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dearsnow · 10 months
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HOW THEY SLEEP (SPIDERVERSE)
- headcanons for how the spiderverse characters sleep when they’re in the same bed as you (spiderverse x gn!reader, fluff)
a/n - ghhhh the spider people have been on my mind lately i love them so much. btw, my requests are open (and so are my commissions), so send me an ask about them!
includes: hobie, miguel, pavitr, miles, & gwen
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HOBIE sleeps absolutely chaotically. His arm is thrown over your body, your legs are tangled under the sheets, and there’s a disproportionally large number of blankets covering him. He also talks in his sleep, which is wonderful. In the middle of the night, you just hear mumbles about “no labels…” as you’re trying to settle down.
Most of the time, MIGUEL sleeps like a stone. He doesn’t move, he doesn’t fidget, and sometimes it looks like he isn’t even breathing. You’ve had to check his pulse more than once because you were scared he died in his sleep. When he isn’t frozen, though, he has nightmares. You know they’re happening when he accidentally smacks you in the face, causing you to shake him awake until he can clear his head.
PAVITR sleeps on his side peacefully. Sometimes a little too peacefully, because you’ve caught him with his thumb in his mouth. He swears it’s not a habit and it “just happens sometimes” because he’s super relaxed. Mostly, though, he’s normal. He’s a big fan of facing you when falling asleep because he likes to see your face in the morning.
Almost any time you sleep in the same bed as MILES, he is nervous out of his mind- even if you’ve been together for a long time and have slept side by side before. This manifests into him trying not to touch you accidentally so you don’t feel uncomfortable. He’s fallen off the bed multiple times because of this. After a little bit of the avoidance, though, and knowing you’re okay with it, he likes cuddling and holding you. Don’t expect him to get all into it immediately, though; you’re just so awesome you make him anxious.
GWEN claims that she doesn’t like cuddling, so when you sleep with her, you always fall asleep back to back. When you wake up, however, she’s always snuggled right up next to you. She’s a peaceful sleeper (save for a couple of midnight kicks), so you don’t even know how she ends up touching you. In any case, you absolutely don’t mind.
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finalgirllx · 2 months
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mattheo riddle hair headcanons
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as a self-identified curly hair enjoyer, i can confirm that mattheo's hair is a big part of what lured me in at first. so i wanted to do a little spotlight for it.
nsfw content | minors dni
mattheo riddle has delightfully unruly, curly black hair that transforms into a warm chocolate brown when exposed to the sunlight.
most often, mattheo couldn't care less about how it's styled. he finds himself in so many chaotic situations that it's no wonder he doesn't take the time to pay attention to how his hair looks.
usually, this nonexistent hair routine works like magic. his fluffy curls fall effortlessly into place which only adds to his attractiveness. even when it does run more on the wild side, it fits his energy much better. 
whenever it gets too rampant, you relish the opportunity to fix it, meaning you get to run your hands through and internally geek out over how effortlessly soft it is as you untangle his locks. 
mattheo doesn't like being touched. that is, by anyone besides you. as repelled as he may be by physical contact with others, the way he relaxes and finds it soothing when you take over and style his hair reveals that physical touch is, indeed, his love language when it comes from the right person.
despite initial attempts to blow off your help to 'seem cool', insisting that you need not mess with his hair, he always relents and secretly loves the sensation of you adusting the 'out of place' pieces.
mattheo is also aware of much you enjoy doing it, sometimes tousling it before you come over. he can't wipe the triumphant smirk off his face fast enough when you question how he managed to mess it up so quickly, just waiting for you to seat yourself behind him and fall into what has become a routine.
yes, you still like him when he gets his hair cut- a measure of true love indeed. but it is when it gets longer that it hits that sweet spot for you, and the struggle not to constantly pounce on mattheo while at that sexy length takes your every ounce of willpower.
he does not like the mullet look on himself, but you absolutely love it. he will endure it when it gets to that point for a few days just to see you happy. 
mattheo lets you grasp his hair during sex, especially to hold on for dear life when he goes down on you.
however, mattheo hates when you tug it. more often than not, if you take it too far, he will let out a low growl and warn you that he won't let you finish if you pull a stunt like that again.
he has never followed through before; he loves going down on you too much. but the fear it strikes in you works as a fun little tease that helps you both make it over the edge.
