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thoughtsforsoob · 4 months

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txt - how they show their love

A/n: I know I’m not the only one who thinks about how sweet these boys would be to their s/o :( I need my own heuning kai please. (Ugh I hate myself bc I know guys can be sweet and my last relationship was so terrible :/ I forgot I have standards. If a boy/girl puts you down, you leave them immediately!) anyways, please enjoy okay? Make sure to drink some water and have a yummy snack. Please send requests as well! Requests are open for texts and writing for nct dream, txt, and a few more.

{this one is quite long bc of the bullet point format so I added the "keep reading"on this post!}

soobin

He shows his love in such sweet and subtle ways.

One of these affectionate things he does (that I personally love) is him gaining interest in your hobbies.

He will sit there and watch you do whatever you do with literal heats in his eyes.

Please help, his pupils are actually changing shape. Jkjk.

Anyways, he always asks you questions about your hobbies and will even try them.

also, he likes to be taken care of in a relationship so he shows his love by looking at you with the upmost adoration when you're leading him somewhere, for example

he gives you this lovestruck eyes when you're pulling on his arm through the mall

he loves when you order for him when you go out to eat

you and him are literally the meme where the girl goes up the counter and says "he said no pickles >:(" and he's just standing behind you with a little smirk on his face

yeonjun

He shows his love through providing for you.

He's overall is the embodiment of the word ‘gentleman’.

He always opens the door for you when entering the car.

He holds your hand tight when you two are rushing through the train stations during rush hour.

He also always pays for EVERYTHING.

He gets irked when you try to pull out your card/cash to play for anything. He frowns and gently moves you to the side and he pays.

Afterwards, he sits you down and tells you that he wants to pay and that you should let him because he loves you so so much.

Let him because he will literally cry if you don’t let him pay.

beomgyu

he's just a little silly guy so he show his affection through lots of physical contact and time together.

I say this later on for huening kai but he looooves hanging on you!

he’s like a little monkey

he just likes when you pretend to be annoyed because it makes him feel accomplished (he’s so annoying but I love it 😬)

Also like, calls you at 2 am

“baby I’m outside your apartment please come down”

“Beomgyu where are we going? It’s 2 am?”

“First of all, WHO is Beomgyu? Second of all, we’re going on a walk and there will possibly be snacks if you cooperate”

taehyun

He shows his love by looking after you very closely.

He leaves you daily reminders to take your vitamins, charge your phone/laptop, eat or drink something, etc… he wants to make sure you’re healthy and prepared for the day ahead of you.

He also always makes sure you’re not missing things.

One particular thing he does is restocking your pantry and fridge and also other personal care items.

If he notices you’re running out of your favorite drink, favorite snack, pads/tampons, etc, he will stop at the store to get them for you before heading to your apartment.

He also likes to have sit downs with you at least once a week and talking to you about your week.

He buys fancy masks and your favorite drinks so you two have spend a few hours de-stressing with each other.

heuning kai

He is very into physical affection so he shows his love by hanging on you in public.

Once he get the green light from you, he practically begs his company to let you both go public with your relationship so he can hug you and kiss you in public.

He loves coming up from behind you while you’re waiting for your coffee orders and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. He presses a kiss to the top of your head and tells you he love you sooooo so much.

He also shows his affection through gifts.

Surprise gifts at that.

He loves catching you off guard with anything from stationary to a new designer bag.

He’s a great gift giver because he pays close attention to the things you love.

#txt fluff #txt headcanons #txt imagines #txt reactions #txt x reader #yeonjun x reader #soobin x reader #beomgyu x reader #taehyun x reader #huening kai x reader #tomorrow x together

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satoruhour · 10 months

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hey t it’s me again 😔 i saw u have choso on ur masterlist and it got me thinking back to the brothers bff/bff’s brother debate and now i can’t decide which is better

being yuuji’s sister and getting used to choso always being at ur house bc him and yuuji r inseperable and ur always acting annoyed but secretly u love having him around bc he’s super sweet and respectful to his friend’s sister and over the years u also become close w him and can’t help but slowly fall for him bc he is so gentle and protective w u

oorrr being yuuji’s bff and always hanging around at his house but his quiet, grumpy introvert of a brother choso avoids being around u bc he doesn’t wanna overstep his brother’s boundaries. u always think he’s annoyed by you when actually he would love to be friends (or more) with u bc u r the literal sunshine in his life and he’s dying to talk to you but he is too afraid

aahh t...need your thoughts. now!

a/n: sorry this took so long jelly !!!! but why not both...? 0.7k / 0.8k ✶

i. choso as your older brother’s best friend

it’s at fourteen that your older brother, yuji, starts to bring a pale guy to his house. he looks dead in the eyes most of the time, hair tied up in matching buns and they were unkempt, just like the rest of his clothes, but he made them look good. and although he looks like he just walked through hell, his voice was gentle, timid.

you bow slightly when he enters the house for the first time, a grunt escaping you when yuji throws an arm around you forcefully and introduces you with the same booming voice he’s had since five. since then choso’s been coming around more and more, and you’re happy to at least see yuji smile a little more ever since your grandpa died — they’re not entirely guarded about their time together too, because sometimes yuji would drag you over to play stupid dress up games and you’re the one they listen to when you tell them purple is a terrible colour against stark, bright red.

within months, choso’s soon to treat you just like how yuji does: a little annoying and insufferable just like a big brother is, and soon you find yourself warming up to him: giving him highfives, being able to go out with him on ice cream outings, giving him stickers that you buy to paste on his skateboard. he’s always asking if you’re okay, too — he has heating pads for when you get shitty cramps, he has plasters for when you skate a little too fast on his skateboard.

they’re so inseparable that it almost feels unreal when you still see choso at twenty one years old in your first year of university while yuji’s in his third, bringing him over often in weird spots of time.

“how’s university treating you?” choso asks from across the room, lying down and staring blankly into the ceiling; he’s mindlessly playing with his lips. you’re reading a book on a couch in the bedroom, though you’re hardly digesting any information from how loudly yuji is clacking on the keys. he’s not aware of how loud he’s being either, music blasting into his ears as he rushes for an assignment.

“it’s alright,” you sigh, wincing when yuji almost spoils by slamming the spacebar. it’s futile trying to focus now, so you abandon your book totally, dumping it on the bed to sit by choso’s side on the bed, “though one of my professors is a total ass.”

“is it mr. shuichiro?” you just scrunch up your face and nod, another defeated sigh leaving your lips.

“how’d you know?”

“not telling ya,” choso smiles. it’s not like you hadn’t seen yuji’s best friend smile before. there’s laughter, grins, everything on top, but never like this. the older man’s eyes crinkle when he smiles too, and you realise you’ve never looked hard enough to notice it. but you were unaware that today would be the day that would get you staring (and also would get you sputtering in retaliation).

you tsk, “annoying,” and you know the other knows you don’t mean it. not when later on he’s slipping a blanket over yuji who’s passed out at his desk, who offers to make you some hot chocolate when you can’t sleep. all these years have not turned you blind to choso’s selflessness, but because he was so casual about it, it hadn’t made a mark on you until you’re borrowing a hair tie from the other after yours snapped that same night.

“here,” he removes his buns, shoulder-length hair falling to frame his face, “you can have i—”

and you’d have more decorum on other days, but you’re so enamoured with how often his quiet acts of service happen that you reach out to touch his soft hair. you’re awkwardly twisting against the kitchen island, strands of black into your fingers and you gasp as you come to your senses when you get a sudden cramp up your leg.

choso’s the first to react, scooping you up effortlessly as you yelp, hands quickly wrapping around his neck. and then he laughs when you’re glaring at him through hooded lids and messy hair while everywhere else is tingling like frostbite. your heart is the fastest when choso leans down, pecking your forehead softly with a smile that shows relief, you think.

