, “nope. not at all. never. give me that watering can.”

i repeat: w h i p p e d

cant blame him tho. you’re the embodiment of warmth, the personification of excellence. you are simply amazing.

i got more rizz that jake just sayin… ;D

despite knowing you for so long, he still gets all tongue tied whenever you’re around

and you’re just clueless

a perfect little dumbass

no matter how many times your family and friends — and even HIS family and friends — try to tell you, you’re convinced he’s just being friendly

because boys like jake don’t like people like you

you’re not enough for him. and he’s certainly not attracted to you

keep thinking like that. i dare u. i’m outside of your house. ur perfect! MWAH MWAH. take all my love pls

in true neighbours to lovers fashion, your bedroom window faces his

#youbelongwithmecore

and sometimes like the little creep that you are, you peek inside of his room to see if he’s there

unbeknownst to you, little jakey poo does the exact same thing

soulmates fr

twins asf

people that creep on each other, end up with each other

i do not condone staring into your crushes bedroom. do not do that. you may get arrested… but if you do send me your mug shot, i bet u look adorable! KIDDING IM TOTALLY KIDDING PLS DONT GET ARRESTED

anywhooo, one particular night you peek into his room

at the exact same time as him

cue that spiderman meme where they’re just pointing at each other

you both just kinda freeze

staring at each other

because now what? you’ve both caught each other out

eventually, you shuffle forward and open your window which coaxes jake to do the same

the confidence comes naturally because it’s only jake, you know him like the back of your hand

tho ur screaming on the inside because a) you’re embarrassed and b) JAKE WAS STARING INTO YOUR ROOM WHICH MEANS HE WAS LOOKING FOR YOU

it’s almost like he’s in love with u or sumn idk

“are you stalking me, sim?”

his cheeks go bright red and he kinda starts spluttering

“i—no. i promise i wasn’t—i-“

well. that was disappointing. you kinda hoped he’d keep up with your flirty banter

“it’s okay jake, i was doing the same thing.”

honest icon. you truly can do no wrong

even more spluttering. even more blushing

because YOU???? WERE WATCHING HIM??

bro loves stalkers. IM KIDDING ILY

anyways there’s something about the atmosphere

and to jake, it just seems right to say what’s on his mind

which leads to him sitting with his feet hanging out of the window and the darkest shade of red on his cheeks

“i still think about that kiss.”

did u hear me scream?

your mind goes blank

because what tf does that mean?

the kiss?? THE KISS? THE FIRST KISS???

HE STILL THINKS ABOUT THAT???

he can’t look you in the eyes, choosing to fiddle with his fingers instead

and you just stand there dumbfounded

bby talk to him before i lose my mind

when you don’t say anything, jake scrambles back into his room which kinda snaps you out of your trance

his fingers are itching to close the window

“i’m kinda upset that you’ve never come back for seconds”

i literally have a lambo and nine mansions

marry me rn

now it’s jakes turn to be speechless

bro is FLABBERGASTED

“oh.” 🧍🏻

“oh?”

“oh.”

this is painful. it’s 5:30 am rn cut me some slack

you have this poor boy breaking out into a rash from stress

and it worsens when you grab your coat and demand for him to meet you outside

like the true gentleman, he doesn’t leave you waiting long and almost falls flat on his face trying to get through the door

what a loser. i love him

he shuffles towards you, hands in his pockets and a look that says he’s absolutely terrified

are you gonna slap him? tell him you never want him to speak to you again?

“look, i’m sorry if i overstepped—“

“are you gonna give me my kiss i’ve been waiting for or not?“

it’s then that he notices that you’re both in the exact same spot as you were all those years ago when the first kiss happened

literally giggling and kicking my feet rn

“a-are you sure?”

and those are the exact words he uttered the first time too

he was as nervous as he was back then, perhaps even more so this time around

because this isn’t an innocent childhood kiss

you’re grown now. it’s different

in true y/n fashion, you start to lose patience

so you trust your gut and you grip onto his shirt, tugging him closer giving you the perfect chance to collide your lips with his

jake’s hands waft around in stress until they finally settle on your waist and he gains enough confidence to pull you somewhat closer to him

i don’t want a boyfriend. i don’t want a boyfriend. i don’t want a boyfriend.

the kiss is a thousand times better than the first

it's passionate and sentimental, full of longing and tenderness. it’s everything and more.

pulling away is almost a chore as you rest your head against his.

“i could get used to that.”

jake goes to respond, a breathless chuckle ghosts your lips when suddenly a wolf whistle cuts through the street

“AYO JAY OWS ME 20! I KNEW HE’D GROW SOME BALLS EVENTUALLY”

sunghoon, the neighbour across the street who also happens to be jake’s best friend, is leaning out of his window.

that definitely should have ruined the moment but you were far too wrapped up in the bliss of having jake so close to you, that nothing could ruin the happiness you felt

not even sunghoon and his idiocy.

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lokigonnakmsforbucky · 9 months

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Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet

We made sammy one, we gotta make dean one! This was also requested by an anonymous user! Enjoy!

Rating: MINORS DNI!! 18++

Warnings: Its NSFW thats a warning enough;)

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GIF NOT MINE

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A= Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Dean is definitely a cuddler, He is always holding you and making sure you are okay. You come first in his mind.

B= Body part (Their favorite body part on themselves and their partners.)

Dean's favorite part of his own body is his smile. He knows he could get what he wants in seconds with one flash of it. On his partner he loves their thighs and mostly when they are around his face ;)

C=Cum (What does he do with it. I AM disgusting)

Dean loves when he sees his cum all over you. Your face, your stomach, but he loves it when it drips out of you.

D=Dirty talk (How much do they dirty talk?)

This Man's mouth is DIRTY, he could get you on your knees in no time.

E=Experience (how experienced are they?)

Dean is definitely experienced to say the least, so rest assured he knows what he is doing.

F=Favorite position (goes without saying)

Cowgirl- Dean is a SUCKER for this position. He loves when you take him how you want him, plus a face full of tits? Yes please.

Doggystyle- Dean loves looking at you taking him, pounding into you to show you who you belong to.

G=Goofy (how goofy or how serious they are in the moment?)

Dean can be goofy or serious. Depending how you both feel or the heat of the moment.

I=Intimacy (How are things during the moment, romantic aspect.)

Deans eyes never leave your body, his hands are on you at every moment.

J=Jack off

Dean gets off at least 4 times a week, his sex drive is high and when he isn’t around you he has to release that frustration. Maybe even calling you for some sexy phone sex ;)

K=Kinks

Dean loves to be dominant with you, but what a lot of people don’t know is that he loves to be dominated by you. He loves when you take control over him and take what you need.

He also has a knife kink… he doesn’t get why he does but just the thought of having it out against your skin or his skin… he loves it.

