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ghostlychief · 1 year

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Heyhey! I've been reading your Ghost fanfics recently and all I can say is dhehfvebihgfehbifehbferiubfrifferijfr,j, <33333, is it okay if you can write a drunk!Simon x gn reader?? It's okay if not! Have a nice day ^^

Thank you so much for reading my ghost fics!! I hope you enjoyed them <3 I love the concept of drunk!Simon, so I hope that you enjoy what i threw together. Also, I just wanted to say that your ask was so nice and sweet, and i hope that you're having a great day/night. Ok, i think that's all- enjoy!!! <3

Full of Surprises

Pairing: oneshot; Simon "Ghost" Riley x gn reader

warnings: alcohol drinking; drunk Simon and reader; fluff; ( i apologize for any typos or grammar mistakes lol)

wc: 1.1k+

Summary: You witness drunk Simon for the first time

It was not often that you saw Simon drunk, let alone, more drunk that you. Between the two of you, you were always more of a lightweight. It makes sense after all, he was a 6’4 250 (plus) pound man who had a penchant for whiskey. So, whenever you two went drinking, you rarely saw him inebriated.

However, tonight seemed to be the night of firsts. One, because he was teasing you, which he sometimes does, but not to this extent, and two, because Simon was drunker than you, already on his fourth glass of whiskey.

You didn’t really know what to expect a drunk Simon to look like. Maybe he would be quieter, more so than usual. Maybe he would become loud and boisterous. Maybe he would pick bar fights with people who crossed him, or who looked at you the wrong way. What you weren’t expecting was for Simon to become affectionate with you while drunk.

Like, really affectionate.

PDA was not his forte, nor was he super comfortable with it. He was quieter, reserved, and definitely enjoyed his privacy, especially when it came to romantic relationships. Sure, he would hold your hand, or toss his arm around your shoulder when you guys were out, but nothing more extreme than that. Every once in a while, a small kiss would be thrown into the mix. He left the thigh holding, rubbing your back, kissing your cheek, forehead, nose, for when you guys were in private.

You could already tell Simon was a little drunk tonight when he pulled your barstool closer to him, his strength almost making you topple over. When you regained your balance, you looked at him with your eyebrows raised, but a ghost of a smile crossed your lips.

He locked eyes with you, “What? I just wanted you to be closer to me.”

Well, you couldn’t argue with that; you always wanted to be closer with him too. But you never wanted to push him too much.

You lean your head on your hand and coo, “Aw, is that it?”

“Mhm,” he pulls you in for a kiss.

You’re expecting the kiss to just be a peck, so when you start to pull away, you’re taken aback when Simon brings up a hand to gently cup your jaw, preventing you from detaching from him.

He deepens the kiss; you’ve never kissed him like this in public before.

When you finally pull away, you’re left breathless, and you’re a hair’s breath away from him. You can clearly make out his dilated pupils and the specks in his eyes; they always seemed to shine the brightest while gazing at you.

Before you know it, he’s leaning in again, but this time he leaves a kiss on your nose, and brushes his thumb across your cheek.

Once he pulls away, he places his large hand on your thigh, now easily accessible to him since he pulled your chair closer.

“You’re full of surprises tonight.” You place your hand on top of his that rests on your thigh and lightly rub your thumb across his knuckles.

He just laughs at your comment, something else that’s mainly reserved for just you, in the privacy of your home.

“What can I say, I’m a man full of surprises. You just haven’t seen them all.” He grants you with a wide grin, a grin that makes your cheeks warm and eyes sparkle.

“Oh? So, there’s more that I’m missing out on?”

“Maybe.” He grins at you again, then orders another glass of whiskey. His hand doesn’t leave your leg.

“You know what, give me what you’re having.” You tap the rim of his glass.

“You’re finally going to join the whiskey train, huh? I’ve been trying to get you to for so long now, what gives now?”

“You. I like seeing you like this.” You bring your hand up to gently rub his shoulder and you give him a sweet kiss on his cheek. You could have sworn that there was a light pink dusting his cheeks, making him glow.

“Say no more, my liege.” You laugh at his silly nickname for you, and you see the pink that’s coating his cheeks getting darker.

You both finally get your drinks. However, you’re not on your fifth glass like he is, only your second, so you’re a little buzzed, but not drunk, just yet.

Besides his teasing and being more touchy, you find that Simon also talks a lot more while drinking; something you come to love. You love his voice after all, it can put you to sleep (in a good way of course), but it also just soothes you. The deep rumble of it sounds like waves to your ears.

He’s telling you a story about the time when the team had to run four miles for training, and how he was never a runner, always more of a weights guy, so he was dreading the run for days leading up to it.

Well, it turns out he’s actually quite a good runner, despite his heavy muscle mass.

The whole time he’s telling his story, you’re nodding your head, listening intently, but while also trying to keep up. His words are starting to slur together, though he’s still mainly composed.

“You should have seen me, bean. I was flying. I beat all those fuckers with ease.”

Bean? He never calls me that outside of the house. Your feel the butterflies start to stir in your tummy, always loving it when he calls you sweet names.

You squeeze his shoulder, “That’s amazing, I’m so proud of you baby.”

“It was pretty amazing.” He sighs, which you find hilarious at that moment, so you burst into laughter, and Simon looks at you like you’re crazy, but then he starts laughing too.

You’re trying to talk but you’re still laughing, “Honest, that sounds really great, Simon. I really am proud of you.”

Your laughs finally die down, and he brings you in for another kiss. This time, you’re both smiling into it, and you feel the butterflies rise and rise, until they reach your heart and make it flutter.

When he pulls away, he trails his hand down your side until it rests on your waist. He gives you a squeeze, “You know I love you, right?” He’s gazing at you fondly, and you’re finding it hard to look away from him.

“Of course I do.” You’re smiling at him like he hung the moon and the starts up in the sky just for you.

“Ok, I just had to make sure.”

You shake your head, showing your disbelief, “Come here.”

You pull him in for a long, warm hug, something that you know Simon secretly enjoys the most.

“What do you say we get out of here?” you murmur this, lips brushing over his ear.

“I would love nothing more.”

Hope you enjoyed! <3

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daily-joel · 2 months

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YOUR JOEL IS ADORABLE. I WANT TO HOLD HIM SO GENTLY AND GIVE HIM HEADPATS AND UNLIMITED TNT. CUTIE LOL GUY

He accepts your gifts with open arms and sparkly eyes D: is just an extra for you <33333

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goldeunoias · 6 months

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Let's play a game....

A/N: Genshin Impact Lofi makes me write the best idk

Word Count: ~2k of Jay porn because they give me the best anons and reblogs and comments <33333

Synopsis: Sugar Daddy! Jay x Female! Reader

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"If you keep me company after dinner I'll add an extra two grand," he remarked in a sultry voice, placing his black card in the hand of the waiter to pay the bill.

You swallowed thickly and bit down on your lip, calculating the amount you could make just from tonight. It was your first time doing this sort of thing and you were surprised you made it through the dinner without making a complete fool of yourself.

"F-for how long," you stammered out. Jongseong chuckled and took off his suit jacket, rolling up his sleeves as he set his elbows on the table.

"Every hour will make two grand. How about that?" He cooed, staring at you with mischief in his eyes.

"Th....three grand," you countered, twiddling with your thumbs underneath the table. You couldn't believe you were actually doing something like this, getting extra cash by keeping a man with too much money to spare company.

Jongseong laughed and thanked the waiter when they came back with his card, taking a sip of his wine before standing up and beckoning you to do the same.

"As you wish kitten."

Your head kept repeating the pet name he'd called you over and over as he grabbed your hand and gently led you up the elevator of the six-star hotel, Jay's hands moving to your hips once you both were alone in it.

It caught you off guard and a sharp breath left you as Jongseong rested his head in the crook of your neck, your eyes unable to look back into his carob ones.

"What's wrong kitten? No need to be so shy, I'll treat you better than any college low-life ever could," he cooed in your ear, kissing the shell of it and biting it gently. Your hands clamped down onto his forearms for stability and you nodded, your breaths getting caught in your throat as you felt heat rise to the surface of your skin.

When you got to his private floor Jongseong released you and meandered his way to his bedroom he took off his shoes and undid his tie, beckoning you to follow him.

You were silently preparing yourself for a sex dungeon or something as you walked into his bedroom, though when he opened the door it was surprisingly normal. Jongseong could read your mannerisms easily and smiled at them, sitting at the edge of the bed and gesturing for you to stand between his legs.

"I do have some interesting tastes but I wouldn't go as far as to do something like that on your first time with me," he hummed, his hands massaging your thighs tenderly.

"Soo...what are we going to?" you meekly inquired, struggling to hold his gaze for longer than a second.

Jongseong pouted and clucked his tongue in thought.

"Surely you have some kinks you've yet to try out kitten, being so young and all," he drawled, pulling you down onto your knees and holding your face still. He slid his thumb into your mouth and you hesitantly began sucking on it, the callouses against his fingers stimulating your tongue.

"I could breed your pretty princess parts until your cunt is entirely painted white by me and only me..." he began, his eyes darkening.

"I could use pretty pink ribbons to tie you up and edge you in ways I bet your body has never even felt until your face is puffy with tears on how badly you want to come," Jongseong continued, darkly smiling at you when you felt you swallow thickly.

"Or maybe I could make you ride me for hours until your legs are shaking and your cunt has made a mess all over me. Whaddya think kitten?" He inquired, removing his thumb from your mouth.

By now you could feel your nipples erect and pushing against the material of your dress and you'd felt thick droplets of arousal leak onto your underwear, causing you to shift between your legs.

"I-I don't know...I've never done, um, those types of things," you replied timidly, your chest hitching when Jongseong dragged a finger down your jugular to your sternum.

"Mmm, then I guess it's my choice then. Stand up and pull down your underwear and dress for me yeah?" he cooed at you, leaning back on his palms to take in the view as you lowered both.