“let’s get you to bed, pretty.”

ii. choso as your best friend’s older brother

“aniki! come say hi to my friend.” your best friend itadori yuji needs everything but a loudhailer, because his voice easily carries throughout the house. he didn’t exactly need to shout either, because it was an small apartment with neighbours and you heard they’ve already got multiple complaints about yuji and his older brother playing DDR while shouting like dogs.

there’s grumbling when choso inches out from his room, a muffled rock song playing on the speakers. paramore. you bow when he finally reaches the two of you and you almost wish yuji hadn’t called his brother out when he looks like he would kill you. two years older than you both, his black hair is tied up messily into matching buns, eyes lined with faint makeup but choso sees your bow and scrambles to do the same, offering you a smile.

“you datin’ her?”

yuji chokes on his drink the next time he brings you over to complete a partner assignment, interrupted with the sudden question. similarly, the hands on your laptop halt too and your head snaps back to look at his older brother incredulously.

“anikiii!” yuji whines because it works on choso, seeing it take effect immediately when all he does is put up his hands in surrender and purses his lips, a smile tugging at his lips before his eyes shift to you. by then, yuji’s already moving onto the next section of your combined essay, but you linger just a little longer in choso’s gaze, who just shoots you a resigned smile and leaves.

“you like paramore?” you ask on another day, focusing on devouring a snack bar. choso nods, amongst other times where you’ve asked are you in university like us too? and he shakes his head. do you wear anything other than black? and he mumbles “no”.

warming up takes a while; you’re able to speak your mind whenever, so you’re usually the one initiating conversations that usually result in nods and one-worded answers. it doesn’t dampen your spirit, though you speak out less and less around him until choso picks up the pace again — he since then, you’re the only person worth communicating to.

choso only ever talks when you start, and most days are spent in his room avoiding the both of you, but mainly you, and he isn’t sure when those feelings of wanting personal space turns into varied feelings of wanting to see you more.

“choso? your dinner’s ready,” you call through the door, reluctantly accepting yuji’s plea for a favour when he realised he had nightly club activities to attend, shooting up from his bed before sprinting to the university nearby. you’re left with heating up the leftovers from yesterday, and yuji emphasised that you make sure that he comes out for his food.

you didn’t expect the door to open so fast, contrary to yuji’s experiences, taken aback by how dishevelled choso looked. your curious eyes couldn’t help but wander past him, looking into his room with renewed curiosity at the posters on his wall and the iMac on his table. there’s a tab open, a video that’s entirely out of his style playing faintly.

“here.” you smile, hand outstretched as you pass him a bowl of udon noodles, not noticing how choso wills his fingers to stop shaking at almost being found out and you think he’s going to go back into his man cave, but you’re pleasantly surprised when he asks “wanna watch a movie?”

two bowls of udon finished, you’re halfway through the rom-com he suggested, and maybe you’ve been too caught up in your perception of him that maybe he’s not all that stoic and mean-looking. glancing down you see the rings that adorn his fingers and how his nail-polish is chipped and the tips of his fingers are red, and maybe they’re calloused from playing his guitar or working on his iMac, but you won’t know for sure until you find out; that’s a lie you tell yourself.

if yuji was here, he’d burst out laughing — his best friend and big brother stuck in an awkward predicament — at your finger tracing his knuckles and veins on his hand. but there’s no shrill laughter to quell the situation and fluster on both your cheeks, unfortunately. in a swift motion, choso swallows his pride and aches to hold your hand, but he doesn’t want to overstep boundaries, so he pulls away and scurries back to his room and you’re soon lamenting over your stupid mistake.

but then choso comes back, an unfinished product in his hands. it’s an average-sized bouquet of paper flowers, but so far there’s only three flowers finished and he’s apologising — you realise earlier, he had been learning how to make flowers for you. “i’m sorry— i didn’t know how else to—” you place a hand on the one holding the bouquet, scooting closer to him with a sweet smile.

“i like you, too, choso,” placing your lips on his cheek, you get a whiff of his cologne, giggling when you see a faint blush on his cheeks that puffs out at your confession. your laughter is cut off when choso places down the bouquet and pulls you into his side, already feeling at home within the warmth of his embrace.

“you’re going to be the death of me.”

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ghostboneswrites2 · 18 days

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Daryl Dixon x ftm reader, fluffy smut, I feel as if this has been done, but he helps reader take their t-shot cause of fear of needles

Anon, I apologize for how long it took to get to this and I apologize for the length (or lack there of). I can absolutely do a part two if that’s something anyone would like.

I had to write this one on my phone vs my usual laptop set up. Forgive the formatting.

Morning Sex and T-Shots

18+MDNI || Warnings: smut, needles

Heavy breaths and the sound of skin slapping together filled the dim room. It was early morning, barely even daylight. You were both groggy, but what better substitute for coffee than an erotic pre workout? Gripping the sheets, clawing his back, his stubble scratching your neck as his lips graze it.

“Mmmph.” He growled, picking up the pace as he grew closer to his climax. You came already — a few times — but you were quickly on your way to another bone-rattling orgasm. Your palm slapped onto his bicep, gripping tightly as his pelvis slammed into yours. “C’mon, baby boy.. one more for me.”

The words sent chills down your spine. Your back arched a little as a heat built up in your gut and exploded. You groaned deeply, body quaking as you rode the wave. He followed quickly after, collapsing on top of you. You chuckle and run your hands through his sweaty strings of hair, finger catching on knots as they combed through.

“You really need to brush your mop, dude.” You teased.

“I brush it.” He defended. “Sometimes…”

“You might consider making it a regular process. Like, once a day, at least.”

“Man, who the hell has time for that?” He scoffed, rolling to the side and falling on his back as he wiped beads of sweat from his forehead.

“Like, literally everyone with long hair.” You smirked, running a hand through your hair.

“My hair ain’t long.” He insisted.

“Okay. Medium, then. Shoulder-length.” You rolled your eyes.

“Whatever.” He grumbled, pushing himself up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He scanned the floor for his clothes.

“Ah, shit.” You sighed, glancing at the clock on the nightstand.

“Hm?” He hummed thoughtlessly, sliding his jeans over his thighs.

“It’s time for my T.” You mumbled. You knew it was silly. You had been taking your T-shot for years now. Still, though, every time you knew you needed to take it, you’d get that familiar pit in your stomach. You hated needles.

“Again?” He asked.

“Well, yeah. I have to take it regularly.” You chuckled at his cluelessness.

You crawled out of the bed and pulled your boxers on, dragging your feet as you approached the little drawer beside your bed where you kept your injections. As you readied your needle and swiped an alcohol pad over your thigh, Daryl hovered behind you.

You took a deep, shaky breath as you hovered the menacingly thin tip of the needle over your flesh.

“Here.” He said softly, holding his hand out. You raised your eyebrows. He nodded down at your shot. Reluctantly, you handed it over. “Right there?” He asked as he held the needle where he thought your previously held it. You nodded. “Alright. Deep breath.”

You sucked in a breath so deep and full that you were sure your lungs would bust out of your rib age. By the time you deflated all the air out, he was wiping the area clean with a fresh alcohol pad.

“Wait — that was it?” You asked.

“Mhm.” He passed you your pants.

“Wow.” You let out a sigh of relief. “I barely felt anything.”

“Not so bad when ya ain’t lookin’.” He agreed. “I hated shots too. Always got real nervous when I had to get ‘em for school.” He admitted.

“Yeah.” You chuckled. “Never was my favorite either.”

When you were both fully dressed, he pulled you close by your shoulder and planted a kiss on your forehead. “Meet ya by the wall. Got a run today.”

#daryl dixon #daryl x reader #twd daryl #the walking dead daryl #daryl twd #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl x you #daryl x y/n #ftm reader

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writingduhh · 8 months

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either ted or schlatt when reader gets their period?

- ⁉️, could I be an anon?

