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judeswhore · 10 months

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fluff alphabet; jude bellingham

summary: fluff alphabet

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader

notes: you can find my masterlist here. u ask, i deliver🤭u can find the smutty version of this here

A = Affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

so so so affectionate it’s sickening to other people but it’s ur favourite thing abt him. he loves hugs and kisses and holding hands and just touching u in general. will randomly come up to u in the house or while ur out w family/friends and wrap u up in the tightest bear hug for no reason other than he wants to love on u. you’ll be talking or just minding ur own business and suddenly he’s smothering ur face in kisses, gripping ur cheeks and just attacking u with his lips and his excuse will just be “cant help it, just so pretty baby”. and saying that he’s so affectionate w his words too. always telling u how gorgeous u are, how nice u look today in those clothes or just randomly compliments u when ur laying abt in the house bc he just needs u to know and never wants u to forget

B = Baby (do they want children?)

so so badly. he has baby fever more than u probably. he always sees his older teammates w their children and it sends him into a spiral bc even tho ur both pretty young he cant wait to start ur own family. he can never concentrate seeing u with children bc it’ll send his mind into overdrive and he’s always telling u how excited he is to finally have kids. probably has a lot planned out already such as how he’d wna decorate their rooms and his favourite names and the two of u probably talk abt it a lot. especially at night when it’s dark and it feels safe to whisper abt ur future together. just snuggling into him and whispering abt which names u like the most and whether they’ll be more like u or more like him and if u should paint their room blue or pink or yellow. i think his favourite thing to do wld be to plan a future that involves kids

C = Cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

he loves cuddles!!! more than anything bc he’s such a big softie and just likes holding u/likes to be held. loves a tight bear hug!! just wraps u up completely in his arms and squeezes, rocks u a little and it’s so comforting to both of u. loves to cuddle in bed too even when ur not sleeping. he’s watching tv and ur reading but he’s on top of u, head on ur stomach while he’s got his arms wrapped around u

D = Dates (do they prefer flashy or casual dates?)

bit of both and it depends on the mood. he adores showing u off and spoiling u rotten so he’ll book expensive restaurants and buy expensive wine and food bc u deserve the best of everything. but bc of his fame sometimes he wants u to himself where u can’t be interrupted or bombarded by fans. so he youse will have a casual cinema date tucked away in the back of the theatre and then eating fast food in ur car parked up in the car park. or just date night at home, just the two of u. cooking dinner or ordering take away, watching movies and smuggling, just super quiet and low key

E = Emotions (are they an emotional person? are they good at expressing themselves?)

we can all agree he’s pretty emotionally mature and he wld be in ur relationship. if something was upsetting him or he wasn’t happy w something he’d tell u bc he’s been taught that talking is always the best way to solve things. he is pretty emotional but he’s not one to hide it, he’ll tell u when he’s sad or when he’s happy and he worn try and hide any of his feelings from u bc he wants u both to be open abt that stuff and there for each other. sometimes he’ll turn to the silent treatment but it wldnt last very long mainly bc he cant cope not talking to u but also bc he realises that it’s stupid and he misses u. he can be very stubborn at times tho so even tho most of the times he’s great at communicating his emotions the odd time his age will really show and his stubborn side will come out. that’s usually what leads to the silent treatment but again it never lasts that long especially when he sees u looking all snug in his hoodie on the bed and he just need to cuddle u. he’d mutter a little apology w kisses and you’d talk it out

F = Feelings (who caught feelings first?)

HIM. he knew u was in deep the second he met u, stumbling over his words and getting all embarrassed, trying to be funny and failing bc he was so nervous. but after a few dates he’d know for certain how much he liked u. making him work for it a little bit and refusing to date him for a while and that just makes him fall for u more but from the get go he likes u so so bad. always flirting, always complimenting u, talking abt u none stop to his family and his friends. he’d talk abt u so much to his mam that she’d know u so well before the two of u even met. him being the one to catch feelings first he’d also be the one to initiate ur first kiss bc he just can’t wait any longer and then after he’d be a giddy little mess and wld have to kiss u again. and again. and again. until ur both giggling and u have to hold him at arms length

G = Gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

he’s a baby and a gentle soul in person no matter how angry he gets on the pitch. he’s always so soft and careful with u (unless u ask him not to be) bc he’s aware of how much bigger and stronger he is and he doesn’t wna hurt u. always holds u carefully and kisses u softly until ur demanding more and then ofc he’s complying but if it’s not one of those situations he’s always so gentle with u. he’s always reminding u he loves u too at any given moment, even if ur in the middle of an argument and he can’t leave without making sure he says it

H = Honesty (do they share everything with you?)

yes. ur the first to know anything abt anything bc ur the first person he thinks to call or text or go home to. no matter what it is he tells u, whether it be gossip from the team or his friends or news abt his career he tells u it all. even bad stuff, he shares all of it with u bc he knows you’ll sit and listen and will offer advice if he needs it

I = I love you (who said “i love you” first?)

so even tho he caught real feelings first u were the one to say “i love u” first. saying it after one of this big matches and ur just so so proud of him and the second he’s in front of u u dive at him, wrapping urself completely around him and going on abt how proud u are and then slipping in that little phrase and jude wld think he’d misheard at first. he’d pull away and set u back on ur feet and ask u to say it again and ur smiling so bright at him, taking his cheeks and kissing him so softly while repeating it and he’s just so overwhelmed bc maybe he’s been wanting to say it for a while but he’s been a little scared but now he’s not holding back. smothering ur face in kisses and in between them he’s saying he loves u. just so sweet and cute and neither of u are focused on people around u

J = Jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

i feel like he’s very confident in ur relationship and how much u love him so he usually doesn’t get jealous bc he knows if anyone’s coming on to u ur not interested and wld brush them off immediately. but sometimes he can’t help himself, usually if it’s his friends or teammates that have a thing for u bc to him that’s crossing a line. he doesn’t really do anything too drastic, usually just a “subtle” reminder that ur his. will usually wrap an arm around ur shoulder or waist or pull u in for a quick kiss, just something to say “yeah she’s mine u can stop looking now”. it sometimes makes him a little pouty but ur always quick to kiss that away and send him a smile and a reminder that u love him

K = Kisses (where do they like to kiss their partner? where do they like to be kissed?)

loves loves loves giving forehead kisses!!! will just cup the back of ur neck and then dip his head to press his lips to ur forehead. sometimes he’ll linger for a little while and you’ll feel him smile and it’s honestly the cutest thing. does it all the time. to say hello, to say goodbye, to say he loves u, just bc, while he’s laughing over something you’ve said, to placate ur jealousy, as a way of making u feel better if u sad, literally will kiss ur forehead all the time and for so many reasons :(

he likes when u kiss his jaw bc it makes him all fuzzy inside and u often do it before kissing him properly so it’s like a build up. just slowly kissing his jaw until he’s all impatient and then finally slotting ur lips over his and he’ll give this quiet little hum of happiness every single time. also likes when u kiss his thighs, not even in a sexual way (although he does love that). just laying w ur head on his thigh while watching tv or scrolling on ur phone and then you’ll just turn ur head and pepper his thighs in kisses just showing them so much love and he always gets a stupid grin on his face bc he thinks it’s adorable

L = Little ones (how are they around children?)

oh he’s an absolute angel we all know this. is so happy to be around children no matter what, will talk to them, play w them, teach them little football tricks if they ask like he’s just the sweetest and u adore it. if u have little neices/nephews or siblings he’d love being around them, like wld wna babysit all the time and wld have the best time and they’d love him. the way he is w children always makes u broody and he always teases u abt it and jokes that all the babysitting now is to prepare u for future little bellingham’s

M = Morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

some mornings he has to leave before u and if that’s the case he’ll be so so quiet while getting ready and then wld leave with a little kiss on ur head and wld text u immediately after leaving the house to say he’s left and good morning and he loves u :( but if ur able to spend a morning together it’s usually relatively slow. neither of u are morning people so it’s usually quiet, sharing soft kisses and muttered “good mornings” while still tangled in the sheets bc u always take forever to finally get up. when u do u brush ur teeth and everything in silence, jude occasionally squeezing ur hip or nudging u softly in a little loving way. making breakfast together and he’s behind u, arms around ur waist to cuddle into u while u talk quietly abt what ur gna do that day. it generally is just slow and loving and quiet but that’s how u like it

N = Nights (how are nights spent with them?)

SNUGGLES!!!!! nighttime routine together first tho, whether that be showering together or wtv and then doing ur skincare (forcing him to do the same as u bc u wna keep his skin beautiful) before getting ready for bed. he always always puts ur pjs in the dryer while ur doing ur skincare bc he knows u like them to be warm. either snuggling on the sofa w blankets or in bed to catch up on a show ur watching together and he’s got u tucked up against his side, head on his chest and he’s stroking ur arm and ur head and soothing u to sleep. it’s always so slow and soft bc usually u don’t get a lot of time together during the day so nighttime is for the two of u just to relax and bask in each other’s company

O = Open (when would they start revealing things about themselves?)

i feel like it’d take a bit of time at first, not like loads but he’d definitely be a little hesitant at first revealing certain things bc he’s still so unsure if he can trust girls given his fame :( but from the very start you’d make it clear u aren’t interested in any of that and it wldnt take him long to realise and he’d trust u a lot more than he does a lot of people even early on. he’d like u so much from the very first meeting so as soon as he’d figured out he could really trust u he’d have no problems spilling things abt himself, even the most embarrassing of his secrets

P = Parents (do their parents like you?)

oh god yes. like more than they like him and jobe. u and his mam are practically best friends and u always do things w her without jude. always shopping and going out for meals or going to spas and she’s always calling and texting to see if ur okay and jude’s always like??? “hello i’m here too” and she’d just brush him off bc ofc he is but she needs to know how ur feeling today. being just as close to his dad and u and him always bullying jude bc he’s always showing u old baby pics that u can use against ur boyfriend

Q = Quizzes (how much would they remember about their partner?)

every. single. thing. from the very first time u spoke to each other bc he’s been down bad ever since. like remembers things u told him on ur first date and ur like??? how is that even possible. always remembers if u say u like something, even in passing, and then wld get that thing for u and wld act so casual abt it but it means the absolute world to u. being at dinner w friends and they’re offering drinks/food and before u even know what’s going on he’s all “no she doesn’t like that, she’ll have ___ tho” and it’s the exact thing u wld’ve chosen and it makes u all giddy inside how well he knows u

R = Remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

the first time u went to one of his matches. he remembers being so nervous at first to have u there, tucked in w his family, bc he wanted to impress u and wanted u to see how good he was (as if u didn’t already know🙄). but the second he spotted u he was so giddy, grinning so bright and just wanting to kiss u silly bc u looked so pretty in his shirt. you’d told him that morning that u knew he was gna score bc u could feel it, joking u were a good luck charm and he did score dedicating the goal to u and feeling so happy abt how shy u looked when he pointed ur way. after the match he’d gone and pulled u into a hug and kissed u like he’d been wanting to all match and he’ll never forget ur smile and all the praise u threw his way. u did that after every match following, no matter the outcome, always telling him how proud u are but nothing wld beat that first time

S = Sad (how do they like to be comforted?)

loves back and head scratches :)) if he’s feeling down he doesn’t even really need to tell u bc u can just tell, letting him know he can talk when he’s ready while coaxing him into bed or onto the sofa. he likes when u let him lay on top of u, face tucked away in ur neck ur while u gently graze ur nails over his back and shoulders or over his head :( like i said early he’s good at talking abt his feelings so after a while he’ll eventually tell u what’s wrong bc he knows how good u are at giving him advice or just cheering him up a little bit he won’t move from that position even while ur talking so you’ll spend a good chunk of time just slowly rubbing over his skin until he’s ready to move

T = Try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

he deserves a medal for how much effort he puts into the relationship. even tho he’s a busy boy he still makes sure he’s treating u right. dates are always planned to perfection no matter what they are. he always goes all out on anniversaries and bdays, books time away to ur favourite places as a surprise and buys u the sweetest gifts, often new pieces of jewellery bc he just likes spoiling u. even just day to day he’s so attentive and sweet. leaves little notes on the mirror or fridge if he leaves for training before ur awake, gets ur coffee and breakfast ready so u don’t have to rush when u do wake up. will sometimes bring home ur favourite snacks or something if he’s passed a shop bc he knows the thought alone will make u smile

U = Ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

he’s a boy and is sooooo messy and doesn’t clean up after himself. definitely leads to arguments when he leaves dishes out or leaves his clothes all over the floor. but then he’ll just flash u that charming smile and give u a kiss and a sickly sweet apology

V = Value (how valuable is your relationship to them? is it a top priority?)

absolutely it’s a top priority. he knows he’s busy and his career means ur apart a lot and he knows that can be difficult but he never lets u think he’s putting that before u. he puts so much effort into making sure u know he loves and appreciates u even if u haven’t seen each other in a while and he’s always inviting u to events and matches so he can keep up w his career and while not neglecting u or ur relationship. if you’ve been apart for a while bc of matches he’ll make sure that as soon as he’s free again u have all his time even if that’s just spending the day at home together

W = Wedding (do they see themselves marrying you?)

yes 100%. he thinks abt it all the time. probably more than u (he’s a massive romantic okay idc). he’s definitely talked to urs and his parents abt it, urs more so in passing as tho looking for approval (which he was given immediately) but w his mam especially he’s talked abt it a lot. he’s looked at rings online a couple of times trying to find which ones he thinks u wld like the most and you’d already told him ur dream destination and he’s looked into it. he’s more than ready for when the time actually comes and ur both ready for the next step. BUT i feel like he’d wna have kids first bc he wants to see them as little flower girls/page boys like nothing wld make him happier than marrying u and having ur children there to see

