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oifaaa · 1 year
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Tim watches ben Shapiro
Now hang on there Tim used to watch Ben shapiro we gotta recognise the little growth Tim has had as a character it reinforces good behaviour
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sixsoulssnuffed · 7 months
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2 for everyone
oooo this is a fun one
Rosy - Friends are weird. They prefer the term 'partner' for most. A work based relationship. Friend was once a loose and readily given word, but now? Now they have trouble with it. They don't like admitting attachment.
Ribbon - So who Ribbon calls a friend and who Ribbon actually considers a friend are two VERY different concepts.
Ribbon calls most people she's on semi-positive terms with friend outwardly, but she's very, very selective with who she actually considers a friend. She's had exactly three friends her entire life; one of whom is dead, one of whom she's not allowed to see anymore, and the other who wants nothing to do with her anymore. Friend is 'someone I love and who I trust enough to be even a little bit mask off with'. That's an exceptionally rare category.
Huggy - Huggy is 8 and most 8 year old's concept of a friend is like 'person I met just now who i like/likes me'. YOU, anon, are Huggy's friend.
Fain - Friend is whoever Fain likes, regardless of whether or not they like her back, or if there's any rapport between them. Enemy likewise is anyone she dislikes.
Foggy - Friend is a fickle thing. For the most part, Foggy also has a disconnect between 'person I call friend' and 'person I think of as friend'. He's nowhere near as selective as Ribbon, because his hesitancy comes more from the fear that someone is deceiving him than any lack of real attachment on his end. If anything, Foggy has a tendency to become extremely attached to others, but living so long in a state where he had trouble viewing people - including himself - as people, has kind of warped that. In other words, Foggy probably thinks of you as a friend before you EVER think of him as one, but whether or not he believes you are ALSO his friend will take a while.
Simmer - Outwardly, Simmer is a friend to everyone. Inwardly, the answer to this directly corresponds to how bad of a paranoia episode they're having.
Cruz - Cruz has ONE (1) friend and it's Foggy. Unlike Foggy or Ribbon however, he's honest about his feelings, and how selective he is, and how much weight that word has to him. It's hard enough to become someone Cruz likes; to be a friend is a whole other thing entirely. Jessi can probably be a friend someday, but she's not there yet.
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waterunning · 2 years
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You are gay as can b love that for you
i am much too in love with every woman i know for this to ever be true but happy pride month my friend
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angelltheninth · 8 months
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I’m sorry I’m making another horny request-
Desperate, loud, rough, vocal sex with Diluc cause HDJSJSJDJKW
Never say sorry for your horny requests Anon.
Pairing: Diluc x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, loud sex, dick riding, kissing, dirty talk, sneaking away, vocal!Diluc
A/N: Horny requests are always welcome here.
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Looking back, teasing Diluc during work hours turned out to be an amazing idea, it was the only way you could get him so riled up to actually drag your ass into the supply closet
"Think you're funny?" Without much hesitation he pressed your hand against his erection, letting you feel how warm he is over his pants, "You better be ready to take all of this. I'm not going out there with a hard-on."
No complains from you, you always wanted him, "Horny little mess for me. Fuck." There was a puddle in your underwear already
All his talk meant nothing, his bravado was gone as soon as his cock was enveloped in your tight walls
There wasn't much in the supply closet he could sit on beside a crate, he didn't have much faith in his legs once you hopped on his dick
"So good, darling, keep it up. I need you, so fucking bad, I need to... let it out. All in your womb." He couldn't keep quiet, whimpering, his cock slotting perfectly into your cunt, "Yeah, like that, all of it. Mmm, ride me, ride me, let me hear what your cunt sounds like when its taking all this cock."
Vocal, unhinged, desperate Diluc was your favorite, to see your normally calm boyfriend this needy and enjoying what you were doing so much
You could have let him moan if you were all lone, as much as he wanted, as loud as he wanted but there was a risk now
Someone could have heard him, if they walked in they would see Diluc balls deep inside you, "Then maybe you should shut me up." Diluc challanged and you met him half-way, swallowinh his sounds
And just in time for your pussy to take the warm load of his cum
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tarjapearce · 8 months
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Lips anon! I'm learning from friends and duolingo lol but I still have a long way to go! Oooh imagine Miguel being furious another parent of another kid on Gabi's team shitalking about her in spanish. About how she's bossy for a girl and that she needs to pipe down and know her place. Mama tries to calm him down but fighting words commence lol
That's a good way to start. Best of lucks ✨
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"C'mon Gabi!! Get it baby!!!" You couldn't help but cheer her on as she kicked the ball in between her rival's feet, the ball passing between the kid and Gabi kept on leading with the ball.
A trick you had seen her practicing in the porch with Miguel. Your chest swelled with pride as Gabi passed the ball to another teammate, and they earned a score.
Miguel clapped and cheered her on, mid-time beeped and Gabi's team was called for feedback, some changes and tactic discussion.
Miguel walked towards the team, bottle of water in hand along a towel. Gabi's voice clear as she discussed with her team.
"No, no, pass the ball to Reuben, he is faster and you are injured remember? You are good with passes."
The kid only nodded sheepishly as he held his ankle softly.
Miguel's eyes softened upon hearing her lead, and exchange strategies with her team. She then turned to him and hugged him.
"Esa es mi niña." (That's my girl)
"Pappa, can we go to get some pizza later?"
"Of course." He offered the towel for her, which she used to dry her sweat, and the high pitch whistle rang, announcing the second time of the game.
He was making his way back when a voice made him stop in his tracks.
"¿Esa niña otra vez? ¿Porqué no le dan chance a Víctor?" (That kid again? Why Victor isn't getting a chance instead?)
If he could remember, the man was a parent he often saw at the games, always trash talking other kids in spanish, just because his kid was taking separate training and was doing an improvement on the team. Or so he had said.
He never paid attention to him really, or any other parents except you and of course Gabriela. Who had just been pulled a yellow card as a warning for playing a bit too rough.
"¿Ves? Esa niña es demasiado mandona y agresiva. Tiene que relajarse o si no terminará golpeando a todo el equipo contrario." (See? That girl is too bossy and aggressive. She needs to be tamed down or else she'll end up hitting the whole rival team)
That made his eye twitch in anger.
How dared he speaking about his daughter like this? A blatant disrespect he couldn't allow. He turned on his back and made his way towards the father.
Eyes hardened and fixed on the man that caught his presence a little too late as Miguel loomed over him.
"¿Qué dijiste de mi hija, cabrón?" (What did you just said about my daughter, fucker?)
Even though his tone was calm, each word he spilled were almost biting.
"That she needs to be tamed down." Despite the man's apparent bravado Miguel could hint the crack in his voice.
"¿Porqué no me repites lo que dijiste en mi cara, eh?" (Why don't you repeat what you just said to my face?)
At this point the cheerings had stopped to focus on the exchange between Miguel and the other kid's dad. Your heart leaped to your throat as you saw Miguel almost bearing his teeth at the man as his lips moved angrily.
"Fuck." You approached
"¿Te crees muy chingón para andar insultando a los hijos de los demás, sólo porque crees que nadie te entiende?" (You think you're brave to insult other's kids just cause you think none understands you?)
"Necesitas relajarte, amigo" (You need to relax, man)
The man seemed to hold a hand, creating space between them, the kids had stopped playing as they also focused on what was going on.
You held his hand and tried to pull him away.
"Let's go" You mumbled but his angered self ignored you.
"No soy tu amigo, pendejo. Y escúchame bien, cabrón. Si vuelvo a oir que le estás faltando el respeto a mi hija o a los otros niños te voy a partir la madre." (I'm not your fucking friend. And listen to me very well, you fucker. If I hear you disrespecting my kid or the others, I'll fuck you up.)
The whistle of the referee and other parents had to create more space in between, the tension between the both was palpable enough, you felt his hand gripping yours tighter.
The referee whistled again, resuming the game, cheerings and clapping slowly returned as the kids played.
"What happened?!"
"He was speaking shit of Gabriela. Hopefully he'll know now that I can understand him pretty fucking well. Talvez así se calla el hocico." (Maybe that way he can shut the fuck up)
You sighed and rubbed his arm, trying to comfort him. He threw glances at the man that only recoiled to his own self whenever he caught Miguel staring at him.
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upsidedownwithsteve · 7 months
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countryclub!Steve Harrington x fem!reader requested by anon 18+
Steve had dismissed the cabin crew an hour ago. 
The private jet was cruising smoothly over the North Atlantic, nothing but blue beneath you. You’d already been served dinner, a bottle of Chardonnay shared over the mahogany table and your feet curled up in the cream lounger. . You’d watched over the rim of your glass as Steve’s gaze got heavier, darker, eyes slipping from yours to watch the way your bare legs shifted against the silk of your skirt, the way you rubbed your thighs together. 
The privacy screen between the cabin and the cockpit was closed and Steve finally cracked when you tilted your head at him and smiled knowingly. He was still dressed from his meeting in Tuscany, cream slacks and white shirt unbuttoned down his chest. He appraised you, mouth parting, thumb toying with his bottom lip. 
“C’mere, honey.”
You did as he asked, albeit slowly, teasingly, like you weren’t aching to take what he was about to give you. So you drained the rest of the wine from your glass and made a show of stretching your arms over your head. A well practised dance, one you’d played before, even in the clouds. 
Steve smirked as he waited, shifting as he grew impatient, legs spread and the outline of his hard cock pressed against his trousers. He watched you, eyes dancing over your frame as you stood and walked to his chair. You could hear the low drone of the cockpit, the beeps from the radar, the buzz of the radio. You dropped yourself into Steve’s lap. 
“Such a pretty girl,” Steve cooed, gathering you closer to him. He smoothed a thumb over the apple of your cheek, dragged it over your bottom lip until it pulled and popped back into place. “Gonna let me fuck you, honey?”
You loved the way the question still made your stomach flip, as did his compliments, his soft touches. But you shook your head, playing coy but Steve caught on quickly when you moved to straddle him, already snapping the leather of his belt as you unbuckled it. 
A soft laugh, a breathy sound, came from the boy’s throat as he leaned in to chase you, kissing at your jaw and chin even as you tried to make him work for it. “Oh, I see how it is,” he pouted. “You gonna make me work for it?”
You nodded, glancing at the closed door to the cabin before you pulled Steve’s cock from his trousers, thick and hard and ready for you. His bravado slipped, eyes stuttering shut and jaw clenching as you pumped him with a warm palm you’d just licked. “You’re gonna fuck me, huh?”
You nodded again, grinning now and Steve knew the drill. He clenched his fists, cheeks already reddening as he rested his hands on the loungers arms. He could only watch, breathless as you rose to your knees and pulled the lace of your own underwear to the side before you sunk down onto him, inch by inch stretching you out. 
You gasped, whining when Steve groaned, watching in awe as his lashes fluttered and his head fell back, neck taught and exposed. You watched the way his throat bobbed and couldn’t help but laugh, just as breathless as your boyfriend had. 
“Nuhuh,” you whispered, delighting in playing Steve’s role in this familiar game. “You gotta watch me, handsome.”
Steve swore, head lifting lazily, pupils blown wide as he stared up at you from where you sat on his lap. His hands were gripping the armrests, knuckles white. “Look,” you cooed sweetly and you made a show of dragging the hem of your dress up, exposing the way your pussy was spread around him, shiny and wet in the sunlight that came in from the small window. “You’re supposed to tell me how good I am at takin’ you.”
Steve cursed again, a litany of whispers falling from his bitten lips and he looked too gone to really speak. But he whined, a scratchy sound that made you clench down on him as he gazed unashamed at the way you were taking every inch of him. 