L=Location (where you guys would do the deed)

Dean would do it anywhere you would be game to do it at, but his favorite is in Baby the sweet 67’ Impala…. Mostly when you give him road head.

M=Motivation (what turns him on, or gets them going)

Dean loves seeing you in his flannels… plus eating pie, having whip cream all over your face? He is ready to pounce.

N=No (Something they wouldn’t do, or turns them off.)

ANYTHING that hurts your or puts you in harms way. You are his world, he won’t let that get hurt.

O=Oral (do they like giving, receiving, both?)

Dean LOVES giving you head, eating you out like a cherry pie. Your his fav flavor though.

Dean loves when you give him head, it relaxes him instantly.

P=Pace (Are they slow? Fast? Rough?)

Depends on Deans mood, he loves taking you rough and fast. But he loves being nice and slow.

Q=Quickie (Their opinion on it, how often would they have one)

Dean is always up for quickies, anytime you both need one he is up and ready.

R=Risk (Are they risky)

In deans line of work, risk is dangerous. But if your down…so is he.

S=Stamina (how long can you last? How many rounds?)

Sessions with a Dean are long, hot, and heavy. You can take 3 rounds but Dean… he can make you do as many rounds he wants.

T=Toys (Do you guys own toys? Do they use them?)

You guys explore with vibrators and sometimes restraints.

U=Unfair (How likely would they tease?)

You would be the one that would be a tease, Dean would definitely have his way with you later ;)

V=Volume (How loud are they)

Dean breathes heavy, low growls and grunts

X=X-ray (what’s going own down there)

Dean is beyond average…he is definitely bigger than most guys.

Y=Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

Deans sex drive is VERY high, you can’t deny that.

Z=ZZZ (how fast he would fall asleep)

Dean would wait till you were taking care of and asleep before even getting comfortable. You come first.

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heizlut · 2 months

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here for the specific kink event hehe (love that idea tbh)

This will be quite specific but anygays- cnc dacryphilia mixed with slight degrading praises for Dom!Kazuha

Iykwim, like it's cnc connected with tears (dacryphilia) but he's not fully degradation, he's gentle :(

thank you anon!! i completely get what you mean and i can see kazuha acting like this for sure 😩 i love him forever (p.s.: hope you don’t mind i added a little fear-play as well)

The Cries of a Dove

cw: dark content, cnc, dacryphilia, fear-play, slight degradation, public sex (even though they’re completely alone it’s still outside)

tags: sub fem!reader, dom!kazuha, mostly proofread

nsfw under the cut

m!list here

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Kazuha was the sweetest boyfriend. He always spoke so gently and treated you as though you were his greatest treasure. But there were moments when you just craved something more... Something darker. Your eyes flit to where Kazuha was sitting under a large maple tree, making soft music with small leaf. He always looked so peaceful and you loved him for who he was, but again, you wanted to see another side of him.

The leaves crunch under your feet and you sit down beside him. Kazuha removes the leaf from between his lips and gives you the most heart-melting smile, "Hello, my dove." You smile and rest your head on his shoulder and let out a sigh. His features twist into mild concern, "Is everything alright?" Now was your chance to speak up. Keeping your head on his shoulder, you look up at him, "Promise me you won't think I'm strange for this..."

Kazuha's soft laughter fills the warm air around you, "I would never think you're strange no matter what you told me." You huff out a breath, "So I've been wanting to try something...different." Kazuha waits patiently for you to continue. "Do you think you could... be more rough with me? Like...take me whenever you wanted without my permission first?" He blinks, processing your words in his head. You bury your head in his shoulder from embarrassment, "Say something..."

Kazuha places his fingers under your chin, "Look at me, dove." You hesitantly look up at him and he smiles, "I'll do it." Your mouth hangs open, "You will...?" He kisses your nose, "When have I ever denied you?"

Later that evening, you and Kazuha were walking through the ruins of Higi Village. The red leaves from the trees rustle in the breeze and the wooden ruined houses creak making shiver run up your spine. Kazuha squeezes your hand gently, "Scared?" You give him a pointed look that makes him chuckle. Kazuha pauses which stops you both in your tracks. His finger goes to his lips, letting you know to stay quiet as he whispers, "I think something is here. Stay put."

With that, he releases your hand, leaving you standing there with speechless. Kazuha disappears behind one of the houses and you look around cautiously for any signs of what he thought was out there. Minutes pass by and you begin to pace, lost in worried thoughts that he was taking way too long for your liking. Your thoughts are cut off by the sound of a snapping branch, from behind you. You whip around with wide eyes, your heart racing, "Kazuha?" Silence...

You look around anxiously when suddenly a hand clasps over you mouth and a hard body presses up behind you, a strong arm wraps around your waist. The sound of your scream muffled in his hand, struggling to get of the hold you were in. "Shhhh... You're too noisy", a hot breath against your ear sends shivers down your spine, but the familiar voice makes you begin to calm down. You breathe heavily into his hand that remained over your mouth, unsure of what exactly was going on.

Kazuha's free hand snakes down your body and takes its place on your hip, giving it a squeeze as he rolls his hips into you. "Stop, Kazu...", your voice muffled and also shaky from the adrenaline that coursed through your veins. "You don't get a say in this, my dove...", his voice a husky whisper as his fingers dance along your inner thigh, creeping towards your sensitive clit.

You inhale sharply when Kazuha moves your panties to the side and begins slowly toying with your clit, pinching then rubbing it with the pads of his fingers. You let out a small moan, the sound catching in his other hand that had yet to remove itself from your mouth. Kazuha huffs a small laugh, "You like this? Letting some man play with your little pussy... You haven't been able to turn to see that it's really me yet. I could be anyone right now..."

Your eyes flutter and you whimper at his words. He was right. If you hadn't recognized his voice and knew it was him, you would be helplessly moaning into some stranger's hand as he toyed with you. Kazuha runs a finger through your slick, "What's this? Are you turned on by the idea of a stranger having his way with you?" His tone was teasing, but condescending.

Kazuha slips two fingers into your warm, wet core, pressing them against the spot that had you melting into him. His fingers pump in and out of your pussy, continuously pressing the same spot over and over. The feeling made your legs shake. The whole situation was not one that you expected and it was overwhelming.

You stumble when Kazuha removes his fingers and pushes you forward. Your hands catch you from falling face-first into that ruined wooden wall of the abandoned home in front of you. You hear the sound of rustling clothes behind you and soon feel his hardened cock land on your ass. Your heart races again. You knew it was Kazuha, but his earlier words were really messing with you. He moves his hand from your mouth, only to shove two fingers into it, making you drool and whine around them.

It catches him off guard when he feels something wet run down his hand. Keeping his fingers in your mouth, Kazuha tilts your head back so he could look at your face. Something inside his twists when he sees you had begun to cry, but he wasn't going to stop now, "Really, my dove? Tears? This is what you wanted." You cry out when he slams himself into your pussy with virtually no warning. Your cunt squeezed him so tight, he had to put in extra effort to fuck the way he wanted to.