But of course my love! I hope you enjoy! ❤️

Also I’m open for requests! Preferably HC, Mood-boards, and longer fanfics for the chuckle sammy boys!

Chuckle Sandwich ||Time Of The Month (HC)

❥ Jschlatt

▷ I feel like he’s the type of boyfriend who would be a little uncomfortable, at least at first. Not because he thinks it’s gross or makes him uncomfortable, more like he doesn’t want to mess up or accidentally upset you (plus he only has a brother) .

▷ However, he’s very willing to learn. Especially if it means being able to take care of the love of his life.

▷ Finding things in his search history such as, “How to help partner on period?”, “How to stop cramps?”, “Why do periods happen?”

▷ Let’s you use him as a human punching bag if you need to release some anger.

“We really need to get you some boxing lessons, doll…”

▷ Offers you his hoodies/sweatshirts. He wants you to be as comfy as possible. Plus he loves to see you in his clothes, ofc

▷ He’d probably make you a whole blanket nest on the couch. Complete with pillows, snacks, and him waiting to cuddle with you

▷ Uses this time as an excuse to lay with you all day. (Totally not an excuse to be lazy… It definitely is)

▷ Suggests using the cats as ‘natural heating pads’

▷ He insists that he should go to the store to get you pads/tampons so you can ‘rest’

“Babe what size do you wear?“

“What do you mean the S stands for super?”

▷ Spends about 20 mins just reading the boxes or looking up reviews. He wants to make sure he gets the best products for you.

▷ Ends up buying 3 different strengths/sizes, plus a little treat for you.

“Thanks so much for going to the store for me… is this beef jerkey?”

“Well, I assumed that you might be craving something to snack on… So I just guessed and got you my favorite thing.” He explains, kissing your forehead.

▷ It’s the thought that counts 😭😭

▷ Definitely babies you. He won’t let you get anything yourself, he insists on bringing it to you.

❥ Ted

▷ I feel like Ted is the type of boyfriend that is very knowledgeable about periods. So needless to say he’s very on-top of things.

▷ Keeps a stash of your products under the sink “Just In Case.” Probably even keeps extra clothes for you as well. (Or just insists you borrow his)

▷ Very understanding of your mood swings / Pms symptoms.

▷ He’s always there when you need him. A shoulder to cry on, he’s right there. Someone to rant to, he’s listening. Someone to just hold you, his arms are wide open.

▷ Literally your professional teddy bear

▷ Theres a good chance he secretly keeps track of your cycle. (I low-key could see this) This way he knows whatever phase you’re in and how best to help you.

▷ Seems to always be learning some new techniques or ‘hacks’ in order to help you.

“I saw this video on how to massage out cramps. Can I try?”

“Can I try to find the pressure points that help cramps? I watched a video on it.”

▷ Let’s be real, it’s mainly an excuse just to touch you.

▷ Cooks all your favorite meals and makes sure you’re eating enough calories/protein.

▷ Essentially he gives you the princess treatment. You don’t have to even lift a finger.

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kirbyskisses · 10 months

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comfort || suguru geto x reader

cw: oral sex (m!receiving), very soft, gn!reader, geto/gojo/reader are a throuple but gojo doesn’t appear. i passed out from the heat in the middle of writing this (i’m okay!) and it’s 12:30am so don’t judge me for typos.

written for @14thcommander. BLANK/AGELESS/MINOR BLOGS DON’T INTERACT.

geto has a tendency to get lost in thought - lonely and misunderstood. such is the case now as he sits on the outdoor stairs absentmindedly until you wrap your arms around him and kiss his cheek and neck.

he flinches but melts back into your touch upon realizing it’s just you, soft lips in a teasing smile but eyes at least somewhat concerned.

“hey, love…” he exhales.

“shoko ran out of the room yelling ‘incoming!!!’” you start, kissing his cheek again in greeting. “did you and satoru get into an argument again?”

suguru doesn’t need to nod or say anything for you to confirm your suspicions – his tired and tense stance says it all for him. instead you opt to help him up and he internally makes note of how soft your hand is, how bright your smile is and how tender you touch as you undo his top knot and stroke his hair.

geto wants to absorb every bit of you, sat on the bed with you in his lap, leaning his head down to bury his face into the comfort softness of your chest. he wants to know the soft drum of your heartbeat constantly – the sweet smell of your uniform and the taste of summer-borne sweat on your skin until he’s learned you so well he would know you blind.

“satoru isn’t like you or me or shoko, darling. he’s literally never known a single second of life where he hasn’t been strong.” you pull back and tilts his head up so you can look at his sharp, brown eyes and stroke his cheek reassuringly. his lips land against your palm in thanks.

“he doesn’t understand protecting the weak like you do - because he doesn’t even understand the concept of being weak. and he’s disrespectful and mouthy sometimes but he’s a lot of good things too - that’s why we both love him.”

“let’s not talk about satoru anymore.” he mumbles, exhausted at the thought of any more moral contemplation of his white-haired partner and you let out the prettiest, most sympathetic little sigh.

“okay, suguru. then let’s talk about the good things i love about you instead.”

you push his black hair behind his ears and move to kiss his temple, then his forehead, then his nose - he lets out a slight groan of want when you actively avoid his lips, if only for a moment.

“i love this handsome face…” your lips connect and his hands pull you to further into his form, straddling his hips. “and I’ve told you how much i love kissing these lips.”

“you have.” he mumbles; there’s some monster of insatiable hunger for you growing in him.

“and this? have i told you how much i love this?” your fingers and lips explore his throat, a singular faded discoloration marking the skin - although you can’t remember if it’s a result of you or satoru, you kiss it and leave another nearby. suguru shivers.

“yeah. you’ve told me that…”

your compliments – like your tongue and lips and nails and the soft pads of your fingertips – travel downward more and more as you discard his shirt and baggy pants and boxers.

perhaps, suguru thinks, he understands gojo’s proclivity for having his ego stroked a bit more now.

being worshipped in body, mind and soul is orgasmic in its own right.

“and this?” your fingers find your way around his length and suguru’s breath hitches - not a thought to be spared about satoru or sorcery, only reflections on how good his tip feels when it’s surrounded by your tongue and lips.

“i love this too, suguru. and how good it feels every time.”

“then make it feel good, love?” that brings to your praise-filled mind another detail you never fail to notice about geto.

satoru demands, he teases his way into whatever it is he wishes for with full confidence that with only his name and his power he can receive it. geto doesn’t demand, he asks - he suggests and quietly sews the seeds of a request into mind with a soft, handsome smile and in this case a throaty moan until he achieves his prize.

this is his prize.

suguru thinks he could die happy here, length progressively sinking down into your welcoming, warm, wet mouth - no distractions just pleasure that rocks and pulsates deep inside him.

slow subtle thrusts of his hips start up, pushing across your tongue at a measured pace until reaching your throat.

he curses, a hand gripping the sheets of your bed as the other holds an even stronger grip on your hair.

he feels a hum from you, strained but pleasure and in turn, he speeds up without hesitation. you really are a sight, on your knees in between his legs - happy and willing to take him down as far as he needs to clear his head of any anxieties.

yes, you love satoru but he’s the one you love right now, the one you refuse to let wallow or sit alone and cold.

“beloved…” he strangles out, your pace quickening when he releases his tight hold. he wants to stay like this forever but know that’s impossible - he’d at least like to spend some of eternity inside you properly rather than solely being exalted by your eager mouth.

with a few more pumps all the way down your open, tight throat suguru cums hard and heavy - his eyes roll back and his lips part to let out a quiet call of “my jewel…” before coming down.

the young black-haired sorcerer usually hated messes and anything being out of order - but he delights and moans at the sticky drops left on your tongue and lips and dripping from him to your chin as he slowly pulls out.

suguru feels himself twitch and curses again watching you swallow it all down - it’s your turn to be praised as he sighs out “thank you, beloved” - feeling thoroughly vindicated and comforted.

your tongue cleans his mess fully off of him before he can fully catch his breath. suguru lies back, black hair splayed beneath him and with one last kiss to his tip you pull back and lie beside him.

he thumbs your mouth and whispers.