X = Xylophone (what’s your song?)

mardy bum by arctic monkeys. jude’s always teasing u abt how moody u are sometimes (especially on ur period) and whenever u get in a real mood w him he’d gotten into the habit of playing that song or singing it to u and most of the time it’ll make u laugh, usually bc his singing is so awful. he likes singing it really loud with u in the kitchen even when ur not in a mood, spinning u and dipping u until ur both giggling and almost falling over. mardy bum is also one of his nicknames for u bc of ur love for the song

Y = Yearning (how do they act when they miss you?)

calls and texts u constantly. i’m talking bombards ur phone until u answer and it’ll be w the most pointless messages but u adore it bc u love knowing he’s thinking abt u. he’ll send u updates on what he’s doing, what he’s eaten, pics of things that remind him of u, memes, tiktoks, random “i love u. i miss u” texts. also always asks if u can fall asleep on facetime together sometimes bc he doesn’t wna stop talking to u :( like he really is a big softie. definitely sends u lots of flowers when ur apart w cute little notes attached like “these r pretty and they reminded me of u” he turns into the biggest mush when he misses u

Z = ZZZ (how do they like to sleep)

loves spooning!!!! either big or little he doesn’t care. prefers little spoon after a bad match/bad day bc he likes u to hold him and he always feels safe and loved like that :( but also loves to be big spoon so he can just wrap himself around u and hold u tight, always gives u little shoulder kisses like this while he tells u goodnight. moves abt a lot in his sleep tho so youse never wake up like that the next morning. but he also likes falling asleep w his head on ur chest!! locks his leg around urs and snuggles against ur boobs and asks u to stroke his back or scratch his head and he’ll fall asleep almost immediately bc ur so comforting and cosy to him

#jude bellingham #hey jude :)#jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham fic #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham smut #jude bellingham fluff

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save-the-villainous-cat · 21 days

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So sidekick is like the protective younger sibling (or younger sibling figure) of hero and they find out their older sibling is having a thing with the villain so they go and confront the villain and is all like “you don’t deserve to date my big sibling you sick, nasty villain”

But then villain pulls out the reverse uno card and is all like “oh please as if i don’t know you’re secretly seeing my henchman at the club every Friday night 🤨” then sidekick is like “😦😦they’re your HENCHMAN?-“

“I swear, if you touch them—”

“Oh please, they beg me for it.” They took a sip of their drink and leaned back, satisfied by the entertainment the sidekick gave them.

They were a lot like the hero, the villain realised. An angrier and smaller version of their nemesis.

“Ugh. Ew. Argh— I mean it, if you hurt them, you’re done.” The sidekick raised their finger but the villain couldn’t help but smile.

“What are you gonna do? Uninvite me to your birthday party?”

“You—”

In a sense, it put the villain’s mind at ease. To know that someone was there who was just as worried, just as protective over the hero was comforting. The hero needed to be protected with all their hot-headedness and impulsive decisions.

They could get into a lot of trouble, into a lot of fights. The villain had seen the scars.

“Listen, kid. You’re worried. But I promise, I don’t have any ill intentions.” They tapped their fingers against their glass.

The villain couldn’t get their mind off the hero. It was an actual problem at this point. It was more than a crush, more than dating. The villain was so helplessly devoted they found themselves pathetic.

A few months prior, they would’ve loathed this. But it was easy to forget everything when the hero’s hand was on their arm. When their fingers intertwined. When the hero held onto them when they got scared.

“Sorry, but I don’t exactly trust a villain. Do you think I’m dumb?”

“No. You’re clever and that’s why you’re going to believe me,” the villain said. “If I wanted them dead, they would be. Instead, I am stitching them back together.”

“That’s my job.”

“It shouldn’t be. You’re a kid.”

“I’ve been taking care of them my entire life.”

The villain tilted their head, smiling sadly.

“And that’s rather sad, don’t you think? The amounts of blood you’ve seen, the variety of wounds someone can endure — no child should see something like that.”

This time, the sidekick didn’t say anything, they just stared at the villain’s desk rather angrily. It was frustrating, the villain was fully aware of that.

It must’ve been difficult for the sidekick to realise something was changing, that their role as a caretaker was shifting. It must’ve been difficult not to feel replaced.

“I know you don’t agree with my methods. Neither does my lover. But I can promise you to take care of them, whatever it takes. You don’t have to carry this burden anymore.”

“It’s not a burden,” the sidekick snapped and the villain realised that the sidekick could’ve become a villain easily. They were angry and didn’t know how to handle that anger. They were frustrated and didn’t know how to express it. If they had been around the wrong people at the wrong time, they would’ve made a perfect victim of manipulation.

The villain wasn’t going to let that happen.

“They talk about you all the time,” the villain said. “Brag about your grades and awards.”

The sidekick looked up, eyes wide.

“What?”

“Oh, yeah. You play the violin, don’t you? And you’ve been obsessed with this new video game, aren’t you?”

The sidekick nodded. Suddenly, they seemed a little embarrassed.

“But you also get into a lot of trouble at school. Can’t stand bullies?”

The sidekick shook their head.

“They couldn’t be more proud,” the villain said. For a second, all was quiet. The villain was reminded of a lost childhood, of tears and fear. Of feeling alone, of losing everything. “Listen. They love you more than anything and I cannot change that, even if I wanted to. And I don’t. I guess I am trying to say that there’s two people now who can protect them. Plus, they’re not completely helpless.”

Now, the sidekick smiled softly.

“They’re stupid, though.”

“Oh, totally,” the villain agreed.

“They need me.”

“You need them just as much. They can’t give you that when they’re exhausted and need stitches all the time.”

“…I guess you have a point.” The sidekick let out a big sigh and rubbed their face with their hands. And that was the moment the villain knew they had changed their mind. It wasn’t easy to let go of habits and the villain was fully aware that this wasn’t over, that the sidekick would try to slip back into their role every now and then.

But this was a great start. That kid needed more free time.

“I always do.” The villain grinned. “They’re in good hands, don’t worry. I’ll take over the bloody parts and the tears, you do the video games and laundry fights, alright?”

“Ugh. Fine. That doesn’t mean I like you,” the sidekick said. They stood up, false annoyance all over them.

“Mmm, don’t worry. That’ll kick in later. Now get lost, don’t you have a science project or something to take care of?”

“You’re so annoying.” They were heading for the door but the villain had one last sideswipe. They couldn’t help themselves.

“Oh, tell my henchman to do their work on time when you see them tomorrow, will you?” They tried not to smile when the sidekick turned around.

“Excuse me?” The villain stood up, walked around the table.

“Tomorrow at the club, I mean. I’ve heard you’re quite the wildcards together.”

“Hey, what do you mean, your henchman?”

“Just try not to devour each other in front of other people, I don’t want to hear anything about that.”

The villain gave them a smile and pushed them gently out of the room.

“Woah, wait, hey—”

“Bye bye.” They closed the door of their office with a cheery demeanour. They’d always been a sucker for a little drama.

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carolmunson · 4 months

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orange colored sky verse

He runs a finger tip over your cheek bone, all the way back over to trace over your ear. Your face contorts slightly, but you don’t open your eyes. He holds in a giggle at the way your lips purse and your brows pull in.

“So grouchy,” he whispers, mimicking your tone when you tell Gwen she looks upset. It’s been a while since he’s stayed up and watched you sleep. He felt like such a weirdo the first time he did it, laying next to you in your queen sized bed in your little studio apartment. The glow of the street lights coating your face in blue and orange light.

He just couldn’t turn his mind off — work stress, upcoming travel, checking in with Steve, falling in love with you — all whirring in his head. But the softness of your face, your gentle snores, the way you buried your face in your pillow when you’d turn around; it was comforting to watch you at peace. To feel so safe with him.

You tucked in early. Your stomach hurt, your body ached, you’d been up since 4:30 wracked with nerves for a work project.

You made Gwen dinner and then kissed them both goodnight. Eddie spent a few minutes explaining to Gwen that sometimes Mommy goes to bed early and that Gwen still had to go to bed at her bedtime. It was a mini battle to get her put down, but he always wins — earning a sloppy kiss on the cheek before he left the room.

Feeling like husband of the year, he came to the bedroom with a mug of peppermint tea, only to find you asleep with your phone still propped up in your hand — snoring even though you always argue with him that you don’t snore.

Quietly, he places the mug down on your bedside table tucking your phone next to it when he eases it out of your hand. With a quick click, the lights are off, save for a starry night light in the corner for when Gwen rushes in when she has a ‘scawy dweam’ or needs her daddy to ‘check fa munstahs’ under her bed.

You hardly stir when he crawls in next to you, fine to just read on his Kindle while you lay there — and it’s then that he remembers how long it’s been to just have you like this to himself. At ease, quiet, no baby on your chest, not just ‘resting your eyes’, but asleep and safe — safe with him.

After your grouchy face you adjust onto your stomach, half your cheek buried in the pillow. A crack of a snore leaks out and he holds in a bark of a laugh in its place. With one hand he grazes his fingertips back against your hair line, thumb rubbing your temple in slow circles. The other clicks his Kindle on to settle back into David Cullen’s Columbine that he finally decided to read so many years after your first date.

He wonders if that version of him knew he’d be lying next to you while he read it after putting your daughter to bed. Rings on both of your fingers. Wedding photos in custom framing.

He thinks he always knew. He’s sure he did.

After another rumble from your mouth and nose rises you with a jolt. You blearily look around and squint at the brightness of his e-reader.

“Whaddime-izzit?”

“8:14,” he says quietly, “You wake yourself up?”

“Hm?”

“That was a loud snore, I think you—”

“I don’t snore,” you say, flipping to your other side to face away from him.

“Of course not,” he replies calmly with a smile. Eddie’s eyes go back to the Kindle when he feels your hand reach back in search of his. A warmth fills his chest, reaching up to squeeze your bicep and go back to running his fingertips by your hairline the way you like. Your little delighted ‘hm’ lets him know you’ll be back asleep in no time and he doesn’t mind.

He loves this. He’s so glad he chose this.

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oceantornadoo · 2 months

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protective ex-husband!simon, implied violence/break-in *gender neutral version*

“i know! and that’s when i told her-“ you paused, your hand halfway to the keys at the bottom of your backpack. your apartment door was open, a menacing sliver of darkness awaiting you. “hey, i’m going to have to call you back.” you ended the call with your friend, slowly backing away from your door. shit. you knew you locked the door when you left for work, and no one else had a copy of your key. a creeping sensation came over you, like someone was watching from within. slowly, you retreated, taking the elevator down to your apartment’s lobby as the anxiety crawled through your body. you wracked your brain, wondering if you should call the police. wondering if they would even believe you. there was only one call to make.

“come on, pick up.” you tapped your foot impatiently as your ex husband took forever to answer the phone. it was all you could do to not think about your home being violated, about a potential stalker or date gone wrong.

“‘ello?”

“si- simon, it’s me.”

“i know, love. that’s why i picked up.” you let out a quiet sob of relief at his voice, the bottle on your emotions starting to leak.

“what’s wrong?” his voice changed, immediately hearing your silent tears. he could always read you too well. “i don’t want to bother you but” you hiccupped. shit. “but my apartment door was open and i’m pretty sure i closed it, i usually do. i don’t know if im being silly but now im in the lobby and im just scared, simon.” there was a fumbling sound, the echoes of simon zipping up his jacket and pulling on his shoes.

“go to that cafe across the street, dove. go get yourself one of those overpriced hot chocolates. i’ll be there in 15.”

9 minutes later, your shaking hands were tapping random patterns on the cafe table, unable to raise your drink to your mouth without spilling it. your eyes were locked onto the wood grain, counting lines to distract yourself.

suddenly, a gloved hand covered yours. you looked up and there he was, your ghost in all his glory. you forgot everything for a second, forgot the past arguments and the strained silences, and flung yourself into his arms. you breathed in his comforting scent of pinewood that masked his cigarettes, a cologne you got him four years ago for christmas. your face was wet, and as he pulled you back to check you for injuries, his thumb brushed a stray tear away from your face. you didn’t even realize you were crying.

“‘s okay, baby. i’m here now. give me your keys.” you fumbled for your keys, backpack strap sliding off your shoulder as your hands shook too much to keep it balanced. simon caught it gracefully, finding your keys in the same pocket you always kept them. “stay here. i’ll be back.” you nodded instinctively. only when you saw his figure retreat to your apartment building, clothed in all black like a figure of death, you realized you hadn’t told him your new apartment number.

twenty minutes passed. simon’s presence had worked like medicine as your heart rate has now dropped back down to normal, your hands stable enough to finish your drink. any other person would be worried for simon’s safety, but you knew the only person you should be concerned for was your intruder.

“you’re stayin’ with me tonight.” he was back, looking exactly the same. he wasn’t even winded. “thank you simon, but don’t be ridiculous. i can get a hotel. you live so far from my work anyways.” he approached you, crowding into your space as he leaned over you, even with a cafe table in between. “consider it payment then.” he tilted your chin up with his left hand as he hid his other one, covered with blood, in his pocket. “one way or another, you’re in my bed tonight, dove.” you gulped at that. “and i’ve got riley in the car. you wouldn’t abandon him, would you?” of course he had gotten your cat when he checked out your apartment. riley hated men, but never simon. cheeky bastard.