You tried to do it quickly so he couldn't see how much you soiled yourself just from his words, though Jongseong's eyes were quicker than your movements as he saw the stickiness you'd made on yourself.

"Aw, my kitten made a mess of herself, she even started creaming," Jongseong condescendingly said, his hands reaching between your legs. His fingers felt hot against your clit and you whimpered in reply, your hands going to his shoulders.

Your legs buckled slightly when he collected droplets of arousal on the pad of his finger before sliding the digit into his tongue.

"Taste yourself kitten," he teased, sticking out his tongue for you to take.

You gulped and hesitantly leaned down to kiss him, tensing up when you felt the heat of his tongue slide into your mouth. You tasted arousal mixed with expensive merlot and your hands bunched up his button-up as he deepened it, sliding trickles of saliva into your mouth until your entire mouth was coated was traces of him.

You pushed yourself off of him to come up for air, your body heaving as he sunk his teeth into your neck. You rasped out his name from your lips as the texture of his tongue brushed against the mark he'd made, admiring his handy work.

After all, he didn't like sharing his toys.

"Kitten, you're gonna find that I have some strange tastes," he trailed off, standing up and motioning for you to lay at the head of his plush bed watching intently as he moved about the room.

"What's your favorite color?" He inquired suddenly, opening the drawer at his dresser. You couldn't see what was in it and you told him hesitantly, Jongseong pulling out a silk ribbon of the color you'd said.

"Since we're gonna do some playing, why don't we make your favorite color the safe word yeah?" He cooed, grabbing your wrists with one hand and binding them.

"P-playing?"

"Mhmm," he hummed, unable to hide the dark grin he had.

"I don't uh, like pain by the way so don't do any of that please," you whined out, squirming a bit against the bindings. He shushed you gently and kissed your cheeks, dragging his finger down the bridge of your nose.

"Safeword, remember it and use it at any time. You're in safe hands," he soothed. Once he felt you had calmed down some he went to his nightstand and pulled out a candle with a lighter.

"Don't worry, it's made for this," he answered before you could ask. He let the wax warm up a bit before turning it slightly, a trickle falling and landing on your belly.

The sensation made you arch like back as the heat spread across your belly, like warm shower water hitting your skin.

"Oh? Does kitten like wax play?" Jongseong teased, watching your breathing hitch when warm droplets hit your sternum.

You panted out an "I don't know" as you watched the wax harden on your body, feeling your inner thighs become sticky from keeping them closed.

He hummed and carefully let some trickle near an erect nipple, your body tensing as you felt the teasing sensation gnaw at your skin. Desperate whimpers were the only thing that left you when he did so to the other, Jongseong drinking in the stickiness you'd made on your thighs.

He wanted to tease you more but he was getting impatient with himself, gently grabbing one of your ankles so your core was on full display to him.

"Oh kitten, you're making a mess of yourself. I guess I should plug up your cunt before it gets messier yeah?" Jongseong tutted, reaching into a different compartment and pulling out a vibrator.

Even looking at it made your cheeks burn and you cast your head to the side in embarrassment, Jongseong clucking his tongue and raising your head slightly so you could watch him insert it into you.

"Let's play a game," Jongseong hummed, grabbing a chair and sitting at the foot of the bed so he could see your body in full. He dangled the remote that controlled the vibrator in front of you, leaning back into his chair.

"You have to guess what number I'm thinking of between 1 and 20. But since I'm such a nice person, if you're within 3 digits I'll let you control the settings. If not, I control it. Sound good?"

You shook your head. "Write down each number so you don't cheat, that's the only way I'll agree," you countered. Jongseong raised his brows and nodded, getting a pad and a pen from his drawer.

"Works for me. Let's start the setting at medium as a baseline."

Your jaw immediately went slack as you felt the vibration pressing against the spongy part of your walls and your swollen bud, your legs shaking as you processed the sensation.

"oh kitten likes it already," he cooed, writing down a number. "ok beautiful guess your number."

You racked your brain for an answer, trying to think of a good starting point.

"Ten"

Jongseong chuckled and moved the bar until it was near it's highest, your hands squirming against the silk bindings as you felt a tight knot force it's way into your belly.

"Mmm wrong, it was 18," he corrected, holding up the pad to show you he wasn't lying. "You're off to a bad start kitten, especially since you need to get at three before you even think about cumming," Jongseong taunted, watching you helplessly writhe against the sensation.

"Next round then hurry, please," you croaked out, heat emitting from your body in waves.

"As you wish~," he calmly responded, writing down another number. "Now guess."

"Fifteen" you panted out, your toes curling as you felt the knot get tighter and tighter. "Oh god, Jongseong please," you heaved out.

"Right on the money kitten, the number was fifteen. Because I'm feeling nice I'll count that as two. One more kitten and then you can come so make me proud yeah?" Jongseong soothed, reaching over to massage your ankle as you lay shaking.

You nodded and shut your eyes while Jongseong wrote, your nails digging into your skin to focus on anything but how tight your walls were around the vibrator.

"Guess kitten."

"F-four," you groaned. Jongseong tsked and held it up to you, revealing the number twelve. He promptly turned the vibrator all the way down so you could only feel the slightest sensation, Jongseong setting aside the pen and paper.

He walked over to the side of the bed and held your sweaty face by your cheeks, stroking one softly.

"Aw, the poor kitten didn't get to cum. But don't worry, I have plenty of other games we can play..."

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I write more for members whose fans give me the most anons, reblogs, and comments because liking a fic doesn't tell writers anything! So pls tell me <3333

Anywho I hope you enjoyed 😜

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cosmiic-world · 1 year

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Mammon having a huge debt to a coven of witches and he has to pay it with his body as a bottom *wink* *wink*

i like the way you think 🤭. i’ve been ITCHING to write submissive mammon so thank you anon!

cw: witch!dom!reader, sub!mammon <33333, foursome, sensory deprivation (blindfold), pet names (love, puppy), praise, use of mistress and master, cunnilingus, pain kink,

"my, my... what do we have here?" you said, smirking at the demon who just walked into your home. "what brings you here?"

"i needed to tell you somethin'..." he said, looking at the floor guiltily.

"hm? need more money?" you said, tilting your head. "we've already given you plenty.."

"i-it's not like that.. i just... don't have the money to give it back to you.." he stammered out, heart pounding in his chest from anxiety. "i'm really sorry, i know i said i was gonna pay it by today but- i don't have it.."

the other witches in your coven overheard his guilty confession and were now behind you.

“oh darling… that just won’t do.” said one.

“how will you repay us..? i wonder..” said another.

“i’ll do anythin’. i-i swear! anythin’!” he said, almost trembling from sheer nerves.

the witches behind you began to murmur. “let’s make him do our chores!” or “let’s make him our pet.”

the more he waited, the more nervous he got so he knelt, hands together in a prayer motion. “please… have mercy.. i-i’ll do anythin’…”

“something tells me,” you began, taking slow steps toward the kneeling demon which made the other witches settle into silence, “you want us to use your body…” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, only for him to hear as you bent down to a squat beside him.

his breath hitched as he froze, looking at you with wide eyes. “w-what..?” he said, fear in his eyes.

“oh don’t be so surprised. i can smell the lust dripping from you.. you want us to use you. as a way of repaying your debt.” you said, letting out a soft giggle as his cheeks flushed.

“i-i-“ he stammered, his heart skipping a few beats.

“it’s okay… no need to be so nervous, pet.” you said, gently stroking his head which made him shiver as the pet name rolled off your tongue with ease. “i’ll tell you what. for every 600 grimm, you have to let us give you one orgasm.” you held one finger in his face, almost teasing him.

he froze. he owed 12,000 grimm! “then that means-“

“20 orgasms. you can handle that, can’t you?” you said, standing straight and looking down at him with a sinister smile.

mammon felt shivers run down his spine, whimpering underneath your gaze.

“the smell of lust is growing! he likes this already~” one of the witches behind you said.

“of course he does,” you ran your fingers through his hair before grabbing a handful of it and pulling his head back, making him whine, “he’s just a dumb little slut.” you tsk’d before letting his hair go. “come on, get up.”

he did as told and stood behind you, fidgeting nervously. he flinched as he felt a hand on his shoulder, looking behind him to see another witch with a wicked smile.

“don’t worry, i won’t hurt you. at least, not yet.” she giggled before holding up a piece of black silk. “i’m jus’ gonna wrap this around your eyes, okay?” she said cheerily before doing as she said, blindfolding him.

she led him to your guest room and laid him down on the bed, taking off his clothes.

“look at him,” you cooed, straddling his waist and bending down until your lips just barely grazed his earlobe, “such a good boy.” you whispered, making him shiver.

you laughed as you pulled away from his ear, sitting up on him as another witch tracing her fingertip around his nipple which made him whine.

“please… don’t tease..” he said in a breathy tone. he whimpered in surprise as he felt a hand grab his chin forcefully.

“you don’t get to command us. we command you.” you said, harshly. “you’re our dog tonight. so be a good boy and obey. got that?”

he couldn’t help but nod, the dominant tone making him harder than he already was.

“look at that~ he’s already got a buncha pre-cum.” a witch teased, her hand wrapping around his cock and slowly stroking him.

“oh fuck-!” he whined as he arched his back slightly. he had to bite his lip to contain his moans.

“don’t hide your noises, love.” you used two fingers to gently pull his bottom lip from under his teeth.

the witch sped up her strokes, smiling as he moaned more loudly.

“there we go… good boy.” you cooed, making mammon’s chest swell with pride. “you like being a bottom, don’t you..”

“yes! ‘m gonna cum! oh f-fuck!” he moaned out shamelessly, his cheeks starting to get flushed.

“cum.” you said, leaning down and gently biting his earlobe. at that, he came and you could feel his body twitching underneath yours, smiling as you smoothed your hands over his warm skin, making him audibly shiver.

“move. it’s my turn.” one witch almost growled at the other.

“sage. calm down.” you said, glaring at her. you turned to the witch who had mammon’s dick in her hand. “rowena, let her have a turn.”

she listened and stepped aside, sage stepping right where she was and immediately teasing the poor demon, circling her thumb on his sensitive tip.