“so amazing, taking all that. you didn’t waste a drop…” worried momentarily that it might have been too much, suguru sighs in relief when your lips rest against his again.

“feel a bit better?” you ask, genuine and reassuring.

his eyes study you. you’re this cursed and smart yet incredibly soft being who’s his and - at least until he reconciles with gojo tomorrow morning - his alone. his hunger to know every inch of you has not subsided as he rolls to be above you. soft, silky lines of black hair fall from behind his shoulders and neck, shielding both of your faces.

“much better. let me return the favor.”

#suguru geto #geto suguru smut #geto suguru #getou suguru x reader #suguru geto x reader #getou suguru #satosugu #gojo daddy #satoru gojo x reader #smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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two-red-lungs · 2 years

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Not to be horny on main but, like, the idea of casually mutually edging w/ Eddie is just so 👀

like a lazy summer afternoon where there’s just FUCK all to do so the sex is slow and lazy, and you’re both covered in full-body sweat on the messy sheets, all the windows wide open

and just before he cums he... doesn’t, hissing through clenched teeth and pulling out of you for a few seconds before guiding his cock back into your heady heat once his orgasm is further away

you in turn grab his wrist and pull the pad of his wet thumb off your trembling clit just seconds before the tight little circles send you overboard, huffing and panting as you barely evade your climax

it just kind escalates from there, this mutual torture, because at least it’s something to do

I’m just imagining it going on for hours: he’s so hard it hurts, and he bites the inside of his cheek and wants to cry every time he leaves your sloppy wet heat, and it’s agony for you to rock back off his pelvis, away from his slippery fingers just seconds before you reach your peak

but neither of you wanna ‘lose’ first. Song track after song track plays, and the sheets are fucking soaked in sweat and your slick wetness and his cock is making the wettest fucking noises inside of your needy, dripping, hungry cunt. Both of you just sort of morbidly fascinated, wondering how long you can make this last

The sun is setting and he’s literally begging and pussydrunk, rambling inanely about how fucking good you feel on his cock, how wet, how badly he wants to make you cum, and finally he’s grinding the palm of his slick hand against your puffy clit so hard and so fast that all you can get out is a broken cry before you’re fucking finally cumming

And the clamp of you gummy wetness around him is all he needs to fly over the edge, literally collapsing on top of you, shaking, breathlessly thanking you in your ear with his face mashed against the ruined sheets.

#minors dont look #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things imagine #eddie munson #my writing

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zahmbie · 1 year

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Do you think you could possibly do period comfort hcs (if that makes you comfortable) with some of the emh/mh crew? (You don’t have to do them all, literally it’s whoever you’d like to write for) Our new manager is kinda mean, and these cramps are not helping- I am a sad little puddle of pain, who desperately needs a hug/cuddle ; ;

Aw, I hope your cramps are better anon! I picked HABIT, Evan, Jay, and Brian! Reader is afab but gender neutral :)

HABIT

HABITs got a weird sixth sense thing where he knows when you’re gonna to be on your period before you do. He doesn’t know how he knows. Or at least he says he doesn’t.

He doesn’t have a lot to help with pain relief (another area that’s the opposite of his usual job), but Evan left an old bottle of ibuprofen in the bathroom. You probably don’t need a heating pad, every person HABIT possesses runs super warm, he’s like a heated body pillow.

Beyond that he’s taken to his new best way of trying to comfort you, you on his lap and a cat on yours. Both of them are purring (HABIT’s sounds more like a growl), and HABIT is petting you with one hand and the cat with the other.

Evan

Evan doesn’t have to deal with periods anymore, but when he did have them he relied on exercise to help! Yoga’s a great cooldown for a workout but relaxing the muscles also helps a lot with cramps.

If you’re willing, he’ll roll out two yoga mats and show you every move he knows that’ll help. If you’re into it he’d be so so into a workout date. When you aren’t in pain of course.

His main focus is trying to make you feel better, obviously. But if he happens to show off how strong and flexible he is while doing it, that’s a bonus :)

Afterwards, he makes some snacks and lets you pick out something from his movie collection, and you two snuggle in a blanket on the couch.

Jay

Jay’s also got firsthand experience here! His ideal way of dealing with cramps was just laying down face first on his bed, directly on top of a heating pad. If you want that, boy does he have a set up for you!

He preferred to be left alone when he was in the worst of cramps, so he might assume you would want that too. He’s set up his bed all nice for you, just grab his sleeve before he can leave and tug him in to cuddle beside you.

He brings his laptop to bed so you guys can spend all day watching YouTube videos and going on random internet forums. You guys have fallen down so many obscure internet drama rabbit holes.

Brian

Brian knows what he’s doing in caring for you! He’s as knowledgeable as he can be on a thing he hasn’t experienced. He’s the only guy on this list who hasn’t had a period.

As soon as you bring it up he’s asking what he can do for you, you need pain killers? Favorite drink or a treat? You just wanna cuddle in bed for a while? He’s getting out extra blankets and pillows right now.

He’s also taking care of anything you have to do around the house. He’s not letting you do chores, you’re literally bleeding, lay back down!

What do the guys do when asked to get pads/tampons?

Forgets what you wanted, grabs the first thing they see: HABIT

Remembers and gets what you asked for: Jay

Remembers what you asked for but sends a “What size pussy you got” text cause they think it’s funny: Evan, Brian

#everymanhybrid x reader #Marble hornets x reader #creepypasta x reader #HABIT x reader #HABIT emh x reader #brian thomas x reader #evan myers x reader #Evan emh x reader #everymanhybrid #marble hornets #Zombie writes #This ones a little shorter than I wanted but I’m actively writing this on desk at work lmao #If you say “pick whoever” Ill choose habit 100% of the time lol #Jay Merrick x reader

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jimin-jungshook-over-literalbae · 8 months

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Cramps

When Lee Know gets home from work, he finds that his Omega hasn’t come downstairs all day.

Pairing: Stray Kids Lee Know x Reader

Genre: Werewolf, ABO, Fluff

Minho’s POV

The chilly winter air follows him in, a few stray snowflakes melting into his hair. He closes the door quickly, stomping off his feet and unwinding his scarf. Hyunjin sits on the same spot on the couch as he did this morning, his sketchbook settled in his lap. He’s hunched over his drawing, his fingers moving in delicate movements. A quick scent of the air reveals that everyone else is home, though some of the scents are fainter than others.

“Where’s my Omega?” Minho hangs up his scarf and shucks off his jacket, hanging it up too. His shoes are then lined up and he puts on his slippers.

“Hyung, we literally have three Omegas, you have to be more specific than that,” Hyunjin’s voice holds no venom, his voice slightly vague. He has a hard time answering questions when he’s drawing, or holding a conversation.

“You know exactly who I mean,” Minho rolls his eyes.

“She’s still asleep. I checked on her earlier and she was still in her nest. I think she’s not feeling well today,” Chan sticks his head through the doorway to the kitchen, his hair just a little bit wild.

“I’ll go check on her,” Minho sighs and runs his hand through his faintly damp hair, trudging up the stairs and pausing outside the door.

He knocks faintly and when there’s no response, he pushes it open. Just the top of her head is poking out of the pile of blankets, the pile faintly rising and falling with her breathing. A faint scent in the air combined with her own sweet scent lets him know exactly what’s going on. He hums and perches on the edge of the bed, just outside of the nest. He gently runs his fingers through her hair, letting her nuzzle into his hand.

“Baby, are you cramping today?” He asks softly, pressing a kiss to her temple. She nods against his hand, a small pout on her lips,” Want Alpha to cuddle you? Use my hands like a heating pad?”