His voice is hoarse and low when he speaks again, "Look at the way this pussy swallows up my cock~ Such a pretty view." Kazuha bucks up into you switching from fast and hard, to slow drags of his cock within your walls. Drool spills from your lips, coating his fingers and down your chin. The noises you were making were pathetic almost as you whimpered and moaned each time he buried himself deep within you.

Endless praises fell from Kazuha's lips, the feeling of being inside you in such a scenario made him crazy for you, "My little dove takes my cock so well. Squeezing around me like you're trying to milk me for all I'm worth... Such a pretty little thing all helpless just for me -fuck-" Tears spilled down your cheeks, your adrenaline making you feel more sensitive than usual as you cum hard around his cock. Kazuha groans at the sensation and fucks into you hard, chasing after his own release.

Kazuha's body curls against yours as he releasing inside of you. His cock throbbing to the beat of his heart as he comes down from his bliss. A mix of cum leaks out when he pulls away. Kazuha takes his fingers out of your mouth and turns you around to face him. What a sight you were with reddened cheeks and glassy eyes that stared up at him in a daze. He gently rubs his thumb across your cheek, taking some tears with it and gives you sweet smile that held a hint of concern, "Are you alright, my dove?" You nod, trying to process everything, "You scared me a little, but I kind of enjoyed it... So thank you for giving into my request." Kazuha takes your hand in his, pressing a soft kiss to your palm, "Anything for my little dove."

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a/n: dear god, when is it my turn

#kazuha smut #kazuha x reader smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #kazuha x reader #genshin kazuha #genshin impact kazuha

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sunflowergirl522 · 2 years

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Love Shack

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie’s favorite song is Love Shack and you’re the reason why.

Word Count: 1685

A/n: Au where Love Shack came out in 1985 instead of 1989 because I literally could not get this idea out of my head.

“Alright gang, favorite songs now so we can make a mixtape in case the rest of us get put under Vecna's curse.” Steve’s hands are on his hips as they all stand in the middle of the closed music shop that Nancy worked at. Steve had made the executive decision to come after Vecna got Nancy and they couldn’t find anything to break her out of the trance.

Eddie stops paying attention as everyone starts to try and pinpoint their favorite song, starting to get shy about his own. Because he knows exactly what it is without having to think twice about it and how it’s going to shock everyone that he’s with. As Robin goes on about a few songs that are her favorites and tries to pick just one he zones out too busy thinking about why it’s his favorite to care about anyone else's.

The first time you had made Eddie listen to it he had been picking you up on his way home from band practice. After he honked his horn to let you know he was there you came rushing out of your house with a giant smile on your face.

“Eddie! Baby you gotta listen to this new song, it's so good!” You exclaimed while jumping in the passenger seat and taking a cassette out of your pocket.

“Oh yeah? This isn’t some of that poppy shit you listen to is it?” He laughed while you slapped his chest at his comment.

“My music is not shit! You just have to give it a chance.” You chuckled along with him and before he could say anything else you took his Metallica tape out and started putting the one in your hands in. You started skipping to the song you wanted while glancing at him. “Get ready to have your mind blown.” That was something he would always tell you before introducing you to something new. He had shaken his head and tore his big brown eyes from you and onto the road when he started driving to the trailer park. As soon as the beat to Love Shack had started he was ready to start teasingly complaining but stopped himself when you started to sing along to it already knowing the words. Your smile was infectious and he had even caught himself tapping along to the beat on the steering wheel halfway through the song.

“So…” You had prompted when the song ended, turning the volume down, “what did you think?”

“It was okay.” He shrugged, causing you to gasp and whip your head towards him.

“Okay? Eddie bear this song is revolutionizing! I haven’t been able to stop listening to it, it makes me want to get up and dance.”

“Mmhm, that why you kept bouncing around in your seat making it seem like people were having sex in the back to anyone who saw us at a red light?”

“Shut up!” You laughed while taking his hand that had been resting on your thigh. “It’s probably my new favorite song.”

Love Shack had started to be his favorite song when it began playing at a party you had dragged him to. He didn’t want to go, telling you that the two of you would have a better time back at your house or his trailer but you wouldn’t listen to him. Your friend had invited you and Eddie, if it would’ve been just you with an invite you would’ve skipped it but you figured with him being invited it was a good way for everyone to get to know the real Eddie. Turned out he was invited because of his drugs and neither of you were having fun from your spot at the dining room table. Eddie had just been ready to ask if you wanted to go for the third time when the all too familiar beat started to play from the living room. You had gasped dramatically and jumped up from your seat on his lap.

“Dance with me?” He couldn’t refuse your doe eyes as you grabbed his hand and pulled him from his seat ignoring the guy who was about to come buy some weed.

“Sorry man, I'm closed.” Eddie had said to him when he tried to stop him from following you into the next room.

Normally he would hate being pulled into a crowd of drunk high school kids but seeing as you went from sighing and regretting coming to beaming and having fun he didn’t mind it so much. Especially when you started laughing and shimmying your shoulders while you danced to the song. That’s the exact moment he started to love the song. You looked so carefree and happy and anything that gave you that much happiness was worth his time and adoration. He couldn’t help himself but to bounce around with you twirling you every once and a while. And in that moment he didn’t care that he was surrounded by people he hates and that hate him, they had all disappeared the moment you beamed up at him as he pulled you closer to him.

Admittedly Eddie had heard Love Shack time and time again because months later you were still just as obsessed with it, if not more. And so he really shouldn’t have been surprised when the mixtape you made for the road trip to move you into your college dorm was just Love Shack on repeat. You honestly had thought that he would turn it off after the second time it started playing but he didn’t. Instead he just made a face and went ‘really? Again?’

“Is this whole tape just Love Shack?” He had asked after the third time it started playing.

“Yep!”

“You’re ridiculous.” He chuckled at how proud of yourself you looked as he turned it up and bobbed his head to the music. By this time you had a whole dance to the song that you did in your seat while trying to get Eddie to join you each time the van stopped. The whole trip was filled with your singing with Eddie joining in just during the ‘knock a little louder’ parts and when it came to the part of the song where it goes ‘you’re what’ because he loved hearing you mimic the ‘tin roof, rusted’ in response.

“Why couldn’t you have graduated this year so you could be here with me?” After you were all moved in you clung to Eddie next to his van not wanting him to go anywhere.

“Well sweetheart I might’ve if it weren’t for some pretty girl always stealing my attention away from schoolwork. Couldn’t concentrate with you sitting so close to me in so many classes.” He teased you, resting his chin on your head and holding you close. “I’ll graduate this year though and then I’m home bound to you and we’ll get that apartment you were talking about. Just wait you’ll see, it’s gonna be our year. ‘86 baby!”