“ah-! w-wait! i just came!” he whined, his hips trying to jerk away from her hand.

“now now, how do you expect to give us 20 orgasms? we’ll be here all night if we give you a break..” you said, giggling sadistically.

“can i..” he gulped nervously as sage stopped her teasing for a brief moment. “can i taste you..?” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“i couldn’t quite hear you darling..” you said, teasing him. meanwhile, sage began pumping his cock slowly.

“i-i wanna taste you! please!” he moaned out loudly. his hands grabbed and tugged at the bedsheets as he squirmed in embarrassment.

“alright, since you’ve been so good for us so far.” you said, getting off of him to take off your pants and panties. you gently took off his blindfold before straddling his waist again, giggling as he quickly grabbed hold of your thighs.

“please.. please. smells s’ good. wanna taste.” he said, trying to pull you closer but failing which made him whine.

“be patient, puppy.” you said before making your way toward his face, noticing his smile as your pussy got closer and closer.

he lifted his head to try and get a taste but you were too high up for him. he grabbed your waist and pulled you down, moaning as he sunk his tongue into your sweet pussy.

at that point, he had forgotten all about sage, which annoyed her slightly so she began to stroke his cock at a harsh pace, making him gasp and moan louder into your pussy.

you moaned softly as you felt him lap up your juices, gently grabbing onto his hair and pulling him up slightly. "quite- hah.. desperate, are we?" you said, humming from the buzz of pleasure that ran up your spine.

"so.. good." he said as he pulled away for a brief moment before pulling your hips down harshly against his face, practically clawing at your waist and legs.

you couldn't help the sharp gasp and whine that escaped you as the pain from his nails digging into your legs combined with the pleasure he was giving you, resulting in you pulling his hair more harshly. "oh god!" you moaned.

"she has a good pussy, right?" rowena said as she ghosted her fingers over his tan skin, making you flush. she straddled his waist, just as you had, and came behind you to kiss along your shoulder and neck, leaving small hickeys here and there.

"r-ro-" your protests were cut short as her nimble fingers began to play with your nipples, making you gasp and arch your back, your head leaning back onto her shoulder.

"shh.. just focus on how good you feel." she purred into your ear, giggling as she tugged more harshly.

your mind became hazy as the pleasure became too much and you came on mammon's tongue. "s-stop.. no more." you mumbled as he licked up all your cum, the overstimulation settling in. you got off mammon's face, much to his dismay.

sage was still pumping his cock even though he'd already came for the second time. yet he was still enjoying the pleasure.

he looked at you, his eyelids hooded and drool seeping out from the corner of his mouth. "wanna.. feel.. your pussy.. on my.. cock.." he mumbled out, reaching out a hand to you.

you leaned down to him with a smile. "i'll give it to you.." you paused before giving his cock a harsh slap, making him let out a strangled moan, "after you give us another orgasm." you giggled as you slapped his cock again, making him cry out.

"remember, you still owe us 18 orgasms."

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babyjakes · 1 year

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event | jan '23 blurb night

summary | the sweet camp nurse takes advantage of you during a fever spell.

pairing | soft!dark!camp nurse!ari levinson x camp counselor!reader

warnings | soft!dark!ari, non/dubcon (mayhaps ari drugs reader), fingering, forced orgasm, crying, mocking and humiliation vibes, praise, ari is so yummy to me <33333

word count | 891

requested by @onsunnyside | you’re a camp counsellor for the summer, spending the hottest months of the year by the lake and soaking up the sunshine. the kids love you, as do all of your fellow counsellors !! you’re up for anything, always ready to take the kids on a hike or participate in the activities (crafts are your favourite). you want them to look back at these days and treasure the memories !! oh but then you start feeling sick, waking up in a cold sweat and unable to fall back asleep. it’s so sudden that you brush it off like nothing, but then it happens again and again, and soon enough you’re utterly exhausted which isn’t good when you have a group of kids to keep entertained all day. the first person to notice your change in attitude is the camp nurse. admittedly you’ve got a little crush on Ari (who wouldn’t? 😌) he’s tall, handsome and beefy, and has the prettiest smile. you haven’t spoken to him much but you do enjoy staring at him when he tans on the boardwalk 😳“May I?” He holds his hand a few inches from your forehead. You nod, fighting back a shiver as his warm palm gently touches your skin. “You’re pretty warm. Why haven’t you come to see me earlier?” You shrug, ducking away from his disappointed stare. “You should focus on setting a good example, sweetheart. The kids look up to you, so you’ve gotta take care of yourself too.”

an | oh sonny 😵‍💫 no bc he would absolutely be the hottest camp nurse ever, your mind wtf 🫠🫠 so sweet, great with the kids, full of concern for you— it’s just too easy to trust him and that’s exactly what he wants 😔✋ THANKYOU for this brilliant thot bby!!

so he does really take notice so quickly; as soon as he sees you for the first time in your deteriorated state, he pulls you aside gently while motioning to your other team leader to take over in the meantime. he brings you back to the hallway by the restrooms and drinking fountains, where there's more privacy.

"everything okay, sweetheart?" though he already suspects you're burning up. "here, can i feel for a fever?" his hand is so gentle on your tender head, and you're so woozy you honestly just want to lean into the soft, comforting touch. he sees you being lulled a bit by the contact and his face softens. "c'mon, i'm taking you back to the nurse's cabin. you need some ibuprofen and a nap."

he goes and checks in with the rest of the team for a moment, making sure your position will be covered until you can return. then you start off on the walk over to the cabin. it's somewhat tucked away, on the edge of the group of buildings. "you need me to carry you, honey?" he offers several times, but you're too shy and embarrassed to accept, despite feeling like you could tip over at any moment.

the cabin's interior looks a lot like a school's nurse's office. a few cots lined up with drawable curtains on tracks placed in the ceiling. some medical gear over on a counter with a sink, along with packets of crackers and bottles of water. ari's station is a little desk over by the door. the place looks surprisingly pristine compared to the state of the rest of the facility. "don't get many visitors?" you ask as he guides you over to a bed, laying you down gently after placing a paper napkin under your head.

"nope, honestly only a few scrapes or bruises here or there. but i don't mind," he tells you as he washes his hands before grabbing a thermometer and returning to you. "open up, angel. that's it," he hums as he guides the covered wand into your mouth. a few seconds later it beeps. "a hundred and two," he tells you with a frown. "poor thing."

he grabs you a water and some meds out of a little safe in the cabinet under the counter before returning to you, "here you go, sweet girl. careful taking those down," he reminds you.

you take them and try to lay back and rest as he tells you, but pretty quickly, you concerningly start to feel worse. a lot worse. you're hot all over now, writhing not from pain, but from something else- some sort of ache, deep in your tummy, you can't quite identify. from his seat at his desk across the room, ari notices your discomfort. "honey? you okay?"

"n-no, feels worse, feels-" he looks alarmed as he rushes over to you again, closing the curtains around your cot for some privacy before sitting on the edge of the blue mattress beside you, reaching out a gentle hand to place on your forehead once again. "oh angel, it's even worse than before. what's wrong, darlin'? you're so restless..."

his hand trails down to sit on your chest, feeling your heart beat heavily at a concerning speed. humiliatingly, you've begun to rub your legs together in desperation without even thinking. ari fakes concern, but really it's all going according to plan. "sweetheart," he coos, "what's the matter? something going on down here?" he gestures with his gaze. you're in tears at this point, writhing shamelessly as you start to let out the sweetest, softest whimpers he's ever heard. "shh, pretty girl. let me see. it's okay, don't cry," his voice is so steady, so soothing as he brings his hand down to pull at your leggings, your panties coming with as brings them below your knees.

you're soaking wet, dripping down onto the cot below. his brow furrows in concern. "oh no, honey. looks like you're burnin' up down here, too, huh? here, let me take a closer look," he leans down to examine your mess, easing your legs apart a little as he parts your folds with both of his big hands. "look how swollen it is down here, poor baby. here, just let me help you, angel..."

you begin to protest as he presses two fingers into your aching cunt, jerking sensitively as his thumb finds your clit. "p-please ari, this isn't-... we can't..."

"shhh," he shushes you, quickly finding your sweet spot as his thumb rub rub rubs in tight circles over your puffy button. "this is exactly what you need, y/n. gonna feel so much better, just gotta be a good girl and cum for me"

you have no strength to fight it, to fight him, and it doesn't take you long to get there at all. he brings a hand up to brush away your tears as he murmurs softly, "there- you're close, aren't you? come on, sweet thing. let go for me."

you sob through your orgasm, your needy hole clenching down with impressive strength against ari's massive fingers. he brushes your cheek and keeps whispering sweetly to you as you cum, "good girl, such a good girl for me. there you go, angel. doesn't that feel better?"

mmmm um, i need this. i need that. please.

#eun's writing #eun's blurb nights #jan ‘23 blurb night #ari levinson #ari levinson smut #dark!ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x y/n #ari levinson headcanon #ari levinson drabble #ari levinson blurb #chris evans #chris evans smut #ari levinson fanfiction #chris evans fanfiction #the red sea diving resort #ari levinson au

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devirnis · 7 months

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7 for there was only one bed prompts (10 as a back up if someone has already requested 7...or you could do both if they spark joy :3)

hi molly <33333 YOU spark joy so you get both prompts as a special treat :3

It’s late by the time Eddie finally pulls up in front of his house. In the passenger seat beside him, Buck is still staring blankly out the window, showing no indication that he’s aware they’ve arrived at their destination.

He’s been like this since they left the hospital. Quiet, still. Despondent.

“Left” is probably a generous way of putting it. After hours of keeping vigil in the hospital waiting room, Athena had practically forced them all into the parking lot after they got the news that Bobby’s surgery had gone well. The doctors were only cautiously optimistic, but their confidence was enough to have Athena sending them all home for a good night’s sleep and a change of clothes. She ordered them to look more presentable for when Bobby woke up the following day.