“you win.”

fast forward a couple of hours and you were getting ready for bed at simon’s, belly full from the meal he had made you. riley made himself at home on the living room couch, of course. “he’s in my spot.” you gestured to your cat on the couch. “wha’ d’ya mean?” your husband simon was now in sweats and sweats only, clean from the shower he had after you both got home back to his place. you pretended not to see him methodically wash blood out of his fingernails, reasoning quite easily with yourself that it was for a good cause.

“my couch for tonight.” simon moved toward you and you avoided his eyes, trying not to stare at how beautiful he still was. muscular but thick, torso adorned with scars you used to trace on sunday mornings when you both stayed in bed until the afternoon. he gripped your chin, forcing you to make eye contact. “told’ya you were in my bed tonight, dovie.” you swallowed and he watched your throat move, memories of you swallowing something else countless times rising to the surface.

“don’t be silly, simon. that would cross a line.”

“what line?” his arms were crossed now, drawing your attention to an unfamiliar tattoo right above his heart. a small dove.

“we’re not together anymore, simon.”

“you’re still mine.”

silence. he was always like this, pushing you until you broke. he was unwilling to compromise, even on the smallest of issues. usually you’d fight him, spit fire until you lost your voice. tonight though, you were reminded of how he was the only person you were able to call, the only one committing dark sins without asking, all for your safety. instead, you threw your hands up and walked into his bedroom, mechanically stripping as you put on one of his shirts and a pair of shorts. you felt his eyes on you, burning a hole through the fabric. you were tired, so tired of this push and pull.

“what.” you whipped around, all venom. his eyes were impossibly soft, holding yours with a peaceful caress. “you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you.” your fire went out at that. “you’re just trying to get me naked.” you mumbled, looking down as you fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. you watched as his body came into view, pressing your forehead against his bare skin.

“could see you in a thousand layers and you’d still be the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen, dove.” ever so slowly, your hands crept up his body to grab his shoulders and neck. he picked you up with ease, turning the lights off and tucking you both in bed. “when did you get the tattoo?” you asked in the dark.

“3 months and 12 days ago.” what would have been your 3rd year of marriage, your anniversary. you lowered your head and gave him a kiss right where the tattoo was. “can we talk about it in the morning?” you snuggled into him, that familiar scent calming you once again. “always, dove.” he kissed your forehead, smiling in the dark.

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someone requested gender neutral so i hope i did you justice! i consider dove, love, lovie, and baby to be gn so i didn’t change them if you were wondering

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #cod 141 #simon riley smut #fluff #ghost call of duty #tornadothoughts #gender neutral reader #simon riley x gn reader

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mcdynamite · 1 year

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If you asked most people who know Eddie Munson, they’d tell you that he's a loud, theatrical man. They might tell you that he's always bouncing around, full of chaotic energy and wild ideas, eager to share what's on his mind with anyone who will listen.

And for the most part, they would be right.

But Steve Harrington knows that there's more to it than that.

Steve knows that Eddie is loud, most of the time, except for when he feels most comfortable.

It's a realization that comes to Steve slowly in the weeks following their final battle against Vecna and the Upside Down, during the time they spend sharing a hospital room while they recover from their bat bites.

Steve is there to witness Eddie's cacophonous reunion with the kids - rife with hollering and boisterous laughter and some very stern (if relieved) scolding from Erica Sinclair. But he's also there to see the way Eddie motions Dustin over once everyone settles down and begins to trickle out of the room. Steve watches as Eddie pulls Dustin into his arms and mutters something Steve can't hear into the kid's ear - something that makes Dustin smile with teary eyes.

It's the first time Steve has seen such a soft display of emotion from Eddie Munson, and he finds it strangely fascinating.

Then, it's the same with Wayne a few days later, when he's finally allowed to visit Eddie in the hospital. Steve expects something a bit dramatic from Hawkins' most notorious Dungeon Master, to be honest, but it's not dramatic at all. The reunion between the Munson men is soft and subdued, nothing but quiet sentiments Steve can't quite make out. Eddie is still as full of energy as ever, but with Wayne around, he loses that frantic edge. And so Steve eventually realizes...

The more comfortable Eddie is, the less jagged his edges get. Loud, raucous laughter becomes soft chuckles. Booming declarations give way to quiet promises. Eddie Munson is softer when he feels safest, and Steve quickly decides that while he likes any and all versions of Eddie, he's particularly fond of this one - the one who's shed his emotional armor in favor of comfort, and perhaps a little vulnerability.

He wants to see more of this Eddie - the one who seems closest to Eddie's truest self.

And overtime, Steve gets his wish.

It starts with quiet, late-night conversations filling the space between their beds in the hospital, when they finally begin to dismantle every misguided preconceived notion they've ever had about each other in order to forge a friendship from the ground up.

Once they're released back into the real world, it continues. There are soft, amused comments murmured into Steve's ear during movie nights, and cheeky observations about the kids they practically share custody of on days at the arcade. There are relaxed conversations over a joint passed back and forth on nights when neither of them can sleep at three in the morning.

The closer they get, the softer Eddie becomes, and it only becomes more obvious when they finally stop dancing around each other and start dating.

Eddie's voice is careful and kind when he asks, "Can I kiss you?" for the first time.

He's practically whispering a week later when they both admit to wanting more than just a casual fling with each other.

When Steve makes him come for the first time, Eddie is all soft gasps and quiet whimpers... breathlessly chanting Steve's name like a prayer. And when Eddie returns the favor later that night, it's with the sweetest, filthiest things whispered into Steve's ear, working him into a frenzy until it takes him over the edge.

And four months into their relationship, one of their most important milestones is said so quietly, Steve almost misses it entirely.

They're laying in bed together, chatting away just like they do almost every night. Steve is basking in the feeling of Eddie's arms around him...of Eddie's bare chest against his back as they trade warmth back and forth. He always loves cuddling with Eddie, but he thinks these nights are his favorites. The ones when he gets to be the little spoon, tucked safely into the arms of the boy he thinks of first every morning and last every night.

Eddie tells him about the way Mike wouldn't stop bitching about his sunburn during the D&D campaign Eddie ran with the boys earlier today, and Steve can't help but roll his eyes.

"God, I told him to use sunscreen yesterday!" Steve insists. Behind him, Eddie snorts. "I did! I told all of them to use it, and most of them listened to me, but did Michael Wheeler? Of course not, because that little shit is hellbent on giving me grays before I turn thirty!"

There's another snort from Eddie - this one louder than the first - and Steve playfully smacks his arm where it's wrapped around Steve's abdomen. Eddie just catches his hand and traces circles across the back of it with his thumb.

"This isn't some laughing matter, Munson!" Steve hisses. "We're talking about my hair, here!"

"Oh, woe be upon he who dares threaten the integrity of your glorious mane, my liege," Eddie drawls dramatically. He nuzzles into the aforementioned mane and presses a soft kiss to the spot just behind Steve's ear.

"Exactly, see? You get it," Steve scoffs, choosing to ignore the sarcasm in his boyfriend's voice.

Eddie buries his face in the crook of Steve's neck and makes a vague humming sound.

"Seriously, though, next time, I'm putting sunscreen in a spray bottle and ambushing him with it, or some shit. I’ll be damned if he survived the apocalypse just so his pasty ass could be taken out by the sun," Steve continues to vent.

Eddie just laughs softly. "You're ridiculous, sweetheart," he murmurs. Steve feels him brush his lips against Steve's pulse point and has to suppress a shiver.

"Yes, and?" Steve huffs, unable to keep the smile out of his voice.

"You're ridiculous," Eddie repeats. Then, his voice goes impossibly soft - barely a whisper, and a bit hesitant - but Steve feels the words ghost over the shell of his ear. "And I love you."

Steve's breath hitches just as Eddie seems to realize the gravity of what he's let slip. Eddie's thumb, which has been rubbing gentle circles into the back of Steve's hand ever since he grabbed it a minute, suddenly pauses. For a moment, neither of them move.

It's Steve who unfreezes first, slowly rolling over until he's facing Eddie, still wrapped in his boyfriend's arms. He takes in Eddie's wide eyes and vaguely anxious expression before reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair out of Eddie's face.

Steve's voice is raspy when he finally manages to speak.

"You love me?" he asks hesitantly, hating the half of himself that's waiting for the other shoe to drop. Maybe he misheard. Maybe Eddie said something else. Or worse, maybe Eddie changed his mind immediately after saying it and is now regretting saying it in the first place. It wouldn't be the first time someone changed their mind about loving Steve, after all.

Eddie doesn't correct him, though, or take it back. Instead, he nods hesitantly, as though he's afraid Steve will hate him for it, and bites his lip.

"I- yeah," he says, still whispering. He looks terrified, and it makes Steve's heart ache. "Is that...okay?"

Steve wants to laugh. Or cry. Maybe both. Mostly, he wants to tell Eddie that it's more than okay - that he loves him, too, and has for a while now.

"Say it again," Steve begs, instead.

Eddie blinks, his gaze transforming into something so devastatingly tender that Steve doubts he'll ever recover.

"Stevie..." Eddie murmurs, bringing their foreheads to rest against each other. His lips curl into a smile. Steve smiles back. "I love you."

Steve is only slightly embarrassed by the way his heart is rabbiting against his ribs, surely loud enough for his boyfriend to hear.. "Really?"

Eddie smiles and lets their noses brush. "Yeah, baby. I really do."

"Oh," Steve breathes. His disbelief finally gives way to wonder as he allows his hand to move on its own accord - fingertips brushing against the soft skin of Eddie's cheek. Reverently, he traces the shape of Eddie's nose, of his eyebrows, of the little scar on Eddie's temple that's only just begun to fade.

Eddie presses a barely-there kiss to the pads of Steve's fingers when they finally drag across his lips. The action leaves Steve feeling so fond it aches.

"I love you, too," Steve whispers, because it's the truth. He's not sure exactly when he started to fall in love with Eddie Munson, but he does know that he's never stopped. He thinks he'll probably keep falling in love with Eddie until the day he dies.

It's a disgustingly sweet sentiment, and Steve can't bring himself to care.

"Fuck, Eddie," he laughs, breathless. Eddie's eyes are shining with joy. With love. Steve moves closer, until their lips brush against each other when he murmurs, "Love you so much."

Steve's heart has never felt as full as it does right now - as it continues to feel when they collide in a flurry of heated skin, soft lips, and quiet words of adoration. It's not the first time they've had sex, but it's the first time it's felt like this - like being wholly and completely cared for, for the first time in his life. Steve has tears in his eyes by the time they collapse against each other, sated and utterly in love, and Eddie devotedly kisses the tears away when they begin to fall.

In the aftermath, once they've both been cleaned up and caught their breath, Eddie pulls Steve into his arms so Steve's head can rest on his scarred chest. The soft thump of Eddie's heartbeat beneath his ear - proof that they survived everything they've been through, and that their reward is this beautiful, brilliant love - brings a smile to Steve's face.

He turns his head and presses his lips to Eddie's chest, just above Eddie's heart. Eddie's arms tighten around him.

"Love you, Eds," Steve murmurs, settling in and closing his eyes as sleep begins to beckon.

Eddie just holds him and runs nimble fingers through Steve's hair, bending to press a kiss to Steve's temple.

"Love you too, Stevie," Eddie whispers in his ear, voice perfectly, beautifully soft.

Written for the prompt "things you whispered in my ear" from this prompt request list I posted a couple of months ago! If you want to request another one of the prompts on the list, drop me an ask and I'll write it as soon as I can!

#steddie #steddie fluff #steve harrington #eddie munson #they're in love your honor #and i love that for them #prompt fill #send me a prompt request!#mcdynamite writes

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malarign · 9 months

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situationship

(when you’re not dating yet)

contains: bf!maknaeline x fem!reader | genre: fluff | tw! none i think! | wc: 0,5k

reblogs are highly appreciated!!!

author’s note: promise that after this i’m going to write the rest of reqs in my inbox 🫡 sorry for the wait anons!!

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Kim Sunoo | 김선우

shy

Everybody knew how sassy and confident Sunoo may be, but the moment you’re in the room with him, he becomes pretty shy and quiet. He enjoys admiring you talking passionately about your hobbies and can’t help a smile that tells everybody in the room how interested he is, including you.

To break the initial ice he calls you nearly every day for “school purposes” just to have an excuse to talk to you more. With time, your phone calls became more like a tea-spilling conversation, which you awaited impatiently every evening. It became your ritual, a tradition none of you wanted to break, even when things got pretty serious between you two.

After a while, he would become more and more confident, talking with you wasn’t a problem anymore, thanks to your regular phone calls. As a result, he established his new favorite spot to place his head which was your shoulder. During those energetic days, he would lay his head there to comfortably show you something on his phone, while during those harsh days, he would doze off almost immediately, the comfort of your touch making him extremely sleepy.

Yang Jungwon | 양정원

pretty shy

Jungwon is so shy but at the same time so good at hiding his nervousness around you, you didn’t even realize you’re actually in a situatinship with him. Everything about his feelings for you is so soft, so delicate, just like a feather. His interest in you is not loud, it’s rather like a whisper, but who would mind?

When I say he is shy, I mean too shy to even take your hand. He just can’t help the blush from making his nervousness obvious at even the slightest touch that involved you. Instead, to try to give you some clue, he intentionally brushes his hand on your while walking, just because if he really did hold it properly his heart would jump out of his chest (no lies, straight facts).