“Am I not just so good at taking your cock, handsome?” You were pouting, voice dripping with sweetness, sticky and playful. You leaned in, tits pushed to Steve’s eyeline, your perfume and sunscreen skin invading his senses. He wanted to give in, he wanted to grab your hips and fuck up into you. “Don’t you wanna tell me how much of a good girl I am for you?”
But instead he just nodded, voice cracking when he squeezed his fists again and said: “you’re such a good girl, honey, fuck.”
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cosmiiwrites · 6 days
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see u wanted adam requests so here i am!!
i’m utterly obsessed with this man and i barely see any fanfics with him showing his clingy side ( cus we all know he would be clingy as shit ) i was wondering if u could write something about his clingy side, maybe even him opening up about how he’s insecure cus two of his wives left him???? and then reader assured him that they wouldn’t leave him like they did
- 💌 anon
·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ clingy
⁺˚⋆。°✩ adam x gn!reader ✩°。⋆˚⁺
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⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ summary: in which adam shows his clingy side cw: gn!reader, fluff, comfort, cussing a/n: AAA clingy adam canon!! also if you sent in a request im probably working on it rn adam adored you, you knew that. everyone did. and i mean EVERYONE. wherever you went, he was never far behind. he hates having to see you go somewhere without him, how anything could happen to you, and how he wouldnt be able to be there. so when adam is with you, he needs to have his hands on you all the time. whether it be holding your hand, holding your waist, it didnt matter. as long as he was near you. not to mention how he would glare at everyone who tried to start a conversation with you, driving them away and probably making them create a mental note to never talk to you again. safe to say this man was clingy as hell. dont get me wrong, you arent complaining. in fact, you loved how clingy adam was. it was just confirmation that he wasnt going anywhere. however, you had to admit you were a bit curious. but every time you'd try mentioning how he was so clingy, he'd quickly change the topic. huh. unfortunately for adam, you weren't one to give up easily. you'd pry and pry until one day, he finally caved. "ugh, jesus, fine! i'll tell you, just for the sake of you shutting the fuck up.” adam groaned.
“back in eden, that bastard lucifer had stolen both of my wives, not like you don't know the story…” adam’s voice trailed off, but his bravado quickly returned after clearing his throat. “it fucked me up, real bad.” he admitted. your chest ached with guilt, maybe you shouldnt have brought up the subject.
“and everytime you’re not around me, i—i start to worry that maybe, someone like him would take you from me. or heaven forbid, the bastard himself.” adam looked away in embarrassment, large wings hovering in an attempt to cover himself.
oh. you took a second to acknowledge that the arrogant, cocky, egomaniac adam just admitted an insecurity of his.
“oh, adam,” you sat next to him, gently tugging at his wing to reveal his face. “it’s fuckin’ stupid, i know.” the yellow eyes of his mask looked down in shame.
you hated his mask, it hid his face, the face you loved so dearly. when met with no resistance, you removed adam’s mask, your gaze meeting with dark golden eyes.
“i’d never leave you,” you cooed gently, one hand running through his hair, the other cupping his face. adam’s face tilted to where you placed your hand, leaning into your touch. “i wouldn’t even think about it. i love you, adam.” he pulled you into his lap, where you would hug him tightly. adam sighed contentedly, kissing your forehead.
“i love you more.”
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wannaeatramyeon · 10 months
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Could you do relationship headcanons for our big deal boys Jerry and Brad (and Jason and Lineman too if you want) 👉👈 Or maybe them eating dinner with reader for the first time in a while and realizing how much they miss reader?
Hi Anon! Thanks for requesting :) I can't believe I haven't done more boyfriend/relationship hc?! This has been sitting in my drafts forever and soooorta is what you asked for.
Lookism guys as YOUR boyfriend hc
Uhhh almost everyone here (Brad, Jason, Lineman, Jerry, Jake, Sinu, Daniel, Jay, Vasco, Jace, Zack, Vin, Goo, Johan, Eli, Warren, DG, Samuel, Xiaolong, Ryuhei, Eugene, Jihan, Jibeom, Hudson + crumb for Hangyul, Taejin)
Brad Lee
Happy go lucky most of the time. Brad will make you smile and laugh, your best friend as well as your boyfriend. Don't be fooled, just because he can be silly doesn't mean he doesn't take this relationship seriously. Sincere and committed, will do what he needs to make you and him work. A girlfriend privilege, or chore if you're being honest, is constantly shaving his head. If he pisses you off? Shave a stripe down the middle and hide the razor.
Jason Yoon
Self professed as not that great with words, and can be a little standoffish but worships the ground you walk on. Loyal to a fault, and waits on you hand and foot. He's not the most physically affectionate but anticipates your every need, doing things for you before you even realise you wanted them. Self-sacrificing with Big Deal and as your boyfriend. Make sure his needs are taken care of, he deserves it!
Lineman
Listen, this guy bullshits a lot. He's full of bravado and confidence but he is surprisingly earnest when it comes to you. Everything may be exaggerated and said flippantly, but Lineman does think you're the most beautiful, the smartest, the absolute best. No competition. Completely fearless with anything you throw at him. Whether that's something adventurous in the bedroom or a life plan 10 years in the future.
Jerry Kwon
If he is Jake's sword, then he is your shield. Most of the time he barely needs to do anything, just being with him makes sure thugs and troublemakers will stay away. Nevertheless, protects you from danger and cuddling with Jerry will melt all your stress away. Loves you as much as he respects Jake. Which is a whole frickin' lot. Probably more than you would ever know. A big teddy bear, and can be shy - needing you to make the first moves or read his moods.
Jake Kim
You've done it. You've reached the peak. Maximum good times, minimum mental breakdowns. He is stable, a great caregiver and maybe the funniest person you will ever meet, or at least he likes to think so. Does tend to prioritise Big Deal over your relationship and being his girlfriend. You need to be very understanding. Shame he spends a lot of time away from you dealing with the crew but he more than makes up for it with kisses and cuddles and attention (where he can spare it).
Sinu Han
Who do you think taught Jake how to respect women? Gapryong? Nah. It's this girlboss. Didn't used to have much time nor money as Big Deal boss. Now at least he has lots of time and will make sure you are top prority. Literally got yourself a whole househusband. He has nothing better to do than look after you. When you're apart, loves making and sending little videos of himself to you to cheer you up. And it's not hard once you see his beaming bright smile.
Daniel Park
Very sweet, Zack might have stole his first kiss but he wants you to be the first for everything else! His obliviousness to all the girls hitting on him would piss you off though. Once you've spoken to him and he realises, he'll apologise profusely and makes sure it's very clear that he's taken. "Yes, I've got a girlfriend. Yes, I'm very happy. Please I'm not interested!" Very easy for you to make him blush. He might have heard a lot of flattery, but just tell him how cute he looks today and he will flush bright red.
Jay Hong
Are you ready to be spoiled? Have all your whims fulfilled? This man will literally go to the moon and back for you, and he could pay for it to. Loves spoiling you, shopping with you is one of his favourite pastimes but enjoys spending time with you even if it's chilling with the pups. Writes you little messages and notes for you to find throughout the day. Very sentimental and keeps a memento of pretty much everything. Apart from having cash for days, other major girlfriend privileges include seeing his eyes and riding around on his motorbike. Which is pretty sexy, not gonna lie.
Vasco Tabasco
This cinnamon roll!! What else is there to say about him! He's innocent and naive and doesn't really know how to be the best boyfriend but he's so eager to learn and to make you happy. Make a big deal out of every milestone and anniversary. Looks forward to big occasions like meeting the parents until the actual day comes and he almost passes out from nervousness. Being with the head of Burn Knuckles means you've automatically adopted the rest of the gang too. Watch out for your sanity.
Jace Park
Goes a bit too hard on the romance front, but unfortunately picked most of it up from kdrama or romance novels. Imagine his surprise when after your first fight you actually did want space and wasn't pleased when he turned up on your doorstep. Kind hearted and good intentioned. He's dotes on you and a great listener. Insufferable to the rest of Burn Knuckles as he won't shut up about you. Once he's with you, he is WITH you. He may be 'married to Burn Knuckles', but in a relationship, you two are as good as married. And yes, he is the best househusband. Obviously.
Zack Lee
BIG softie. Clingy, a little obsessive but He. Loves. You. We've seen how he is with Mira. Being in a reciprocal relationship with someone would turn that up to ELEVEN. He will always always try his best, and gets a little insecure and sad if he lets you down but to you it doesn't matter. Seeing his effort is enough and you make sure to let him know. Will walk to the ends of the earth for you, you barely even have to ask. Also will deny he's a simp to everyone as they look on at him incredulously. Seriously? It's the most obvious frigging thing!
Vin Jin
Oh my god this guy. He will play his music for you at ANY opportunity. It's a good job you love him, otherwise you would need to jam some chopsticks in your ears. You can't help but be charmed though seeing him doing what he loves, so you take up the role as his number 1 fan. Plays it cool but he is very clingy. Probably text you with 'wyd' and if you don't respond in the next 10 mins, expect a barrage of messages. And if you're busy and haven't seen him for a day or 2? He's on your doorstep: "Here I got you a gift. Me."
Gun Park
He's a surprisingly good partner. He doesn't like wasting time and least of all his own so he knows already you're a good fit with him. The fact that he agreed to be your partner means that he already holds you in exceptionally high regard and cares about you a great deal. Still a walking red flag though. Especially cold and callous when he's had a bad day or you ask him about something he doesn't want to answer. You can go hours or even days not talking after your fights until he finally asks if you can hear him out. He's not stupid. He knows the way he reacts isn't how you should treat a partner and promises to keep working on it
Goo Kim
A rollercoaster ride of a boyfriend. In an established relationship, he can be exceptionally clingy. You better be patient and on the same wavelength as him or you're going to have a bad time. Your nights together can flit from watching anime to light arson in the blink of an eye. At least you can't say he's boring. Soft in his own way for you, and spoils you with your demands and requests, and his money! Really does let you get away with a little too much.
Johan Seong
He was shocked when he realised he cared more about you than Eden and Miro. You were too, you know what they mean to him... And now what you mean to him too. A little feral and not the best at expressing himself but if you have the patience to support him then he'll have the patience to try. Do not offer to share food with this man. Not a bite, no snacks, nothing. He would take advantage. The definition of give him an inch and he'll take a mile. Leave your plate unattended, and the food will be gone the moment you're back. Eden and Miro will get the blame.
Eli Jang
Hope you're ready for 2 cuties in your life because Eli and Yenna are a package deal. Eli never thought he would get the fairytale happy family but with you it's actually happening. He loves planning family dates and seeing you and Yenna together. He's already carved out a future for you and him otherwise he wouldn't encourage you and Yenna to bond.
Warren Chae
Absolutely adores telling you he loves you. With you the words flow, and so do the compliments. In his quieter moments, you catch him staring at you a lot until hegrabs your hand and gives you three squeezes instead. I. Love. You. Privately, renames himself from 'Gangdong's Mighty Warren Chae' to 'Y/N's Mighty Warren Chae'. Super silly, but it makes you giggle everytime. He means it though. Will look after you any way he can.
DG
Keeps you out of the spotlight. Please don't be insecure, it's not that he doesn't want to be seen with you - he's just protecting you from public scrutiny and his horde of fans. Generally cool and aloof but with you he can be surprisingly soft and romantic. Truly a k-pop idol capturing the heart of millions. You will become his biggest stan, and he would find that equal parts amusing and endearing. As long you are kept a secret, he will tell the media he has a special someone, someone that really knows him. Makes you and the general public melt everytime he is heard talking about you.