Eddie wishes he could summon some of Athena’s unshakeable faith – not just for Buck, but for himself as well.

When they’d arrived back at the station, Eddie had taken one look at Buck’s nearly catatonic state and made the executive decision that Buck was coming home with him. Buck hadn’t put up any fight when Eddie had taken his duffle bag and steered him to the truck; he’d barely acknowledged Eddie’s declaration that he’d be spending the night.

Now, Eddie reaches across the middle console to undo Buck’s seatbelt. The click of it releasing is deafening in the stifling silence of the truck. Buck flinches a bit at the noise, finally turning away from the window to look at Eddie.

“We’re here,” Eddie says.

Buck nods, still not speaking, and opens the passenger side door to get out. Eddie sighs and follows him.

The house is dark and still when they step inside. Eddie drops both their bags at the front door, happy to let that be a problem for tomorrow – today, whatever – before herding Buck to the kitchen. Neither of them have had anything to drink other than shitty hospital coffee since Bobby’s accident, so Eddie quickly fills two glasses with water. When he hands Buck a glass, Buck stares at it like he’s never seen water before in his life.

“Drink,” Eddie encourages. “We’re both probably dehydrated.”

Buck brings the glass to his lips, his movements jerky and robotic. Any other day, Eddie would tease him for it, but he knows that’s the last thing Buck needs right now.

After taking a few sips, Buck suddenly looks around, like he’s just realized where he is. “Chris?” he asks. His voice is hoarse from screaming for Bobby earlier.

“At Jeremy’s,” Eddie says. “I called his moms earlier and asked if he could spend the night.”

He’d slipped away after the first hour of Bobby’s surgery to make the arrangements. He’d already planned on dragging Buck home with him, but he hadn’t wanted Buck to feel like he needed to keep it together for Chris if Bobby…

Buck nods, and then finishes his water. Eddie quickly downs his own glass and plucks Buck’s out of his loose grip, depositing them both in the sink.

“Come on,” Eddie says gently. “Let’s go to bed, grab a couple hours of sleep, and then we can be at the hospital bright and early. Athena can’t turn us away if we bring breakfast.”

He offers Buck a smile, which Buck half-heartedly returns. But he seems a little less lost now that Eddie’s promised to take him back to the hospital – back to Bobby – in the morning. Eddie wonders how he can casually offer for Buck to sleep in his bed tonight. He doesn’t particularly relish the idea of Buck spending the night alone on the couch, and, maybe a little selfishly, Eddie wants the company too. He’s been trying to hold it together for Buck’s sake – he’s good at that, being strong for others when he needs to be – but that doesn’t mean that seeing Bobby unconscious and bleeding on the stretcher hadn’t shaken him to his core.

Eddie steps around Buck and heads for the hallway. “Do you –?”

“Can I join you?” Buck interrupts. “I just… I just don’t want to be alone tonight.”

You never have to ask, Eddie wants to say, and then he takes in the image of Buck before him: he’s small, hunched in on himself, lower lip caught between his teeth, already half-turned away like he’s expecting Eddie to reject him, even though Buck only beat Eddie’s offer to share the bed by a couple of seconds.

Eddie quickly closes the distance between them and folds Buck into his arms. “If you think I’m letting you sleep on the couch after today, you’re insane.”

Buck laughs into his neck, a little wetly. “Sorry. I’m just really tired.”

“Let’s go to bed, then.”

They take turns in the bathroom. When Eddie comes back into his room and sees Buck dressed in a pair of his old gym shorts and a threadbare t-shirt, something settles inside Eddie’s chest. It’s not how he wanted this to happen, but he can’t deny that having Buck here, in his bedroom, in his clothes, feels right in a way that he’s tired of ignoring.

Eddie crawls under the covers first. He expects Buck to follow suit, but when he’s settled on his back, he sees Buck still hovering awkwardly beside the bed, like he’s not sure he’s actually allowed.

“Buck, come on,” Eddie beckons him softly, lifting the sheets up.

Buck slowly climbs into the bed, settling on his side so he’s facing Eddie. Rolling over to mirror his position, Eddie can see that Buck’s eyes are wet, even in the darkness of the bedroom.

“C’mere,” Eddie says, opening his arms.

Buck chokes on a whimper, but doesn’t hesitate before burrowing into Eddie’s chest. Eddie holds him tightly as he shakes, tilting his head down to press his lips to Buck’s hair.

“It’s okay,” he whispers. “I’m right here, I’ve got you.”

Buck lets out a trembling breath. Then he tips his chin up and covers Eddie’s mouth with his own.

Eddie freezes for half a second before he instinctively starts kissing back. Buck’s mouth is soft and warm, the feeling better than anything Eddie’s imagined. And oh how he’s imagined – for weeks, trying to figure out how to gauge if kissing might be something that Buck wants too.

Then Eddie’s brain catches up to what’s happening.

Buck is seeking comfort and reassurance, and Eddie would do anything to grant him that, but he doesn’t want this to be only because Buck is worried about Bobby.

He disconnects their lips, as much as it pains him to do so. “Buck –”

Buck’s face falls. “Sorry,” Buck chokes out. “No, obviously, you don’t want – I don’t know what I was even thinking –”

He starts rolling away and fumbling with the sheets, like he’s going to get out of bed and exile himself to the couch. Eddie’s heart clenches for having inadvertently hurt Buck, even if he knows this is the right call. His hand shoots out to get a grip on Buck’s shoulder and reel him back in.

“Of course I want this,” Eddie says earnestly. Buck looks guarded, but he’s stopped actively trying to escape, at least. “I want you. But not – It’s late and we’re tired and I want to do it properly. Start us properly.”

“Us?” Buck repeats quietly.

“Yes, us.” Eddie manhandles Buck on to his side so Eddie can curl up behind him. “We’ll talk about it in the morning, okay?”

“Okay,” Buck agrees, his voice a relieved exhale.

He snuggles back against Eddie, and Eddie can’t help but press a kiss to the back of Buck’s neck. Buck sighs contentedly as he covers Eddie’s hand on his chest with his own, threading their fingers together.

“It’s going to be okay,” Eddie whispers against his skin. He can’t make any promises, but he knows: they’re together now, whatever happens. They’ll hold each other through it.

“Okay,” Buck says again, and then brings their joined hands up and kisses Eddie’s knuckles. “Thank you.”

I love you, Eddie thinks. He’ll say those words soon, but not tonight. Instead, he rests his forehead against the nape of Buck’s neck. “Any time.” What he really means is every time, all the time, for the rest of our lives. From the way Buck melts back against him, Eddie thinks he might be able to hear those words anyway.

(also on ao3)

#bigfootsmom #911 ficlet #buddie ficlet #evan buckley x eddie diaz #myfic #bed sharing prompts #fic: can we just say the rest with no sound #ali answers

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fruitsoxs · 11 months

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the last anon holyshit <33333 maybe for Vash too?

of course!! he's such a loser I love him <3

pairings: vash x (gender neutral) reader

warnings: !nsfw minors dni! , masturbating , descriptions of moaning, all that fun stuff

notes: this took me forever lol. no beta again im praying there aren't any errors

It’s almost like a breath of fresh air slumping down onto the bed after a long day of wandering through the desert. Vash’s back hits the mattress and he lets out a soft sigh, closing his eyes. Originally he was planning on slinking down to the bar to let loose a little, but he found himself just too tired to drink with strangers. He was expecting you to be in here when he wandered in, but the room seemed empty. The only hint that you hadn’t escaped to join the others is the running water Vash can hear from the bathroom. You must be taking a shower. He was hoping to catch some one on one time with you before he passes out for the night, but he can wait until morning.

He starts peeling off his boots, followed by his jacket. He considers taking off his shirt. It’s not like you haven’t seen his scars before, but he’s just not sure. His fingers drift down to the bottom hem of the tight black shirt he wears, hesitating to pull it all the way off. He’s just about to find the courage when a noise from the bathroom pulls his attention away.

“F-Fuck-” Your voice echos through the room, causing Vash’s face to flush.

At first he feels a bit panicked. Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself? He’s by the door, about to open it and save you.However, a high pitched whine makes the worried man stop in his tracks. That didn’t sound like a pained whimper at all. No, that was…a sound that can only come from one thing.

Vash’s face turns completely red as the noises continue. Each louder than the last. He definitely should not be listening to this. You probably thought you were alone! Yet, his feet stay planted just outside the bathroom. His eyes shift to the door into the inn room. It would be so easy to just walk out, and pretend he never heard a thing.

The sweet noises you’re making are almost too much to bear though. His pants seem to be growing uncomfortably tight. Would it hurt to just stay for a little bit? After all, it’s unfair that you’re making such beautiful noises without an audience. He bites the inside of his cheek as his hand runs down to palm himself through his pants gently.

You let out a loud moan, and Vash finds himself pushing against his dick a little harder. The friction isn’t enough to satisfy him, but he’s scared to go any further. He wishes he could see what you’re doing to yourself. His brain is full of a sweet fog that makes his thoughts run wild. Are you standing up, or are you sitting down? The water must be running off your body so nicely. He’s always wondered what you looked like underneath your clothes. Probably perfect.

You’re always so perfect.

His hand slips between the waistline of his pants, clutching desperately at himself. His breaths are coming out ragged, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration with his lips parted slightly. You call out to god in a way that has him humping his hand. He wants to be the one making you moan like that. He wants to taste you.

His cheeks are bright pink now. His metal arm is pressed against the bathroom door, holding the frame so tightly he’s sure there will be a handprint there. He doesn’t care though. He’s chasing the high that only you can bring him.

“Oh- Vash~”

His brain goes a bit fuzzy, and although his body screams at him to cum right there, he doesn’t. Did you just say his name? That can’t be right. He presses his ear against the door, his dick throbbing. “Vash please~” You say his name again. His eyes are wide, and his hand falls back around his cock. His body is now pressed against the door as you repeat his name over and over. It’s music to his ears.