“Please,” She says softly, scooting forward to allow him to crawl in behind her.

He’s faintly glad he wore sweatpants today so he doesn’t have to worry about wearing jeans to bed as he climbs in behind her. She has a bad habit of trying to suffer in silence. She worries so much about the idea that we’ll worry about her that if she doesn’t feel well, she would rather hide it. Sometimes, she gets really bad cramps when she’s on her period and she just suffers through. Since werewolves have higher body temps, when she feels crappy, sometimes she’ll let me use my hands like a mini space heater to help with the pain.

“I’ve got you,” He says softly, nuzzling into her hair. The shirt she’s wearing is obnoxiously big on her so it’s probably Changbin’s. It falls off of one shoulder, which he quickly presses a kiss to. His hands slide under the shirt to rest on her lower stomach, feeling her jump a little,” Sorry, I just got him so they’re a little chilly.”

“S’okay. Love you Alpha,” She mumbles, her face pressed into the pillow.

“Love you too, babygirl. We’re gonna nap for an hour and then you have to come downstairs and eat something, okay?” He presses a kiss to the back of her head,” I know you don’t like to eat when you’re cramping but you need something in your stomach. At least some soup or something.”

A small purr leaves her in response as he falls back asleep in his arms. He feels better now that she’s back in his arms. He could feel through the bound that she felt uncomfortable today but he had to work so he didn’t have time to come home and check on her. Now, with her here, everything is fine. Then he can check on the rest of his packmates after their nap as his gentle Omega’s gentle purrs lull him to sleep.

Something small but I hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!

#stray kids Drabble #stray kids lee know #stray kids lee Minho #stray kids lee know Drabble #stray kids werewolf #stray kids abo #stray kids fluff

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sutherkins · 11 months

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what dating peter sutherland is like part two 💌

• be prepared to have everything done for you whether you ask him to do it or not

• did you offhandedly mention the list of chores you need to do? dont worry about it, peters got it covered

• he likes to cook for you

• before he started dating you, he actually had no clue how to cook anything that wasnt super simple like boxed pasta

• in the early stages of the relationship he took cooking classes to get better and while hes not a professional, he can make you some pretty good homemade meals

• in return, you like to exercise your hobby for baking and make him a lot of sweet treats

• he loves watching competitive baking/cooking shows and no one can tell me otherwise

• you both love to watch them together and will wait until both of you are free to catch up on any episodes you missed

• he’s extremely supportive

• going to a pride parade? he’s there to support you (and everyone there) and have fun!

• a protest perhaps? he’ll stand right next to you with his own sign

• he loves dogs

• he loves being in nature

• any time he gets hurt he recites the names of his favorite basketball players to distract himself from the pain

• his favorite place to be is with you at his cabin

• he loves to give you gifts every once in a while especially if he notices that you’ve been eyeing something specific but havent gotten it for yourself yet

• staying in with you is his preferred way to have a date, hes not fond of being around people too much

• he’ll 100% take you to a restaurant, fancy or otherwise, if you want him to

• most of the time theyre diners or small businesses

• peter knows what having a panic attack is like so he for sure will help you out and have techniques and methods for you to try when you’re having one yourself

• this is inspired by @underoospeterparker wonderful period comfort fic that i requested and its that he will literally take care of Everything

• he’ll put a pad in your underwear for you so it’s all ready to go when you need it

• he’ll warm up a heating pad as soon as you ask

• buys you your favorite snacks and some extra pads or tampons (or whatever you use) when you start your period

• peter is like a human furnace so you like to lay on top of him like he’s a living heating pad for your tummy — he enjoys it very much

• he drives you to your therapy appointments and waits in the car until youre done

• he never asks what you talk about in therapy but you usually tell him anyway

• there arent really any secrets between the two of you

• there might have been some things neither of you wanted to talk about at first but eventually you both share them with one another

• peter is actually really funny and always tries to make you laugh

• playing against you is the only time he feels like he’s good at basketball 😭

• “you’re the one who didnt get into the nba!”

• “at least im tall enough to qualify!”

• he pokes fun at your short stature whenever he can

• peter is 6ft tall so he towers over you

• as hot as he thinks you look when you’re wearing his clothes he also finds it hilarious because theyre so long on you

• shirts? they reach your knees

• pants? always have to be rolled up at your hip otherwise you’ll step on the fabric at the bottom and trip yourself (you did this once and peter was very concerned but also couldnt stop laughing)

• he doesnt look after himself the way you think he should, so you’re always paying attention and making sure he’s eating/hydrating when he needs to and getting enough sleep

• i feel like one year for halloween you make him dress like spiderman because they have the same name and you dress as mary jane and do the iconic upside down spiderman kiss

• you’ve basically christened every single room in his apartment

• he might not like every single hobby you have or everything you have an interest in but he’ll always participate if you ask and you do the same for him

• you own skin safe markers and sometimes when you get bored you like to color in his tattoos. he actually really enjoys it and finds it relaxing

• speaking of tattoos

• when he realizes that you’re the one for him and that he wants to be with you for the rest of his life, he gets a tattoo of your initials on his arm

• when you find out about the tattoo you immediately book an appointment for yourself so you can get his initials tattooed on your hip or maybe your wrist

• when he sees it for the first time he thinks its so sexy that you have his initials permanently on your skin that he makes you orgasm like 5 times

• he knows you love homemade personal care products (soap, bath bombs, things like that) and will buy them for you all the time

• you always call him on your way home from work or whatever it is your doing that day and if you’re stressed he’ll set up a relaxing bath for you for when you get home

• and he goes all out

• he goes through your stash of products and even has new ones ready to add to your collection, a nice lavender bath bomb, some rose petals, ect

• he sets up a speaker to play relaxing music and even puts a small table next to the tub thats got some of your favorite snacks on it along with a bottle of water

• he loves to cuddle

• he is literally so needy when it comes to you and just wants any kind of affection he can get from you

#peter sutherland #peter sutherland x reader #peter sutherland x you #peter sutherland fanfic #peter sutherland fanfiction #the night agent #the night agent fanfic #the night agent fanfiction #sunshine boy #gabriel basso #peter sutherland headcanons

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writerpetals · 1 year

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; optional female lead smut | ☁️

She has you wrapped around her pinky finger with every move, every touch, every kiss against your lips… and anywhere else she wishes in the moment. The two of you shouldn’t be hidden away in your office at your company’s holiday party, but after a few drinks and boring conversation with your co-workers, she pulled you away quietly to have some fun.

“Do you want me to get fired?” you whisper, though there shouldn’t be anyone else on the top floor of your building at this hour. Your co-workers and bosses are downstairs mingling, drinking, and eating everything but the potato salad as bland holiday music mixes with their voices and she can only giggle at your worry. “If someone finds us up here… like this…”

Like this would be with your back pressed against your office door, her hands roaming your body, her lips pressing to every inch of skin you currently have uncovered. Damn your red, button down dress shirt. At least your skirt is shorter than usual, and she notices the moment her hands reach for your thighs.

“You worry too much, babe,” she says casually, as if her body isn’t pressed hard against your own. As if your nipples aren’t aching from needing to get her home and the throbbing between your thighs isn’t screaming at you to let her continue. Damn the alcohol, too. “Everyone’s drunk downstairs. You think anyone will actually walk up here to see me playing with your pussy?”

With that, she snakes one hand between your thighs. Instantly, your body reacts, rolling your hips against the fingers that press to the base of your panties. Instinctively, your legs part for her, but with her body so close to your own, one of your knees press between her own thighs beneath her dress. The contact must have been obvious from the way she releases a soft moan, eyes closing as her fingers toy with your clothed slit.