Samuel Seo
Aw Sammy. He just wants some praise and love and you readily offer it to him. Puts up a lot of walls at first before seeing that you don't care who he is or where he's from and love him for him. Definitely one to wait for you to say I love you and fall first before he could reciprocate. He needs to make sure this is real and you are real. Sometimes though, the moment just feels too right for him to keep his feelings to himself... Spends obscene amounts on you to try and impress you. It doesn't. Not really. Ok maybe a little bit.
Xiaolong
One to go to extremes to please the one he loves. Old example: Vivi. Please see updated example: You. There is nothing he will not do for you. To the point that it terrifies you a bit and you need to calm him down. "No, if you don't actually want to go on an ice cream run at 3am that's completely fine! I was only joking about punching my boss, please don't do it!!" Hope you're ready for an unconventional sex life because this man will do what he can to satisfy you, penislessly
Ryuhei Kuroda
Theres a long list of simps in Lookism and he's close to the top of the list. Hes an avid texter but since he likes to follow you everywhere, you wouldn't know. Despite how much of a shit he can be, genuinely respects you and thinks the world of you. Will happily and without hesitation sock anyone that says a bad word about you. Unlike Xiaolong, all in working order downstairs since you met. You have no issues getting him to stand to attention. Have fun!
Eugene
A bit of an absentee boyfriend. He has a lot on his plate. He never regret his position or what he's achieved until you started dating, and now he wishes you could spend more time together. When he's with you though, he's WITH you. You have his full attention. He even turns his phone off. His assistants know that they can't reach him when he's with you. Building burning down? Nope. Don't care.
Jihan Kwak
You thought he was a troublemaker at first. And you would be right. He can run rings around you, teasing and a little mean, the cause of many headaches. All the words are meant with love though. Just look at the way he looks at you as he calls you an idiot. This guy is impossibly soft for you. Make sure you don't let him get away with too much though. As the youngest and spoilt, he can be bratty and a little inconsiderate. He's no fool. Tell him and he will adjust his behaviour.
Jibeom Kwak
There's something so fun about stealing the clothes from your teddy-bear boyfriend. So what if his taste is terrible and ugly as hell. Seeing you in his t-shirt or shorts or even boxers will absolutely break his brain. A little dense, but very trusting - bit like our other cinnamonroll, Vasco. Always well-intentioned, but you may need to be explicit with him. Don't worry, he's a quick learner. Loves you an awful lot and has no problem telling the whole world, even if that means teasing from his brothers.
Hudson Ahn
There's two very people that are at the tippity top of Hudson's list. Taesoo, and you. Your boyfriend is your sun. Quiet and a little stoic, watching you with an intensity and a little smile on his face that takes your breath away. Especially when he's usually cold and reserved with most people, the fact that you can make him look like that just being in your presence? The BEST. Blessed with one of the better asses in Lookism that even Heat Daniel couldn't resist. Always rolls his eyes whenever you grope him, you not being able to resist a quick squeeze even as you walk by, but he could never tell you no.
Hangyul Baek (here's a crumb)
Looks at you a lot with a smile on his face. Which is sweet you suppose, if he wasn't a plastic surgeon and scrutinishing faces and bodies all day. And then he calls you beautiful. A true beauty. And you preen, happy with the compliment.. until. Hold on. What exactly does he mean?!
Taejin Cheon (here's a crumb)
Wew, this guy is flashy. Which is great if that's your thing. Will likely get you kitted out in all sorts of designer brands, even more so than Samuel Seo. Despite not shown as having any tattoos, has the vibe that he would get your name tattooed on his neck. If you break up? Will just get a line put through it lol.
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thetriumphantpanda · 9 months
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I’m begging and on my knees🧎‍♀️ drunk make-up sex with Javier Peña with a dash of angst please
Have a nice day!
Anon, I see you on your knees. You can get up now because here you go! Thank you so much for sending this in, I hope you love it!
Pairing | Javier Peña x F!Reader
Word Count| 1.8k
Warnings | Explicit, 18+ Minors DNI. Not many warnings for this one apart from alcohol consumption, a dash of angst, Javi begging for forgiveness on his knees (Translation, oral sex (f) receiving) and unprotected PiV sex.
Part of my 1k Smut Sensation Celebration - if you want in, check here for details - I’m accepting requests through July 15th.
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The empty bottle of wine on the coffee table is taunting you, just like the unopened second bottle of wine in your fridge is taunting you as well. The phone in the entryway is also doing a pretty good job of taunting you, begging you pick it up, dial his number and apologise, even though this had been all his fault. You sigh, pushing yourself up from the couch to go and retrieve the second bottle of wine from the fridge. Maybe another glass or two would be enough to knock you out so you didn’t feel the need to pick up the phone. 
You’re pouring the white liquid into your glass when there’s a soft knock at your door. For a moment, you consider ignoring it, thinking it’s probably only going to be your neighbour, knocking on your door for the third time this week because he’d forgotten an essential ingredient for dinner or wanted to complain about where you’d parked your car. You were likely to explode at him, so you take a large sip of the wine, wincing as it burns down your throat, your own fault for picking the cheapest option you could find, and take the glass and the new bottle to the couch. 
There’s another knock at the door, this time more insistent. You grumble, all you want is be left alone to wallow in your self-pity, so curse whoever this was that wouldn’t let you do that. In hindsight, you should have looked through the peephole in your door to check who it was that was disturbing you, but instead, you yank it open with a frustrated ‘what?!’ to be met with none other than Javier Peña. 
He's taken back by the venom in your words, swaying slightly as he steps back with his hands raised in surrender like he’s scared you might strangle him. It takes your alcohol-fogged brain a few seconds to realise he’s just as drunk as you are.
“Are you drunk?!” You exclaim, voice louder than intended because of the wine coursing through your veins. 
“Might be,” He shrugs, a lot calmer than you are when you’ve had a drink, “Think you might be as well.” He’s peering into your apartment, pointing a finger at the two bottles of wine on the table. 
“Jesus Christ,” You mumble, leaning forward to grab the collar of his leather jacket to drag him into your home, “Get in here before I get a noise complaint.” 
“Never worried much about those before, hermosa.” He grins as you shut the door behind him. 
“Shut up and sit down,” You demand, pointing to the couch, “What the hell are you even doing here?” 
This is when his exterior changes. Gone is that bravado and confidence you’re used to, that attracted you to him in the first place, replaced with aa nervous energy and a shifting in his seat. He leans over, picks up your wine glass and takes a hefty drink of it. 
“I miss you.” Is all he says. 
“Miss me?” You scoff, folding your arms over your chest, “You’re the one who left, Javier.”
“I did it to keep you safe.” He mutters. 
“Safe?” You ask, “Nothing about this fucking place is safe, Javier, you leaving probably did the opposite.” 
“I wasn’t talking about Colombia, querida,” He sighs, “I was talking about me.” 
You’re stunned into silence for a moment. If there was one thing you knew about Javier Peña, it was that this man in front of you, though capable of hurting most people, would never lay a finger on you. He’d never hurt you, apart from breaking your heart two weeks ago when he left without a word and didn’t bother calling. 
“I don’t…” You start, not being able to find the right words through the brain fog, “I don’t understand.” 
He’s standing now, walking slowly towards you to test the water as he speaks, “I’m not good at this,” He begins, “I’m not good at falling, I know I can’t be the man that you want me to be, the man I know you see when you look at me with your beautiful eyes,” He’s so close to you now, palm of his hand cupping your cheek, “I was only ever going to break your heart, hermosa, I just did it before it was too late.” 
“Then why are you here, Javi?” Your voice falters, head tilting into the warmth of his hand. 
“Because I can’t stay away,” He murmurs, “I want to be that man for you, I want to be better, I want to give you everything, to make you happy, God I want to try,” His face is inches from yours, you can feel hiss breath fanning across your cheeks, “Will you let me?” 
You don’t answer, instead, you push yourself up onto your tiptoes, wrap your arms around his neck and catch his lips with yours. He moves forward, pressing the breadth of his body against yours, one arm wrapping around your back to pull you even closer to him. You run your tongue along his plump bottom lip and groan when his mouth opens for you. It’s messy and it’s desperate and you’re both trying to drink each other in as much as possible. You because you’re scared he might pull away and leave again. Javi because he’s worried you’ll come to your senses and kick him out, just like he deserves. 
You taste the multitude of whiskey on his tongue, mixing with the taste of smoke from his cigarettes. It’s a heady mix and you’d missed it. You’re whining when he pulls away from you, trying to drag his face back to yours because you don’t think you ever want to be without his lips on yours again, but he’s dropping to his knees in front of you, and suddenly you don’t mind so much. 
“Forgive me?” He breathes, hooking his fingers into the band of your sleep shorts, dragging them down your legs to pool at your ankles, “Forgive me, hermosa.” 
Your hands are tangling in his hair, fingers running through the wayward locks. His mouth is so close to your core you can feel the heat of his breath fanning over your skin. He uses one of his wide palms to push gently at your stomach, leaning you back against the wall. Then, he takes hold of one your thighs, moving your legs to drape over his shoulder, the other firmly planted on the ground to keep you upright. 
You look down at him and he’s looking up at you, devilish grin painted across his face. He keeps his brown eyes locked with your own as his tongue flicks out and licks a perfect, wide stripe, up the seam of your pussy. Your head tilts back, hitting the wall behind you as a gasp leaves your lips when he does it again, this time letting his tongue dip between your folds to worship at your clit. 
You can feel his free hand spreading you for him, then his tongue is swirling fully over your clit and you’re crying out his name into the dark, tugging the hand that is tangled in his hair as you grind your pussy into his face. 
Javi could take you apart with military precision. In the span of a few short months, he’d managed to learn the exact movements of his tongue and fingers to get you off in record time. You can tell that this man is desperate to be inside you because his fingers are sliding through your slick and pushing into you with a ferocity you’re not used to. He’s relentless in his pace, curling his fingers up into you, hitting the spot that makes you sing, whilst his tongue is working quick flicks around your clit. 
“Fuck-” You groan, legs shaking as Javi has your hurtling towards the edge, “Fucking missed this.” 
His mouth pulls from your aching cunt just long enough to speak up at you, “Let go for me hermosa,” His wet mouth presses a kiss to your inner thigh, fingers still working in and out of you, “Come on my mouth.” 
His lips envelop your clit, there’s the pressure of sucking, the pressure of his fingers deep in your pussy, and the feeling of the tip of his tongue still running tight circles over your clit. Combine it all and you’ve got his name falling from your lips, orgasm slamming into you as Javi’s hands fly to your hips to keep you upright, mouth still working your clit through the aftershocks. 
Once he’s sure you’re not going to crumble to a heap on the floor, he’s standing, undoing his belt and tearing it through the belt loops in one motion. He unzips his jeans and pulls them down just enough to free his cock, before his hands are reaching around to pull you up. You wrap your legs around his waist whilst he pins you to the wall. His thick cock is buried inside you in one, swift thrust, and he doesn’t give you the usual time to adjust to him before he’s rutting into you, your back hitting the wall with every thrust. 
“I’m sorry,” He whispers into your ear, tip of his nose running along your jawline as he peppers kisses across your skin, “I’m sorry, hermosa,” His teeth are worrying at different inches of skin, biting and sucking until he leaves marks before soothing them with kisses, “Tell me you forgive me.” 