He’s very attentive to you and always takes his time for you. You could just mention you wanted to go on a late-night walk but you were too scared to go alone, he’s already putting his shoes on and getting ready to go to your place. Something about those walks specifically helped him calm down, all thanks to your comforting presence.

Nishimura Riki | 西村力　

both shy and confident

Just like Heeseung, when Riki likes somebody he makes sure the person he’s into knows about his feelings. He makes it very clear, not by his words but by his actions, that never were unintentional. Every smile, every laughter, every joke, everything he did was supposed to show you his heart is full of you.

His absolute favorite way though would be teasing you (you can’t prove me otherwise). Playful jokes and sarcastic comments were his default way to say: “hey! i like you!”. The problem appeared when you teased him back. He would be so taken aback by the way you could place a blush on his cheeks with total ease. His eyes would become bigger and his brain would start to malfunction, unable to stop thinking about it.

Riki sometimes still doesn’t realize how big his body grew, overestimating now only his size but also his strength. That would often result in you being pushed away whenever he playfully bumped into you. At first, he got worried, but soon after saw that as an opportunity to catch you.

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ruewrote · 2 months

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𝑖𝑚 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛. . . 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦.

PAIRING: jj maybank x gn!reader WARNINGS: 'unreciprocated' feelings GENRE: angst/fluff SONG INSPIRATION: back to you by selena gomez WORD COUNT: 757

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all you’ve ever wanted was to be loved, like the sort of love that you’d find in hallmark movies and romance novels.

maybe it was because it always seems to work out for the two best friends who realize that they’re in love with each other years down the line, doing the whole running to stop the train scene or booking the first flight to wherever the person was because they couldn’t help not being without them for another second.

yeah well this definitely isn't a movie this is real life. where you're in love with your playboy best friend. who has very clearly not shown any interest in you in the whole six years of your friendship, you should probably stop doting over him.

then again it is quite difficult to do that since you can't help being attracted to him since he's the literal guy version of you, not in looks but in personality you were practically the same person.

sarah and kiera always comforted you whenever you'd see him chasing another girl. even though john and pope never said anything, you could see their obvious side glances at you.

you just couldn't wrap your head around why he couldn't see what was right in front of him, quite literally!

pining over someone that wouldn't even look in your direction romantically doesn't really do wonders for your mental health. that’s how you ended up wrapped up in your covers with a large pizza with sweet home alabama playing in the background. the other pogues were at some party that you weren’t wanting to go to so you opted for the ‘self care’ night you were currently having.

your parents had conveniently gone out for a date night so you could sulk in peace.

ding dong!

“seriously? maybe if i stay quiet they'll just go away–” you think but were cut off by the constant ringing of the door bell.

groaning as you dragged yourself out of bed and downstairs, the doorbell still being rang in a songlike manner, looking through your peephole being met with a soaked jj.

You twisted the key and pulled the door open for him. “what are you doing here jay?”

“nice to see you too, now if..you… don't mind.” he squeezed past you into your home, his clothes still dripping, grabbing a towel for him so he couldn't soak the carpet more than he already had, trying to spare yourself the lecture from your parents later.

“i thought you were at that party?” you questioned him as you watched him drag the towel across his body briefly before ruffling his hair with it.

“oh yeah! there was a noise complaint, cops showed up and they shut it down blah blah blah.” he let the towel hang over his shoulders as he approached you.

“thought i'd come and see my favourite person instead!” he smiled at you, looking up into his eyes. it was always a dangerous game with jj, that intoxicating blue had the tightest hold on you. he didn’t know that all he'd have to do is look at you to get pretty much anything he wanted.

you’d keep that to yourself though.

“yeah, yeah. you're lucky i didn't leave you out in the cold.” you snorted, making your way back up to your room, him trailing close behind you.

“you know the drill, maybank.”

“I know, no outside clothes on the bed,” he whined, standing at the bottom of your bed playfully throwing his head back, impatiently waiting for you to come back with the spare clothes he left with you. It made sense to leave some since he stayed over so often.

with a salute he shut the bathroom door.

you totally forgot what you were worried about with the way that jj made you laugh as you both joked and stuffed your faces with cold pizza. as the night went on you did manage to finish your movie with protests coming from the sleepy blonde.

not knowing how it happened but the two of you ended up cuddling, him being the big spoon you laying on his splayed out arm, the other thrown over your stomach. hearing his evened out breaths from behind you knowing he was asleep as the credits rolled.

smiling to yourself knowing he would doze off before the movie finishes since he always does.

“it hurts me, just how much i ache for you.” you whisper out loud before drifting to sleep..

Not knowing that he was actually awake beside you.

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blueberry-pride · 1 year

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Love language hcs for savanaclaw please and thank you lol

Speak From The Heart

warnings: none!

Berry: YOU GUYS ARE GORGEOUS MWA, we managed to reach 800 followers and I just thanked you guys for 700 not too long ago TvT please enjoy this extra long one as this wraps up all the requests from this year <3 srsly thank you all for making 2022 awesome for me and this blog <3

Leona Kingscholar

How he shows it: Physical Touch and Quality Time

I'd say pretty early on in the relationship, things are still a bit rocky as one would guess with a guy like Leona. He's not one to talk or do all of the pretty things you'd find in most ordinary relationships. I'd like to describe Leona as a brick wall, sturdy and rough around the edges so his personality would not change simply because he's in a relationship with you.

you'd slowly start to learn that the small gestures of hand holding underneath the desk during lectures, patting your head when you've aced a test, or just sitting beside you while you're doing homework is his way of telling you you're important to this beastman. But the sweetest and most endearing show of affection is nuzzling close to your head or neck.

He's the type to drag you along when he's napping cuz he really does find your presence comforting. He enjoys the silent moments you two would share, it allows him to really sink in that there's someone rooting for him on the sidelines.

He's the type to be pretty hands-off, makes sure to not smother you, letting you do your own thing while he observes just in case something or someone would come in your way. I also see him as the kind of bf that would help you improve be it in academics or even in sports. Sort of like a tutor/coach cuz he really does want you to be the best version of yourself.

Slowly as this relationship goes on, I see Leona as the type to warm up to the idea of other ways of showing you that what you two have is special. Like dates off-campus, or an expensive ornate accessory or two. <3

What he needs: Words of Affirmation and Physical Touch

Being raised in a place where you're constantly compared does a lot of damage, and we can visibly see that with Leona. I'd imagine him spacing out, often recalling all of the complaints, comparisons, etc. and he's just quiet...so be the one to help break that train of thought of his.

He's a thinker, and with that comes the good and bad so having you, his S/O telling him small comments that he's enough, and that you're proud of him would catch him off-guard (in a good way) Though I do want to add that it's not your responsibility to fix him, it's still up to this lion to accept your compliments or not. With the way I see things tho, he'd be in denial but it does warm his heart.

Like I said earlier, he thinks a lot and sometimes genuine words aren't enough to get through his thick head. So hold his hand, or comb through his hair. pet his ears even! It soothes him. Taking naps throughout the day would often lead to muscle/body aches so a simple shoulder massage gets Leona's heart fluttering even just for a little bit.

We all know his unique magic is dangerous, to the point it almost killed Ruggie. I believe that he takes precautions with his hands (guess that's why he wears gloves) so a gesture that would really seal; Guide both of his hands toward your face so you're in between them and just...enjoy the feeling.

I believe another gesture would be sweet to him. Kiss his scar. He probably hates it and the guy doesn't even remember how he got it in the first place! He'd be a bit dumbfounded that you'd pick that area of his face but he'd like it (tho he won't admit it) Embrace his scars <3 (be it literal and/or figurative)

Ruggie Bucchi

How he shows it: Act of Service and Gift Giving

Ruggie's known for doing things all for the right price be it in the shape of favor or monetary. But for you, I see him doing small tasks for you in hopes that it would get your attention. I'm talking about carrying your books to class, and picking up your fave drink/snack while getting Leona's order.

Ruggie would be the type to save up some extra models on the side just so he can do a little splurging on you from time to time. He'd take note of your interests cuz he is genuinely curious and so he would try to buy stuff related to them <3 Oh! another thing I see him doing is helping you buy stuff at good deals, making sure your model and his are well spent which is always a plus cuz you get to see his serious expression as he bargains. a cute sight really~

He'd probably ask Leona for some extra tips on homework just so he can impress you while you guys are doing homework together. Cash in a few favors to give you a heads-up on upcoming "surprise" tests from Professor Trein. But another way I could see this is he'll lean towards you for help instead of Leona. sometimes teasing or messing with you while doing so just to see you puff your cheeks from his antics.

His grandma raised him right and I'm pretty sure she'd be the type to tell Ruggie "the quickest way to a person's heart is through their stomach" so you can imagine probably in the early hours in Savanaclaw, Ruggie fumbling in the kitchen as he tries to cook tomorrow's lunch. He'd insist on you taking it, "It helps save your money~" he'd say. He doesn't have much time with all the small jobs he's doing around campus so getting to spend time with you in these short moments eases him from all that stress.

When you're upset about something, he's the type to have a box of tissues on hand while he sits there as you let him cry it out. He'd even let you pet his ears if it calms you down during these rough times. To me, Ruggie won't give out advice unless you asked him for one but he knows you're capable enough to solve it while he's there to lend an ear...with snacks <3

What he needs: Gift Giving and Quality Time

Ruggie would really appreciate it if you give something in return. He genuinely doesn't mind if you spend a thousand madol (he'd probably tear up if you tell him the price) or give him something handmade. He's the type to appreciate the thought behind them especially if it's coming from his s/o.

He'd put your gifts on a shelf or his bedside table just so he could see them before he goes to bed and as soon as he woke up. If you love to cook and give him his meal, he'd stood there dumbfounded. He'd eat every part of it even if you add a little too much of something. He does appreciate the gesture and would ask you if you could cook him some more.

Speaking of food, I see you guys cooking together, be it teaching you how to make certain meals or just craving something in your or his dorm's kitchen. He'd shoo away any prying eyes or wandering beastmen just so it's just the two of you. casually flicking flour in your direction or stealing a utensil and only giving it back if you kiss him ~

Even when he's busy doing work or odd tasks from Leona, he'd appreciate you being there just to chat or even help out. What you can also do is ask him to personally show you how to do certain tasks to get all close and personal with him. He might know what you're up to but he ain't complaining~

Ruggie's always on the move, working his tail off and making sure he's stable enough once he graduates from NRC so have some quiet time with him. he might be twitching to get going but a couple of strokes in his ear would ease the tension on his shoulders. Let this hyena relax once in a while TvT and oftentimes this happens, you'd find a cute hyena beastman sleeping soundly on your lap.

Jack Howl

How he shows it: Words of Affirmation and Acts of Service

He may be a bit stand-offish and distant at the start of the relationship but he does mean well. You'd notice pretty early on that he's a bit awkward when he's around you but there are certain ways that he treats you differently from his friends. Take sports for example.

He'd be the type to personally help you if it's something PE or sports related. Make sure you're in top form and all that <3 A cute moment I see with this is that he'll get so wrapped up in helping you work out that it would take a while before he notices the proximity between you two. You'd know once you hear him slow down his speech and that he'd avert his gaze from yours.

Jack would be the type to be there at your side as you two walk to class in case anyone would want to mess with you. He'd nonchalantly carry your entire backpack and even more which is his earnest and cute way to show off his strength to you. Another way he shows affection is by also helping you in academics. You two would be shushed by Professor Trein pretty often when you guys study in the library. I see Jack as someone who'd hype someone up if they get a question right after so many tries.

At times when you're upset, he'd hold you close as he tries his best to say the right words but would be quiet throughout most of it. It does depend if what made you upset would determine his next course of action. sometimes it would upset you when Jack just gives you straight-up advice when what you want was comfort. You'd just have to talk to him about what you want from him and he'd understand. But if what troubles you is a 'who'… honestly good luck to that guy.

He's not much of a talker but what gets him passionate is at times when you need some words of encouragement when you're feeling insecure about something. Jack is the kind to be straight to the point and won't sugarcoat but would acknowledge your strong feats for whatever you're dealing with at the time.

What he needs: Quality Time and Gift Giving

The kind of guy that would appreciate actions rather than words from their s/o. Jack would describe himself as a lone wolf (no pun intended) so seeing you genuinely want to hang out with him, makes him feel something inside <3 Get him talking about his interests like gardening where you'll get his eyes light up which is always a highlight of your day~

A way to spend time with him is through his morning jogs. it's a way to get some alone time between the two of you and you guys to be active together. Sure the sacrifice would be to wake up early than expected but seeing his face light up whenever you join him for a run is worth it! It also allows you two to talk while around campus. We all know Jack is a pretty private individual so having a genuine conversation with you as you two work out early in the day, not only strengthens your bond as a couple but also increases his appreciation for you <3

Surprise him with small genuine gifts! it could be seed packets that you guys could plant together, new sporting gloves, or even a beverage after his club activities. He wouldn't know what to say at first cuz he's trying to reboot himself internally from your sweet gesture. Sometimes he's confused about how you affect him with whatever gesture you do but he lets you do it anyway because it leads you to have this glint in your eye.

Give him a challenge. Be a little competitive with him cuz it not only excites him but fuels him to do activities with you. challenge him on who can finish all their homework for the day or race him to the cafeteria and the loser has to buy lunch. He enjoys the playfulness, which keeps him on his toes and helps to study for him fun cuz he gets to do it with you.