“Wish I didn’t have any roommates so you could stay the night.”

“Me too Princess. But you’ll see me this weekend when I pick you up for the gig the band got.”

“You better.” You mumbled into his chest before pulling away from him. “Okay I need to let you go now or I’ll convince myself to just go back with you.”

“You want your tape before I go?”

“No you keep it, I made two so I could keep one in the van.” He smiled at you pulling you back towards him in order to slant his mouth over your own.

“I’ll take good care of it. See you in a few days Sweetheart.”

“Bye Eddie bear, don’t be late this weekend.”

It was cemented as his favorite song only a few weeks ago when you called him from a house party. It had been the middle of the night and the phone ringing woke him up after just falling asleep.

“Hello?” He yawned into the phone.

“Eddie bear!” Your voice was slightly slurred and he could hear the sounds of people and muted down music in the background. He knew you were going to a party tonight so he wasn’t expecting a call.

“Y/n? Why’re you calling? Is something wrong, did something happen?” He was sitting up ready to get dressed and make the drive to get you until you started laughing on the other side of the line.

“No silly. They’re playing our song! Listen!” You must have held the phone out because the music gets louder and he can recognize Love Shack.

“Our song?” He had murmured to himself a grin forming on his lips at the thought of it. “Yeah it sounds like they are baby. Did you call me just to tell me that Sweetheart?” He spoke once the music quieted down again.

“It made me think of how much I miss you so I ran to a phone to hear your voice. It’s not the same hearing our song without you, it never is.” There it was again ‘our song’.

“Hey, did you know I listen to it when I’m feeling sad or when I miss you?” He could tell you were starting to pout and knew that would help cheer you up.

“Shut up no you don’t!”

“I do, it’s in my stereo right now because I listened to it today.”

“You’re so cute Eds. I love you.”

“I love you too. Now go enjoy the rest of your party, I’ll see you when you come home for spring break.”

“Yeah, don’t forget it’s the week after yours! Bye Eddie.”

“Bye baby.” And he fell asleep that night knowing it would be his favorite song since it was considered your song.

“Eddie hey! What’s your favorite song man?” Steve snaps his fingers in front of him pulling his attention back to the task at hand.

“Oh you know, Love Shack by the B-52’s.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“What?” The group breaks into chaos with wide eyes in shock that the well known metal head picked a pop song.

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amoebagrl · 10 months

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“i wanna be the one you think about at night”

college au!abby anderson x hyper fem!reader

abby keeps seeing this cute girl all over campus, and when she goes to the first lecture in her new class she finally gets to talk to you!! ♡

warnings: none except for abby being whipped for 30 minutes straight

wc: 735

part one of two

an: my first fic on a new blog!! how exciting ♡ so sorry this is so bad, i’m a little nervous to write 😭 also this is alittle loser!abby oops! song is flaming hot cheetos by clairo!!

not proofread!

(basketball!abby created by the lovely @elsweetheart)

grunting, as she sets down her heavy backpack, she sees you standing in the doorway

you’re the mystery girl. her mystery girl.

you’re just walking into the class, anxiously searching for a familiar face when you lock eyes with her. you’d seen abby anderson before, i mean, she’s the captain of your university’s basketball team.

you quickly scanned the room, looking for anyone else you knew, but ultimately decided on taking a seat next to her.

“hi!” you quickly smile and wave, setting down your pink tote bag at the seat right next to hers.

“oh, um hey” she says, freaking out internally “you’re y/n right? i’m abby” she asks, smiling. “yeah, i am” you laugh “you play basketball here, right?” you question

“yeah- um i do. i’m the captain actually” she clears her throat. what. the hell. she knows me?!?? stay calm abby.

“cool! i’ve always wanted to see you guys play but just haven’t really gotten a chance” you admit, sheepishly, toying with the trim of your baby pink sweater

“i mean, we have a game tomorrow night… that’s if you want to come, of course” “really? i’d love to come!” you chirp

“if you’d want to go earlier i could- i could pick you up, like when i’m on my way… like you could watch us warm up and everything. it sounds boring so if you wouldn’t wanna-“ “yes! omg of course that sounds fun!” she freezes for a second, almost shocked at the fact that you’d even want to see her play

“really?” “yeah” you grin. she’s kind of cute you think to yourself

she stands there for a second, and then fumbles for her phone “can i have your number? so i could text you all the times and… stuff” “sure!” you pull out your phone, which has a baby blue case with little bunnies on it, “here” you take her phone, typing in your number and adding your name, with a little ‘♡’ after it

she hands you your phone back, with her contact now saved “so i’ll text you tomorrow, yeah?” “yeah!” you blush, and turn to take out your laptop

that whole afternoon, she stares at your contact in her phone, drafting about 101 texts she doesn’t dare send.

unbeknownst to her, you’re doing the exact same thing.

the next day your phone ‘dings’

abby: hey, is 4:30 alright? i have to get there earlier and stuff

you: yeah that’s perfect! :) this is my dorm btw

*1 attachment*

abby: i’ll see u then

you: see u!! ♡

a heart???? does that mean anything?? she thinks, mind racing.

you panic, checking the time. “ITS ALREADY NOON?? I NEED MORE TIME TO GET READY” you squeal, alerting your roommate, dina, who was in the middle of doing some homework

“oooo getting ready for who??” “you’ll never guess. not in a million years?” “who?!” ellie, dina’s girlfriend, asks sitting up from dina’s bed “um how long have you been here?” you ask the auburn haired girl, startled. “ummm too long. anyways who is it??” “abby anderson.” you say, quietly, almost in a whisper.

“abby… anderson?” she asks, brows furrowed. “yes… sorry els i know you hate her or whatever” you wince “hate is an understatement. did you know what she said to me in freshman gym??” “ellie, please” dina warns, clearly having heard this story plenty of times

“yeah fine” she shrugs, pulling the duvet back over her head.

“okay so where is she taking you??” dina asks, turning to face you. “well… to her game tonight. it’s not a date or anything!” you say, ignoring the brunettes eye roll “that’s very boring. anyways you should wear that new jean skirt you got last week” “i was thinking of wearing that! with what top though? the pink one? “that’s really flowy?” “yeah!” “and then the white sweater over it!”

“dina. you are literally my fairy godmother” she shrugs off your compliment, “i’m just that good” she brags.

you nervously sit on the edge of your bed in the shared dorm, as ellie and dina already made their way to some party

two sharp knocks on your door echo through the room and you quickly sit up and make your way over to the door, adjusting your purse on your shoulder and you turn the knob.

the door swings open, revealing the muscular blonde in front of you.

“wow.” she breaths out

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bluetoraa · 2 years

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I know u aren’t taking rqs now but to maybe put this in the corner of ur mind… timeskip karma smut hcs..😳😳 and his kinks… just a thought!!

karma akabane smut + kink headcanons!

warnings!