Your pussy is throbbing with every hard thrust he makes; you can feel yourself clenching around him. Your hands are gripping at his shoulders through the leather of his jacket and the angle of your position means he’s going to push you over the edge a second time. There is no way you couldn’t forgive this man in this moment. 
“Always,” You moan, “Always forgive you Javi,” Your hips are grinding down into his own to meet his thrusts, “Just don’t leave me again.” 
He leans his head forward, resting it to your forehead as he continues to fuck you, “Can feel you,” He mumbles, “Feel you getting tight for me, come with me?” 
You let out a high-pitched squeal at his words, as he picks up the speed. Neither of you are going to last long. It’s you that finishes first, fingernails dragging along the leather of his shoulders, your throbbing cunt clenching around his thick cock, which is all it takes for him to join you. You revel in the sound of your name falling from his lips as he fills you up. 
He manages to hold you up long enough to move you both back to the couch. He sits down, you still straddling his hips, as he brushes the hair from your face. His lips kiss at every inch of skin they can find along your face and neck whilst you catch your breath, “I truly am sorry, hermosa,” He speaks softly once you’ve recovered enough to look at him, “And I’ll spend as long as I need to proving that to you.” 
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cosmicanakin · 19 days
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Hii! I saw that you were receiving requests, so I was wondering if you could write something with Clay beresford. So you know he’s like very reserved and serious, so everyone thought that Clay would be a very cold and distant boyfriend, but when the reader and him start dating, everyone’s speeches to see how sweet and loving he is. Just some fluffy scenarios. Thank you!! It’s okay if you don’t want to write it:)
proving them wrong.
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pairing. clay beresford x female reader.
outline. though known to be cold and reserved, when clay starts dating you, everyone is surprised to see the loving and affectionate man that he actually is.
contains. fluff, established relationships, mild social judging, marriage, and mentions of pregnancy.
authors note. thank you sm for the req anon muah <3
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after months of shy glances and nervously exchanged smiles from across the room at various work functions, you finally worked up the courage to give clay beresford your number. to your surprise, he called within the hour to ask you to dinner that weekend.
your friends were shocked at your news, warning you of clay's reputation for being cold. "don't get your hopes up y/n, we all know clay isn't one for emotions or commitment. just be careful, okay?" while their concern was sweet, you got the sense there was more to clay beneath surface assumptions.
the dinner went wonderfully, clay being the perfect gentleman pulled out your chair and listened intently to you speak. any awkward silences didn't feel uncomfortable but companionable. by the night's end as he walked you to your door, you felt a fluttering start taking root in your heart seeing his normally serious expression soften into a gentle smile solely for you.
more dates followed, each only increasing your connection and affection for one another. to everyone's surprise, clay proved a caring boyfriend always attentive to your needs, happiness and comfort. grand romantic gestures were replaced by tender looks and leisurely strolls enjoying each other's company without need for flashy displays.
the warmth in his eyes and tender caresses meant more than any elaborate showmanship ever could. for the first time you felt truly seen and cherished for who you are within rather than superficial assessments judging without bothering to peel back concealing layers guarding his heart. through patience and understanding clay eventually lowered all defenses with you alone.
slowly your friend's bigotry started cracking as well, catching how gentle yet strong arms encircled your form at gatherings without desire for bravado. simple intimate moments when clay would kiss your temple in passing melted cynicism into understanding why this reserved man captured your soul so wholly.
his wealth and inheritance mattered little to the devotion within warming your life to brilliance. words flowed freely, laughter liberating what stress accumulated through days apart soothing away in tranquility of each other's sanctuarying presence. in your arms clay discovered solace calming all turbulence of doubts plaguing mind when alone.
so it continued through months turning to seasons, love blossoming ever more vibrantly where commitment tended roots nourished by understanding alone waters true affections blossoms requiring only sunlight of smiles warmed by souls mirroring each other's radiance. misunderstandings faded beneath blossoms thriving where care sustains dreams nurturing lifelong partnerships amid life's changes.
two years finding bliss together passed in companionship's tranquil stroll, contentment's sighs breathing life afresh during stolen moments sheltering hearts entwined from turbulence beyond your calm port. talking late into nights after family dinners, fingers interlaced, remnants of days worries evaporated under tender caresses and kisses sweeter than any nectar reviving your soul to clay's humming rhythm.
his protective yet liberated spirit known fully by your heart alone rejuvenated purpose anew each dawn waking limned in his softened gaze sharing pillow talking until obligations reluctantly summoned you both from comfort's embrace. forever imprinted upon your soul remains memory of proposal kneeling upon sand caressed by ocean's susurrus, waves lapping celebration of love's permanence within clay's watery eyes reflecting your radiant smile mirroring joy illumining his normally guarded visage.
a summer wedding follows amid friends and family fully supportive now of your perfect union, witnessing love transcending surface levels carved deeply as roots anchoring two souls as one. traveling the world strengthening already unbreakable bond, learning of clay anew through wanderings unveiling pieces you fit to his mosaic glimpse by glimpse, deepening cherishing beyond any limit imaginable before love found your separate halves.
three fulfilling years later, you're cradling your newborn daughter within your arms as clay gazes upon you both with such emotion flooding watery eyes, your heart has never felt fuller nor purpose clearer than raising this miracle of pure love cementing forever your fate intertwined.
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jackie5656 · 1 year
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First and Last With; James Potter
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A/N: Hello again! I finally finished that wonderful request, so sorry it took forever. Football (NFL playoffs) and school preparations have kept me preoccupied. Winter break is over and I’m absolutely devastated. For anyone in college, I wish you luck for this Spring Semester. But with that being said, school starting back up means I likely won’t upload as much. So I apologize in advance. Regardless, I hope this makes up for the wait on this request. To the lovely anon and all others, enjoy!
Summary: The one where the Marauders vacation to the Potter’s beach house, and a revealing drinking game ensues...
TW: Descriptions of panic attacks, Sirius is an ass as usual, a lot of mutual pining.
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   “Marlene, you have packed half of your house and more, it’s just a week’s vacation.”
“Anything could happen, Sirius. Better to be over prepared than under prepared.”
“I’m just happy James is filthy rich.” Dorcas deadpans, straightening when you and Lilly shoot her a disapproving look. “And so, very generous at the same time.”
“I’m not filthy rich.” James laughs, taking your bags from your grasp and loading them into the trunk for you. Amongst all of your friends belongings, piled high enough to reach the top of the van you’ve rented for the adventure. “We’re just...Comfortable.”
“That’s what all rich people say.” You and Remus look to each other, stunned at your simultaneous blunt confessions. 
“Shush, the lot of you.” Lilly chides, never sparing commonalities. 
“Remind me why we couldn’t just use floo powder? I’m already sweating, and my complexion does not do well in heat.” Sirius fans himself dramatically. James allows you to lift yourself over the mountains of bags with his arm for support in order to reply. 
“When have any of you experienced the adventure of a road trip?” You’re beaming at the thought, James takes your distraction as an opportunity to admire your unusually giddy attitude. Though the real reason you’re so eager to be away from home pulls at his mind, his grin faltering. He pokes your side, grabbing your attention. 
“Miss sunshine gets shotgun, I’ve called it.”
“Prongs, I thought you’d have wanted me to be your passenger princess?”
“Absolutely not, though I’ll miss those luscious locks of yours. I’m driving, so I select my navigator.”
“You’ve been there a million times.” You note, crossing your arms incredulously. James smirks, placing his burgundy and gold quidditch cap atop your head. 
“I’d much rather you keep me company.” He says so only you can hear, unknowing of your flushing when he turns back to Sirius. “Pads, Moons is gonna need a pretty view, it’s fortunate he’ll have you in the middle seat.”
“I’m reading! Reading this entire time, very busy.” Remus teases, pleased with the raven-haired boy’s mock offense. 
You round the corner of the van after checking the trunk for the fourth time, positive you haven’t forgotten any supplies for the trip. James is at the passenger side, holding the door open for you. He’s got a pair of prescription sunglasses on, and looks very different. No less handsome, if anything, the shades accentuate the bravado you’ve always envied. His arms are especially toned after another quidditch season, tanned from the summer sun you’ve missed so dearly. You’re staring. 
“Systems ready, co-pilot?” He beams down at you, pulling his cap over your eyes in teasing. You stick a tongue out at him, pulling his arms away so you can  adjust it right again. 
“I feel silly in this.”
“Nonsense, you look adorable. My clothes suit you.” He defends, so casual you don’t let the words resonate until after he’s shut your door and rounded to the drivers side. 
“Enjoy the passenger seat, princess.” Sirius sneers, pouting despite not holding any true ill-will. 
“Gladly.” 
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“Are we there yet?” 
“No, Dorcas. Just like we weren’t there ten minutes ago.” James glances at the girl through the rearview, slightly amused with her childish complaints. 
“You know, we could just pull over and-”
“No floo powder!” You and Lilly shout to Sirius, hoping not to have awoken a sleeping Marlene and Remus. Sirius covers their ears, both of them having dropped their heads on each one of his shoulders some time throughout their slumber. You finish fiddling with the radio when a good song comes on, taking a moment to look at the lot of your friends all corralled in the van. 
“Where’s the camera, James?” 
“On my side door here, I’ll pull over if you want it.” 
“Oh, so you’ll pull over for her.”
“Shut it, Pads.” 
“No need, I can reach it.” You lean over the seat, careful not to block his view of the road as you quickly grab it. James swallows, clears his throat to act natural whilst all of his insides begin to burn. 
“Hot?” Is all you ask, studying his discomposure.
“What?” He starts, voice shaky and strained. Sirius falls into a fit of muffled laughter from the back, leaving you confused. “J-Just a little warm, yeah.” Potter recovers, now well aware you were inquiring about temperature. You turn up the AC, taking the cover off the lens and pointing the camera toward the back. Sirius smiles wide for the camera, handsome features lighted by the early afternoon sun. Marlene and Remus drool along on his shoulders as Lilly beams brightly from the back. Looking positively radiant, as always. Dorcas smiles, but holds up her favorite finger to the lens. You grin,full of adoration for the entire lot of them as you snap a couple photos, ensuring they’re all in the frame. 
James admires in increments from the rearview, blowing a raspberry to the camera when you point it at him. 
“Eyes on the road, Potter.” He shakes his head, running a hand over the steering wheel in a mindless habit as he hears the camera snap. Looking over quickly to smile at the lens. Effortlessly handsome, as usual. 
“We have to take as many pictures as possible this week.” You demand, getting excited all over again for the much needed vacation, spent with all your best friends, no less. 
You roll down your window even more, sticking your head to enjoy the warm, salty air. It smells of the beach, grass, all things green and beautiful. You’re so happy your head spins, giggling to yourself as you catch Lilly doing the same behind you. Meeting her eyes in the side mirror and scrunching your nose when she blows a kiss, an embellished hand pretending to capture it in the air and holding it to your heart. 
James does a double take from his view of the road and then you. Trying to stay focused and not find any distraction in your adorably delighted mood. His brows furrow when you shuffle forward, aiming to get even more of your body out of window the feel the entirety of what this beautiful view has to offer.
“Absolutely not.” He chastises, a finger hooking onto your belt loop and tightening. His eyes are on the road, one hand on the wheel as he tugs you back inside. 
“Lame!” You whine, hitting his arm in distaste. 
“I prefer my friends with their pretty heads in tact, thank you.” 
You settle in your seat, still full of delight but a little more contemplative as you think about what got you here.
“Summer vacation!” Sirius throws himself between you and Remus during lunch. Gathering an assortment of food on his own plate. You’ve barely eaten, stomach turning at the thought of being home for two months. You’re nudged from under the table, meeting James’ gaze, whose eyes avert to your abandoned plate. A subtle request for you to eat. You offer a weak smile, shrugging before your friends go on. 