“Kinda wanna make you come,” she giggles the words. Always the mischievous one, of course she would put you in such a situation. Not that you can complain when her hand begins to feel beyond amazing, but maybe it’s the alcohol talking. Or maybe it’s the fact that you’re sneaking around, any moment the threat of getting caught on the back of your mind. She moans again, and suddenly you feel the heat of her own pussy pressing against the thigh that was shoved between her legs. “I wanna make you moan, even though you should be quiet in case someone can hear. We both know how loud you can get when I fuck your pussy with my fingers, baby.”

As she speaks, she slips your panties to one side to uncover your swollen slit. Carefully, she eases the pads of her fingers over your flesh, earning a shiver racing down your spine in return. As she does so, she begins moving her hips against your body, the heat of her folds pressing against the exposed flesh of your thigh. You think you can feel her arousal soaking through her panties already, but with the way she teases you with her fingers and words, you just aren’t sure. Your body is beginning to get just as overwhelmed as your mind as she slips her fingers over your slit, back and forth, playing with your pussy just like she said she would.

“You’re literally evil, you know that?” You groan the question in its playful manner, eyes closing and head falling back against the door. You can never deny her. After all, you’re wrapped around her in all the best ways, and decide to give in even if there’s a risk of getting caught. You hike your leg a little higher, pressing your thigh against her body to have a quiet gasp fill the dim office. Reaching for her, you pull her closer, feeling her completely against you, wet heat grinding over you.

“You love me,” she giggles again just before she begins to ease two of her fingers inside you. You feel her dip the tips into your juices for a moment, gathering up the honey on her flesh before she sinks the digits into your cunt. Another gasp fills the office, but now it’s from you.

“I do,” you reply in a groan, brow creasing, lips falling open. Now you’re the one to roll your hips against her as she rides your thigh. Soft little moans spill from her lips, getting lost in the pleasure but she doesn’t stall her motions.

A tightened grip on her hip encourages her to continue pressing her pussy against you, arousal soaking through her panties, coating your flesh as she works herself against your thigh. She leans closer, head falling into the crook of your neck, lips pressing to your throat as she becomes desperate. Soft, breathless whimpers fill your ear when she presses down against you, becoming greedy for pleasure as the moment takes hold.

She doesn’t stop fucking you with her fingers, however. She buries the digits deep within your dripping walls, earning just as many soft moans and quiet whimpers of her name. The bliss takes hold, no longer caring about the alcohol, or the party downstairs, or anyone that might intrude on the moment. You’re lost in the pleasure she offers, only wanting to reach your end as she does the same.

“Feels so good,” you tell her with a strained tongue. The heat swells in the pit of your stomach. Every time she thrusts her fingers deeper, her palm presses against your clit, massaging your flesh in the best way possible. The sensations leave your body trembling, feeling even more intense pleasure from the position of both of your bodies.

“I’m getting close,” she moans into your ear, so breathless and urgent it sends goosebumps flooding your skin as a surge of red hot heat courses through you. Her motions between your thighs become desperate to bring you closer to the edge as she grinds her dripping cunt over your thigh. You feel her trembling against you, holding her close by her waist to encourage her quick, dire movements. “Fuck… feels so good,” she cries out, the words mumbled on her lips as she brings herself that much closer to orgasm.

“Come for me, baby,” you whisper the words, putting your pleasure aside because she’s made herself a complete mess riding your thigh. “Let me feel your pussy against me when you come, baby… just like that.”

The sinful words seem to do the trick as she releases a sudden gasp into the air. Her body suddenly goes slack against you as she cries out in pleasure, hips moving until she loses all control. The pleasure takes hold as she comes undone against your thigh, head falling to your shoulder, heavy breaths filling your ear until she grows too weak.

You soothe her down with kisses against her temple, forgetting just how close you were to your own end to care for her for a moment.

“Oh my God,” she begins giggling quietly, still a little breathless, “my legs are still shaking.” Chuckling at that, you look into her eyes the moment she raises her head to peek at you. There’s a glossiness to her gaze. From the alcohol and the pleasure, you’re sure sleep is setting in, but she isn’t quite done with you yet.

Suddenly, her hand that went slack is finding its way back to your pussy. Her fingers press to your slit, finding your swollen, aching clit quickly enough to begin massaging circles into your flesh.

“You’re so wet,” she whispers, biting her lip for a second to hold back another giggle. “Mm, if we were home I would be tasting your pussy until you come on my tongue.” It doesn’t take her long to recover the strength to become so devilish with her words once again. You know it’s only to work you up, to get you back to that spot that you were at before she came.

And it’s doing wonders as she plays with your clit. You feel the tension coiling once more, the heat swelling. Your hips move with her motions, quick and urgent as she pleasures you.

“Would you like that?” She asks unprompted, knowing what her words can do to you. “Maybe I should do it anyway. I bet you would like it if someone saw my tongue buried between your thighs.”

You can barely think straight thanks to her words filling your head and her hand between your legs. She quickens her pace, drawing small circles into your flesh. Messy sounds fill the room thanks to the increasing arousal dripping down your thighs for her. You’re so lost in pleasure, knowing it won’t take much more for you to topple over the edge of bliss.

“I bet you taste so yummy right now, so wet and so close to coming. I can feel you shaking, baby.” She giggles again, taunting you with every deliciously evil syllable until you can take no more.

Your thighs tighten around her hand just as the warmth barrels from your pussy to reach every inch of your body. The pleasure comes on so suddenly, so strong you feel weak in the knees, doubling over to lean against her body to ride the wave of bliss. She plays with your clit as you do so, loving how you moan her name, ego fueled by you whimpering how good it feels. She enjoys every second of watching you become a complete mess, dipping over her flesh, calling out for her breathlessly until it all becomes too much.

You push her hand away softly. She giggles in return before leaving kisses against your lips. Your breaths are heavy and you can barely stand up straight, mumbling something about needing to get home immediately, and she agrees, giving you another quick kiss against your lips before leading you out of your office.

#blackpink smut #marvel smut #twilight smut #harry potter smut #jennie smut #twice smut #dreamcatcher smut #red velvet smut #itzy smut #mamamoo smut #aespa smut #jisoo smut #girl group smut #gidle smut

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thedevilinmybrain · 9 months

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louis fucks harry so hard he literally can’t walk

"Are you alright?" Niall asks, hands the steaming mug of breakfast tea over to Harry. He's propped up on the couch in the lounge, heating pad on against his lower spine, looks a little pinched around the eyes and Niall is concerned.

"Yeah, just a long night." Harry dismisses, takes the cuppa with a grateful nod, sips at the edge with a small grimace.

"Why? Did you and Louis fight? You went to bed so early." Niall slumps down on the other end of the couch, notices immediately when Harry lets out a soft grunt, flinching hard. "What happened?"

"I'm just-" Harry pauses, licks over his lips slowly, considering. It's not like Niall is a saint. He's done some fucking wild things on tour. It's just, well, Harry isn't sure he wants to ruin Niall's perception of their fellow band mate this early in the morning.

"Harry, hey, I won't judge. If something is going on-" Niall swallows a little, reaches out to touch Harry's knee. "Did…Did he hurt you? I know Louis rough houses a bit with the rest of us but I never thought he'd get violent-"

"No! Oh no!" Harry immediately shouts, shaking his head. "No! Of course not. Louis would never. Has never."

"I didn't think he would but I just wanted to be sure! I read online that even people closest to a couple will miss signs of abuse." Niall gasps, shocked as Harry lets out a loud laugh.

"Nialler, you're such a sweetheart. Louis stepped on my foot yesterday and nearly had an aneurysm. I don't think we have to worry about that, ever, at all.," Harry rolls his eyes, "He doesn't hurt me unless…um."

"Oh."

The silence stretches and both boys stare in opposite directions. There isn't any judgement between them, not anymore, but it just lingers there.

"I can't really walk." Harry coughs a little awkward, scratching his nose.

"Damn. Was it-" Niall clears his throat. "Was it good at least?"