He lets out a soft grunt and then…

The door opens.

He falls against the cool ground of the bathroom with a thump. He holds out his arms, but he barely has time to catch himself. He’s so glad he didn’t take his dick out now. You let out a soft squeal from inside the shower, and rip open the curtains. Vash turns his head just in time to make eye contact with you. Your eyes are still wide, and a little dilated. Your cheeks are so pink, and the water is running off your hair and onto your bare shoulders. His eyes drift down, until he realizes that he’s currently looking at you completely in the nude.

He lets out his own yelp, and covers his eyes. His face is completely red now.

“Va-Vash? I thought you were gonna go get a drink!” You exclaim, hiding yourself behind the curtain. He lets out a shy chuckle. “I uh- I changed my mind.” He explains, his eyes still covered. There’s an awkward silence before you finally ask. “Did you hear everything?”

He doesn’t say anything for a second. His heart is beating so fast.

“Uh yeah.” he finally mumbles, letting his hands drop so he can see you again. You look embarrassed. He doesn’t want that. “I…kind of enjoyed it?” Oh no he sounds like a creep! You smile though, and let the shower curtain fall away. “Well…maybe you want to…join me then?” you ask.

His eyes widen, but he’s up in an instant. He tears off his clothes without a second thought as you giggle and pull him in to join you.

You probably won’t be needing that second bed anymore.

#vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #vash smut #requests

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crackedpumpkin · 1 year

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ok hi you know this is coming :))

so could i have a uhhh… 12 casey with a side of him realising he has feelings for y/n and an added he’s never had a crush before so he doesn’t know wtf is happening.

thank you ilysm <33333

Hello there lovely~!! I hope you enjoy this one!

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“Chill out, sweetheart. It’s just a hockey puck.”

“You almost broke my nose!” You all but yell, eyes narrowed into a glare. You’re practically hugging the wall beside you, having flinched away at the hockey puck Casey Jones had sent ricocheting off the goalpost in the ice rink.

He slides up to where you sit, the wall divider separating him from your frustrated punch. You sigh in defeat, picking up the hockey puck when your racing heart calms and tossing it back to him.

You grab the textbooks next to you, rearranging them with a few pieces of paper with math equations scribbled on them. Casey eyes it with disdain, leaning onto the divider.

“C’mon, you need to study. You have a test coming up soon.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he rolls his eyes at your anxious expression, “I’ll ace the quiz, no problem.” You cross your arms at this statement, looking at him with deadpan eyes. You don’t believe a single word of it; his past history of bad grades only proves otherwise.

“Trust me! I’ll be fine. In fact, I should be rewarded for how good I’m gonna ace it.” His lips quirk up into a lazy smirk. You straighten your back.

“A bet? Interesting. What do you think should be your reward, though?” Your question stumps him, and Casey’s lips purse in thought.

What should he ask for? A free meal? A date? What would be something only you could give that wasn’t too outrageous?

“A kiss.” The decision tumbles past his lips before he can process it, and he’s about to laugh it off, but the way you grimace only makes his smirk grow. To his surprise, however, you nod with a roll of your eyes.

“Sure,” You snort, “If you get an A on the quiz, I’ll give you a kiss.” You were confident he wouldn’t be able to ever get that high of a grade, so your lips were safe and remained unkissed.

“Shake on it?” He holds out his gloved hand, and you grab it firmly, a smug grin on your lips. You pump your hand up and down, sealing the deal.

— — — — — — — —

Casey groans in frustration, hunched over his messy desk. Scrunched-up wads of paper fill his table, some scattered on the floor. He slumps down with a sigh onto the open textbook, cheek squished against the paper and fiddling with his pencil.

Why was he working so hard anyway? It wasn’t like he wanted that kiss for real or anything.

He recalls your smug grin, almost taunting. He sits back upright with a scowl. He’d show you! He was Casey Jones, the saviour of New York City and soon to be the highest scorer in class! He’d prove you wrong and get that kiss from you, picturing your surprised face and the frustrated scowl on your smooth, pink lips.

Yeah, he’d prove you wrong.

— — — — — — — —

The bell rings, signalling the end of the test paper. He heads off to lunch in a daze. He was pretty sure he nailed most of the questions, save for the trick one at the end. He’d do alright, wouldn’t he?

Yeah, he’d get an ‘A’ easily.

“Nervous?” He’s snapped out of his thoughts when you nudge him gently, having queued up beside him. He picks up the last mini parfait in front of you both, absentmindedly setting it down on your tray without as much of a glance. You like parfaits, he recalls, having shown up to many tutoring sessions with you snacking on one.

He misses the flicker of surprise in your eyes, your gaze softening when you realize he noticed and even remembered your favourite dessert.

He turns to face you, surprised when he sees your dyed hair. “Woah! Nice highlights!” He remarks, and your cheeks blossom pink from embarrassment. He smiles widely at the sight.

“Thanks. I just wanted to try something new, I guess.” You fiddle with the ends of your hair, looking away. He wants to add how good the colour looks on you, but the words die in his throat once your friends call you away.

“Hey, good luck on that test. Even if you don’t get an A, you’ll definitely have improved from the last one.” You add before walking away, a genuine smile on your lips.

He chooses to forego his unsaid compliment, grinning widely. “Thanks, sweetheart.” He watches you walk away with the tray in your hands, sitting down with your usual group. He almost walks into a wall, stumbling back just in time and tearing his gaze away from where he’s watching you laugh. Were your eyes always this bright?

Weird.

— — — — — — — —

Casey holds the piece of paper, gulping before turning it around. He opens his eyes, having subconsciously squeezed them shut in anticipation. A large ‘A’ is circled on the top next to his name, and he whoops in delight.

The teacher frowns at him, and he quickly shuts up and sits back in his seat. He’s practically vibrating in his chair, adrenaline and excitement coursing through his veins. He couldn’t wait to show you and rub the result in your face while gloating. And, of course, the kiss!

The kiss?

He pauses. Why had that been what he was most excited for?

Of course, he was excited about the kiss. It was what you had bet on, after all, he reasons. But a slight feeling nags him in the corner of his mind, unable to pinpoint exactly what was so odd.

It’s not like he has a crush on you or anything. That’d be weird. You’re just his tutor, after all. It’d be bizarre if he did. That’s why he doesn’t have a crush on you.

Right?

#2012 Casey #2012 casey jones #casey jones x reader #Casey Jones x reader #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 x reader #2012 Casey Jones x reader #asks #request #x reader #oneshot #drabble

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Hiiii!!!! I love ur work sm <<<<33333

If you get the chance could you do reader with an anxiety/panic disorder + platonic bad batch

Maybe with some snuggles from wrecker bc I love him SO MUCH <<<<<33333

Aloha! Thanks a lot! Love to read that! 😊 Okay, I'm not really sure if you want this as HCs or a One-shot. But it sounds like a One-shot, with all of them but focus on Wrecker? Let me give it a try. I'm not really a proffesionell, so I can only draw from my own experience regarding anxiety and panic. I hope that works for you. If not, I would need a little more details.

The Bad Batch x Platonic Reader One-Shot - We Have Your Back

Warnings: anxiety/panic disorder/Hurt/Comfort/Fluff

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You let yourself be persuaded to go to the market with the boys. Actually, it's not a good idea, today is not a good day, you feel it in your bones, but you don't want to be a killjoy. Against your better judgment, you go along anyway.

While you stroll through the market, you concentrate on the boys as your fixed points, your safety buffers. But there's really a lot going on at the market today. So many people, so many smells, sounds, voices. It's actually not that warm, but you start to sweat a little.

Your eyes twitch back and forth, you don't know what to focus on first, you feel harried and lost at the same time. You constantly have the feeling that you are being watched, subliminally you expect to be grabbed by some stranger at any time. It's not a full on panic attack yet, but you know it's about to happen.

You feel helpless, trying to fight that upcoming feeling of paralyzing fear, but it only seems to get worse.

Suddenly, Hunter stops and turns to you.

"Hey, is everything okay?"

You force yourself to smile and say, "Sure."

His gaze is critical, but he doesn't contradict you.

"Okay, if you say so"

It's only a small gesture, and if you weren't so observant you might have missed it, but you see Hunter barely noticeably giving hand signals to his brothers. Like a ring of protection, the boys form around you almost unobtrusively, enclosing you in their midst like a shield.

You look up and Echo smiles gently at you. Tech shows you something on his holopad and distracts you with a few facts about the planet. Crosshair lets you nibble on some dried fruit he bought.

The guys already know that you suffer from these attacks from time to time, by now they know how to deal with it quite well. Wrecker takes your hand very gently. When you look up at him, he smirks at you.

"We've got you, dear."

Your heart beats faster with joy and relief. You take a deep breath and return his smirk. You are incredibly grateful.

Carefully, Wrecker puts his arm around your shoulders and gently presses you against his side.

"You're perfectly safe here," he says softly.

Touched, you say, "I know Wrecker, thank you."

Tech suggests buying stuff for a picnic or barbecue and going to a quieter place. You're not the only one who likes the idea.

That evening you sit together in the middle of nowhere around a campfire, the Marauder hidden not far from you between some trees. Over the fire is a rack that Tech has put together, on which vegetables and pieces of meat are roasting.

You are leaning against Wrecker's strong chest, he holds you gently in his arms. It feels wonderful, safe, warm, secure. The food over the fire smells so good, the night sky is starry. It seems like a perfect evening, it feels like the world is in order again. There is no fear lurking somewhere in the back of your mind, not now.

You sit back in relief as you hear Echo say, "It's okay if you say no, by the way, you don't have to go along with everything if you don't feel like it, dear."

You blink and look at him in surprise.

Tech adds, "We want you to feel comfortable, but to assure that, you have to be honest with us."

Hunter nods in agreement and says, "None of us are judging you."

Crosshair growls, "Stop saying only what you think we want to hear."