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otomempress · 10 months
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Their Thoughts and Reactions to You Being an Embarrassing Simp for Them 
Pairing: Dan Heng, Gepard Landau, Jing Yuan, Welt Yang x Reader (separately)
Genre: SAHSRAU + Crack + Hints of Angst + Hints of NSFW (Suggestive)
Summary: You spoil your HSR man in every way possible because he deserves it, but also because you’re the biggest simp for him.
Warnings: Reader is mostly GN but Gepard’s & Jing Yuan’s are hinted to be afab. Reader is embarrassing af but at some point, we all are with our faves. Reader calls character pet names. Suggestive themes. Hints of characters wanting to destroy the fourth wall. (Is that even a warning, don’t we want that?)
A/N: There are only 4 HSR men this time because I’ve memorized their battle actions, idles, and character lines after playing with them so many times. (I always borrow someone’s Gepard though /sad)
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Dan Heng
Dan Heng doesn’t really like being fussed over, which is why he says, “Don’t worry about me.” whenever you direct your healing actions to him. But why wouldn’t you worry when his health is low? The last thing you want is for him to perish during battle. 
He doesn’t understand why you favor him among all others - he doesn’t talk a lot, he’s blunt, and he has a murky past, so why him? You give him the best relics and ensure he reaches the max level possible whether it’s his character level, skills, or eidolons. He’s surprised you gathered so many materials and resources just for him, and Dan Heng appreciates it, but he’s also confused and uneasy because he doesn’t know how to deal with your affection. 
You can also get too passionate sometimes that it makes him want to hide in his room just to avoid the teasing remarks of the Astral Express members.
“This sanctuary...is but a vision! Break!” The enemy was successfully obliterated and Dan Heng feels proud until—
“You can break me next, Dan Heng~” You cackle at your own words.
Dan Heng wanted the ground to consume him. It seems like you’re completely unaware that the entire crew can hear you.
Other times, you just practically squeal his name mixed with a moan whenever his ultimate skill deals the final blow. Now that’s another reason why he won’t attend the huddle.
Over time, though he still appears nonchalant, he finds himself becoming soft for you. He looks forward to your commentary whenever you choose to use him in a fight, and he actually hopes you will choose him every time. 
Your attention gives him more reasons to be determined to sort out everything in his life. After that, he’ll gather the courage to find a loophole in the system to be with you.
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Gepard
Gepard has mastered putting up a façade of a stern and strict captain, but inside he’s a chaotic mess because of you. 
He hears your giggles whenever he tries to sing, and he finds it absolutely endearing. 
But the most memorable sound of your laughter for him was when you saw the wanted posters he drew of the Astral Express crew. He admits that stung a little bit, he put effort into those! However, he could set those feelings of his aside if it means you stay happy on the other side. 
“In the name of Landau!” Gepard bellows as he prepares to cast his skill.
“I can help you make more Landaus, Captain Gepard.” Your voice reverberates through the entire Belobog.
Gepard grits his teeth in embarrassment as he tries to fight his growing blush. Now he doesn’t know how to face the Silvermane guards after they heard your comment. Both his sister and the Supreme Guardian were trying hard not to laugh too.
He sighs discreetly and tries to save face by immediately ordering his guards to engage in drills. Really, why must you put him in a difficult position?
He heard your celebratory cheers after successfully obtaining him from your pulls, and he was wondering why that lasted for a while. Was he really that difficult to acquire?
“I’m with you.” Gepard says after using his technique.
“Are you really...?” You ask back. 
Gepard’s heart almost dropped. He wanted to affirm his statement, but he can’t. At least, not right now.
He wants to protect you too, but first, he has to learn how to escape his world.
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Jing Yuan 
Jing Yuan inwardly chuckles and is rather smug about the fact that you find him valuable. Imagine that his Lightning god is just as aware, they’ll be toasting expensive tea whenever their ultimate skill gets upgraded. 
Jing Yuan knows you adore him and yes, he’s heard you being a simp several times.
“Hmph...Time for the master stroke!” 