"Oh yeah. For sure. One of the top shags we've done." Harry is quick to nod. "Just on the mend today is all."

"Well that's good. I'm happy for you." Niall nods, pats Harry's knee in the way an awkward father might congratulate his son. "Good for Louis then too? Excellent form."

"Yeah, he's great. The best. I'll let him know you give him praise." Harry smirks wide when Niall's face goes pink.

"No, mate, I don't think that's necessary. I'm good, thanks."

#fuckfest friday

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wildfloweroutlaw · 2 years

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Self Care

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pairing: Arthur Morgan X Reader

drabble: fluff, Arthur being a sweet soft boy, somewhat of an established relationship

summary: after a long day you decide to unwind with your nightly routine, which peaks Arthur’s interest.

a/n: i’ve literally never wrote anything outside of things for school but i’ve been wanting to get into writing more. so i had to do my first ever piece on my boy arty <3 this was just for fun, and if it’s terrible grammatically or otherwise i apologize! feel free to give pointers. i don’t think any descriptors are given for reader other than they wear makeup.

word count: 727 words, short and sweet.

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Taking a seat at your desk you peer into the mirror, eyes scanning over your face. It had been a particularly hot day today, face still sticky with sweat, makeup a bit smudged. With towel in hand you began to wipe away the day, cleansing your skin of any makeup, dirt, grime or sweat. Following that up with your favorite part, moisturizer. Carefully you began to work the product into your skin, reveling in the refreshing feeling. So much so you failed to notice Arthur had been watching you.

His large frame was propped against the doorway, arms crossed, eyes curiously taking in your actions. “What‘chu doin darlin?”, his deep voice broke the silence of the room.

Hands still working away you answered, “nothin’… just a little pampering before bed”. There was a long pause as Arthur mulled over something or another.

“Could ya… could ya do me next?”, He shifted on his feet a bit, clearing his throat. He felt a little embarrassed for asking, though he knew he shouldn’t. Not with you at least.

Smiling to yourself in the mirror, you quickly hopped up and patted the seat where you once sat. “Sure, come sit”. Arthur made his way over and rather awkwardly plopped down in the chair, the wood creaking under his weight. You stifled a giggle, not wanting to add to any embarrassment. You’ve found over the past few months he’s actually quite shy. You plucked his trusty hat from his head, placing it on your own and took your place behind the chair. You wet a towel and began to go to work, giving Arthur the same treatment you did yourself.

“So… what’s this do?”, Arthur asked inquisitively eyes meeting yours in the mirror.

“Supposed to be good for your skin. Really it’s just relaxing and I always feel better when I spend a little extra time on myself.” you answered without pausing your motions. “And you got a pretty face Arthur Morgan. You should be taking good care of it”. You move around to the side to have better access to said pretty face.

At this he chuckled a bit, unable to see what you see. “Well I don’t know about all that. Jus’ looked nice is all…”, he said with a small shrug, eyes falling to study the various items strewn across your desk. Truthfully he still felt embarrassed about the situation. This wasn’t necessarily the most “macho” activity in the world, not that he felt he needed to be that persona around you but still. On top of that, he was taking time out of your night for this. He knows how hard you work and you must be tired. Was it selfish of him to ask?

“Close your eyes for me baby”, your tender voice brings him out of his spiraling thoughts, and he does as you say. Although, he still can’t get used to that pet name you’ve given him, and he felt the usual heat rise to his cheeks. You begin to massage the moisturizer into his skin, starting around his eyes and working your way up to his forehead and back down. The soft pads of your fingers glide over the scars on his nose and chin, you tel yourself you’ll have to kiss those later. You notice Arthur sigh softly, head lolling back slightly. “Feel good?”

“Mmmhmm… now I get why you like this”, he murmurs, eyes still peacefully closed, hands relaxed in his lap. It was nice seeing Arthur so at ease, so tranquil. Lord knows he carry’s the weight of the world and then some on his broad shoulders. A little bit of self care every now and then would do the man some good.

“Well Mr. Morgan you’re all done”, you say, wiping your hands off and moving around to the back of the chair. You gently run your fingers through his hair, sweeping it back. “What’d ya think?”

Arthur tilts his head back, beautiful blue green eyes staring up at you. “I think I could get used to that”. His large hand comes up to gently lift his hat off your head, placing it in his lap.

You chuckled slightly and leaned down to press a kiss to lips, then his cheeks, then his forehead, and then both scars as you had promised yourself. “That can very well be arranged”.

#arthur morgan #arthur x reader #arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x gn reader #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption x reader

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formosusiniquis · 1 year

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things i know/things i want to learn

also on ao3 if you want the full smut experience, otherwise this stands on its own

He knows it's crazy. He knows it borders on batshit even. He knows it's weird and obsessive and, frankly, a little unhealthy.

But Nancy Wheeler started it.

Nancy Wheeler who is scary and prim and proper. Nancy Wheeler who had his hand in her lap last week, painting his nails a regal navy blue because it was the closest Nancy Wheeler had to black. Nancy Wheeler who spent the time their nails were drying chatting at him, like the Upside Down had spit him out solely so she would have a gal pal she could talk about boys with -- a first, he imagined, if his memory of Barbara Holland was at all accurate. Nancy Wheeler who said, "Jon is sweet, and he tries so I feel bad for even thinking it, but he just doesn't have as much fun when he's down there and you can tell. I mean, you know, when Steve did that thing he does with his tongue-"

Eddie has been running that particular sentence fragment through his head for the last week.

That thing with his tongue.

Has fun.

You know.

Cause the thing is, he decidedly does not know. He has never come anywhere near the realm of knowing. He would love to know exactly what he has done to make his new sort of friend, sort of nemesis and obvious flame of Steve's still burning affection think that he has any fucking inkling of a clue what kind of shit Steve 'always goes down' Harrington does with his tongue.

It's all he can think about.

Eddie is but a man. A man who has been forced by the fascist government and their pet doctors to stop smoking and give up most of the other addictive substances that he partook in for the sake of his admittedly shaky health. A man who has had these demands enforced by the much more effective puppy eyes of one Steve 'stop calling me mom, remember I was cool once' Harrington. A man who has an addictive personality, comes by it honest, and having given up smoking and drinking and the occasional bump -- anything from nature's bounty stays of course, he's not a total fucking loser -- has needed something new to latch onto.

Thank you Nancy 'I can only orgasm from oral' Wheeler for helping him straight onto the high that is staring at Steve Harrington and his pretty pink mouth.

I can tell he isn't having fun, not like Steve.

This thing with his tongue.

You know.

He wants to know.

The second thing, and it's barely a thing at all these days, is he does technically have some of the same shit going on that Wheeler does. A little bit less now. If there's a silver lining to this whole bat thing it's that, though he may be a nipple short, he lost enough of one tit to sweet talk his way into government funded top surgery, just to even things out. A just as silver lining, he was saved from the awkward 'guess what I'm trans' conversation thanks to the bat induced blood loss. When the older teens found him and Dustin, one of them in hysterics the other clinging to this mortal coil with both fists as best he could; and used the remains of a shirt that had seen better weeks to staunch the bleeding from his neck only to reveal that his own rippling pectorals had a different bounce than Steve 'at least I got to see his chest before I die' Harrington's. There wasn't any time for anything other than 'if he's still bleeding he's still alive let's move.'

They haven't talked about it.

He is fine not talking about it.

Prefers his acceptance this way actually. He knows he has a heating pad with his name, literally, on it at the Harrington abode, along with some other necessities. The only acknowledgement of his situation at all, that heating pad that's tucked away in the same drawer as Robin's -- also with her name on it like Steve doesn't trust them to share.

He would like to talk about it a little now. Now that he's been cleared for moderate exertion by a very mean physical therapist who enjoys inflicting so much misery on him that he's thinking of scrapping the black hanky all together. Cause he'd really, really like to know about that tongue thing.