—both you and him are 18+

—huge sexual content warning. like huge.

—Dacryphilia, Degeneration, Light praise, Edging, Oversitmulating, BDSM, Hickeys, ‘Too big karma’, usage of toys, and Public Sex.

ok so, lets just get on with the obvious, karma is sadistic in bed. to the point where it’ll make anyone cry.

but he enjoys it!

thats right, karma gets off to your tears.

why? because you look so beautiful with your face stained with old tears as new ones flow over the faded paths the former tears made.

and you cry because he just can’t seem to fit his cock in :(.

he’s wayy too big! like he’s huge!!

while trying to fit it in everytime you two fuck he leans over and whispers in your ear mixes of praise and degradation. something along the lines of,

“shh shh, you’re fine. look at you, taking me so well, my lovely little slut..”

karma definitely fucks you to music.

not to guide his thrusting, but to drown out your moans so the neighbours don’t complain again.

plus, its a bonus for him, cause it means nobody else will get to hear you moan his name.

anytime you ‘tease’ him by wearing his favourite outfit when the both of you go out and you notice his eyes just can’t seem to leave your body.

just know that when you get home expect to be rushed to your room for a fantastic night that leaves you unable to walk without tumbling over or tripping over nothing.

karma believes in sloppy kisses while fucking you against a wall!!

karma is soooo into tying you up and gagging you.

he just thinks you look best when tied up and gagged, begging with your eyes to put his cock in after edging you for so long.

he had definitely used a vibrating toy on you while you were tied up just to see how needy you’d get after awhile of him not paying attention to you and for not touching you.

speaking of a vibrating toy, karma has DEFINITELY used it on you in public while having his arm around your waist while the other arm controls the toy.

yes, you two have had sex in public.

he just likes the thrill of the idea of someone catching you getting fucked stupid.

like, take the time the both of you went to a party together.

you wore the cutest outfit you could find to impress people you haven’t met that you’d see at the place you were going.

while all karma thought of when he saw what you had on was to get it off.

so, after half an hour or so he dragged you off to the nearest bathroom where he told you to take off the lower half of your clothing.

to which you gladly did, knowing where this was going.

he lifted you into his arms as you rested your back on the wall behind you.

karma put his face near your neck as he tried to prepare you for a long night at the party and at home.

“c’mon, just relax and it’ll make it easier. god..you looked so good with that ‘fit on i could barely hold myself back darling..”

karma LOVEEES to see the look of humiliation on your face.

which is why everytime you two are done fucking, he whips out his phone and tells you to ‘smile for the camera.’

the look of embarrassment and shyness that fills your eyes makes him wanna go for another few rounds.

which brings us to the topic of karmas stamina.

and oh my god, its like you fed a man steroids.

he already has crazy stamina outside of the bedroom but WOOO when it’s just you two fucking he goes all out.

on average atleast 4-5 rounds. karma has to make the most outta this!

he gets you to beg all the time.

whenever you really want it he always says something corny like,

“i know you can beg better than that doll. so do it, beg better. just then, will i maybe think about touching you in the slightest.”

he makes it his life mission for you to beg to cum everytime he edges you.

he lives for the desperation in your voice as your legs shake more and more.

karma says you have the prettiest moans he’s ever heard, but his moans are something not even the devil could compete with.

he 100% chuckles while hes balls deep in you. not like a ‘hahaha!’ chuckle but a low and deep ‘haha..’ ya know?

OMG KARMA ABSOLUTELY GIVES YOU HICKEYS EVERYWHEREEE!!!!

on your chest, in between your thighs, and your neck.

anywhere this little shit can ‘mark whats his’ he’ll do it.

i feel like karmas favourite thing to say is probably something like,

“awe.. what, does it hurt? what hurts baby? c’mon i know you can take it. you were just begging for it, don’t go crying this quickly. or do, i’ll just go even harder.”

ya know?

AUTHORS NOTES:

haha, yk you just requested at the right time! i just started taking requests!!

and this is my first smut!! ahh i was so nervous writing all this!!

and omg??? ur brain is amazing!!! and thank you for the request!!<3

anyways, i hope whoevers reading this has a great day/night, thank you for reading!

sunday, september 25 2022. 11:30 PM

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eris-snow · 27 days

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𝐖𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

Tags: bakugou x gn!reader, meet in dreams, fluff

We met in a dream. Really? Really. Literally? Literally.

"You're here again."

Bakugou whips around, and he catches your eyes again. It's the same empty void, the same white, endless room.

And you're there again.

Waiting for him, it seems.

"Right back at you."

"You're insufferable."

Bakugou chuckles at that. He loves getting under your skin and loves the challenge you give him. Some people are just delightful to annoy, and you're one of those people.

"Rough day?" He asks, striding closer to you. Your face twists into a scowl, and he laughs at that. You wear your heart on your sleeve, no matter how much you try to mask your feelings.

It takes a second before you respond. "Don't laugh, idiot. You don't look any better."

Bakugou winds his arm up, feeling the ache in his bones. Well, you have a point. Training to become a hero isn't just your average high schooler's day-to-day 7 to 5. His battery is flat by the time he ends the day, and the next thing he knows it's morning again.

But this is a dream, his dream, and this isn't his first time here. The both of you have built mountains, painted cherry blossom trees and created sandy beaches straight from your minds.

"We can make anything," Bakugou says.

"Anything?"

"Anything."

You peer at him, a smile forming against your lips for the first time tonight.

You look so good when you smile.

"Well then what are we waiting for, Bakugou Katsuki? Let's get to it."

Bakugou remembers that night standing in grassy fields with you. It was your turn to set the scene, and you brought hazy green and a strong gale with you as the both of you stare at the moon from the grass.

Bakugou likes the feeling of it. the fields stretch on and on, and he feels free, like he could do anything.

"We can make anything."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

That's what you had first told him when he first dreamt of this place.

People think he goes to sleep early because he wants to keep his sleeping schedule intact, but his biggest motivating factor is his dreams. Dreams instead of nightmares of his kidnapping, dreams instead of the war.

He loves this, so, so much, and he's grown fond of you.

"Where is this?" He asks. You always have a reason for whatever place you take him.

"Nowhere." You tell him, arms cushioning your head as you stare up at the round, round moon. "I just like the wind in my hair the breath of fresh air. It's so wide, so quiet, and it makes me feel like I can do anything."

It's a good 15 minutes of talking before you sit up abruptly, causing Bakugou to do the same.

"What is it?" He asks.

You look at him before tapping his shoulder lightly. Then, without warning, you take off into the night.

It takes him a good 5 seconds to decipher what you just did. "Oi! You little shit, get back here-!"

He runs and runs chasing after your surprisingly nimble self. He can't use his quirk here, and he knows it'd be unfair if he did anyway, you'd never count it.

No matter, he can tag you without it.