Wrecker squeezes you gently with a soft laugh and says, "What Crosshair is saying is that we want you to be comfortable, so you need to tell us honestly what you want and how you feel"

You smile cautiously and say softly, "Sounds reasonable. Thanks guys"

Hunter assures you, "We'll always have your back, never hesitate to let us know when you need something"

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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rubysunnday · 2 years

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deathless death

requested by @magpiencrow: take me to church with benny boy <3this would absolutely kill me lottie

requested by anon: I love your writing!!! Can I request a benedict Bridgerton x reader where she has an accident of some sorts, like Kate falling off the horse??! I wonder how Benedict would act instead of Anthony. <33333

requested by anon: in desperate need more for your benedict bridgerton x reader fics please!

a/n: no, i'm not writing a part two

summary: no matter how beautiful a day is, horrible things can still happen and people can still die

"Mr Bridgerton."

"Miss Wallace, what a pleasant surprise."

"Oh, please, Mr Bridgerton, you knew exactly where I was going to be," Y/N said, smiling at him. "I ride this route almost every day."

"Do you? I had not noticed."

Y/N smiled and chuckled. Benedict slowed his horse down, riding alongside her.

Hyde Park had always been a pleasant spot to ride. Wide open fields, beautiful lakes - it was perfect. Of course, Benedict knew Y/N rode this route almost every day - he'd been watching her for weeks whilst he took his own walks.

It'd only been today that he'd decided to saddle up his horse and join her. Benedict had wanted to get to know Y/N better for a long while - having eyed her since she'd arrived at the start of the season. They'd begun to bond over painting and art in general - Benedict had felt a connection with her ever since they'd stood in front of a Beerstraaten and talked in detail about the castle pictured.

"Do you ride often, Mr Bridgerton?" Y/N asked, turning her head to face Benedict.

"Not as often as I used to," Benedict admitted. "Painting takes up most of my time, nowadays. Yourself?"

"I try to get out as much as I can. It helps me relax and frees my thoughts." She paused, not sure if she could say what she wanted to.

"This is a safe space, Miss Wallace," Benedict reassured her. "I will not tell anyone."

"The pressures of society and finding a match," Y/N said quietly, "can become very overwhelming. Everyone's eyes are on you, waiting to see who you will marry and whether your future will be successful."

"I cannot imagine how exhausting that must be," Benedict replied, his gaze soft.

Y/N shrugged gently. "It comes with being a lady. Now, you simply must tell me more about your paintings."

Benedict went riding with Y/N almost every day after that. Their conversation had opened a door between them and they grew closer. Y/N often searched Benedict out at balls, wanting to spend her night with a friend rather than a stranger.

But spending time outdoors with him was what she enjoyed most.

Sundays were the best day for riding. No one else was ever around - often sleeping off whatever party or ball had happened the night before. Y/N had started off her ride alone - she'd seen how much Benedict had drunk the night before and wasn't expecting him to be awake let alone dressed.

"Miss Wallace!"

Y/N stopped her horse and turned. She smiled widely as Benedict cantered up to her, slowing his horse down to a walk as he got closer.

"Mr Bridgerton! I was not expecting you!"

"Well, here I am!" Benedict said, returning her smile. "Unlike my brothers, I can hold my drink."

"Oh, of course," Y/N said, nodding. "I never doubted you."

Benedict chuckled. "Shall we?"

The two urged their horses on into a gentle walk. A comfortable silence fell over them as they rode through the park, the early morning call of the birds keeping them company.

The sun was just beginning to rise and it was clearly going to be another beautiful day.

"Lady Whistledown has been writing about us a lot recently," Y/N began, fiddling with her reins.

"I read. Eloise won't stop teasing me about it," Benedict muttered.

"I apologise if I am an inconvince to you, Mr Bridgerton."

"No, no, I did not mean -" Benedict cut himself off, mid ramble. He looked at Y/N, noticing her smile as she tried to stifle her laughter. "Oh, you are cruel."

"I am sorry," Y/N said, laughing. "I find it hilarious that your sister is teasing you. Besides, ever since she started writing about us, I have had more suitors."

Benedict accidentally jabbed the heel of his boot into the side of his horse, startling the poor creature. "Pardon?"

"Oh, Mr Dorset came round yesterday morning with some flowers, Mr Carter followed after him with a box of chocolates and a book - I danced four times last night! I have not danced as much since I debuted."

Benedict clenched his jaw, jealously growing inside him. "Oh, I see."

Y/N glanced at him. "Is that jealously I detect, Mr Bridgerton?"

"No, not at all, Miss Wallace." Y/N raised her eyebrows. "Perhaps a little bit."

"I see," Y/N giggled, "well, we all know what the resolution to that is."

Benedict raised his own eyebrows, watching her intently. Y/N moved ahead slightly, her horse neighing excitedly as they reached the open field, smelling the river that ran alongside it.

"For my sake, what is the resolution to my problem?" Benedict asked, stopping his horse.

"Oh, Mr Bridgerton, surely you do not need me to explain it to you?" Y/N asked, her tone teasing. She giggled again. "Well, perhaps if you beat me, I shall explain."

Y/N threw her head back as she laughed, urging her horse into a canter. Benedict smiled, chucking to himself as she rode off.

A deer burst out from the woods, racing across the field in front of Y/N and her horse.

Benedict could see it happen before it actually did.

Y/N's horse squealed and bolted, darting to the right, toward the river. Y/N tried to calm him, to slow him down. But then her horse tripped on a stone on the river bank and reared backwards, neighing loudly.

Y/N lost her grip on the horse, displaced by the sudden movement. She fell backwards from the horse, falling to the floor. Benedict could've sworn he heard her head hit the rock. The rest of her body made no effort to stop its impact with the floor.

Benedict was frozen for a moment. He stared at Y/N's body, willingfor her to get up and move.

"Y/N!" Benedict shouted, urging his horse on, desperate to reach her side.

He jumped off his horse before it'd properly stopped, running to Y/N's side and falling down next to her. His hands hovered over her for a moment, unsure if he should touch her or not.

Benedict moved his hand, putting it under Y/N's head, trying to lift it off the rock it'd collided with. He pulled it away, his heart dropping at how much blood was on his hands.

He wasn't stupid. He knew that this amount of blood was never a good thing.

"Stay with me, please," Benedict whispered, his shaking hands brushing back her hair. "Please, God."

Somehow, Benedict managed to get Y/N into his arms, being careful to support her head against his shoulder, and onto his horse. He rode as fast as he dared, back to the one place he knew was safe.

Benedict abandoned his horse at the gated to Bridgerton House, taking Y/N in his arms. He carried her up to the front door, ignoring the wide eyed looks the footman gave him as he walked up to them, blood staining his white shirt and his hands. He'd given Y/N his jacket and had used his cravat to try and staunch the bleeding and was in nothing but his waistcoat.

He walked into the house, the maids bustling around as they always did in the mornings.

"Someone fetch the doctor!" Benedict yelled as they all stopped and stared. "Quickly!"

Mrs Wilson was the first one to react. She ushered the maids into action, demanding they fetched blankets, towels and waked Anthony. She guided Benedict up the stairs, a gentle hand on his back.

"What happened?" She asked, ushering him down the corridor.

"She fell off her horse and hit her head on a rock," Benedict explained, his voice shaking. "There was so much blood, I tried to stop it."

"You did what you could," Mrs Wilson reassured, opening the guest bedroom door. "Rose, put this towel on the pillows. Mr Bridgerton, lay her down gently and help me take her jacket off."

Mrs Wilson had worked with the family long enough to know when they would do as they're told and when they wouldn't. Benedict was clearly besotted with the woman and wasn't going to be leaving her side.

"What happened?" Anthony asked, bursting into the room, looking at Y/N, lying on the bed. "Jesus - has the doctor been called for?"

"He has," Mrs Wilson said, taking Y/N's jacket and putting it on a nearby chair. "Along with the surgeon." She walked up to Anthony. "Lord Bridgerton, he's in shock. Someone should really take him down to the kitchen and give him some tea and wash the blood off his hands."

"I'll do it," Anthony said firmly. He glanced over at Benedict. "He looks like he might pass out. Let me know when the doctor arrives, Mrs Wilson."

Anthony walked over to Benedict and put a gentle hand on his shoulder. Benedict flinched slightly, swaying to the side.

"Brother, come on. We must make room for the surgeon, I know you do not want to leave her but we must."

Benedict nodded, a distant expression on his face. He took one step forward and lost his balance, falling into Anthony's side.

"Benedict?" Anthony asked, holding him up. "Brother? Come on. Colin, stop loitering and come help."

Colin walked into the room, giving Y/N a passing glance. He took Benedict's other arm and helped Anthony practically carry him out the room.

Benedict didn't remember how he got from Y/N's deathbed to Anthony's office. One minute he was staring at her pale face and the next he was having a glass of whiskey forced into his hand.

Colin sat on the arm of the chair, pressed up against Benedict. Anthony was stood in front of him, watching Benedict with concern.

"She will be alright, brother," Anthony said softly, tapping his boot with his own.

Benedict stared down at the liquid in his glass. "If I could I'd give her my life." He looked up at his brother. "I'd switch places with her in a heartbeat.".

The room was dark despite the bright sunshine trying to shine through the curtains. Benedict was sat by Y/N's bedside, his sketchbook open on his lap. He'd drawn nothing in the week since her accident. Every time he picked up his pencil or charcoal, he put it down five minutes later.

Y/N had remained in Bridgerton House since the accident - the doctor's unwilling to let her be moved to her parent's house four miles down the road. Benedict had hardly left her side.

He could almost pretend she was simply asleep. The gentle rise and fall of her chest reassured him that she was still alive. He just wanted her to open her eyes and smile at him again. But they stayed closed, her hands resting on her stomach.

Benedict sighed quietly and closed his sketchbook, placing it on the edge of the bed. He stood up from his chair and walked up to the head of the bed, perching on the edge, next to Y/N.

"I would give you my life if I could," he whispered, stroking her hair softly, combing his fingers through it. "Dear God, I would do it over and over again if it meant you were awake right now."