Like in most cases with Savanaclaw, Jack is oftentimes pretty stubborn and would like to be left alone. Besides all of the bonding moments and receiving gifts, what he'd appreciate is if his s/o would cut it straight with him or in other words, call him out. He can take your words so long as it doesn't cross any boundaries of his but otherwise, he'll understand where you're coming from. He's gonna make mistakes but so long as you, his s/o, are gonna talk it out with him, his will heart skip a beat every time. All the more reason to be with you more.

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princessasmosprincess · 10 months

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I saw your writing requests were open!! If you’re up for it, do you think you could do a continuation of the fall asleep headcanon you did for the brothers but write one for the dateables? The one where they react to mc falling asleep on them and then when they fall asleep on mc? :)

Thank you so much for your request ♡. Here's a link to the brothers' version.

Falling Asleep (Dateables ver.)

GN!MC x Dateables (separately)

Warnings: Accidental contact with sleep inducing substance, this is a fluffy piece so it shouldn't be that upsetting but I figured I'd tag it just in case.

Diavolo: He never gets to spend as much time with you as he'd like, so the moment he has some free time in his schedule he invites you over to the castle for tea. The two of you share a padded bench on the balcony outside his bedroom overlooking the whole Devildom. He's so surprised when you fall asleep on his shoulder, forgetting that humans don't have as much stamina as demons, and you've had almost as busy of a day as he had. His heart is so full as he watches you sleep; he's so happy that a human would allow themself to be vulnerable and fall asleep in his presence (most demons in his kingdom wouldn't feel comfortable doing something like that,) especially since that human is you.

The demon prince has been running himself ragged between his duties at RAD and drawn-out meetings with the House of Lords. He was so excited when you accepted his invitation for tea at the castle, it was the one thing helping him get through the day. He just didn't expect to fall asleep on your shoulder a few minutes after sitting down at the tea table. He wakes as the clock tower strikes the hour, a faint blush dusting his cheeks before he gives an embarrassed but booming laugh. Your presence is soothing to him.

Barbatos: He's always so busy so recently you've begun visiting the Demon Lord's castle on nights Lucifer has scheduled meetings with Diavolo so you can spend time with the butler. Tonight's "date" is in the tea room for its bi-weekly dusting, you folding napkins at the tea table while Barbatos works. The silence is comforting and companionable, punctuated by the crackling fireplace and the rhythmic sweeps of Barbatos' duster. All of that, combined with your repetitive task, you find your eyelids growing heavy; and when Barbatos turns around to tell you he's finished, he finds you asleep. A fond smile on his face, he clears the table. You wake to the scent of your favorite blend of tea brewing as Barbatos watches you rest.

It's so rare for the prim and proper butler to fall asleep on the job but he's just so tired. He worked late into the night so he could have a few hours of leasure with you (he could have asked Diavolo for some time off but he is ever diligent and prideful of his work). He's fallen asleep against his folded arms on the table, right after he set the tea to brew. You let him sleep, thankfully he taught you how to brew this particular blend of tea. He wakes with a start just as you're removing the infuser basket, blush rising on his cheeks as he utters an apology. You slide a cup of tea in front of him with a smile. It's really ok that he fell asleep, he needed it.

Simeon: On the occasion that Luke is spending the evening baking with Barbatos at the castle and Solomon is out doing who knows what, Simeon takes the opportunity to invite you to Purgatory Hall to keep him company. He finds it easier to write when you're around, something about you sparks inspiration within him. He lets you get a first look at what he's written, whether that's poetry, a short story, or part of the next installment of TSL (don't tell Levi, he'd be so jealous). He's about to hand you a finished page when he sees that you're slumped against the arm of the couch, snoring lightly. With a quiet little laugh, he covers you with a throw blanket. He loves the sound of your gentle breathing as he continues to write, it's the perfect background music.

Simeon looks up from his page as he tries to visualize a difficult scene he wants to write. You turn to comment on the page you're currently reading when his head hits your shoulder, having been lulled to sleep by the rustling of pages as you sat beside him. You let him rest and continue reading, your comment can wait. He wakes up several minutes later, smiling. In his dream, the two of you were the main characters of his story, and his unconscious mind was able to put the scene together in a satisfying way that works perfectly for what he's trying to write. He picks up his pen immediately to jot it down before the memory fades away. If you ask him about it, he'll give a playful smile and tell you'll just have to wait until the next volume of TSL comes out. It's a secret... for now.

Solomon: You're in his room, helping him extract nectar from Night-Blooming Poppies to use in a potion when you accidentally rub your eyes. Suddenly you begin to feel drowsy, a known side effect from the flowers and you begin to panic, reaching for Solomon. He'll calmly reassure you that the flower is potent but harmless and that he'll be right here when you wake up. He holds you tightly as you drift off to sleep, whispering soothing spells in your ear, it's the least he can do to comfort you. Besides, you feel so perfect in his arms.

He's working quickly to extract the nectar from the flowers and enjoying his time with you when pollen from a particularly stubborn bloom sprays into his eyes. He tries to shrug it off but soon his speech is slurring as sleep begins to overtake him. Concerned, you try to keep him upright, asking him what you should do. He tells you the effects will only last a little wh... And he's out. You do your best to slide his unconscious body to the floor, letting him use your lap as a pillow as you wait for the pollen to wear off. He can't help the way his heart beats faster when the first thing he sees upon waking is the face of his adorable apprentice.

#this ended up better than the brothers' version imo #sometimes writing at 3 am is worse #obey me #omswd #obey me shall we date #diavolo obey me #barbatos obey me #simeon obey me #solomon obey me #obey me fluff #obey me x gn reader #obey me x gn mc

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judeswhore · 2 years

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written in these pages; steve harrington

summary: after figuring out the reasoning behind your favourite book, steve takes the time to annotate his own copy

pairing: steve harrington x reader

requested: yes

warnings: none

notes: you can find my masterlist here

steve harrington wasn't much of a reader. he could never concentrate long enough to focus on the printed words, couldn't settle his mind enough to really take in what was happening and to be honest, he didn't really care for stories. in school he always got brief summaries of books from his classmates, blagged his way through tests without ever actually picking up a novel. he'd never really understood the love other people had for it, never really wanted to understand. until he met you.

in the weeks leading up to him asking you on your very first date, every time he'd seen you it had been with a book in hand, barely paying attention to what was going on around you, completely in your own world. maybe it was kinda weird and robin had called him out on it a few times but he liked watching you read. not in a creepy obsessive way, just, he liked seeing you get lost in the words, found a strange sort of comfort in the way you became so absorbed. sometimes, when you both happened to be at the coffee shop at the same time, he'd find a seat where he could see you, would often let his coffee go cold because he was too busy trying to understand what was happening in the book depending on your expression.

sometimes your brow would crease, a soft worried line appearing in your skin, one he so badly wanted to smooth out with his finger. or your lips would quirk into a barely there smile, one so small that others would probably miss it but steve already had you mapped out, could read you just as easily as you could read your book. he liked those smiles, the ones you tried to hide, but when you really smiled that's when he lost his head because sometimes you'd grin so brightly his breath would get lodged in his throat.

he'd lost count of how many books you'd read in the time it took him to find courage to ask you out, but he had realised over the course of those few weeks, you often went back to the same book; little women. at first he thought it was just taking you longer to read, that maybe you were getting bored and swapping between books but no. it was your favourite book and steve later found out that it was a large comfort to you just to have it with you.

you’d explained one night, the two of you curled up beneath his sheets, words quiet as though it was a secret, that sometimes your anxiety got the best of you, made you struggle and panic over the smallest of things. you carried your old and slightly tattered version of little women with you everywhere, kept it tucked away so that in those moments, when the world got too loud you could thumb through the pages, read and reread your favourite lines until your breathing evened out and things didn’t seem so crushing. steve had felt something twist inside of him, realised that having your head in a book all those times he’d seen you was more than just enjoyment, it was something to ground you, to ease your anxiety.

it was also in that moment that steve harrington decided he was going to read his first book.

but he didn’t just read it. he stole a pack of pens from erica one night, some sticky notes too, and spent the next week or so carefully annotating the copy of little women he’d drove two towns over to buy. it was a special edition copy, different to the one you had, fresh paged and marked only by steve. he added his own thoughts to the margins, wrote a few cheesy jokes that popped to mind, circled and underlined words and phrases that made him think of you. he even wrote an inscription on the first page, signed it with a well meant “i love you” and a somewhat terrible heart. he’d took his time with the book, wanting to understand why it meant so much to you and he wanted to show through his words and attention how much you meant to him.

to say he was nervous to give it to you would be an understatement, once he’d finished reading he’d left it hidden in his sock drawer for two weeks, carefully wrapped in brown paper, a piece of string tied delicately across the middle. he worried you wouldn’t like it, worried that maybe you didn’t want to hear his thoughts on the book, that his added commentary wouldn’t be helpful during your most anxious moments and you’d never even bother to look through it. but this was you, who sat attentive at his side during movie night, almost begging to hear what he thought, who asked for his opinion on everything, no matter how small because even if steve didn’t know it, everything he had to say was important to you. and so one night as he picked you up from work he finally gave it to you.

“there’s uh, there’s a present in the glove box for you.” his words were soft, whispered nervously into the quiet car, his fingers tightening a little on the steering wheel, gaze focused straight ahead. you raised your eye brows at him, shifted in the passenger seat before tugging the compartment open, confusion clouding your features as you pulled the brown package out, set it gently in your lap.

“what is it?”

“open it and see.” he swallowed, ran a hand through his hair and glanced at you, smile small but encouraging. he felt nauseous with nerves, worried again that you wouldn’t like it because he’d never done anything like this for anyone else, had never even thought of gifting someone something so personal and thought out, a gift that came from his heart and not his wallet. he was thankful to be driving, he was worried if the car was parked he’d have to get out, would try to walk away.

you opened it quietly, fingers tugging carefully at the string and then tearing the paper, revealing the corner of the book you knew so well. you frowned, tugged more of the paper off until the novel was on full display and you could trace your finger tips over the title on the front. you turned to look at him.

“little women?”

“yeah, i- uh- maybe you should open it?” steve coughed lightly and nodded his head towards the book, watched out of the corner of his eye as you turned to the first page, the one he’d wrote the message reminding you how amazing you were, how you could face anything you wanted to. you gazed at it, mouth open, thumb brushing over the ink and your silence worried him, the way your body had fallen still making nerves lick at the furthest corners of his mind. he stumbled over his words. “i read it because you told me how much it meant to you and how much it helped and i wanted to be able to talk to you about it but then i also thought that maybe i could annotate it y’know? you said it helps with your anxiety, reading it or just going through it and i don’t know maybe i was being ridiculous but i thought maybe i could help too. i thought some of the stuff i wrote might be able to help when you get in that headspace, might be able to calm you down or bring you some sort of comfort.”

steve was blushing, face a soft pink, ears hot to the touch and his stomach was in knots, fingers drumming against the wheel. he glanced at you again and some sort of relief washed over him, settled the unsteady beat of his heart because you were smiling. that full blown smile that he adored, that made his thoughts scatter and his chest tighten.

“you really sat and annotated this? for me?” he nodded as you thumbed through the pages, smile growing bigger with each passing second, eyes tracing over each note he’d left behind, each remark about how he’d thought about you during certain moments. “steve.” it was breathless and you sounded a little choked up, eyes glassy when you looked at him.

“i just wanna help, y’know? even if you keep using your old one and just have that one at home, i don’t mind, i just wanted to do something for you. to help if things got a little too much and you needed a distraction.” you startled him when you moved across the car, pressed your lips to his cheek, his temple, the corner of his mouth, your hand cupping his jaw.

“do you have any idea how in love with you i am?” he blushed even more, couldn’t hold back his smile as you kissed his jaw. “i can’t believe you took the time to do this. i know reading isn’t your thing and i know lots of people wouldn’t wanna sit through reading little women and you have no idea how happy i am knowing that you did. knowing that you took the time to write everything you did.” you nuzzled into the side of his head, both of you grinning like idiots and steve shrugged a little, felt his body relax now he knew what he’d done was something you appreciated.

“i love you.” that was his answer, his reasoning, his why. steve had read and annotated because he loved you, because he wanted to give you something that was well thought out and personal, a show of how much you meant to him, something that, if need be, could distract you from your anxiety and the incessant crush of the world.

steve harrington wasn’t much of a reader. until he met you.

#stranger things #stranger things smut #stranger things blurb #stranger things fic #stranger things one shot #joe keery #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fic

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dirtybitfic · 5 months

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Dinner party😼(Chris sturniolo x y/n)

Smut … (matt comes into play at the end)

Y/n pov

Me and Chris have been for about 5 months now. We were the life of the ducking party . To be honest I was like the girl version of him just a little more tame.

It drove Nick and Matt crazy when we had our giggle spells and crazy outbursts but we never fail to keep them entertained. After about a month of dating I became really close with Nick and Matt and now they were also my built in best friends when you get one you get them all and I loved every minute of having them around.

Tonight is the night of the dinner party we planned a week ago with us and a couple of our friends coming over .

I decided to go with a sexy but comfortable outfit because we all know having 10 or so influencers in a house there’s no way pictures and videos won’t be taken throughout the night.

I decided to wear a black set that Nick helped me pick out and decided to just throw on some baby blue Jordan’s that you hadn’t worn in a while that Matt had gotten you for a bday gift.

Chris walked into the room in an all black outfit accidentally matching you without knowing it.

With his orange and white Jordan’s on .

He walked up to me “damn ma you look good in that outfit” he said with a smirk.