Your voice bubbles with laughter as you dodge his attempts, scaling a sakura tree and watching him trying to grab your shoe.

"Catch me!"

Sakura petals drift down as you jump. Startled, he does, but your momentum causes the both of you to collapse on the ground with a loud thump.

You snicker, he sputters, yelling at you.

"What is wrong with you, dumbass? Does the word bruises exist in your vocabulary? What about injury? You're crazy, you know that?"

His ribcage throbs, but in a good way. The weight on him is good, because you're still laughing, and that's all that matters.

"It's a dream, silly. You don't get hurt in dreams." You reply, getting off his body.

"Come on, catch me."

With that you take off again, and he's racing after you, shouting the entire way.

You both do it more often than he'd like to admit. Chasing each other in the grassy fields, you laughing, him shouting, as the wind of eternal spring messes up your hair.

Sprawled on the ground without a care in the world. He loves it. He loves the way you make he feel.

He loves you.

"What are you looking at?"

He glances up, and he sees you hanging lazily from a tree.

You like trees.

Sakura ones, especially.

"You," His lips coil into a smirk, and he grabs a brunch and swings himself up there such that he's right in front of you.

You don't look fazed at all.

He leans in, and the kiss is short and sweet on your lips. You lean in too, and when he pulls back, he settles himself comfortably next to you, bodies comfortably pressed against each other.

"You're blushing," He notes. You try to smack him, but he catches your hand. "Look who's the one getting flustered."

"Insufferable. Downright insufferable." You mutter, yanking your hand out of his grip.

"Says the person who runs around fields for hours at a time."

"Yeah, love you too, asshole." You reply.

We can make anything.

And we did, Bakugou thinks, smiling fondly as holds you closer.

Let him have you, he tells the universe, let him find you.

A remedy for his nightmares, a medicine for his heart.

Catch me, you'd say, and he'd chase you for as long as it takes.

As long as you're here, anytime, anywhere, real or not, it'd be better than just a dream.

Author's note: I was gonna write angst but given the option, my sister chose fluff, so arghh-

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justblades · 11 months

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⌕ STRIKE A POSE, 18+

⟢ PROLOGUE of Strike A Pose! HSR MEN X FEM READER FANFIC WC : 1.3k

⟢ WARNINGS : EXPLICIT, MDNI.

⟢ SYNOPSIS : Your camboys in your university.

Our upbringings mold our young minds and the fragile hearts - defining our vulnerabilities, sketching what wounds us and most of all, shaping our perception of the real world where in events unravel one after another as if they were adamantine threads of fate already woven together. Life is a series of these scenes, and these scenes aren't always pleasant for the juvenile bud.

You recall a particular memory, one that you thought you've buried deep already: a sight of two olden lovebirds bickering with each other catches the depths of your eyes. Hearing spiteful words spur out of their mouths that the very same part they use to convey their love for each other has become a common routine now.

Another flashes in your mind: it's you and the never-ending sighs of disappointment whenever you'd hear people tolerate their partner's wrongdoings. Ranging from hurtful sentences that pierce through their beloved's heart with its sharpest side, to stinging actions inflicted upon their lover's that swell like a reminder, that maybe their partner doesn't love them as much.

"So you still have no plans of committing at all?" As if you were pulled back into the bitter reality, hesitation lingers from the answers you intend to verbalize. "They say that if you haven't found love in your college life, there's a high chance you won't as well in your workplace."

You leaned farther back on the chair, arms crossed with no care at all for how you looked like. After all, you're just waiting for your form, a proof that you're finally enrolled for the second year in your university. "I'd rather die alone than dedicate my life to someone who'll eventually mistreat me as time goes on."

Meanwhile your navy haired friend chuckles and copies your exact same actions, "Don't jump into conclusions, you'll never know what destiny brings you~" He coos, a shit eating grin carved on his features. You scoff in exchange and turn away from him, not until it's finally your turn for the form and approached the nearby table.

You hand your ID to the student in charge, he swiftly types all the needed information and input it to the computer. It drags on as you gradually got bored from hearing all the keyboard clattering noises - you whip your head upwards to check out the student for a moment.

The student had a surprisingly well-built body from how his button up tee hugged his stature, along the hems of the sleeves are his biceps and triceps flexing in each of his movements— trailing up, his azure irises were like the vast seabeds of skies, reflecting the image in front of him as he continues typing . . adorned by such masculine features was a solemn look he's wearing. His lips were pursed into a thin line, you could sense the concentration his aura is exuding.

"Alright, there you go."

You blink your eyes in repetition, bringing yourself back to the earth that felt like lightyears away as you get lolled into the male's deep, focused gaze. The blond reaches out your registration form, you gratefully accept, your fingers brush past his calloused, fair skin. Just as you were to take your leave, you catch a quick glimpse of the ID lace he was wearing. A criminology major.

Sampo waits for you by the end of the line, his smirk never ceasing anytime soon. "Interested in him? You're lucky I have intel." He comments while you wave the form in front of his face and pass by the male. He immediately follows suit from your flat footsteps outside the lab, spewing stuff about him despite you feigning disinterest towards the student. "Gepard, the College of Criminal Justice Education's President. I heard he's quite a reliable guy, morally good also."

"Well, given that he's taking Criminology—" Your best friend's words were cut off by a loud blaring sound from the speakers standing tall by each corners of the vista of buildings inside the campus. "Good day, everyone! May the listeners be freshmen, upperclassmen, juniors or seniors - we wish you a fruitful semester just ahead of us in a week! For more inquiries, feel free to ask us by the Window 8 of the registrar's building."

The abrupt announcement then comes to an end, the once noise filled campus falls silent for a short moment. You draw a sigh once again, just thinking of your summer break ending that fast drains all the future enthusiasm out of your body. Come to think of it, you also have a seminar to attend to by the next Monday. A seemingly 'informative' seminar that tells you all about the university's functions, its privileges that it can provide to its students, what to do in case of problems and stuff like that - you were thinking of not attending anyway.

As Sampo bids his farewell with once more with a cunning smirk playing on his lips the very last glimpse, you quickly hopped in your home with hefty feet and fatigue stricken body. It's been an awfully long day, the semester is just yet to start but you're already out of sham excuses to tell yourself to keep pushing through the hectic university life.

Maybe this is where lovers come in, having a person to pertain to as your home, your comfort - your solace is the sweetest part after a dreadful day. Maybe it's getting to tell them the events that unfolded and what your reactions were while they gladly listen, forever entertained by the faces you're making and the wholehearted storytelling. Maybe this is why people love. Maybe this is how people fall in love.

Among your circle, it's just you and Sampo who are single. Everyone else was taken, hence why you can't take up much of their time blabbering about the most nonsensical things of your daily life since they're busy with theirs as well. Although you're single by choice, you have no idea what's the situation for your best friend Sampo. Perhaps he's in the same boat as you, but the only factor stopping him from committing is his intense love for money, wealth, overall, riches.