“Two whole months without exams.” Marlene adds, absolutely pleased with not having to spend another second with her nose in a book. 
“We’ll be seventh years, I can hardly believe it.” You’ve considered Lilly’s words the entirety of this last month of classes, absolutely dreading going home. Hogwarts is more home than your house would ever be, and your friends are the only real family you have. You lose your breath at this, biting at the nail of your thumb and wincing when it draws blood. 
“I’m gonna head to the library,” You announce, blinking hard to fight the room from blurring. “Forgot to turn in my potions textbook.” It’s believable enough for the group to nod along, chorusing their farewells as you head out of the great hall. Heart racing and hands trembling. James takes only a moment, eyes following you the entire time. It’s not his business, but he knows that demeanor. He’s seen all of this before, in the boy he calls his best friend. Sirius Black, who leans forward and shoots James a look. Instantly, the chaser is on his feet, mumbling a feeble excuse and heading out of the hall in search for you. 
“I think he left the curling iron on.”
James searches the corridor wildly, all of the students being in the Great Hall makes the search easy, he can follow the sound of your fleeting footsteps with ease in this sea of silence. He follows your distant frame up a set of stairs, cursing to himself when they shift before he can follow your path. He’s searching for a new route, not wanting to shout to you and scare you even more.
There’s a lot of running, a couple instances of tripping over his own feet, but eventually Potter catches up to you. 
You’re sat in a windowsill beneath an overhang of a hallway above, curled in on yourself. James approaches carefully, trying to control his panting breaths. 
“Fuck, James!” You startle each other, studying the other instantly.
“You’re” the athlete coughs, winded, “so fast.” You smile, but it does little to calm you down, because as he gets closer, the view around him blurs, and everything sounds cloudy, distant. 
“I’m,” you try to form words, too loud because you can’t hear yourself properly. “F-fine.” You try to move, try escaping to prevent embarrassing yourself further. Clutching your chest and swiping at the flood of tears that can’t be ceased. 
“You’re not. You’re having a panic attack.” 
“Happened b-before,” you wheeze, staring at your hands to make sure they’re real “I’m good.” 
“And I’m a humble introvert that loves Slytherin, sit down.” You begin to wheeze, rubbing your hands over your legs to stop them from sweating, ground yourself maybe. “I’m gonna hug you, tight. Is that alright?” You nod, because you’re not entirely sure what he’s just said and it’s easier to comply. 
He encloses you in an embrace, loosening for only a second when you fight it. He’s squeezing again, but it’s not unpleasant. You’re shaking, and your breaths are still rapid. James swallows, terrified and unsure. Because all of this usually helps Sirius but he’s still kind of freaking the fuck out.
“Let’s talk about something.” He suggests, wincing when you hiccup for air in reply. “I know you’ll love this. What’s something about me that annoys you?” You’re aware he’s trying to distract you, and you feel like you’re dying, so you give it a go in the off chance it’ll help.
“You’re im-immature.”
“Good. But you’ve done better than that, love.” 
“You’re reckless. You play quidditch like,” you lick your lips, trying to control your trembling. “Like you’re indestructible.” 
“Attagirl, something else?”
“You’re picky, and...And you’re too stubborn to try new things.” James hums, recalling a time you’d forced him to drink pumpkin juice an he hurled in the lavatory minutes later. He rests his chin on your head, pleased when the added pressure slows your breathing. 
“You’d do anything for your friends, no matter the personal expense. It’s self destructive, p-probably exhausting.”
“Ouch. You really know how to flatter a man, love.” 
“I don’t want to go home.” You whisper, so quiet he’d miss it had he not been surveying your every move. The confession shocks even you, and James, for likely the first time in his life, is devastated to be right about something. 
“I’m not gonna let you. We’re going to figure this out. I’m gonna figure this out, I promise.” 
“You’re doing that thing again.” You note, wiping your nose with the sleeve of your robe. Further comforted in the feel of his chest vibrating against you from laughing.
“And you’re forming full sentences.” He loosens, giving you space to decide whether or not you want to separate.  You don’t, not right away, not when you can feel the strong, stable beating of his heart. 
“What am I gonna do? I can’t stay here over break. Even if Dumbledore allowed it, my family would-” You falter, unable to finish. James holds tight again, nauseated. 
“I promised. And I intend on keeping it, love.”
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“Land! Sweet, sweet land.” Sirius cries, throwing himself onto the freshly cut grass. 
“James, it’s stunning.” Lilly shades her eyes to admire the shore house. Standing taller than the others around it. 
“It’s home. Away from home, that is.” James shrugs, and you can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. There’s a faint, deep-rooted envy for the blessings your friends hold. Sirius rolls onto his back to look at you, the only one noticing your hunched shoulders amongst the rest of the group beginning to unload the van. 
“Shall we go inside, lovely? Get dibs on the best rooms while these common folk collect our luggage. He extends his arm for you to take, adjusting the sunglasses adorning his face and ignoring the displeased looks of your friends. Stealing a kiss to your temple as he leads you inside. 
“Moony, sweetheart, do be careful with my things. I’ll show you what bed to place them on.”
“Fuck off, Pads.”
“That’s Sir Padfoot, to you.” 
You and Sirius falter, shocked to see an older woman placing the finishings of a homemade meal on the large kitchen table. The inside is even more impressive than the out, but you don’t have much time to appreciate the decorum. Considering you’re engulfed in an oddly familiar embrace. 
“Welcome, welcome!” She beams, holding Sirius’ face and kissing his cheeks with small pinches. 
“How’s my Siri?”
“Alright, mum. Thanks. James didn’t mention you’d be here. Though it’s a very happy surprise.” He looks at the wrinkled, stunning woman that smells of lavender and tea like she’s hung every star in the sky. It’s then you make the obvious connection this is Mrs. Potter. 
“Oh, he doesn’t know either. I’m only here to make sure you’re all settled in and then I’ll be on my way. We haven’t visited here in a while, I wanted to be sure it looked alright for you all.”
“Hard to imagine it ever looks less than gorgeous,” you say without thinking, “thank you for having us. This is lovely.” 
“And so are you, dear. Sirius, tell me this beautiful young girl is with you?” She strokes your hair, and it’s the most comforting touch you’ve likely ever felt. 
“Only in my dreams, unfortunately. Unless dear y/n would like to make a wish come true?” You laugh, swatting away his puckered lips. 
“Y/n? Oh, I’ve been waiting to meet you! Sweetheart, Jamie talks about you so much in his letters!”
“Let’s get waste-Mum!” James drops the bag in hand, yours. Pulling the handle of liquor behind his back in pure shock. “What are you doing here?” 
“Thought I’d have a warm meal waiting for you kids. You must be starving after that drive. Though I’m so happy you did as opposed to powdering here. Shows some responsibility. And Jamie gets so sick sometimes with the powder and all-”
“Mum!” The taller boy repeats, setting the array of luggage in hand down and hiding the bottle behind it. 
“I’m doting, aren’t I? Remmy!”  She stops herself, rushing over to envelop the taller boy in her arms. He, just as Sirius, is absolutely pleased to see her. She goes down the line of girls, putting faces to names and genuinely loving every second of it. James sighs, no genuine distaste in his nature as he observes.
Sirius throws an arm over your shoulder, cheeky as ever. “Mum was just telling us about your letters home.” 
“You’re just as pretty as he said you were. All you girls are so beautiful!” She goes on, blissfully unaware of her beet-red son. 
“She exaggerates.” James scratches his neck, skin burning with embarrassment. 
“Does she?” Siris pulls you closer, basking in your shared humiliation. 
“This food looks wonderful Mrs. Potter. Thank you so much for thinking of us.” Lilly clasps her hands together, rolling her eyes fondly at James’ indebted glance. 
“Call me Euphemia, please. And yes, you all must be starving. Come, fill those bellies with something warm.” You’re in a state of shock as you sit, unaccustomed to such hospitality and genuine kindness. It’s evident where James gets his big heart, undying selflessness. 
The food is amazing, you all go for seconds with a chorus of shared appreciation and compliments. Euphemia beams as she collects her things, pleased to meet the lot of friends her son cares for so deeply. 
“All the beds have fresh sheets, and there’s extra throw blankets in the linen closet. Jamie, your father says go easy on the fire whisky. He’d ask for no drinking, but we all know that’s a long shot. Don’t break anything, and Remmy, keep everyone in check.” The taller boy nods swiftly, no doubt having heard the orders before. James gets up from his seat, kissing his mothers cheek and enveloping her in a hug. 
“Thank you mum, seriously.” She fixes his hair, wiping invisible smudges from his face in a fit of doting. 
“No problem, I’m glad you were all able to make it here. You’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like. All of you.” Theres a quick moment where she meets both you and Sirius’ eyes, the two of you nodding with feigned smiles. Quickly, she kisses both Moony and Padfoot’s heads, stopping for only a moment to caress your cheek with her thumb, a faint sadness in her gaze. Everyone else is enveloped in conversation, passing servings across the table as they would at the Great Hall. 
“You’ll keep an eye on my Jamie, won’t you?” She whispers, touch soothing you with an unknown ease. 
“Of course, though I’m not sure he needs it.” You hold her wrist, somehow not minding the affection whatsoever. 
“So he likes to think. He does, really, speak so fondly of you in his letters. You’re even more lovely than he described.” You want to cry, so overwhelmed with her generosity and love, a maternal energy so strong it’s wiped your mind of any anxieties. 
“Alright, mum. Let the poor girl eat.” James guides her toward the fireplace, while his mother pats his arm and says something to him you don’t quite catch. James’ ears burn bright red, and he nudges her gently so she’ll stop looking over at you. The rest of the group turns toward the fireplace, echoing their farewells and gratuity as she waves. Floo powder enveloping the space around her and sending her off. 
“Does that turn your stomach just looking at it, Jamie?” Marlene mocks, the rest of your laughing through bites of food as he flips her off. 
“Fuck off, the lot of you.” 
“We should start cleaning up.” You suggest, taking your own plate and bringing it to the sink. “This way we can unpack before the sun sets.” Lilly follows, taking her and Dorcas’ plate to you as you begin washing. Sirius groans, grabbing a dish towel from one of the drawers and drying the dishes you hand him. 
“Can’t we just charm the sponges to clean these?”
“Dad had them countered so they can’t be charmed. Said it was supposed to teach me some ‘household responsibility.’” Sirius howls, thoroughly amused.
“I’m just curious about these detailed letters back home.” Remus mutters as he carries his plate past James, dodging his swings and rushing toward the group at the sink for safety. 
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After everyone’s settled in, and you’ve all recovered from the ‘who called what room first’ arguments, there’s an obligatory round of shots. A bin begins to pile high with cans, and you’re all sat around a bonfire atop the Potter’s outdoor furniture. Even the furniture for the backyard looks expensive, so you clutch your drink in hopes not to make any spills. 
You’re buzzed now, skin tingling with an uncommon ease as you lean against the arm of the couch. Sea breeze easing the warm air as the fire pops in front of you. 
“Alright, none of you are drunk enough.” Sirius chastises, shifting in his seat and tossing Lilly another beer. “Never have I ever,” you all groan in half-assed annoyance as the name of the game sounds, “been snitched on by Peeves.” 
You and the rest of the girls take slow, ashamed, sips. The boys all looking over in amazement. 