“Thank you “ I smiled at him blushing . He just stood in front of me with one hand the side of my neck and the other resting at the top of my ass. “What” I asked him with a giggle .

His hand slide over to grab my throat causing my breathe to hitch and my eyes to flutter closed. “I’ve been thinking about trying something but I don’t know if you would be into it” he said.

I just looked up at him with a small smirk and a raised eyebrow “we’ll ask me what’s the worst that could happen” I said looking to his eyes trying to find a give away of what he might be thinking.

“We’ll I got a little something to use on you a couple days ago … but I think it would be hotter if I risked having it in your during the party” he said . I just looked at him before answering “ If it’s a butt plug ABSOLUTELY not” you said seriously looking at him.

He just laughed and squeezing your neck harder “oh no ma it’s for your Pussy” you sighed with relief cause butt stuff is just not something you ever wanna try.

You smiled a little “ okay well show it to me and then I’ll give you an answer” you said . He slowly pulled his hand away from you Ass to pull it out of his pocket . You looked down at his hand and your breathe hitched a little bit . You knew exactly what it was cause you guys had a conversation about this type of vibrator before you just never though he was actually being serious about it.

“What do you say ma … will you let me put it in you … let me watch you struggle to keep it together in front of our guests”

He stepped even closer dangling it in your face slightly taunting you with a devious smirk across his gorgeous face.

“Mmmmm… idk Chris it seems a bit to risky … how do you even control this one?” You asked him slightly nervous about it all.

“Connects to my phone ma no one will know … and it’s very quiet even at the highest setting so no one will hear it” he says staring deep into your eyes waiting for the answer he wants to hear so badly.

“ mmmm idk chrissss?” You say judging teasing him a little bit making him have to beg a little for you to say yes .

“ pleaseee y/n , I promise I’ll make it worth your while” he wines at you .

“ okay fine but it gets to much you have to stop it immediately I will not be cumin infront of everyone even if they know it or not” you said.

He smiles happily before grabbing you and throwing you onto the bed causing you to bounce a little from the impact and giggle.

He moved over you and pulls up your skirt and removed your underwear.

He puts the vibrator on your lips . You open your mouth knowing what he wants. You suck it into your mouth .

“Good girl get it nice and wet for daddy” he says in a low husky tone that makes you moan and squeeze your thighs together.

Your mouth pops of of it and he pulls it out and brings it down to your pussy . As you watch and your prop yourself up on your elbows .

“So wet for me already ma … you little slut” he says and he runs a ringers over your slick opening.

You moan from the touch . He plants a soft kiss on your clit causing you to buck your hips . He spits down on your pussy getting it a little more wet which turns you on even more and then rubs a couple circles in your clit before pushing the vibrator into you .

“ aww look at that … your greedy little Pussy sucking in so easily” he says causing you to whine out a little from the weird feeling of it in you . He turns on his phone and goes to the app that connects to it . He clicks the little button that is connected to the part that’s in you to turn it on.

He turns it to the lowest setting and starts moving his finger around on the screen creating a different pulse pattern inside you .

You moan out and drop your head back on the bed. “Yeah? Does that feel good slut” he asks.

“ yes … fuck daddy mmm it feels so good” you moan back to him.

Causing him to stop the vibrations you wind from the loss of the feeling . “ Good girl now come on the guest are arriving” he says as he pulls you up by your hands.

You put your underwear back on and fix your skirt then take him hand as he walks out the door . He lets you walk in-front of him going up the stairs from his room . Suddenly you feel vibrations again causing your knees to buckle as you grab the railing to stabilize yourself after about 10 seconds he shuts it back off.

“God I just love seeing you struggle ma” you look back at him glaring a little bit . He smacks your ass telling you to keep walking up the stairs. One you get into the kitchen you see everyone sitting at the table talking. You quickly go to sit next to Matt and join the conversation as Chris follows you to sit next to you .

Matt looks over at you “ hey y/n” he says and smiles at you giving you a side hug . “Hey “ you say back slightly out of breathe from the events seconds before .

“You good you look a little flustered “ he asks . Oh yeah yeah I’m good just tan up the stairs you say with a giggle he laughs and goes back to talking to Larry .

Nick comes over with the food and serves everyone a plate full . They made fettuccine that you had helped them make it earlier.

As everyone started eating and having conversations. You felt it start up again this time on a higher level . You let out a small moan accidentally. You thought you were in the clear when no one turned to look at you . But then Matt spoke

“Y/n you good “ he asked obviously because he heard you moan .

Yeah I’m good the pasta is just … so goood” you said as your breathe hitched . You tried to keep your composure as he started into your eyes .

“Mmm’k he said then turned back to his food you felt Chris’s hand on your thigh causing you to look over at him . Your eyes silently pleading for him to stop it . He just smiled st you as he turned it up every higher . You immediately but your hand and hung your head down to contain the screams that wanted so badly to escape. You heard him chuckle as he turned it off knowing you were way to close to cumming.

You brought your head back up only to meet eyes with Nick from across the table . He looked at you smirking and shaking him head . Oh god did he know what was happening rn did Chris tell him . You started to freak out a little bit .

Chris just squeezed your thigh snapping you out of your thoughts .

“God this pasts is so good ! Did you guys make this?” Maddi asked from next to Nick.

Chris turned it back on a low setting causing your legs to snap shut . He knew Nick would say it was mostly you who made it and that meant you would have to speak while it was on.

“Oh I mean yeah but it was mostly y/n! She’s a great cook . That’s why I keep her around “ Nick smiled causing you to roll your eyes at him .

“Wow y/n , your a really good cook” maddi says giving you a warm smile.

“Oh thank y…you “ you said hoping she didn’t catch your stutter. But of course Matt did .

“What’s with the stutter y/n … something wrong “ he said almost taunting me. Oh he definitely fucking knows . Fuck chris for that mf Asshole .

“ oh no I’m great Matt … chris turned it up causing you to gasp “ and make a face looking at Matt.

Ahh shit that’s ducking awkward I just made a sexual face at my boyfriends triplet . How fucking lovely is that.

Matt chuckled and just smirks at you .

Ohhhh so he thinks this is fucking funny huh. You thought as your felt yourself getting way to close to orgasming . You snapped your head back to Chris . You went to close to his ear .

“P-please chris turn it off now . I swear to fucking god “ he turns to look at you just smirking . Oh nah he is not doing this too me right now.

He leaned in hand inching up your thigh . “You see I would but you used the wrong name and forgot to say please ma … this is your punishment “ “no daddy please I’m sorry . Please turn it off . “

“ mmm no” he said at he looked over at Matt starting a conversation about a video they were gonna film later . But what was weird is that he handed his phone to Matt.

Oh no … Fuck no .

“You might want to run down to the bathroom y/n “ Matt whispers to you .

“ Matt .. wha-what wh…?” And soon as you asked him the vibrations started going crazy they were fucking with you . You quickly stood up from your chair and started to book it to the stairs down to Chris’s room. Once you reached them you started running down them . Your orgasm was coming and you knew there was no way you would stay quite in-front of everyone.

Once you got into Chris’s room you collapsed on the floor after shutting the door your legs shaking uncontrollably as your orgasm ripped through you. You moaned out loudly and slapped your hands over your mouth hoping no one heard you.

Chris’s pov-

I told her that she was gonna sit there and be quiet but she failed . I had told Matt earlier about what I had planned he thought it was funny asf.

I told him that I was gonna give him the phone at one point and I wanted him to go crazy with the buttons on full blast so she had no choice but to get up and frantically run to my room before she couldn’t contain he noises from her orgasm.

“Is she okay “ Nick asked me and Matt . “Oh yeah she said she didn’t feel good and got up and ran” Matt said . “We’re gonna go check on her real quick “ I said to Nick before we both got up and started to walk down the stairs . Matt’s finger was still swiveling across the screen making the vibrations go crazy.

Once we reached my door I opened it seeing y/n knelt on the floor legs shaking crying out .

I closed the door being me and Matt and knelt down behind her . Pulling her head up by her hair making her look up at me and she saw knelt in-front of me .

“Aww look at you so pathetic “ Matt said as he looked at her . Tears dreaming down her face mascara running down he checks and onto he thighs . “Come on ma you just couldn’t follow my simple instructions. I told you to sit there and stay quite while I watched you struggle” I said into her ear deep and husky .

“ AHHH FUCK DADDY TURN IT OFF PLEASE … i I ca-cant take it anymore “ she scream / moans out at me .

“Oh I don’t have the phone ma … your gonna have to beg Matt to turn it off “

“P-MMMM p-le…”

“Aww what’s the matter slut … come on ask me .. you can do it “Matt said ass be bent down right in her face .

“Ahhhh fuckkkk … Matt.. ple…. AHHH I…” she whines out still not being able to finish her sentence.

Matt slaps her across the face causing her to moan .

“How pathetic she can’t even finish her sentence chris” Matt says at me.

I pull he hair harder making her whine . And grab at my hand to loosen up .

“How fucking sad . All you had to do was ask and this would all be over but you couldn’t even do that could you slut” I said

“NO - NO PLEASE … OFF TURN IT OFF” she scream moaned at Matt.

He looked at me I shook my head no at him.

“You had your chance ma and you couldn’t . Now get up “ I said deeply and demanding.

She just shook her head no at me .

She had no idea what me and Matt planned for her earlier and boy is she fucking in for it…..

Part 2 coming soon…. 🤠

#smut #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #silly #Eiffel tower?#Spotify

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seiberries · 11 months

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Good day, dear!~ I'm an anon who asked you about crush headcanons and OMG, this sooo good! Especially I like Hiori, Chigiri and Nagi's ones! I enjoyed it a lot and you seem like a such a cute and adorable person! I love and adore your blog a lot!

Sooo, if you don't mind, can I ask you for Chigiri, Reo and Hiori headcanons as boyfriends?

LOVE YOU A LOT! Have a nice day~

good dayy, ahh im so happy that you liked how they turned out <33 and i appreciate the feedback, youre too sweet 💕 i love you lots too!! enjoy your dayy :>

blue lock boys : boyfriend hcs

includes: chigiri hyoma, hiori yo, mikage reo warnings: hiori’s backstory!

chigiri hyoma

being with chigiri is like dating a best friend- it’s supportive, honest, and filled with back-and-forths.

while he does find grandiose romantic gestures embarrassing, he always finds ways to bare his heart to you.

it’s all about the little things with him.

he notices your habits, when you’re happy, sad or, even agitated. he knows your way of thinking, and reads you like a book. he memorizes what you love; your orders in restaurants are engraved into his mind, as are the lyrics to your favorite songs.

the boy does all this to make-up for how awkward he is with words, knowing he isn’t the most gentle person. by nature, he’s the blunt type.

but, he will tone himself down as much as he can, for your sake. (not during your petty “for fun” arguments though, he has to win those; it’s cute when you’re annoyed.)

on bad days, though he cannot recite an essay of comforting words- chigiri will not leave your side under any circumstance.

speaking of him never leaving your side, he invites you to every single one of his games- always in the vip area, placed where you can see him best.

the rush he feels while running, knowing that you’re watching and cheering him on, can’t be beat. you are his boost, his energy.

won’t admit it, but he secretly waits for your praise after every match. it fuels his ego a lot, so choose your words wisely!! too many compliments result to a very red hyoma.

you, and only you, gets to touch his hair. if the hands running through his well-cared for locks aren’t yours, he doesn’t want them.

you styled his hair like rapunzel’s at one point, flowers and all. it’s your phone’s home screen.

chigiri as a boyfriend is a chigiri that matches his speed and heart with yours, regardless of how fast he is on the field.

hiori yo

dating hiori means having another half who’s always beside you somehow.

his love language is quality time, the sit in quiet type. a quiet with you, of course.

playing games together or engaging in separate activities, the company you share with him is enough either way.

he thinks of warmth to be any moment spent between you two, and he adores it. wise as ever, he knows that time is scarce, and is focused on what someone deems as important.

it half-shocks him when he realizes that he is important to you.

he just isn’t used to selfless love.

growing up in a place where love was earned by excellence, your boyfriend first learns the genuine version of it day by day, by your side.

bonding is crucial to him, in spite of his usual preference for being alone.

you play his video games with him, and he gets into anything you like. franchises, series, anything- if you enjoy it, he’s sure he will too.

he frequently buys matching merchandise and accessories; you match keychains, mugs, and controllers. it’s quite domestic.

forehead kiss enjoyer, for sure.

poor boy is touch starved. compared to other people in your life, hugs with him last longer.

he has a certain kind of smile reserved for you. he isn’t aware of it, but it’s the most gentle and soothing sight. it could soften anyone.

as a boyfriend, hiori’s favorite part in dating is being with you. (so, basically everything.)

mikage reo

a relationship with reo is romantic and grand, he spoils the heart.

the giver, he gives and gives; receiving presents from him happens on almost a daily basis. on days when it isn’t a tangible good, it’s a wonderfully prepared date.

he loves completely, you’ll never feel unwanted with him. the mikage is very open about how he feels, communication is hardly an issue.

while you do appreciate everything, he’s well aware that you’d have him- rags, or riches. (it doesn’t stop him from swiping his black card though, never has, never will.)

yes, he will carry your bags. yes, he’ll personally go to the grocery store to buy your cravings. he’s a boyfriend who loves doing things for you.

however- there is a small, very tiny part deep inside him that acts this way in fear of losing you. please don’t leave him.

it doesn’t go away until you confront him, you work on getting rid of the thought together.

he becomes more secure as time goes on, no worries; the knowledge that you stayed for so long comforts him.

it’s a constant battle to one up him in terms of surprises and displays of affection though, it’s practically impossible. (he prides himself on this.)

there are moments every once in awhile where his clinginess reaches its peak. he’s like a puppy then, attached to your side, seeking attention. (he’s adorable this way; the heir gets pouty when he doesn’t get what he wants.)

it’s not like you ever say no, how could you?

has a particular fondness for back hugs, on both your ends.

he really does shower you with love. (return it tenfold, okay?)

your boyfriend, reo, always makes sure with utmost certainty that you’re aware of how much you mean to him.