Y/N didn't reply. Benedict had gotten used to simply speaking to himself.

The door to the room opened quietly, a beam of light shining into the room.

"How is she?" Violet asked, gently closing the door behind her.

Benedict sighed softly. "The swelling's gone down, which is a good thing. But we still won't know until she wakes up."

Violet nodded, walking further into the room. She stood next to Benedict, putting a hand on his shoulder. "It isn't your fault."

"I just wish I could... I could switch places," Benedict whispered, reaching up and gripping his mother's hand. He closed his eyes, feeling them burn. "Give her my life."

Violet squeezed his hand tightly, pressing a kiss to her son's head. "I know. I know."

Benedict looked down at Y/N again, silently willing her to wake up - to smile. She just lay there, deathly still, her eyes still closed.

"Just let me give you my life," he whispered, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Please."

#benedict bridgerton #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton imagines #bridgerton #the bridgertons #benedict bridgerton x you #benedict bridgerton imagine

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cybrsan · 1 year

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Hey cutieeee congrats on ur 100! I hope we can become moots!!

I was wondering if you can do a yunho request :33333

I was thinking of request 125 & 148 fluff

There’s lowkey so many from ur prop I wanna request for but I don’t wanna overwhelm you so I will wait ><

Aw, thank you so much, you're so sweet <3 I am more than happy to write something for Yunho! I've been meaning to for a while, I have been so in his lane recently, omg.

Prompts: 125. “Here, let me help you.” + 148. “I really want to kiss you right now.” “Then do it.” Pairing: Best Friend!Yunho x F!Reader Genre: Fluff Word Count: <1k Tags/warnings: Friends to lovers, mutual pining

Requests are currently closed, but my masterlist can be found here.

“Yunho, I don’t know why you are insisting that we do this. You know I’m awful at games.”

Yunho doesn’t take no for an answer and practically forces the VR headset into your hands. You’re surprised by the weight of it; it’s much lighter than you expected. Somewhat intrigued, your fingers trace the smooth edges, following the curves of the device.

“See, isn’t it cool? It’ll be fun,” he promises, practically bouncing up and down with excitement. “Plus, this is different from a normal video game so maybe you’ll be better at it.” When you make no move to put it on, he adds a sickeningly sweet “Please?” with puppy eyes that make it impossible to resist.

“Alright, fine. You’re lucky I like you.”

He beams at you, and you practically melt into a puddle. It’s so hard being friends with someone you can never say no to. How are you supposed to when he looks that happy when you agree? He could outshine the sun with the brightness of his smile. You put the headset on; it’s a bit too loose, and you struggle with the straps as you try to adjust it. Yunho chuckles, watching you endearingly for a moment before moving towards you.

“Here, let me help you,” he says, his slender fingers making quick work of the straps. Once he tightens them, he gently shakes the headset to make sure it stays put. “Feel okay?”

You nod, and after a few bouts of dizziness later, you have managed to adjust to the virtual world and are doing a pretty good job of killing zombies and watching Yunho’s back. You’re in the middle of a particularly chaotic fight, with enemies coming at you from all sides, when you feel a very real pain on the back of your head. You yelp, stumbling over your feet and falling to the ground.

Yunho immediately pauses the game and comes to your aid, kneeling beside you and helping you get your headset off. He inspects the back of your head for any noticeable wound, apologizing non-stop all the while.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing, I didn’t mean—”

You cut him off with a laugh. “Yunho, I’m fine. It hurts a little, but it’s nothing major.”

He looks at you, a twinkle of embarrassment in his eyes. “I promise I’ll stop forcing you to play games with me now.”

“You don’t force me to do anything—I may pretend I don’t want to, but I always will because it’s something you enjoy, and you mean a lot to me.” He seems to blink away tears at your words, and you gape at him. “Jeong Yunho! Tell me you’re not about to cry right now.”

“No, no, I’m not,” he insists, laughing. A beat passes, something changing in the air between you, and you suddenly feel a lot more conscious of his touch. His hands are still lingering, one mindlessly playing with your hair while the other holds one of your own, his thumb rubbing soothingly over the back of your knuckles.

You look at him, really look at him, suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to take in his every detail. While he has always been attractive, it is in these past few years that he has truly flourished. He has managed to find his confidence and now carries himself in such a way that demands the attention of those around him.

His soft, chestnut-brown hair has gotten long, a few loose strands falling across his forehead. His eyes are warm and inviting, and he always looks at you as if he hangs on every word that you say. His lips… as much as you try to avert your gaze, not wanting to give into the thought of what they might feel like on yours out of fear of what that might do to your friendship, you find yourself unable.

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

The words are out of your mouth before you can give them a second thought. Yunho’s eyes widen, and he freezes, obviously not having expected things to take this turn. You go to backtrack, to pretend like it was just a joke, when suddenly he’s intertwining his fingers with your own and pulling you closer.

“Then do it,” he murmurs.

And so you do. The second your lips touch, it’s like something within you sparks to life, igniting a fire that has long been smoldering beneath the surface. Time seems to stand still as the world around you fades into oblivion, and all you can focus on is him. His hand tangles in your hair, pulling you impossibly closer as if now that he has you, he never plans on letting go. It’s obvious now that this is both something you have been yearning for, something that you have been holding back from. Together, you tumble over the point of no return, willing to deal with whatever the consequences may be.

When you part, breathless and wide-eyed, neither of you seems to know what to say. The air crackles with anticipation and uncertainty. But Yunho, never one for awkward silences, takes it upon himself to be the first to speak.

“Should I be concerned that this stemmed from me hitting you?”

You immediately laugh, flinging yourself at him as the tension in the room dissolves. “Hey, don’t make me sound like a weirdo!”

He laughs too, pulling you close and pressing a kiss on the top of your head. “Sorry, sorry, I couldn’t help it. Now,” he stands, holding out his hand and helping you up, “Why don’t we go get something to eat? Seems like we have quite a bit to talk about. It’ll be my treat to make up for hurting you.”

“Sounds good to me. Don’t complain when I order one of everything!”

He just shakes his head, smiling at you fondly as he follows you out of the door.

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cherryrainn · 6 months

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Hiiiiii!! Could you write an angst Onceler x GN reader that relapsed on sh due to a PTSD attack and Onceler walked in on it??

Could you do it as pre-greed Oncie please??

Thanks sm hope you’re doing well <33333

━━ ✧ 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

─ ✩ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; onceler x reader

─ ✩ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; it's so nice to write something like this again, hope to get more requests like this one!

─ ✩ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; self harm, mentions of ptsd

the room was cloaked in darkness, the heavy drapes drawn shut to block out the world beyond. onceler had been away for the day, unaware of the turmoil that had been building inside you.

the memories of a traumatic event, the source of your ongoing ptsd, had resurfaced earlier that day. the emotional pain had grown unbearable, an overwhelming storm of emotions that threatened to drown you. in your desperation to silence the storm, you had turned to the one coping mechanism that had once provided an escape.

as you sat on the edge of the bed, the harsh reality of the situation hit you like a freight train. your hands shook, holding the blade, the blade that had become an all-too-familiar companion in times of despair. the pain of the physical wounds somehow offered a temporary reprieve from the emotional agony.

and then the door swung open.

onceler stood in the doorway, his expression shifting from surprise to sheer horror as his eyes fell upon the scene. he was met with the sight of you, trembling and tears streaming down your face, the blade clutched tightly in your hand, and fresh, crimson lines etched into your skin.

the room was filled with silence, heavy and suffocating, as onceler took in the reality of the moment. his normally cheerful and carefree demeanor had vanished, replaced by a profound sense of shock and helplessness.

"y/n…" he whispered, his voice barely above a hoarse, broken murmur.

your hands dropped the blade as you stared at him, your chest heaving with sobs, your fingers stained with the evidence of your struggle. the room seemed to close in around you, and the weight of what you had done bore down on your shoulders.

onceler's initial shock gave way to an overwhelming wave of sorrow and guilt.

"y/n, i..." he stammered, his voice uncharacteristically uncertain. "i don't know what to do."

you looked up at him, your gaze a tumultuous mixture of despair and hope, as if you were searching for an answer in his eyes.

onceler took a hesitant step closer, his hand outstretched, fingers trembling. he had never seen you like this, and he felt utterly helpless. he wanted to be there for you, to offer comfort, but he didn't know how.

as his hand hovered in the air, you reached out and took it, your fingers intertwining with his. the physical touch was a lifeline, a connection to the present that helped ground you in reality.

silently, onceler sat down beside you, his presence a reassuring presence. he didn't need to say anything; the simple act of being there was enough. the room remained cloaked in silence, but it was a different kind of silence, one that held the promise of understanding and support.

onceler's gaze flickered down to your arms, and his heart ached as he took in the cuts. he wanted to help, to offer comfort, but he was painfully aware of his own limitations.

"i'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion.

you didn't respond with words, but the way your grip on his hand tightened conveyed the message more eloquently than any speech could. in this moment, words seemed insufficient, incapable of capturing the depths of your pain.

without a word, he gently reached for a nearby towel and a bowl of water, his hands trembling with a mixture of fear and determination.

silently, onceler began to clean the cuts on your arms. the cool water and gentle touch were soothing, and the act itself spoke volumes about his commitment to being there for you.

once the cuts were cleaned and bandaged, he held your hands gently, his eyes locked onto yours. "you're not alone in this," he said, his voice steady. "we'll take it one step at a time, and we'll find a way through."

#ONCELER #onceler fandom #the onceler #lorax 2012 #lorax fandom #the onceler fandom #the lorax #y/n #reader insert #x reader #ask #onceler x reader

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princess-tulip-writes · 2 years

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Make out with Eris while giving him a handjob? 😳🙏🏻✨

P.S.: I love your writing<33333

i want eris so badly tonight, it's not even a joke.

his lips were molted with yours, tongues smoothing over one another gently.

a groan left his lips as your thumb slid over the slit of his cock, collecting the sticky precum by accident.