“We snuck out one time! All I wanted was a bloody butter beer.” Marlene confesses, flushed. James stretches as he approaches, still sore from driving. He passes you his cup, grinning when you cringe at whatever concoction he’s come up with. You move your legs so he can sit beside you, the rest of the couches having been taken. 
“It was a terrible craving, but nonetheless worth the loss of points for Gryffindor.” 
“Is that why we were tied with Ravenclaw mid semester?” Remus laughs over his cup. 
“We still won the cup!” You and Lilly defend, James taking hold of your legs to place them on top of his. He isn’t even thinking about it, too enthralled with the teasing conversation before him as he slides a hand under the cuff of your jeans. Warm hands calloused from quidditch running over your shin. You’ve always found affection with him comes easier than with others, and the touch comforts you, electricity lingering on your skin. 
“Never have I ever, had my first kiss.” Because Dorcas also aims to have the rest of you drinking more, she says what she thinks is the most common proposition. Your stomach turns, and you debate on taking a sip just because it’ll spare you the embarrassment. You must consider it too long, because Sirius’ brows shoot up in shock. 
“Merlin, how?” Is all Sirius manages, the girls’ jaws dropping because you’ve never told them. 
“I volunteer!” Marlene shoots a hand up while you curl into the cushions, wishing you’d just had the drink. 
“It’s not that there haven’t been opportunities.” You struggle through the explanation, tugging on the sleeves of your shirt to fight the cold. “I just, I guess, want the first one to matter. If it’s been this long I may as well make it special.” They all coo in mocking, laughing when you flip them off. 
“I get it.” James pats your leg, taking generous sips of his own drink. 
“You don’t.” Theres an amusement in your tone, no real meanness to any of it. 
“Well what about that Hufflepuff third semester, he was totally into you.” Dorcas inquires. 
“Are we seriously this interested in my love life, or lack thereof?” You roll your eyes when they all agree, giddy from the topic and the alcohol. “I thought he was into me, but I don’t know. We stopped talking after a while.”
“Wait,” Remus narrows his brows, too contemplative to see James’ signals. “That curly haired guy, beater for Huffle?” You nod, giggling because he’s not usually this slow to understanding, clearly inebriated. 
“Wasn’t that the kid that came up to us at Hogsmeade, Prongs?” Potter vehemently shakes his head, chugging his drink again. 
“Nope, I don’t think so.” 
“No, I’m pretty sure it was. You two didn’t get on that well, I think.” Sirius covers his mouth to muffle his laughing, basking in Moony’s drunken confession. 
“You sabotaged me!” You frown, James grabbing your leg so you can’t kick his side. 
“Listen, I overheard him boasting in the locker room. He’s not the type you should be around. Trust me.” He’s sincere, enough to make you relax. 
“He was a bit of an ass, sweetheart. Prongs isn’t entirely wrong.”
“You two are still snog-blocks.” Dorcas is quick at your defense, crossing her arms in solidarity.
“If I wasn’t banished to solitude, I’d kiss you, Dorcas.” 
“Time and place, lovely.” You clutch your heart, feigning a blush in your antics.
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“Alright, I need my beauty rest. Someone needs to remain the prettiest of the friend group.” Sirius stretches, tapping a dazed Remus on the cheek to get him up. His actions initiate the turning in of the rest of the group. To which you and James groan. 
“It’s only 2, you’re all lame!” Potter sneers, looking to you for consolation. You nod along, displeased with their departure. 
“You night owls can stay up as long as you want, but we have all week to be sleep deprived.” Marlene ruffles James’ hair and kisses your temple as she stupors inside, giggling all the way with the other girls. 
“And then there were two.” You stretch, moving over when James shifts, moving into a laying position. In order to fit comfortably, you still have to keep your legs over his. “You know, now theres three other open couches.”
“I like it here.” He decides, enclosing his hands over his chest and settling in. You chuckle, letting him tangle his legs in yours. 
It’s confusing, because he chooses you as his passenger, his seat-mate, scares other guys away. Fuck, he planned an entire trip just because you and Sirius have such shitty home lives. Guilt twinges in your chest, and the alcohol allows you to finally say what you’ve been holding in since you first got in the car. “James?” He hums, hazel eyes looking up at the array of stars in the night sky. “Why did you do all this?” Potter sits up, looking over to you in disbelief. 
“Why wouldn’t I? Don’t you like it here?”
“Like it? It’s a shore house filled with all of my closest friends and alcohol. I love it here.” He laughs, nudging your legs with his own in teasing. 
“I’ve been wanting to ask you something,” he starts, answering your question with one of his own. “Would you be willing to spend the whole summer here?” 
This time, you sit up, brows raised in shock. “Sorry?” 
“Instead of having to go home, you could stay here.” 
“James, I couldn’t possibly intrude like that-”
“It wouldn’t just be us two.” He unnecessarily reassures. “I’ve already spoke with Pads, and he’s staying. My mum doesn’t want him going home either.”
“You already talked to your parents about it?” 
“In the chance either of you said yes. They both are more than happy to have us stay here. There’s internship positions at my dad’s company, and he said if we looked after the house and helped him out, we’d be more than welcome to stay.” 
“Are you starting a shelter for the broken homes club or something?” You jest, not in poor taste, but because it’s the only defense mechanism you know. James frowns anyway, upset at the thought.
“I care about the both of you. And...I’d never want either of you going home to- Well, anything other than a place you feel safe. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you. Knowing I could have stopped it. Understand?”
You nod, warm tears brimming in your eyes. Because in a world full of people that don’t, James Potter cares. You tackle him in a hug, overcome with the foreign feeling of being cared about, protected. He falters, wrapping an arm around your waist with a small laugh. 
“That’s a yes, then?” You nod, smile pulling at your lips when he uses his thumb to wipe away your tears. 
“James?”
“Yeah?” He’s soft-spoken now, eyes studying yours as you press your hands to his chest. 
“Is there...Any other reason you told that guy to stay away from me?” He swallows, licking his lips with an unusual anxiety to him. He meets your eyes again, pleading for another hint.
“Would you want there to be?”
“I’d like to have my first kiss.” You play with a pull in his sweater, fighting a smile at his nervous demeanor. “Would you want it to be you?” He nods, slow, and honestly unsure if you’re fucking with him. Considering how embarrassed he’d be if this is some joke, or a dream, maybe. “James?” You move closer, and he snaps out of his daze.
“I would.” He averts his eyes to your lips, back to your eyes again to ensure you’re sincere. “Like to kiss you, I mean.” 
You remove the space between you, putting your lips to his and hoping it comes natural like everyone says. It must, because he’s pulling you into his lap, a hint of a whine escaping his throat. You grin, flushing at his eagerness. He squeezes your sides harder, a warning. 
“Stop it.”  He continues past your jaw, down your neck, hearts thrumming with excitement and uncertainty. He tilts your head with his thumb, grinning when he nips at your skin and you gasp. Pulling back, he surveys his work, kissing you two more times before letting you breath. 
Is that what I’ve been missing out on?” You pant, energy coursing through you and accentuating your buzz tenfold.
“Up to expectations?”
“Exceeded, I’m pretty sure.” You blink hard, taking hold of his wrists and moving them so they can slide under the hem of your shirt. You hold them at your waist, a silent sign to keep them there. Though you’re sure he would have anyway. He kisses you again, more intense this time, finally allowing all the pent up tension between the two of you release. 
James, against every fiber of being in his body, pulls you away from him. Both breathing hard to collect yourselves. “While I’d really, really like to keep this up.” He starts, trying not to reconsider when your perfume envelopes his senses. “I’d like to take you out for dinner first. If you’ll let me.”
“Are you asking me on a date, Potter?” You whisper, teasing him as if it’s the hottest gossip to reach Hogwarts. 
“Are you gonna say yes, pretty girl? Or leave me hanging?” You nod, and James throws his head back against the cushions, absolutely relieved. 
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You blink awake, fire still burning brightly after being charmed by Lilly earlier in the evening. In the midst of you and James conversation, filled with recalling old times, plans for the rest of the summer, and a lot more alcohol, you both fell asleep. James’ jumper covers your frame, while the boy lays on the other side with only a sweater to keep warm. 
“Prongs.” You nudge him, wincing when he groans. “It’s too cold, let’s go in.”
“Too tired,” he croaks, voice riddled with sleep, “too drunk. Come over on this side.” He rolls on his back, groaning again when the world spins with him. 
“What, like...Next to you?”
“No, curled up on the floor like a cat.” Your brows furrow at his sassiness, fighting a smile as you crawl over. Muttering a half-assed apology when you nearly knee his groin. 
Hesitantly, you place a head on his chest, letting him grab you under one knee and pulling it up so you leg rests over his abdomen. Immediately, he releases a deep breath, fully relaxed. Your body, though, tingles with that same electricity from before, keeping you awake. 
“Sleep.” He orders, nudging the back of your head with his shoulder, eyes closed but somehow aware.
“Can’t.”
“Is this alright?” He blinks awake, afraid he’s made you uncomfortable. 
“Good, this is good.” You reassure, pulling on his jumper so it covers both of you. He pushes your arm away, tugging on the fabric and covering only you again, stern in his actions. 
“Close your eyes. I need us both to sleep this alcohol off so I can kiss you again.”
“Who says I’ll let you, Potter?”
“I may have been your first kiss, but I’m also aiming to be your last. So please, Dove, shut up and sleep” You’re speechless, he’s stunned you with his confession and simultaneous attitude. 
“I hate you.”
“I seriously doubt that.” There’s a smile on his face, you can hear it in his grumbling voice. Wordlessly, he moves the arm that’s under you so he can stroke your cheek, eyebrows, and jaw with the hook of his finger. Knowing the gentle touch will send you off to sleep. And it does, because you don’t wake again until morning. 
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“Rise and shine, love birds. If you want to hoot with the owls, you’ve got to fly with the eagles.” Sirius chimes, a click of a camera sounding out after he speaks.
“Any louder, Pads, and I’ll break your jaw.” James covers your ears, shielding you from your friends shrill laughter with an intense glare. His head pounds something awful, and he’s pretty sure he’s never been this hungover in his entire life. He remembers every second, though, memories of last night bringing a dopey smile to his face. Despite the alcohols consequences. 
“Hey.” He nudges your arm, ignoring the gawking of his friends through the glass sliding door as he wakes you. You yawn, stretching atop him and regaining sense of your surroundings. 
“Are we supposed to be spinning?” James rolls his eyes, much too fond of you for his own good. 
“We have to get up, theres breakfast.”
“I can’t eat a single thing right now.”
“Yes you can,” he pushes you again, sighing in feigned annoyance when you rub your face into his shirt. Shielding the morning light from your eyes. In one swift movement, he sits you both up and hurls you over his shoulder, ignoring your squirms of protest with an obnoxious yawn. He sets you down at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, grumbling a hello to your astonished group of friends. You’re too hungover to feel embarrassed, smiling a thank you to Remus when he slides his glass of orange juice toward you, Sirius’ sunglasses over his eyes. 
“Gimme those,” you plead, extending an arm that’s quickly swatted away.
“Get your own,” he whines, “I let you have my juice.” You accept this, nursing the glass as though it’ll save your life. 
“Late night?” Lilly teases, putting a plate of food in front of you and James. You both groan, but offer your gratitude for breakfast anyway. 
“Figured you would have at least made it inside.” Marlene chastises, amused with your zombie-like states. You frown when James finishes what’s left in your glass, watching as he leans across the counter to grab the carton and refills it. Sirius places a steaming cup of tea in front of you and Potter, avoiding your distrusting gaze as he clears his throat to speak. 