Actually, first he'd really, really like to know why Nancy thinks he would already know. Maybe that's what eats at him the most -- second most the bats had actually eaten at him a lot, so he figures he can obsess about this for at least another week before it risks overtaking the literal eating -- that the woman who having had it all, having had Steve 'I know I saw you yesterday, but I missed you' Harrington in her pocket, and gave it away somehow sees something that makes her think Eddie is having sex with her ex-boyfriend on the regular.

She's supposed to be a detective, a real dateline NBC type. How on earth can she be looking at him and not see a starstruck virgin who, yes, is admittedly very, very in love lust with her ex.

And how is she okay with it?

Isn't there a best friend code or something? Not that Eddie would lay claim to that title, and it definitely feels weird ascribing it to Nancy when he's got the hellfire boys; but surely the regular friend code or the we survived a traumatic experience together and now we're inexplicably bonded for life code also has a byline about not sleeping with your compatriot's ex-boyfriends.

Even if she already thinks you know about how he gives good head.

So he just watches instead.

Watches him smile. Watches him pout. Watches him bite and lick and worry. Watches how they shine with something that's definitely more than just spit some days. Watches even closer to see if he can catch what Mabeline magic must be going on them.

He watches and watches and watches.

He has, by virtue of obsession, become the most studied observer of Steve 'absolutely wearing cherry flavored lipgloss' Harrington's mouth. He has also, by virtue of necessity, become the most talented reader of Steve 'seriously, Eddie, do I have something on my face' Harrington's lips.

Which provides him with a very interesting opportunity as he's browsing through the Family Video, looking for his pick for the weekly Big Kids Only movie night and not at all stalking Steve Harrington and his mouth.

"I'm going to ask him."

And Robin says something that involves an eye roll and a finger jabbed into a green polyester vest.

"I know I said it last week, but I mean it this time."

Her eyebrows are raised, so unimpressed she goes back to the counter to do whatever work stuff they supposedly do while they're here.

"I do mean it,” those cherry flavored lips pout, a dignified hand on his hip in the face of Robin’s clear disbelief.

She doesn’t open her mouth to answer this time but the arched brow and quirked smirk are clear enough that even he can make a guess at her response.

“I know I said that too, but I only kind of meant it last week. I actually mean it this time. “

She rolls her eyes, spitting out something quick and no doubt sharp and cutting with a slash of her hand.

“Just watch this.”

By this point Eddie 'hopelessly devoted to Stephan Richard Harrington’ Munson had actually stopped even pretending to be browsing the movie offerings of the sainted Family Video. He had in fact been standing with his hands wrapped around a copy of The Last Unicorn watching Steve ‘does this thing with his tongue’ Harrington and his stupid mouth while he gossips with his stupid friend -- sorry, Buckley. A fact Steve must have already made note of, since he’s locking eyes with Eddie from across the store and shaping those soft pink lips into, “Go out with me?”

And that’s…

He does this thing with his tongue, you know.

You know.

Maybe he didn’t then, and maybe he doesn’t know why Nancy ‘shit we might actually be friends, I can never let her find out about this’ Wheeler thought he already would.

But if he plays his cards right, he might find out very, very soon.

#steddie #steddie fic #my fic #trans eddie munson #if you do pursue the smut be warned author is ace and a virgin #author is also not cis but not on t #so i feel like those may be their own content warnings of a kind #sometimes you just have a bunch of dialogue you want to use #and then when youre using you realize the hard way there has to be sex to transition between them #this is a nancy and eddie friendship blog #i do think nancy needs someone to talk about boys with who isnt her exbf or her current bf #but also nancy needs someone who will force her to have fun and act her own age #eddie is dragging nancy kicking and screaming toward confronting her trauma about having age appropriate fun #and i did accidentally just give myself a new plot thought in the tags of my own fic oops #eddie forcing the original monster hunter trio who have all grown up to fast to enjoy the teen years they lost?#now im turning my tags into my notes app

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Day 28 - Life Day Damerey Celebration

Prompt: Together

Summary: Rey and Poe are stuck in a dead ship in the middle of space.

Warnings: Fluff and feelings brought about by fear of death

A03

“I’m sorry.”

Rey looked over at the man sitting next to her. They were huddled up together on the bench seat on the starboard side of the little cruiser. Rey had her feet up on the bench and was hugging her knees, while Poe had his arm wrapped around her shoulders. The temperature inside the ship was just above freezing and was slowly dropping, but Rey knew that wasn’t a concern.

The fact that they were also slowly running out of oxygen was a bit more distressing.

“It’s not your fault,” Rey told Poe quietly. “You didn’t know that patrol would be there. I think you did an amazing job getting us away.”

And he had. He had flown this ship, an older model that was unknown to him until they had ‘borrowed’ it for this mission, brilliantly. The First Order patrol didn’t have any reason to hassle them, as their forged credentials were perfect, but they didn’t need a reason. They were in control and they were bored. When they didn’t like Poe’s answers to their questions, they had announced they were detaining them and were sending a boarding party. With the two storage containers full of weapons on board, Rey and Poe could not let that happen.

Poe had made a run for it, and he had succeeded in ducking and dodging the resulting laser fire for the most part. But one lucky shot had hit them just as Poe jumped to hyperspace. They had made it maybe about ten seconds into the jump when the ship fell out of hyperspace. For over an hour, Rey had helped Poe try and make repairs to the ship, but there was nothing they could do. Everything was fried. Engines, communications, life support.

The ship was literally dead in space.

The little stolen cruiser had nothing in the way of emergency life support. No space suits, no thermal blankets, no filtration masks with oxygen attached.

After determining there was nothing more to do, they had settled close together on the bench, sharing each other’s body heat.

“In a way, it is my fault,” Poe argued. “I was the one who wanted to stop here for supplies that aren’t necessities.” A contact had informed them that a supporter had a large number of data pads and other clerical equipment available. While these things would come in handy with the growing Resistance, they weren’t essential.

“You were just tired of Leia complaining about our equipment,” Rey said with a smile. “You’re just trying to make her life easier.”

“Yeah, and look were that got us.”

Rey shrugged. “Well, I could say something profound like ‘we’re all going to die at some point,’ but I don’t think you want to hear that.”

Poe snorted.

“At least we’re together,” Rey added softly. She rested her head on his shoulder. She could already feel herself getting light-headed.

“Isn’t there a… thing… you can do with the Force?” Poe asked. “Where you can go into a coma, or something?”

Rey lifted her head and looked at him, shock filling her. “What?”

“You can do that,” Poe continued, his eyes huge and worried. “Maybe you can survive until help comes.”

“We don’t know that help is coming,” Rey argued. The Resistance knew what planet they had been heading to, but the odds of them being found lightyears away from there were beyond astronomical. Poe had engaged the emergency beacon in his pack, but it was meant for use on planet surfaces, not the middle of space. “Besides, I’m not leaving you alone.”

“Rey, if there is even the slightest chance of you living through this…”

“No!” She laid her head back on his shoulder, effectively ending the debate.

“You’re so stubborn,” he whispered.

“And you love me all the more for it.”

“I do,” he confirmed. “I do love you.”

Rey felt tears forming in her eyes at his words. Though they had become more than friends over a month ago, he had never said those words to her.

“I love you, too, Poe.”

She felt him kiss the top of her head, and she squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the tears slide down her cheeks. She started to slide into sleep when she felt something almost like a poke on her brain. It woke her up, and she struggled to focus. She recognized the feeling, now. She looked at Poe, who had also been fading into sleep, as he became alert to her tension.

“What is it?”

“Leia,” Rey breathed. “She found us.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, the Millennium Falcon appeared in the viewport.

“Well, it looks like we’re getting out of this after all,” Poe grinned.

Rey smiled back. “Together.”

#fanfiction #damerey #jedipilot #poe x rey #threat of death #comfort #confessions

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