The clock's longest arrow now ticks by the 10th digit, while the second shortest strikes exactly at 12. You whip your laptop out apace, typing the keys to which words then flash in the screen. The site's iconic colors of black and red bounce off the dim lit walls of your bedroom, as well as a familiar sight long engraved in your mind appears once again, much to your delight.

As usual, he's opening his stream in lento - starting it off rather sweet and wholesome such as asking his viewers how are they, the intricacies of small talk. Although you had to admit, his honeyed voice sounds dulcet sweet. A perfect sound to get off to after a tiring time.

Eyeing each of his actions carefully, he thrusts his hips upwards, showcasing his erect, clothed cock from the sheer thin clothing of his boxer shorts. Arousal pools in your slit, you fiddle along your clit and close your eyes shut, immersing yourself in the feeling - imagining as if your favorite creator was right there, atop you, spreading the muddy white liquids in your folds with his slender fingers.

Yes. This is how you cope with stress and loneliness. It is a sequestered hobby or more of an interest of yours that you never plan to reveal to people. You're fine with the things as they are already. Plus, there are 5 more camboys to choose from: if you ever get tired of your current one, you can watch someone new depending on your mood and which one of them suits your current self's tastes.

You're forever grateful for stumbling upon this dick virtual haven that helped you get by in times of difficulty and in need.

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tokkias · 6 months

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nalu fluff fic rec list a list of my personal favourite fluffy reads on ao3! (+ a few of my own too :])

* indicates my must reads :]

Anything For You by goldviolet Despite Natsu's childish desire to know anything and everything, he's decided that there are somethings he's okay with not knowing.

Eye of the Beholder by madartiste Natsu realizes something about Lucy after seeing her in her old habitat.

your heart, my heart by aitnes * "Is that how you want to fall in love?" He asks, drowsily, quietly. She jerks around, staring at him for what feels like an eternity. Emotions brim brightly in the brown of her eyes, as if she's about to give up the most important, vulnerable part of her. As if all that she's ever wanted was to give it to him. "Yeah." Her voice, no louder than a whisper. "Yeah, I think so." Of windows, seasons, and slow change.

it takes two (it takes us) by aitnes She throws her arms over his shoulders, her fingertips brushing across the back of his neck and setting his skin on fire, and suddenly nothing is funny anymore. The team goes undercover at a ball for a mission, but Natsu winds up catching a little bit more than rogue mages.

The Colours Are Brighter, When I'm With You by RyuuSha * They say that you see the world differently when you’re in love. Lucy supposed that was true enough.

i’ll make you a promise (watch you dance with your keys) by tetsuryu * She cracks her whip across the earth and he thinks he might be in love.

what it feels like to fall in love by tokkias "Natsu?" "Yeah?" There’s a brief pause between when he responds and when she manages to articulate a reply. She looks almost contemplative, as though she hasn’t thought her question through or perhaps, that she doesn’t know if she even wants to ask at all. "Do you think you’ve ever been in love?"

Something Bubbly, Something Blue by madartiste Natsu discovers that he likes weddings.

Natural Progression by snickerdoodlles Epiphanies sucked. They made idiots boyfriend material and her mind more perverted than a trashy romance novel.

Your Hands Are Warm by chikachoo Lucy discovers that absence does make the heart grow fonder. Contrary to what she would have everyone believe.

A Matter of Time by shizutans You don’t know much about the stars, but you are certain in your belief that she is a supernova. Her gentle touches are explosions on your skin, and all you can see is her. She is blinding.

a thousand red roses by natsudragneelswh0re Natsu and Lucy come back from a mission that puts pressure on not only them, but also their relationship. There only seems to be one option to resolve their conflict, but the 'only option' seems to be different to either party.

ten baby dragons (or less) by tokkias Making a family of his own is not something Natsu had ever given much thought to, but as he holds one of the guild's tiniest new additions in his arms he catches a glimpse into his future.

Amazing by Kaleidoscope_777 Natsu and Lucy's monthly routine is interrupted by a seemingly harmless question.

Post-Job Rituals by GemmaRose It's not something they've ever really talked about, but Natsu has long since stopped being surprised when Lucy pulls his head into her lap to play with his hair after a job well done.

i would say all of this, but i don't wanna ruin the moment by luckymio * As he sat on his bed, only the sounds of his fingers clicking against the controller, the monsters in his game groaning, even though the game was paused, and the flipping of pages, he realized that he couldn’t remember a time where he wasn’t in love with Lucy. It had always been him and her, Natsu and Lucy, them. Always them.

Furry by TheTinyFoxtail Lucy's embarrassed, Natsu's gone too far, and Happy's always in the wrong place at the wrong time. No, this wasn't what Lucy had pictured her first kiss with Natsu to be like.

night drives by luckymio Those nights were magic. For him, they were magic. Lucy’s face in the side mirror, her eyes gentle, slightly dazed, and trained on the blurry houses and apartments. She would sing softly, close to a whisper, her voice almost drowned out from the sound of tire against pavement. But he heard it, because he never focused on the music, because he only focused on her.

taking the hint by tokkias In which Natsu tries his best to let Lucy knows how he feels, but she just can't seem to take the hint.

Winter by bumblebeehugs Lucy has the worst morning known to human kind, until Natsu comes to her rescue. (but you should read the whole Lovely Seasons series anyway)

#nalu #fairy tail #nalu fic recs #fan fiction

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i love your writings so so so so much ❤️❤️❤️

can you please make rhea and damian x reader where maybe they had been too rough or too hard punishing reader and she has to safeword because when she told them to stop they wouldn’t? and they go from being mean to super soft and taking care of reader like readers shaking and crying because she was in too much pain but they ended up taking care of her 🙏

Safeword (Rhea Ripley x Reader x Damian Priest)

Tw: rough sex, anal fucking, whips, use of safeword

You were laying in bed together, spending some quality time with each other when your girlfriend Rhea decided it was time for some soft sex. Usually you were quite rough in bed, especially when your boyfriend Damian joined you. Together they always pushed you to the edge. But you trusted them, knowing they'd always stop when you used your safeword and that they would care for you and apologize.

"I love you" Rhea murmurs as she gently trails kisses down your neck. She was on top and you were holding here tight, caressing every inch of her body. "I love you too" you whisper in between kisses. "Then show me" she smirks and surprisingly but still carefully pushes her index finger inside of your pussy.

"Mmhh" you moan quietly. Rhea smiles and gently pushes in and out while still kissing you and whispering sweet nothings. It were just a few minutes until you hear the front door being opened. "Shit" you curse under your breath and make attempts to get out of bed but Rhea keeps you down. She tells you not to worry and that a little punishment was worth the time you had. Plus, she didn't like keeping secrets from your boyfriend.