He’s awfully cheeky all the sudden, hoisting himself onto the counter with his signature mischievous grin. “Never have I ever…Had my first kiss?” His voice tilts in questioning at the end, and you’re momentarily displeased with the realization you’ll be spending the rest of the summer with the shit-starting bastard you consider a friend. 
You’re absolutely flushed, curling in on yourself when a chorus of cheers erupts after taking a swift sip from your mug.
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bunnyhargrove · 5 days
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Best friend steve harrington x fem!reader.
Here we are, the drunk fic as per request of the lovely anon, apologies in advance for the mistakes.
Summary: a drunk night out leads to something more with your best friend.
Cw: Smut 18+ MDNI, drunk sex, fingering, this is written by a drunk author, so no editing and probably lots of mistakes 1200+
It was a Saturday night, you and your best friend Steve had been out at the hideout for some drinks with the gang so you were both sufficiently drunk.
you both decided to walk back to your apartment for the night since it was much closer than Steve's house, and you and Steve had shared a bed plenty of times being best friends since Elementary school, only now days its was getting harder due to the crush you had harboured for him for quite a few years, you were having trouble Suppressing it especially with Steve increasingly flirty nature. 
After several attempts at trying to get your key into the lock you both practically fell through the front door, giggling Your asses off when you barely avoided landing in a heap on the floor. 
“Stevieeee, i need shower before Bed, but i think thatd be dangerous in My current state, I'll slip over” you whined, You absolutely hated going to bed without a shower regardless Of hiw drunk you were. 
“I-i can help you if you like” he said quietly, you swore you could see a blush Creep up on his face. 
“Uh, um, okay, yeah, help is good” you said sheepishly as you started off towards your bathroom. 
“Y-yeah, help is Good” he responded. 
Once you got to rhe bathroom you automatically started stripping off your clothes after turning the shower On, Steve covered his eyes, all of a sudden shy at your nakedness. 
“What? I cant shower in my clothes” tou giggle 
“Uh, no you can't” he said covering his Eyes to protect ylur modesty. 
“Aww dont ve shy, stevie Its juss me, wanna join?” you say, a sudden wave of bravado taking over Your system rhanks to the alcohol. 
“W-what?” He says shocked, His Hand dropping from his eyes as he took in your naked form
“Wanna join? Bit Hard to help from out there, you will get all wet anyways” you say smirking as you stepped into Rhe shower, almost slipping over in the process, a Fit of giggles erupting from you, steve shaking his head as he chuckled. 
“I think me joining Is definitely the safer option” he says as he starts getting undressed. 
“Mhmm, definitely safe..” you say as your eyes land on his cock, you Barely kept in the moan that was caught in the back of your throat, he was huge. 
“See something you like?” He chuckles when he realises where your eyes are. 
“Yup” you say popping The P on the end like bubblegum. 
Steve hops into the shower with you, barely any more steady than you were since you had both drank The same amount. 
“You sure this was about safety Honey or was this just a ploy to get mw naked” he says as he backs you Up against the wall of the shower, the tiles cold on your back. 
“,well safety first buutt, i definitely dont mind seeing you naked either” you say as you bite your bottom lip seductively. 
“Wanted to see you naked for so long baby” Steve whispers, His lips ghosting over yours, a moan slipping from your lips.
“Need you Stevie” You say as you wrap your arms around his neck pulling him in for a kiss, it was kind of clumsy but still heated and passionate, Steves naked body now pressed up against yours, His hard cock pressing into your lower stomach. 
“Need you too baby” he practically pants as he Slips his hand between your bodies, his fingers sliding Through your slick folds before gently circling your now throbbing clit.
“Oh fuck, just like th-that” you stutter, your climax rapidly approaching. 
“Yeah baby? You like that?” steve pants as his lips find the delicate flesh of your neck, nibbleing and sucking. 
“Yess, S-so close already” you mewl your hips grinding Against his hand as his fingers Slip inside you, his thumb continueing to circle your sensitive Nub. 
“Fuck, so wet and so hot for me sweetheart” He groans as he feels you clench around his fingers. 
“Gunna cum!” You wail, as your orgasm tears through you, steves filthy words of encouragement filling your ears As his fingers keep Fucking in and out of you, extending your high. 
“Mm tastes so good” Steve moans as he sucks his fingers clean after carefully Removing them from your Tight hole. 
“Turn around baby” steve instructs once you recover from your orgasm, you do as he says, Now facing the tiled wall, using your Elbows to braces yourself as you spread your legs wide for him
“Need your cock baby” you bed as you look back Him, eyes wide and glassy as you wait for Him to give you what you want. 
“Yeah? Need tbis fat cock inside that Tight Little cunt?” He taunts, one hand gripping your hip, the other grasping his cock running it through your folds, teasing you. 
“Mmm please” you beg Again. 
“As you wish babe” Steve says as he lines up with your entrance and slowly pushes himself inside you, groaning as he buries himself right to the hilt with absolutely no resistance.
“Fuck, you are so tight honey” he moans out as he starts slowly thrusting inside you, both hands gripping your hips. 
“Ohhhh, harder please” You gasp.
“Shit, gunna kill me baby” He moans as he obliges to your requests, his hips pistoning faster, his cock pummelling in and out of your dripping cunt, the tip brushing your sweet spot with every thrust bringing you closer to a second orgasm. 
Steves lips find the back of your neck and shoulders, peppering kisses wherever He can reaches as he fucks your hard and deep. 
“Fuck stevie gunna cum Again” you babble out as the pressure in your abdomen reaches boiling point. 
“Yeah, gunna come all Over my cock baby?” He groans out as he feels your clench around him, His own orgasm fast approaching. 
“Fuck! Yes!” You scream as the second orgasm hits you like a tonne of bricks, dragging Steve over with you as your Cunt clenched around His cock like a vice, a roar of your name falling from his lips. 
You were both panting, coming down from your highs, Steve Now holding you close against him after gently pulling out and turning you around. 
“That was… amazing” Steve sighs As he kisses The top of your head. 
“Very” you respond, exhaustion evident in your voice. 
“How about we get you clean and in bed” steve says softly 
You mumbled In agreement as steve gently washed your body then his own. 
“Hey stevie?” you say softly as you both nestle down in your bed, his arms wrapped tightly around you as you rest your head on his chest listening to his steady heart beat. 
“Yeah honey?” he Ansers 
“That wasnt just A one time thing because we're drunk was it? Because i really like you, like love you, and have for years. 
“No definitely not Just a one time thing, i love you to sweetheart, now Get some rest And we can talk in the morning” he reassures you as he kisses your forehead. 
“Mkay” you mumble as you drift off to sleep, content That you finally got your man. 
Fin.
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sixsoulssnuffed · 11 months
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Favourite toy growing up?
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*At what age do we cut off 'growing up'?
*Because, if I am to be entirely honest, I had a habit of breaking most toys as a kid before I could grow particularly attached to them. Mostly grew out of it when I hit 12, and that's only two years before I died.
*And if we count twelve as still growing up...I can't pick between my plushies.
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*Wasn't really given toys.
*Probably 'cause I'd also break things.
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*...Is this why there's something wrong with us.
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*?
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*?
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*Breaking our toys as kids.
*Why is that such a running theme here.
*Fain had this problem too. So did I. And we all know Huggy plays rough in general, nevermind just with toys. And while I don't know how Simmer was like when he was younger, he's ten years old, so. Died fairly young, still plays a lot with toys.
*Like. Is this why Simmer's the most normal out of us? Only one of us who could be trusted not to break what we touch?
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*In my defense, I was three.
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*Like...you didn't have toys past that age?
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*No. Unless ya count cards. And those weren't mine.
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*Fucked up.
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kneelingshadowsalome · 8 months
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your toxic könig is so perfect and the more recent posts made me think about a similar kind of au but with gromsko. like god i need this man to """force""" me into being his perfect little wife i swear.
AND IM SO SORRY but being slavic also makes this even more feral for me because i imagine the second his gf shows a bit too much independence/DARES to talk over him (yeah it's an achievement to be able to talk over him, the mf is LOUD)/etc he just. goes feral like he sees it as a challenge and he needs to show her what a slavic woman is actually supposed to be like.
but slavic or not he'll keep holding the fact that he "tamed" you over your head even when he's fucking you. talks about how this is your place, this is where you belong and how he's going to make sure you remember by breeding you full.
Omg Gromsko OMG
I'm so normal about him yes yes it's just your ask that made me this way ^^ I'm blaming you my dear anon 💕
CW: Protective & possessive behavior, implied sexism
So, Gromsko. Your car broke down in the middle of the road and this absolute bear of a Pole pulls over to help you. He has a charming smile, sure, but he's also obnoxiously bold. That casual masculine bravado makes you feel weaker than it should; there's this aura of shameless pride about him, and you can't quite decide if it's annoying or sexy.
You try to tell him you can handle it, that the repair guy is already on his way. But Gromsko? Hah. He just bypasses that shit. Pops up the hood and gets to work. The car is fixed in no time, and the next thing you know is that you just said yes when "Sobieslaw Kościuszko, pleasure to meet you, miss," asked if he could take you out to dinner this evening.
And it's true that he's loud. Like, why does he have to talk by half shouting...? (Probably because he has to make it known that he's the strongest, most virile male in the area.)
Sobieslaw always sits with a wide spread, with a broad, tall chest, with a confidence that seems to come naturally to him. He never tries to make himself smaller, no matter how crammed a space is. Everyone except the elderly has to move aside when he walks because he's not going to dodge or sidestep. You're not the only one who fears he will eventually break one of those dainty little chairs in the fine dining place he brought you to; the waiter side eyes this man like he's some beast that somehow got in and should be caged, not fed.
Despite all that brass, Gromsko is a proper gentleman. Always opens the doors for you, always pays at a restaurant. And always grabs your waist and draws you closer if there are other men around. Guy looks like he's ready to get into a fist fight for you if it comes to that.
It's kind of hair-raising how he laughs at the very concept of independent woman. His woman should never have to be "independent." It would be an insult to him as a man if his wife had to go to work.
He tells you how beautiful you are with intensity and passion that seems to come from another age. That boundless adoration makes you feel drunk, and Gromsko doesn't seem to notice anyone else but you – it's like all other women have disappeared from this planet.
He lays siege to you like crusaders of old laid siege to a city. You never have to fear whether you're coming off as too interested or eager or that you'll "scare" him away: this man is always more interested and eager than you. Still, you fear that everything will come to an end once you give this man what he wants – namely, sex.
You couldn't be more wrong! He's not fucking around, and he's not dating for the sake of getting laid. He's looking for a wife and a mother for his kids.
An infuriatingly sexy, uneven smile spreads across his face everytime you meet. He's checking you out, and he's utterly shameless about it. You're being rated like cattle, and it should not send butterflies to your stomach when you notice he seems to more than just approve of your hips and breasts. Little do you know Sobieslaw Kościuszko has already decided you're to be his wife.
When you finally spread your legs for this man, you expect him to fuck you with the urgency and attentiveness of a 20-year old hockey player. But Gromsko is actually a skilled lover! You don't know why and you don't know how, but he seems to decode you and all your weaknesses in record time. Hot kisses and intense love making are his bravura. Gromsko is so attuned to you and your pussy that it should be illegal.
It's like the gods made this man to breed women and spread his seed because he has the biggest balls you've ever seen. He doesn't grow all too soft after climaxing, and continues to fuck you even after you both just came. With sloppy patience, sure, because you're practically begging for mercy under him… but the point is that he just won't stop. He continues to pump you with strong hips and infinite stamina, and groans how perfect you are as you approach your second orgasm.