“I can give you the master stroke, Daddy.” You gushed as Jing Yuan delivers his ultimate attack on a group of mara-stricken soldiers.
His ears perk up. What did you mean by that? And Daddy? Surely you meant him being one toward Yanqing…right?
“Ugh! Jing Yuan why so strong?! Just breed me already!” You exclaim excitedly after he ended the battle single-handedly.
Oh, so you meant ‘that’ kind of daddy...? He ended up ruminating about your words so much that it got him distracted during official meetings and starchess matches. He even lost one match to Yanqing because of you! He doesn’t hold it against you though, and he never will.
The smile that he has when he momentarily looks at you through the screen is absolutely intended for you and you alone. He knows you’re there, and he internally swears that he will be with you someday. 
In fact, he has been secretly devising a plan to escape from his duties to travel the world, and by that, he means not his but yours.
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Welt Yang
Whether or not you know Welt from another world, he is enamored by your affection. 
It’s a known fact that he’s old and you could’ve always chosen someone younger than him, but your screams when he appeared in your banner pulls told him you really wanted him, and that made him hold on to his cane for support. 
“Daddy Welt, you’re so strong!” You mutter gleefully after you finish your upgrades on every single one of his traces. Of course he’s formidable now, you made him that way. 
And…daddy? Is he…that much older than you? Are you perhaps the same age as his adopted son? Aeons forbid, because he’s already had some rather inappropriate thoughts about you. 
“Oh yes! Imprison them! And then imprison me next!” You screech after Welt uses his skill.
“Calm your body and mind.” He says next during battle, but that’s actually meant to be directed at you. 
While we’re at it, when he commands, “Stay.” That may or may not be for the enemy. 
He wants to return your affections, but he doesn’t know how when he’s stuck in his world. He finds it rather ironic when his skill is meant to inflict imprisonment on his enemies but he’s the one unable to get to you. 
Maybe one day he’ll be able to find a way to use his black hole skill to consume his world and wake up in your world.
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folkwhoredoll · 6 days
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personal driver - rafe cameron x fem!reader
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pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader
synopsis: a boyfriend, a driver, or both?
word count: 0.5k
warnings/tags: some suggestive dialogues, mostly fluff :>
a/n: hi everyone! this is just a blurb for my first post on this blog :3 i hope you'll like this one. happy reading!
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Rafe’s soft side is an impossibility to everyone but you. Despite everything he’s done, your boyfriend never once hurt you in any way. You were a precious art in his eyes, a balance to his chaotic personality. Rafe also takes pride in being the only person on the planet who knows how wild you can be. An innocent face with a mischievous soul, he says. And he likes it, a lot.
Tonight was your best friend’s birthday party and she specifically told everyone attending that it is a strictly girl-only event. So there you were in front of your vanity mirror, wrapped in a pale pink bodycon dress while smearing a second layer of lipgloss across your lips.
“You look pretty, baby.” You halted your movements, turning around to see Rafe standing at your bedroom door with his arms crossed, eyes shamelessly raking up and down your body.
“You think so?” you said as you flashed him a sweet smile. Your heart always flutters whenever he compliments you.
Rafe muttered a low mhm as he walked towards you, arms reaching forward to grab your waist and kiss you on the forehead. “You always look pretty.”
Your lips turned into a small pout before looking up at him. 
“And you look just about good enough to eat,” he said abruptly, a cheeky smile growing on his face.
You chuckled. “stop it. we need to leave anyways.” You quickly made your way to the edge of your bed to grab the gift bag and the small purse that you packed earlier.
“This is so unfair," he huffed playfully. “You’re just using me as your personal driver.”
“Well I told you I can just grab an Uber—“
“Absolutely not.”
“See! And now you’re complaining," you scolded him while giving him a knowing look. Not that Rafe’s overprotectiveness bothered you. You love it. Being in his presence is the only time when you can be completely carefree, knowing that he’s there to take care of you.
“Alright,” he sighed. “What would I do without you?”
“Oh, stop being dramatic," you laughed. “I’ll only be gone for a few hours, Rafe.”