Damian walks in on you still making out with your girlfriend. You lock eyes and you can instantly see the anger in his eyes. "Didn't I tell you not to fuck with anybody without my consent?" he growls. "I- " but Rhea cuts you off in an attempt to calm Damian down, saying it was her idea and that you didn't do anything. "Guess I won't go that hard on you then" she smiles and takes of his shirt. He crawls into bed next to you, wraps his arms around you and kisses you. "You weren't scared, were you?" he whispers. "Maybe a little" you admit and grin.

You joke around a little until your girlfriend starts to complain that she's horny. Damian and you look at each other, quietly agreeing to give her what she wants. "Come here love" you say and pat between you legs. Rhea sits down with her back against your chest and her head on your shoulder. You tilt her chin up a little so you could kiss her while Damian took off the rest of his clothes.

Rhea takes one of your hands in hers and guides it to her breast while you sneak the other one down to play with her clit. "Good girls" Damian praises as he strokes himself a few times. He aligns the tip of his cock at Rhea's entrance and she moans a little when she feels him. Priest pulls you away from your girlfriend to kiss you and pushes into Rhea carefully. "Huhh" Rhea breathes out loud and let's her head fall back against your shoulder.

Your hands keep roaming her upper body, while Damian goes faster and harder on her. "I- ahh I'm coming" Rhea moans but your boyfriend dares her not to cum until he allows her to. "Fuck you Damian, I can do whatever I want" she curses and releases. You chuckle but Damian looks a little pissed. He grabs her by the throat and squeezes it, making her gasp in shock and look at him. "You made a mistake Ripley" he warns her. She pushes him off "What'cha wanna do huh?" she challenges him with a grin. "Oh, I know I can't do anything against you, but y/n, hell ye she doesn't stand a chance" he smirks. "Ohh only if I get to have fun too" she counters back and they both look at you with a devilish grin.

"Go ahead, I can take the both of you" you challenge them and crawl over to Rhea, sitting down on her lap facing her. "What do you have in mind?" you tease her and start grinding on her lap. "Stop that y/n" Damian warns you and pulls you off of Rhea, pushing you down on the bed. "Or did you forget who's in charge?" you shake your head slightly "No, I didn't" "Good girl" he praises you with a quick kiss.

Rhea bends over to kiss you passionately and plays with your breasts while Damian got to work on your clit. "same safeword?" Rhea whispers against your lips. You hum in agreement and feel Damian aligning the tip of his cock at your entrance. Your hand wanders down in an attempt to slow him down but he already pushes into you. You break the kiss with Rhea so gasp for air and let out a surprised yelp. "Shh sh" Damian shushes you and leans down to kiss you, pressing Rhea down onto you chest, but she doesn't complain as it's secretly one of her favorite spots.

"Got an idea" Rhea whispers as Damian gets off her and she can move again. She gets up and grabs a whip from your toy stash. "Don't be too harsh, okay?" you manage to breathe out in her direction while your boyfriend increases his pace. "Ten hits alright? And I want you to count out loud" Rhea offers you. You nod and inhale sharply as Damian unexpectedly pushes in harder than before. "Damian please" you press out. "Not that hard today" but he seems to ignore you, or didn't he hear you? Instead he slaps your ass like he wants you to shut up.

"What are you waiting for Rhea" he chuckles. He pulls out, picks up your legs and pins them next to your head so your butt was sticking up in the air. "Damian please, no" you whine, knowing what he was about to do. This time you were sure he heard you and just didn't listen. "at least he's careful" you think as he slowly began to fuck your ass. A sting runs through your body as Rhea hits you for the first time. "Argh- One" you whimper. "Two- ugh" a single tear falls. Damian goes faster, you could tell he was about to cum by the way he was panting and moaning. "Ahh three" you shout as Rhea hits you harder this time. Damian pulls out again to let your legs down.

This time he shows no mercy as he fucks your pussy again. Rhea also hits you harder than before and everything just gets too much as you shout for them to stop. "Stop it! Damian, Rhea!" but they don't. Damian even increases his speed and fucks you even harder. "Stop! STOP!Stop it, STOP IT!" you scream. But again he doesn't listen. Rhea hits you hard again before she notices that you might be serious, as tears are streaming down your face now. "Red! RED RED RED!" you scream on top of your lungs now and try to push Damian off.

Only now he realizes that he went to far and pulls out. "Y/n I- I'm sorry I didn't mean to-" he stutters but you cut him off "Out! Get out, I SAID GET. OUT!" you scream and try to get space between you and him. He slowly gets off the bed and leaves, closing the door behind him. "God what have I done" he whispers to himself, knowing he went too far this time and that you needed space now. Rhea just stands in the corner of your bedroom, completely helpless. She doesn't know what to do or say so she very carefully approaches you.

You were laying on the bed, knees tucked up to your chest. Your back was facing her and you were shaking and crying because of the pain they caused you. "Y/n.. Baby hey.."she whispers soothingly. "I uh- I'm not sure what to do or say right now but I want you to know that we didn't mean to push it this far" she continues and carefully places a hand on your hip to let you know she's there. You flinch at the contact and Rhea retracts her hand a little but decides against it then and places it back on your hip. "Baby.." she stumbles, scared to loose you. "Hey come here, you don't need to get through this alone.." She tries to calm you and gently pulls you towards her.

After a few seconds you give in and snuggle up to her, hugging her tight and crying into her shoulder. "Why didn't you stop?" you sob. "It was already too late when I noticed you were serious, I'm sorry.." your girlfriend admits and strokes your back. You hear a knock and Damian asking quietly if he can come back in. Rhea agrees and he hesitantly opens the door. "Hey.." he says and slowly approaches you. You stiffen up and cling a little tighter to Rhea, afraid of his touch. "I'm so sorry.. I don't know what's gotten into me.." he whispers. As you don't react he gently touches your hand. You flinch a little again but allow the touch. Damian holds your hand for a while, glad he didn't fuck up completely. "Can I hug you?" he then asks quietly and you nod. Releasing Rhea from your grip you move over and hug him back. He holds you tight and you feel a few tears running down your skin as he buries his head in the crook of your neck. "I am so incredibly sorry baby" he mutters and hugs you even tighter. "It's okay Damian, it was a mistake" you reply, so quietly he almost couldn't hear it.

You let go of him again to lay down between your two partners. Cuddling with Rhea, your head on her chest, Damian wraps his arms around you from behind. "I know I fucked up but I promise, I'll always listen to you from now on" he whispers and kisses your neck. "I know baby" you say and take his hand in yours. "I never doubted that but in that moment it just was all too much" you explain. Rhea strokes your head a little until she's sure you're asleep. Damian and her stay awake a bit longer, talking about what happened today, what the trigger was and how they could have helped you better. In the end they also fell asleep, promising each other to never let that happen again.

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Little oneshot with Damian and Rhea, hope you enjoy :)

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