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pullhisteeth · 1 year

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i just found this blog and i already love it, can i get a comfort fic with eddie comforting reader after getting broken up? im not sure if this is too vague of an ask, but thank you<33

hi, thank u so much! I hope this is what you had in mind ♡ you come to Eddie after a breakup and he tries to contain his own feelings. [2.1k] contains hurt/comfort, breakup, bad end of relationship, friends to lovers (kind of), fluff

When Wayne shakes Eddie awake, it's half one in the morning. He knows this because the only light in his room is coming from the digital clock by his bed; big red numbers blaring 01:34.

"Eddie, son, you need'ta get outta bed," Wayne tells him, voice low. There's something else there, too; Eddie's not sure if he's still too far away from awake to really hear him properly, but he sounds worried.

"Wha- You alright?" he says, rubbing his eyes with his fist and sitting up on his elbow.

"Off to work, but she's outside," Wayne says, and Eddie knows what he means. He knows you're out there, knows the state you must be in. You're the only person besides himself who could make Wayne so concerned.

Without another word, Eddie tears off his comforter and makes his way through his room, shoving past his uncle, to the front door. When he swings it open he finds you, sat slumped on the step, and though your back's to him he knows you're crying.

Wayne pats him on the shoulder, giving him a sympathetic look as he leaves. Before he goes, he turns at the bottom of the stairs and crouches in front of you. Holding your shoulder gently, he whispers something Eddie can't hear, and gives you a light kiss on the crown of your head.

As he drives off, Eddie sinks down next to you, squatting so he can lean over and smooth your hair down.

"You gonna come inside?" he says softly, trying with all his might to keep his voice level, for your sake. His fingers toy with strands of your hair, and he notes that it's cold. You've been outside for a while.

You sniff and rub your hand across your face, before rising awkwardly to stand. You turn and follow him in, eyes trained down on your feet, taking his hand as it reaches for yours.

Eddie closes the door behind you and goes to the kitchen. While he fills up a cup with water, you toe off your sneakers and sit stiffly on the couch. The Munson trailer is like your own home, and has been for many years, but you feel like an alien in your own body, some contorted version of yourself possessing it.

Placing the cup on the table, Eddie takes a seat beside you, keeping his distance but angled towards you. He can't get you to look at him.

"How long were you out there?" he asks, unsure where to start but hoping this might ease you in.

You sniff again and wipe your cheek with the back of your hand. As you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, you say, "only an hour."

Your voice is wet and thick, like swimming through treacle. It prises open a crack in Eddie's heart, the one that appeared when you came bounding into his bedroom to tell him Adam Jenkins had asked you out. It got bigger and bigger each time you told him about the dates you went on, grinning wide and gushing about this boy Eddie could not believe you'd settle for. It nearly split his heart in two the first time you came running to him with tears all down your pretty blouse, the first time he'd stood you up.

The good dates dwindled after that, and the bad ones became normal. In fact, the dates ceased altogether a few months ago, and instead you became quiet; insular. You stopped calling Eddie, and your visits to his home were few and far between.

Eddie had chewed Wayne's ear off more times than he could count over those months. But, much to Wayne's frustration, he left you to it.

"Why didn’t you just come in?" he asks you sadly, trying not to think about you outside in the cold crying over a stupid boy.

"I…" you start, but it won't come out. So he reaches for you, taking your hand slowly. When you don't protest he scoots over so your thigh touches his, and he locks his fingers with yours.

His thumb rubbing circles in the back of your hand seems to slow your breathing. He makes a note of it.

"I haven't been round for so long, I just… felt bad," you sigh, and if you crying on his front step hadn't finally broken his heart, the way your words come out all blue might just do it.

"You're allowed here whenever you want, sweets," he says, voice hitching when you hiccup another sob. Instinctively his hand leaves yours and winds around your shoulder, pulling you in, smoothing up and down your arm. You fit in like his other half, head resting on his shoulder as he lets you cry. It's thicker sobs than before, heaved between more hiccups and tormented sighs, and though it's so difficult to listen to he forces himself to, keeping the rhythm going up and down your arm.

"I'm sorry," you breathe out as the crying calms.

"Don't say that," he replies, his own cheek resting on the top of your head. "Don't gotta be sorry for anythin'."

"Yes I do."

"No, you really don't."

"I've ignored you for weeks, Eds, and now I'm crying all over your pyjamas."

"You could throw my pyjamas in the lake and I'd still love you," he says without thinking. If you notice his slip up you don't let on, though he thinks it must be because you've been saying it to each other since you met, two scruffy kids in middle school. You just don't realise what it means for him now, all these years later.

In fact, he gets a laugh out of you. It's a watery giggle, bubbling quietly up your throat, but it's still there and it makes him bite his lip to hold down a triumphant grin.

"I didn't know where else to go," you tell him. "I couldn't stay, not when he… He dumped me, Eds!"

"Oh, sweets, I-"

"No, you don't understand, he's been an asshole for months and he dumped me! That's not fair, I should have done it ages ago, I knew he was bad and I just couldn't and I-"

"Hey, hey," he coos as your breathing picks up, lowering himself to the floor where he kneels in front of you. He holds your arms in his hands and says, "c'mon, calm down, baby."

He can't help all the petnames. Each time he calls you one he wants to kick himself for being so crass when you're so shaken up, but old habits die hard.

"Deep breaths," he tells you in a whisper, hands now rubbing both arms, up and down in soothing motions. You do as he says, shutting your eyes tight and taking a breath in through your nose, holding it in, and blowing it slowly out of your mouth, just like he taught you when you had your first panic attack in high school.

"The worst part," you start, "is that I already miss him."

He just leans up on his knees and wraps you into a hug. He's at a loss, with no idea how to help you through this.

He settles on telling you it's gonna be okay over and over as he rocks you and you hug him back, crying softly into the shoulder of his t-shirt.

"Can I stay here?" you ask, mouth wetting the fabric.

"'Course you can," he says. "'S'your home too."

"Thanks, Eds."

"Stop that."

"Thank you," you repeat, and he feels the smile on your face.

"Stop it," he teases.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." You punctuate the final one with a kiss to his neck – it's light, almost impossible to feel, but he does, and then he feels the way you stop stiff on your way back up to sitting.

"Shit," you breathe. "Sorry, I-"

"It's okay," he assures you, pulling you the rest of the way up so he can look you in the eye. "I'll grab you some pyjamas, you can clean up in the bathroom," he says, wiping the pad of his thumb under your eye where your mascara's run in watery black rivers down your cheeks.

Leaning into his hand, eyes fluttering, you says, "thanks."

He does as promised, fetching you a t-shirt and some clean pyjama pants from his room while you drink some of the water on the table. You slip into the bathroom, giving him a slight smile as you disappear behind the door, and when you close it he nearly screams into one of the sofa cushions.

Instead, he busies himself locking up the trailer, switching off lights and doing the last few dishes Wayne left behind. By the time he's done you're emerging from the bathroom, face clean if a little puffy, donning his clothes and he reconsiders the cushion-scream, because he can't believe someone can look as good as you post-breakup cry in clothes that aren't meant to fit you.

Holding his hand out, he pulls you to his room, kicking stray laundry to the corners as he goes.

"Need anything else?" he asks as you settle on the side of his bed by the wall, pulling the comforter up to your chin.

"You," you breathe, almost so quiet he doesn't hear it. Stopping still he looks at you with what must be a confused expression because you giggle at him and roll your eyes.

"Not like that, you perv," you tease and he relaxes, shoulders slumping in relief, because as much as he does wish you meant it like that, he's not an asshole who'd take advantage of his emotional best friend, and he's glad you don't think he would.

"Just need a hug," you clarify, and so he climbs in next to you after switching off the light and closing the door. He wraps you up with ease, pulling you in so you're slotted into his side, face at his chest.

"Thanks, Eddie."

"I told you, you don't gotta thank me."

"I know, but I want to."

"Oh."

After a beat, you say, "He was an asshole, wasn't he?"

"Yeah," he replies. "But it's okay."

You groan into his t-shirt and tense up in frustration, so he rubs those soothing shapes into your back.

"I hate myself," you whine.

"Hey," he says, voice firm, pulling you back so he can look at you in the dark. "Don't you dare say that. 'S'not your fault he's a dick."

You're silent, showing no sign of stopping him.

"You're the best person I know. I dunno how he was so fuckin' blind to the fact you're literally amazing but that's his fault, not yours."

You're looking back at him with wide eyes, but there's no sense of surprise on your face. It's more like you're enthralled, entranced by what he's saying.

"You deserve everything, sweets. Not some guy who makes you cry."

"He really is just some guy, huh," you muse, and it makes him laugh, a loud, brash sound that you flinch at, before joining him. Soon, the two of you are laughing together, bent double, happy tears springing down your faces.

"He is!" Eddie agrees, voicing levelling as you continue giggling. "Just some dickhead guy. Seriously," he says as he wipes tears off your face, "I hope you don't think he has any sense."

"I just don't get why I stuck around for so long," you admit.

"Feelings are weird," he tells you, sounding far wiser than he feels. "Make you do weird things."

"You say that like you know," you say.

He hums in response, hand still on your face, holding it like you're threatening to leave him all alone.

"You should sleep," he whispers, dodging honesty, lying by omission.

It's your turn to hum, settling back into him. He lies still as you doze off, deciding to keep himself awake until he knows you're asleep. He's not far behind you, though, slipping into sleep with you wrapped around him. He doesn't mind if this is as far as it goes for now, doesn't mind waiting for you to get over this mess, but he'll do just that – wait. Wait until you're ready, wait until he can tell you the truth. Not yet, though.

#eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie x you #stranger things season 4 #stranger things 4 #corroded coffin #eddie my beloved #Eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader

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lushlovers · 1 year

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Confident, S Hubbard

summary; he knows just what to say and when to say it.

warnings; ay man sam's got comebacks for days, fluff, implied smut i think, just kissing and some grinding (gasp) actually occurs, domestic sam 😁

word count; 467

note; unintentionally another version of a joe fic I wrote a while back whoops I repeat myself sometimes without realizing it. this is for the somehow rare sam girlies, I love yall fr. however specifically for @joeburreauxsworld , @katelyn102 , and @idyllicbarb

Sam's always been one to love chilling out at home versus going out and spending excessive amounts of money on dinners that neither of you would really enjoy as much as the comfort of your own house. Being together at home cuddled up on the couch has been your first choice for a date night for as long as he can remember, and he couldn't be more thankful.

"I don't remember this movie being so boring," you groan, throwing your body across your man's lap, doing your best to over-exaggerate and get the attention you're craving. He scoffs, rolling his eyes jokingly at your complaints to get under your skin in the way he knows best, "Who do you think you're scoffing at," your voice is littered with the faux attitude that makes him laugh loudly.

You quickly lift off his lap, scooting away from him and stealing the blanket you're supposed to be sharing with him as you do so, before you even settle against the arm of the couch opposite him, he wraps a callused hand around your ankle, pulling your legs into his lap like you weighed nothing at all. However, to him, you practically did.

"Quit it," he mumbles, and in the most cliche way possible you bite back without missing a beat, "Make me," and smile triumphantly. And like clockwork Sam has another response, that shuts you up momentarily, "Been there, done that."

Your lower lip tucks itself between your teeth at his ego, "Confident, are we?" He doesn't give you the luxury of another verbal response, simply humming and nodding slightly, but refusing to tear his eyes away from the move on the huge flat-screen in front of him. Sam smiles, all bright and pearly at the silence on your end, his ego-inflating even more so, if possible.

Unfortunately for him, you're not quiet for as long as he would've liked this time around. He gives you little to no attention as you wiggle closer to him, leaning into his shoulder and wrapping your arms around his bicep and abdomen. "I can think of something more fun to do," you whisper in the most sing-songy voice you can invoke, then kissing along his stubbled jawline.

His stomach flexes so slightly, you almost don't even notice. Almost. The kisses get wetter as your lips find his neck, before he can say or do anything, you've swung your legs over his, knees on either side of his thighs. The only thing separating the two of you was a pair of basketball shorts and some boxers you'd stolen from him many months ago.

Pulling your hips flush with his as he does his best to hold you still, the lightest friction somehow has his head rolling back on his shoulders, not that he's complaining.