“A few hours too long!” He rebutted, trailing behind you while you walked downstairs. Sometimes you wonder if this is truly the man that many claim to be dangerous.
“I’ll tell you what. we’ll do anything you like when I get home," you offered him, grabbing your heels from the shelf beside your front door.
Rafe’s eyes lit up at your words. “Anything?”
You immediately realized what went on in his head as soon as his playful smile turned into a smirk. You giggled.
“Yes, anything,” you said. “Now come on. I want to be the first one to give her a gift.”
Rafe didn’t hear any word that you said after that, his mind beginning to imagine what he was gonna do to you tonight. His smile never left his face even while locking the front door.
He raced to open the door to the passenger seat for you, whispering to your ear before shutting the door.
"You're in for a treat tonight, darling."
And with that promise, you can't help but wonder if the party is where you truly want to be.
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harunayuuka2060 · 6 months
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MC: Floyd, I'm going to give you your own shopping cart. Try to get back to me after five minutes, okay?
Floyd's child self: Are you telling me to fit everything from this aisle to that isle in this small, shopping cart?
MC: No. Just grab stuff you like.
Floyd's child self: Okay~. I'll get you something~.
MC: That's sweet of you. *ruffles his hair*
Floyd's child self: Hehe~. I'll be going now! Five minutes?
MC: Yes. Five minutes—
Floyd's child self: *already runs off*
MC: *sigh* I'm sure he'll be done in three minutes or less—
"Um... Excuse me?"
MC: *turns around* Yes—
Riddle's child self: I think I'm lost. Can you help my find my way back to Queendom of Roses?
Leona's child self: Do you have this habit of picking every child you see on the street? *frowning at MC*
MC: He's a friend. What do you want me to do?
Floyd's child self: And he's cute~. I want to squeeze him~.
MC: No. He's too small, Floyd.
Riddle's child self: Who are these people?
MC: Well... I think you'll understand after we visit Heartslabyul.
MC: Trey will be there.
Riddle's child self: Trey? Who's Trey?
MC: ...
MC: You don't know who Trey is?
Riddle's child self: *shakes his head*
MC: ...Okay. Let's meet your older self then.
Riddle: ...
MC: Thoughts? *while holding Little Riddle*
Riddle: ...
Riddle: I didn't have the best upbringing.
MC: True. But you have improved from last time, Riddle. And you've got Trey, Cater, Ace, and Deuce on your side. I'm sure it will be a core memory for him.
Riddle: You want him to have a core memory of how chaotic Heartslabyul sometimes?
MC: *smiles* Though I want him to stay in Ramshackle, Little Floyd is there.
Riddle: Fine. Come here, Riddle Rosehearts.
Riddle's child self: ...
Riddle's child self: *looks at MC*
MC: Hm?
Riddle's child self: Will he be stricter than mother?
MC and Riddle: ...
MC: No! Absolutely not! You can eat sweets and pastries here! You can play and study all you want! Right, Riddle?!
Riddle: *having flashbacks of his childhood*
MC: Riddle! Stay with us!
MC: Haa... I'm tired. *after putting all the kids to sleep*
Grim: You've really become a single parent at this point.
MC: I just don't understand... None of them seems to be going back. I wonder why.
Jade's child self: That's because we're enjoying here.
MC: Huh? Jade? I thought you were already sleeping?
Jade's child self: I woke up when I noticed you weren't sleeping with us.
MC: My bad...
Jade's child self: The others will wake up too if you do not return immediately.
MC: Alright. Come here, Jade. *carries him up*
Jade's child self: I can walk back to the room.
MC: It'll be harder for you to fall back to sleep if you do that.
Jade's child self: *smiles* Okay.
Grim: Hench-human! Carry me too!
MC: You can have my shoulder, Grim.
Azul's child self: In this household, MC always tells me I'm the cutest.
Riddle's child self: Why are you telling me?
Leona's child self: In this household, you two are the crybabies.
Floyd's child self: Let's play hide-and-seek before Shrimpy comes in~.
MC: *opens the door* No. That can wait tomorrow.
Floyd's child self: Aw... You're boring.
Azul's child self: Will you read us a story again?
Riddle's child self: I want to hear another story too.