He places so much trust on his cock that, perhaps surprisingly, you're the first woman he has ever put his mouth on. It's the only thing that makes that eternal shield of pride tilt aside a bit, because he hates it when he doesn't know what he's doing… but neither is he a man who backs down when faced with a challenge!
He doesn't know what he's doing, which means he takes a mental note of every single thing that makes you shiver and sigh. This Polish bear learns to please you and just you, examines how you respond to slow licks and fast laps, sucks on your nub until you cry, and when he sees how much you enjoy his treatment, this man goes crazy.
"You like that, kochanie?" He pants between your legs, drunk on your pussy, swearing in Polish and giving lewd comments about how wet you are. He only ups the pace with his tongue when you cum. You're an overstimulated mess, but he's not done. He crawls on top of you and gets down to business with his thick cock, those heavy balls start to slap against your soaked flesh until you feel like you have no brains left.
"It's easier to just stop fighting, kotku," he seems to approve of your wet, moaning state more than anything. But it's the wickedly pleased gruff of "Let's get married, Słoneczko," that sends you spiraling into another overstimulated, glorious orgasm.
You don't even know that he's already told his whole family about you. You don't yet know that his grandmother already loves you. But it starts to dawn on you that you got more than you bargained for when Gromsko informs you that he'll take you to Poland but only as his wife.
Perhaps that's where this man's charm lies! Gromsko simply knows what he wants: a good loyal wife and a nice, large family. If you can give them to him, he's not wasting any time getting you pregnant. You're knocked up before you even know it, there's a ring on your finger before you get to say Na Zdrowie. You're his little wife now, and there's nothing you can do about it ❤️
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midnightsun-if · 7 months
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Hello!! Okay so ROs reaction to MC being asked out in front of them..? (crushing stage vs. relationship stage)
Crushing Stage
Koda: "What did that person want, Anon?" His eyes trail after the receding figure, the smallest of furrows to his brow. However, his expression easily slips into a fond smile when he turns back to you. "Did you have a nice chat? Did they need help with an assignment?"
When you shake your head, and tell him what had occurred, a rush of emotions tears through him, but he shakes them off. You were here with him after all, right? He had no reason to worry. Being at your side is more than enough for him.
Scarlett: Emerald eyes flash in the darkness, keen ears easily picking up inane chatter from drunk imbeciles, but she steadies herself to find one in particular. Perfect white teeth, and sharpened fangs on full display, make an appearance when crimson-painted lips pull back in a sneer. Moving through the party is easy, slipping through messily dancing bodies and swatches of too-strong perfume, Scarlett finds her target-- a familiar figure, one she'd recognize anywhere, now accompanied by another.
With ease, Scarlett settles by your side, noting, with some measure of glee, that the individual who had dared try to ask you out had stiffened in response to her presence. Good, her mind purrs. Maybe this will teach you a valuable lesson. Her instincts scream at her to growl, to make her claim, but she simply turns to you, with an unimpressed arch of her brow. "This is the company you keep, Anon? I thought I could expect more from you."
Cyrus/Cyra: The question, such a simple one in the grand scheme of things, whirls around in their mind: Will you go out with me? It shouldn't affect them the way that it did, especially not when you had stuttered out a brief, yet polite, no, but it did. A vice grip had surrounded their heart when the question had been poised, when your answer still hung in the silence after, and they didn't know what to do about it. Didn't know how they could explain it.
All they do know, is that, for the moment at least, you were here with them. And that the peace you brought them with such a simple action did more than you could ever possibly realize.
Quinn: Crossing their arms over their chest, Quinn is almost impressed by the bravado in which the person asked you out-- the key word being almost. They could feel their wolf rise to the newest challenger posed to them, but it's a reaction that's quickly stamped down. Anon isn't ours to claim. Their wolf thrashes in their chest at that, wholeheartedly disagreeing. Settle.
Quinn isn't sure if the command had worked, or if their wolf had simply quieted down due to you turning back to look at them-- the person who had asked you out completely forgotten. They know it's something they'll have to bring up with you, the bond their wolf has formed, but for now, in the face of your smile, they decide to simply live in the moment.
Caden: They've never wanted to be more invisible than they do right now-- wanting nothing more than to slip into the shadows and vanish. But, they couldn't leave you, no matter how much they may want to, and that's not something that'll ever change. However, when you turn back to them with a scoff, and a playful roll of your eyes, one that they had come to recognize as being a look solely meant for them, something settles within their chest once more.
Their hold on the mortal plain becomes stronger, more iron-clad in intensity, as they offer you a shy smile in return. It may hurt at times to see you get attention from others, especially when they slip under the radar, but knowing you'll always turn back to see them? That makes up for everything.
Sloane: "What did that asshole want?" They grunt, placing down the drinks you had requested they get-- trying to ignore the fact that they had heard the conversation that had just occurred perfectly. Stamping down the familiar flames of anger that lick at their heart, that wish to burn across their tongue and scorch the culprits that had caused it. It's not Anon's fault, fur-bag, they think. Who wouldn't want to ask them out? It's not their fault that you're too chickenshit to do anything about your feelings.
"Nothing of any substance." You take a sip of your drink. "Asked me out. Said no. That's all really."
Something settles within their chest then, Sloane and their wolf coming together in a way they hadn't in years, at the knowledge that you were still within grasp-- they just had to finally be brave enough to hold on.
Blake: A subtle frown furrows their brow at the scene unraveling in front of them, violet eyes flashing with varying emotions before they settle on amusement-- even if it's completely fake. Without putting much stock into the action, Blake shifts over to wrap an arm around your shoulders, body pressed firmly against your side. Their eyes don't shift from the other person's, although a softer emotion wells up within their chest when you lean into their touch, as they dare them to continue forward with their plan.
Blake may not be ready for a relationship yet, but that doesn't mean they want anyone coming in to fuck up their momentum.
Reginald/Regina: Unfamiliar pangs of varying emotions erupt in their chest at the conversation happening right in front of them, hands ball into fists on their lap. They don't know why it bothers them so much. Is it because the person asking you out is supernatural and I'm human? No. Despite what many might think, R doesn't think of their humanity as a hindrance or a curse. No, they muse, observing you and the smile on your lips. It's because I can see that person making them happy. Making them feel precisely how I wish to make them feel... The only difference is that I know I can do it better.
They don't say any of that, however. Don't feel the need as you quickly end the conversation and turn back to them, smile still in place, and R, just for a moment, believes that it's entirely because of them.
Relationship Stage
Koda: Without thought he wraps a strong arm around your shoulders, tugging you into his side. Whiskey brown eyes flash in warning, a deep rumble echoing from his chest. "Taken." It's all that needed to be said-- there was no arguing in the face of a protective shifter.
Scarlett: A chilling fire suffuses itself within her gaze, causing vibrant green to appear that much more luminescent. "Did you truly just ask out my beloved in front of me?" Fangs bared, Scarlett tugs you closer to her side, she envisions all the ways she could tear the person down. But, at the soft hand on her thigh, coupled with the tender kiss you place on her neck, she lets some of her growls die down, your message as clear as if you had spoken. "You're in luck. My heart has decided that you don't deserve what's coming to you for being so foolish." She waves her hands towards the exit. "So go, but make no mistake in thinking that if you ever come near us again that I'll be as forgiving."
Cyrus/Cyra: The gold vanishes from their eyes instantly, blood red taking its place. They could feel the heat growing in their palms, their beast thrashing against its proverbial cage to be let loose, but they reign it in-- they don't wish to accidentally harm you. "Leave," they snarl, voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "Or else I will show you personally what it means to make an enemy of a phoenix."
Quinn: "Dude," they say, completely unimpressed. Their arm, still slung over your shoulder, tightens imperceptibly. "I know you can clearly see that Anon is taken. Why the hell do you want to stir up trouble?" Their wolf burns to make its presence known, but Quinn holds out for now-- if silence doesn't work, nor the glare, then they'll let their inner animal out. Anything if it meant protecting you.
Caden: Ice runs through their veins, silver eyes flashing menacingly but they don't say anything-- there wasn't a need to. Not when they could see the fear of the unknown already sparked into life within the other person's eyes. And if you were simply going to ignore them? Then so would they. If needed, they'll handle the situation later.
Sloane: A threatening growl tears through their chest, eyes flashing in warning. Pressing closer into your side, snarl still in place, Sloane is soothed by your familiar scent, by the presence that always brings them a wave of peace. It's the perfect soothing balm for their aching soul, and it's not something they'll ever want to go without. Even if it means they have to fight jackasses.
Blake: Running a hand down your arm, Blake pulls you closer to their body, angled in such a way that your gaze would only be able to see them. Nimble fingers tangle into the fine strands of your hair, tugging hard enough to maintain your attention, but soft enough so it doesn't hurt, they press a fleeting kiss to your lips. Revealing in the fact that your attention was on them, and only them, not anyone else. "Want to get out of here, angel?"
Reginald/Regina: "Do you even know them?" They cross their arms over their chest. "Yeah, they're a pretty face, but they're so much more than that. Do you know their favorite color? Hobbies? What they like to eat for snacks? The fact that they already have a partner that does?"
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52: Kisses that have their knees buckling under them
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Steve has him backed into a wall at the back of the Hideout. Even has an arm bracing against it near his head for good measure.
“I take it you liked it, big boy,” Eddie’s voice carries all the bravado he’s not feeling. If Eddie had known that a single metal cover of Steve’s favorite song would’ve put him in this position, he would’ve done it ages ago.
Steve gets even closer, their chests almost brushing. Eddie feels molten under his gaze. “I did,” is all Steve says. It takes Eddie all of his self control to stay put— to not throw himself at the other man. Whatever weird game of chicken this is, he’s going to win it.
Steve brings his other hand to his face, gripping Eddie’s chin inbetween his thumb and forefinger. “You did good, baby,”
Baby.
Eddie’s head is spinning in anticipation when Steve grazes his thumb against his bottom lip and tugs on it, his half-lidded eyes tracking every movement. “Can I kiss you?”
Eddie doesn’t spare a moment before he’s nodding. He feels Steve’s arm wind around his waist pulling him closer. Eddie sends a silent apology to every pretentiously perfect movie kiss he had ever ridiculed, every girl that came into class, dazed after a make out session with the King of Hawkins High he had ever made fun of. Because the moment Steve kisses him, Eddie’s knees buckle leaving him scrambling for purchase on Steve’s shirt to keep himself upright.
He’s helpless to stop the breathy moan that punches out of him as Steve angles his head to sweep his tongue into Eddie’s mouth, fighting the urge to whine in complaint when he finally pulls away.
They just stand there holding each other, breath fogging in the cold, as the world slowly comes back into focus. Steve softly cups the side of Eddie’s face, so at odds with the filthy way he’d just been kissed by the same man.
“Where did you park?” Steve asks, lips brushing the shell of Eddie’s ear— so naturally Eddie hears none of it.
“Huh?”
“Your van, sweetheart. Where did you park it? Wanna take you home,”
“Love the enthusiasm Stevie, but shouldn’t you be taking Robbie to her house first,” Eddie chuckles.
“Fuck,”
Eddie laughs harder, reeling a little at the fact that Steve had gotten so hung up on kissing little ole Eddie Munson that he’d forgotten about his own soul sister.
“Stay right here, I’ll come back for you,” Steve promises, a picture of reluctance as he pulls away. “I mean not right here— inside cos it’s cold,”
“Okay big boy, drive safe,” Eddie’s blows him a kiss which Steve mimes catching and puts it in his breast pocket right by his heart.
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