“quit teasing.” eris mumbled against your lips, his hips bucking into your hand.

“sorry.”

you weren’t really sorry, not now at least. the thought of him being to your mercy caused a flock of butterflies to erupt in your belly. but you knew that he was in no mood for that tonight.

"it's okay, baby. just keep doing those long strokes." he groaned as you complied, your wrist reaching lower than before, taking him all in. "good girl. just like that, little fox."

you captured his lips with yours again, needing the feeling of him inside of you. the mixture of your spit made a pool form in your underwear again, and you haven't ever been more needy for him. your whole body was shaking with lust, pure lust for your mate.

he sat back in his throne, your legs on either side of his as you sat in his lap. his arms wrapped themselves around you, holding you up so you don't lean back and fall.

your tongues battled each other softly, but you were going to give into him anyway, you always did.

"keep stroking me like that, fox. i'm so close." he moaned against you before shoving his tongue back into your warm mouth.

you quickened the pace of your hand, squeezing slightly at the base of his cock. the action alone had him letting out a rare whimper and a series of moans before your hand was covered in hot cum.

he breathing was heavy as his hands traveled up your back and into your hair, tugging the roots softly before ending the kiss.

"you are such an angel."

#eris 🌷#eris vanserra #eris #eris vanserra x reader #eris smut #eris x reader #eris vanserra x reader smut #eris vanserra smut #eris vanserra lemon #acotar x reader #acotar smut #acotar blurb #a court of thorns and roses smut #acotar x reader smut

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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Okay I promise I will also send you some wolf!Chrissy but omg you’ve got me dead with tongue sucking!!! I genuinely love it but I feel like not a lot of people do so you never really end up doing it when you kiss someone 😭

But waking up with wolf hybrids Steve and Eddie in the mornings! They REALLY like having your mouth as wide open as possible and sticking their mouths over it. It’s basically their greeting at this point. This normally means you are gagging on their tongues, each and every time. Because they get so wiggly and flick spit inside you, and rally try to push their tongue all over inside. But you also have a sopping wet mouth, and I mean the skin around your mouth, like your chin and cheeks and just below your nose, after every kiss

But waking up because something feels so wet down there. And you can start to feel the tug of someone fucking your hole with their tongue. But when you open your eyes, Eddie’s face is above yours, and you start to identify the wet sucking noises aren’t from Steve down there, but from Eddie. Because he’s got your tongue sticking out your mouth, and he’s sucking on it!!! He swaps from sucking hard, like he’s trying to swallow it, and suckling on it, just in a very soothing gesture. But then Steve moves to suckling wetly and self-soothingly on your clit too, and you alert them to being awake with your moan. Which is hard to do when Eddie’s in your face like that. You get one lick good morning from Eddie on your cheek, but as you’re panting yourself awake, you let your tongue fall against your bottom lip, and as if he can read your mind, Eddie goes straight back to sucking on your wet, pink, fleshy tongue. With the spit that tastes just like you, and scent that drives him and Steve crazy as wolf hybrids.

He stays there very happily gulping with messy throat noises, sucking on your tongue until Steve realises you two are trying something new and he wants a go! And you get the taste of your own cum as Steve sucks on your tongue, drenching it in your own slick, as he accidentally slobbers drops of spit over and over into your wide open mouth, as he sucks and goes crazy with your smell and his need, while giving you his very special kiss :) <3

cw: hybrid au with wolf hybrid!steve and wolf hybrid!eddie. don't like don't read, or block the tag 'hybrid au' below. hybrid au faq

this post is 18+, minors dni.

what if i actually came in my fucking pants.. do u know i was heavy breathing by the halfway point babe <3333 UGH you get me !!

UGH no do not think about them holding your jaw open at first 'cause you're not understanding how wide they want you to open your mouth!! they train you, they keep nudging your mouth wider and wider, crooning at you how well you're doing while they're licking up your tongue 😵 and and and and when you gag on their tongues they let out this deep throaty chuckle that melts ur cooch right then and there <;3 ugh i'd kill for that morning routine <3 the mess they make, you're just sloppy all over <3

hnngh the way they're ravaging you <33333 just the thought of them using u in their sleep and filling your needy holes with their sloppy tongues <33 you wake up gagging on eddie's tongue and your cunt clenches around steve's, but he doesn't know you're awake yet, he just thinks whatever he did was really good, so he keeps going!! he fucks you with his tongue while eddie sucks and drools all over your own, and you can even feel his teeth scraping against it gently as he sucks it into his mouth <3 he wouldn't want to bite your tongue, 'cause he knows that hurts like a bitch, (although it would give him a lot more spit to lick up), but the feeling is so intoxicating that all you can do is moan... finally they know you're awake!! eddie breaks away to lick your cheek, even though it's already got spit running down it, but happily goes back to sucking your tongue into his mouth <3

steve's devouring your cunt, licking and lapping and sucking all of your slick up, but it's just pouring out of you because of eddie's new tactic. steve's a bit confused, not that he's complaining, bc wow you're wet. finally he hears eddie's obscene mouth sounds, glancing up and realizing that eddie's got your tongue in his mouth!! and he's lunging instantly, barely remembering to press a kiss to your clit before he abandons your cunt. but no worries, eddie's happy to pick up the slack! he's barely let your tongue fall from his mouth before your cunt is there next, and he's happily licking up the slick he'd made pour from you.

steve's soooo happy to be sucking your tongue, he can't believe he's never thought of it before!! after all, he looves licking it, and watching his spit run down the base of your tongue as he sucks on every inch he can is just so hot, he's hard against your stomach where he's sitting and hovering over you. he's groaning and moaning and drooling and a mixture of your spit and his is pooling at the back of your throat and you're panting and he'll cum right then and there if you're not careful!! especially because he can still smell how wet your cunt is, and he's got the aftertaste in his mouth from the slick on his tongue. he's smearing it over your own, so the kiss (?) tastes like you, and now that they've started sucking on your tongue, don't ever think they'll stop 🥴

#i'm theirs <33 #hybrid au #hybrid smut #wolf hybrid!steve #wolf hybrid!eddie #let's talk about wolf hybrid!steve !!#let's talk about wolf hybrid!eddie !!

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lcs-library · 2 months

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I'VE BEEN LOVING THIS!! LC could i ask if possible one pomegranate and green tea for Tsuzuru as in, you know, the usual reader? and theeeeen could you do coffee for him again but with Haruna sob I don't have much of her but I trust you with my life ksdhchjk basic info is those two are a super slowburn, she's a med student and has a similar personality to tsumugi <3 love uuuuuuuu take your time no rush!!

WAHHHHH HI EMMMM<33333. You want…. Me??? To write Haruna??? Ueueueue…….. I’m so honored…. I hope I did her justice!!

Request rules

Request game

Pomegranate: answered here!

Green Tea: How do they comfort their s/o?

🖋️ Tsuzuru’s one of the best when it comes to comfort I think.

🖋️ He heard you had a bad day and he’s already at your side rubbing your back and asking if you want to talk about it.

🖋️ That said, he definitely goes into older brother mode and can and will treat you like a child on instinct.

🖋️ He’ll get you something to drink and tell you to be careful not to burn your tongue in the softest tone of voice, and make sure you don’t spill, even though you’re fully capable of handling it.

🖋️ He will also not leave you alone, he’s constantly at your side, you’re stuck with him. Sorry. He’s worried. He wants you to be okay.

🖋️ He seems like the type to already know your preferences and will follow them to a T.

🖋️ You prefer physical affection? He’s got you in his arms, patting your head, making sure you feel safe and grounded. You want a distraction? He’s already turning on your favorite movie and grabbing a snack.

🖋️ He’ll definitely talk you down from the situation until you’re calm again, offering you simple decisions to make, and putting the issue into a new perspective.

🖋️ “See, there you go, we’re all good now, right? Did you get everything out?” He asks gently, smiling even as your eyes are puffy and red from crying. You nod, and he sighs, relieved, as he ruffles your hair. “Good job, I’m proud of you,” he praises, kissing your forehead.

🖋️ And ofc it all ends in you two falling asleep on the couch ehehe<33

Coffee: Do they get jealous? How do they show it?

🖋️ I’m setting this during the pining stage you can’t stop me

🖋️ Tsuzuru’s not really the type to get jealous, honestly. He’s really chill about that sort of thing.

🖋️ That said, after becoming friends with Haruna, he’s surprised to find this feeling in his gut when some of the male students in her classes start trying to hit her up.

🖋️ Even when it’s simple things like asking her to a mixer, there’s this odd way his stomach starts to turn, unsure of how he feels about the idea of her going.

🖋️ What if she finds someone there? What if she likes them, and they like her back? What if they want to hurt her? Maybe she wouldn’t care, and she’d end up stuck in some torturous cycle, and she could end up living an awful life. He didn’t want that.

🖋️ Any friend would… right?

🖋️ But then why did his heart start to ache at the thought of her introducing him to a partner? Why did it hurt to imagine her leaving him? Wait, they weren’t even dating, why was he imagining a breakup? He didn’t even like her in that way!

🖋️ …right?

🖋️ “Tsuzuru? You alright there? Kentaro was asking if you wanted to come to karaoke with us!”

🖋️ Haruna’s voice snapped him out of his spiral of thoughts.

🖋️ “A-ah, no, I’m good. The next script for the company is due soon, so I’ve gotta head home soon anyway. Maybe next time, though,” he replied, his hand finding its way to the back of his neck.

🖋️ “You promise?” She asked jokingly.

🖋️ “Yeah, I promise,” he said with a grin, holding up his pinky on instinct.

🖋️ Haruna blinked for a moment, only to link her pinky with his, giggling.

🖋️ And when she let go, Tsuzuru couldn’t help but want more than their pinkies to touch.

#I really REALLY hope Haruna works!!!#I figured that since they went to the same uni they could have some silly experiences together #thank you SO much for trusting me!!!#my fics #request #tea game 2024 #tsuzuru Minagi #tsuzuru minagi x reader #a3! x reader

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