MC: Okay, okay. If that helps everyone to sleep, including you, Floyd.
Floyd's child self: Tells us about your love life.
Leona's child self: *laughs*
MC: *frowns*
Jade's child self: *who's already sleeping cozily in their arms*
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rogueddie · 7 months
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Steve nearly winces when he steps into the room, following behind Dustin and Mike. He's already wishing he'd tried to shut Lucas up as soon as he'd tried to say that "no, really, I don't mind!"
Because of course he's this unlucky. Of course his date would skip out almost last minute, of course he'd end up with no excuse to avoid helping Dustin with his stupid D&D game and of course the person who probably hates Steve most is crouched on the biggest chair like it's a throne.
Eddie Munson eyes lock on him immediately. He stares for a while, making Dustin and Mike shift awkwardly beside him.
"Absolutely not. No way." He's grinning though. His eyes narrow slightly at Steve, like he's daring him to do something.
"You asked for a sub, we delivered."
Steve simply raises an eyebrow, pointedly shifting the sheets Dustin had helped him make up. It draws Eddies attention off his face, finally. When he looks back up, he's smiling a little more genuinely.
The guys standing at his sides are still glaring, looking almost cruelly excited when Eddie stands up, meandering his way over to them.
He gently plucks the sheet out Steves hand, eyebrows slowly raising as he reads.
Everyone is waiting, eyeing Eddie impatiently. Dustin and Mike are tense, as though waiting for Eddie to blow up. The others seem to expect the same, though Steve imagines they're more excited for it.
"Why did you come?" Eddie eventually asks, still holding onto the character sheet. "What could possibly be so important about this that King Steve would miss the championship game?"
"Dustin said this one was important," Steve shrugs. Fights to keep his calm demeaner. "Something about it being the last one or something. He's been going on about this shit forever. Seemed cruel to leave him high and dry at the last leg."
"Well…" Eddie eyes the character sheet before handing it back. Looks Steve up and down, before finally grinning. His eyes crinkle at the edges. "Welcome to Hellfire, Lady Elora."
He sticks his hand out. Steve shakes it, trying not to grin back.
Even with how often Dustin has talked to him about the game, Steve is clueless. Dustin and Mike both save him from embarressment every time though, quick to argue different options in such a pointed way that he knows the others aren't fooled by.
But Steve doesn't mind, often finds himself rolling his eyes at their antics only to find Eddie eyeing him almost fondly.
He finds that he enjoys it though. He'd make the character Elora as a joke, mostly just throwing whatever seemed to fit at random. An Elf who's a ranger, chaotic neutral, swinging around a bat with nails.
He wonders if it sounds as stupid to everyone else as it does to him.
He's often lost on the story too. But Eddie is brilliant at telling it. Even when he doesn't understand what he means, he flinches when the others yell at a reveal. Anxiety bubbling up when things get tense, slowly getting more and more invested in the game. Even he can tell that they're nearing the end, the final fight.
"You're scared, you're tired, you are injured," Eddie says. "Do you flee Vecna and his cultists? Or do you stand your ground and fight?"
Steve already knows the answer before Dustin speaks up; "I say we fight. To the death!"
"To the death," Mike echoes, nodding.
"To the death." Steve sniffs, doesn't bother fighting the grin.
Eddie grins back at him, the others chanting the sentiment. Steve feels warm with his attention locked on him.
Steve has the first roll. He still doesn't understand the numbers, but the others cheer so he assumes it must be good. But then it goes downhill, so many bad rolls.
Everyone is too hyped up for Steve to keep up so he focuses on Eddie. He's jeering, jumping up out of his seat, encouraging the chaos and seeming to control the energy of the room. When he laughs, he sounds more like a movie villain.
And then, one of them calls time out.
They huddle into a circle, just like they did in basketball. Steve is surprised by how easily two of the older boys pull him in.
"Guys, I hate to say this but we have got to flee."
"I concur."
"Didn't we just agree 'to the death'?" Steve frowns. He's not ready to give up yet. He can feel how close they are.
"That wasn't literal!"
A hand tightens on his shoulder. "Vecna just decimated us. We can't kill him with two players."