#sam hubbard #sam hubbard x reader #sam hubbard x you #sam hubbard fluff #sam hubbard angst #sam hubbard blurb #sam hubbard smut #nfl fan fic #nfl #nfl smut

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i9eto · 2 years

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so i heard you were accepting requests and if it’s not too much…scara fucking insecure reader who thinks she looks bad/feels ugly, and him having her repeat affirmations like ‘i’m pretty, i’m beautiful’ and if she stops, he stops

pretty

hello! ok so i haven’t been feeling myself lately in terms of my writing, but i’m kinda happy with this outcome!! i hope you enjoy this <3

warning(s): nsfw (minors DNI), scaramouche x fem!reader, fem!pet names (pretty girl, good girl), fingering, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, mirror fucking, mentions of reader being insecure, degradation (scara calls you a whore and a slut once or twice)

masterlist + ko-fi

“i’m sorry, i really need to work on this project,” you’d tell him apologetically, or “i’d love to, but my favourite outfit is in the laundry, maybe next time?” scaramouche was always short-tempered, but not with you. but with the amount of excuses you’ve been using to avoid his date ideas, his patience was inevitably running thin.

scaramouche made his way to where you were sitting, on your study table writing down god knows what — he didn’t seem to care enough about it. “let’s watch a movie outside,” he muttered, his voice monotonous. you lifted your head up from your notebook, looking at your boyfriend’s face though the mirror sat in front of your study table.

your eyebrows furrowed just a little bit revealing an apologetic (or guilty) facial expression, scaramouche wasn’t sure. “i really need to finish this, sorry,” you pointed at your work. rolling his eyes, he expected this much from you.

he put his palm onto your notebook, startling you with the little thump that followed. “okay,” he inhaled a sharp breath as he looked down to you. your eyes darted upwards to him, confused. “what the fuck is up with you?” his question would’ve sounded harsh to others, but you knew he meant no harm. looking away, you shrugged whilst shaking your head, “nothing’s wrong with me.” you assured, giving your boyfriend a small smile.

he scoffed slightly, “y/n, you’ve been avoiding and rejecting multiple dates that i had planned out for you. why?” you sighed, you didn’t think he would’ve noticed so quickly that you, had in fact, been avoiding leaving your house. your arms fell to your side, gaze lowered – you thought of a way to tell him about your little issue.

“i… well,” you trailed off, “i’ve been self-conscious lately, with my appearance, my body, my clothes, my hair – everything. i can’t even bare to look at myself in the mirror, sometimes. i kinda find it more comforting to just stay home lately.” you admitted, you sounded guilty for your confession, and scaramouche hated that. why would you feel guilty for not feeling like you're at your best? we all have our moments, after all.

his eyebrows furrowed together, slightly as he looked at you. “you don’t have to feel bad about it,” he groaned, pushing his hair back. “more importantly,” he paused, you felt him tugging you by your arm, towards the full-length mirror you have by your bed, “i don’t see anything wrong with you, you’re perfect.” his voice was monotonous as he spoke, but you could see the tip of his ears turning red when he complimented you, which proved that he was being sincere with his compliment.

although you still didn’t feel like the best version of yourself, you can’t help but feel your heart fluttering from how gentle he sounded like. you offered scaramouche a small, yet sad smile. “thank you, kuni,” your voice meek as you said it. scaramouche knew that defeated tone all too well, he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t feel sad, too. the last thing he’d ever wish is for the person he loves the most to feel bad about herself.

he wasn’t quite sure why, but he thought that the next best thing to do was to kiss you, “y/n?” he called, making you turn around a little to face him, “yes?” you answered, looking at him. he didn’t say anything, settling in for a gentle kiss on your lips. you let out a quiet gasp from the sudden gesture from scaramouche, but you quickly returned the kiss. gently feeling his lips moving against yours in a slow rhythm. it felt intimate to the both of you.

what was supposed to be a sweet gesture quickly started escalating as you felt his hands groping around parts of your body for some time before one finally settled in your hair, gripping on it so he could further deepen the kiss that you two were sharing. your body naturally started gravitating towards his, pressing your body as close as you could against scaramouche. your body naturally wanting to feel him as much as you could.

when he realised you’ve relaxed, you felt his tongue licking against your lips, you willingly let him push his tongue into your mouth, feeling it taste every corner of your mouth. scaramouche is never one to be gentle when making out — his hand started tugging on your hair to force your head to tilt upwards so he could have easier access to your mouth. scaramouche groaned against you as he pressed his tongue on yours, leaving you more or less breathless.

he pulled away from the kiss before turning you around, making you face the mirror. he kept eye contact with you as he slowly went from kissing your cheek, to your jaw, and finally leaving trails of wet kisses down your neck. one of his hands slipped into the bands of your shorts, the sudden warmth against your cunt as he started giving it teasing rubs made you moan softly. his fingers were touching you where you want them to, but not enough for you to feel satisfied.

your breath was heavy as you let him play with your cunt, every now and then he’d give your clit a flick — earning himself a small cry of his name from you. “tell me what you want.” his voice was stern as he made his demand. he was staring at you through the reflection of the mirror. “y-your fingers, i want them in me,” you told him, your face was heating up as you were speaking, you felt embarrassed from how intense his stare was.

a hum could be heard coming from scaramouche as he continued to look at you, “aren’t you pretty like this? all flushed and shy for me.” his voice was softer than before as he spoke. you didn’t give him an answer, your mind too distracted by the discreet movements of his fingers against your hole — just slightly brushing against your the entrance of your cunt where you need him most.

“i asked you a question, baby,” he said, eyes sharp as he stared at you straight in the eyes. you snapped from your clouded mind, you nodded hesitantly, “y-yes! i do look… pretty, like this,” you told him, scaramouche didn’t like the doubt in your tone — but he wasn’t feeling mean enough that he would keep you waiting.

he decided to be nice for once, shoving two of his slender fingers into you, his cold fingers made your body jolt forward, although you were lucky that your boyfriend was there to hold you. “aren’t you excited,” his chuckle was condescending, which earned him a small whine from you. he moved at a slow pace at first, carefully stretching your pussy out as much as his fingers can. he was in no rush to fuck you — after all you had the whole day to yourselves.

your impatience got the best of you as you started grinding against his fingers to get him to go faster, only for him to hold you by your hips tightly. “behave, you whore. only good girls get what they want.” he whispered in your ear, a smug look plastered on his face as he stared at your flushed expression.

“scara, i need more…” you pleaded. your begging face was too adorable for scaramouche to ignore, how could he? you look so helpless, if he didn’t know any better, he’d give you everything you want right then and there. “tell me how pretty you feel from getting off from just my fingers, then.” he chuckled. you were hesitant at first, but it didn’t take long for you to submit to his orders. “i feel s-so — fuck — so pretty with your fingers i-in me.”

a laugh bubbled up his throat, clearly satisfied with your words. “hah! such a good little girl for me.” he complimented, followed by a small kiss to your temple. “you’re tightening up real nice around my fingers, baby,” he whispered, he started leaving messy, open-mouthed kisses against your neck and jaw again; this time he made sure to leave marks all over you.

as he indulged in his possessive nature by marking you up, the pleasure from having his fingers finally picking up its pace made you throw your head back, eyes shut closed. loud moans and cries of his name left your lips as you started feeling sensitive from how good his fingers were stretching you.

“this won’t do,” he frowned. removing his fingers from your cunt, making your eyes shoot open as you immediately meet scaramouche’s. your pleading eyes didn’t do much for him other than making his cock throb against his pants, “please…” you didn’t realise how breathless you’ve become until you finally started speaking, “wh- why did you stop?” you asked him, scaramouche found it cute that your voice was laced with so much desperation.

“you can’t tell me you look pretty with your eyes closed, right? keep them open unless you want me to stop.” he ordered, you fell silent for a while before finally nodding to him. “what a good girl you are.” he cooed, once again satisfied with your obedience. you feel his fingers burying deep into your cunt again, he made sure you were able to feel every inch of his fingers creating friction against your already sensitive cunt.

“sc—ah!—scara…!” you moaned out, he moved his fingers in a scissor like motion as he moved in and out of your pussy, his fingers rubbing against the sweetest spots of your cunt, and his thumb finding its way onto your sensitive clit, rubbing circular motions onto it that made your head spin. you kept moaning his name over and over again — it almost felt like you were worshipping him.

another strained moan escaped your lips. you found yourself struggling to hold yourself still and balanced. all you really could do was get lost in the amount of pleasure that you were receiving just from scaramouche’s fingers. he made sure that every part inside of you that he was able to reach was not left untouched, curving his fingers up every time he was buried knuckles-deep in your cunt so it would be hitting the exact spot that had you screaming out his name. “look at you.” he said, his other hand lifting your chin up so you’d be looking into the mirror. his lips ghosted against your earlobe, his breath fanning against the sensitive skin, “such a pretty girl for me,” his voice low and slightly raspy.

“say it.” he ordered. the fingers in your cunt started going from slow and sensual, to fast and sloppy — and he made sure the rhythm stayed messy like that to further tease you. the thumb circling your clit started becoming rougher, too. the sloppiness made you breathless, your eyes starting to water from the pleasure. “tell me just how pretty you feel as i’m fucking you with my fingers, you whore,” he demanded. you wanted to respond to him, tell him exactly what he wants you to say — but your mind was clouded, so heavily, that all you could think of was him.

you once again started grinding against his fingers in a desperate attempt to get yourself to cum quicker. the added friction from your hips made you feel your orgasm building up. one of your hands started gripping onto scaramouche’s forearm as you desperately needed something to grip onto. “fuck– i’m s-so… i’m gonna-!” you were at loss for words, the euphoric feeling was right there, but it left as soon as it came.

you panted, confused and frustrated that your orgasm was denied. “scara…” you called weakly, looking at him. tears accumulated from the pleasure and from your frustrations started pooling around your eyes. “what’s wrong? didn’t get to cum?” he mocked, removing his fingers from inside you. your pussy started clenching onto nothing, the sudden emptiness making you gasp as a tear started rolling down your cheek.

“please, i was so close…” you whispered, turning around to face him. your boyfriend has a look of indifference, “you should learn to be obedient if you want something from me.” he scoffed, his eyes glared into yours. “i promise! i’ll do anything you want!” you quickly pleaded, more tears started to fall as you begged him, “please, i’m sorry! i really am!” it didn’t faze him much to see you so needy before him like this, but it was still laughable nonetheless.

“oh, what would your friends think if they knew what a desperate bitch you are for me.” he continued mocking you, he was amused, of course. “you poor thing, i left you unsatisfied, huh?” he continued, his hands trailing up your body as he slowly backed you against your shared bed. one hand slowly massaging your breast. you nodded eagerly in agreement, “i-it was my fault,” you told him, “b-but i’ll be good this time, i will!” you quickly continued.

a moan left your lips as as you could feel him pinching your hardened nipples through your shirt. the friction against the fabric and his fingers making them feel sensitive. “want me to make it up to you, baby?” he asked while his finger tugged on your nipple — making you yelp. you still managed to let out a meek little “yes” as a respond that was luckily loud enough for scaramouche to hear.

he merely nodded as he sat you down on the edge of the bed. he let go of your breast as he got onto his knees, hanging one of your legs onto his shoulders, he licked a lazy strip from your hole to your clit, “want me to make it up to you, my pretty girl?” he asked again, and you nodded eagerly this time, “yes — yes please,” you replied. scaramouche wasted not one more moment, pulling your lips apart with two of his fingers, he shoved his tongue inside your walls in one swift movement, making you squeal from the sensation.

he didn’t stay in one place for too long, moving his tonhje slightly upward so it was now licking up your clit. scaramouche purposely sucked hard onto your clit, knowing just how sensitive it become from the amount of times he was playing with it mere moments ago.

he was indulged in the screams you were letting out, he knew how good you were feeling from his tongue alone. as if that wasn’t enough, his fingers once again found its way inside your cunt, burying them as deep as his fingers could go inside you. “tell me how pretty you feel getting fucked by me like this.” he said, his hot breath as he was speaking fanning against your clit making your body jump.

you nodded eagerly, “you make me feel so pretty, scara– fuuuuck!” you squealed as you felt his fingers once again curving up against that sweet spot. “keep going, or i’ll stop.” he warned. between the pleasure you were receiving between him sucking and flicking his tongue against your swollen bud, you try your best to speak, “i’m your pretty girl, i-i’m the prettiest girl you’ll ever h-ah-ve!” you cried out, your hands gripping onto his hair to keep him in place.

“mhm,” the vibrations from his hum made you moan once again, “again,” he ordered. “i’m p-pretty!” you gasped as you feel his fingers scissoring inside you again, “i-i’m the prettie— hah!” you cried out. your brain was as good as scrambled from how good he was fucking you with just his fingers and tongue. your breath were heavy as you try to catch your breath. “what did i say about stopping?” he reminded, glaring at you.

he made you repeat yourself so much to the point it was the only thing in your mind as you were once again getting clouded by the pleasure building up in your stomach. scaramouche’s fingers fucking into you fast and deep, and his tongue giving your overstimulated bud rough flicks, it wasn’t a stretch to say that you were fucked dumb.

“i’m pretty, i’m yo-your pretty girl– ah! i– i’m so close!” your eyebrows knitted together as tears started rolling down your cheeks once more. your eyes shot open as they started rolling back, you could feel the overwhelming pleasure wash over you, screaming your boyfriend’s name as he was the only thing that was in your mind. he gave your clit another harsh suck, and that was what sent you over the edge, finally letting go of the knot in your stomach. scaramouche didn’t mind having you cum all over his face, even licking them up from your cunt like a starved man.

removing his fingers from inside you, he brought it to your face, showing you how much of a mess you’ve made. “clean them for me,” he smiled. you gladly obliged, sucking onto his fingers as you stared at him with doe eyes. you were tired, to say the least. “you’re a darling. my pretty, pretty angel.” he told you. scaramouche removed his fingers from your mouth, and started leaning in to kiss you again. a soft moan left your lips as his tongue met yours once again, the taste of his saliva and your cum mixing together.

“i love you, y/n. don’t ever think that you’re anything less than beautiful.”

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