"You too?" Dustin sounds just as annoyed as Steve feels. "Vecna only has 15 more hit points left, don't be pussies!"
"Pussies? Really? Cause we're not delusional?"
"No, no, Dustins right," Steve butts in. Barely holds back a warning to Dustin about his language; it's not the time for babysitting. "We're too close now, we can't give up!"
"HEY!" Eddie calls, easily drawing all their attention back to him. "If I may interject, gentleman… whilst I respect the passion, you'd be wise to take Garreth the Greats concern to heart. There is no shame in running. Don't try to be heroes. Not today."
Something about his smirk and stupid head tilt just makes Steve more determined. If he has to continue fighting this stupid game alone, god dammit, he will.
Steve only half pays attention to Mike talking strategy. He's already made up his mind.
"What do you say, Elora?" Dustin turns to him, looking uncertain.
"We can kill him." Steve sounds more sure than he probably has any right to be. But he is. He can feel it in his bones. They can win.
"Fuck yeah we can," he grins at Steve. The others look more uncertain. Dustin turns back to Eddie, shoulders back, chin up and looking almost proud. "Let's kill this son of a bitch!"
Dustin gets first roll and it's bad.
It's all down to Steve.
He can feel how tense everyone is. Dustin and Gareth start yelling when he takes to long. But he can't roll yet, follows his gut; he has to get this right, has to roll at the right time.
It's just like swinging a bat in baseball, he tells himself. Just gotta time it right…
He rolls.
The dice seems to move in slow motion. Steve can almost hear each time it bounces off the board. The tension is so thick that it almost chokes him, for a moment he's sure that he can't breath.
20.
There's a moment where no one reacts. Then Dustin yells, grabbing Steves arm and shaking him in his excitement. Mike, a more similar height, throws his arms around his shoulders. It's a little painful to have him shouting directly in his ear but, he too, is too excited to care.
The others have started yelling too, Eddie dramatically overacting his shock too. Steve can't help but laugh.
It takes a while for everyone to calm down. An even longer moment to stop talking enough so they can start packing their things up. Steve only brought his jacket and character sheet, so he stays stood at the end of the table to wait for the kids.
Eddie keeps glancing up at him as he packs most of the pieces away.
"Harrington," Grant grins at him. "Never thought I'd be saying this but... thanks for coming."
"Oh, uh, yeah, no problem," Steve tries to smile.
"Dude, you missed the championship game to save our asses in DnD," Gareth grins, throwing his arm over his shoulder. "Who woulda thought, though. Steve Harrington, huh?"
The other two laugh. Steve finally feels a little lighter, on safer ground.
"How the mighty have fallen, huh?" Steve tries. And they laugh, Jeff slapping him on the back.
At the doorway, he lingers for a moment, whilst everyone else starts heading down the hall.
"Thanks for letting me play," Steve says, turning to Eddie. "I know I'm not... uh..."
"Don't strain yourself," Eddie waves him off. "It's fine. The kids have raved about you enough for me to figure out that you're a good dude."
"Oh. Thanks."
"You should join their next campaign."
"I don't know. You're graduating, right?"
"Aww, you like me that much, big boy?" He puts a hand to his chest, batting his eyelashes.
But Steve remembers the rumors that went around, remembers exactly how true they were proven to be. And, well...
"What would you say if I am?" He fires back.
Eddie, true to his reputation, is never one to back down from a fight; "then I'd tell you to ask me out like you mean it."
"Alright. If you're free tomorrow, 8pm, would you wanna go on a date? With me?"
"You picking me up in your fancy car?"
"If you want."
"Yeah, I'm free."
"So... that's a yes?"
"Yes, that's a yes."
Steve can't help but fistpump, but it makes Eddie giggle, so he counts it as a win.
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queenie-ofthe-void · 26 days
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“Led Zeppelin? Never heard of them,” Steve lies, like a liar. Of course he’s heard of them, thinks maybe Hop’s mentioned them before. Doesn’t really know the band well, and probably definitely couldn’t name a song. But the comment serves its purpose, and the trap is set.
Eddie calls it the Zep Campaign. Every day they’ll listen to one album, and Steve will pick his favorite song from each. Eight days for eight albums. On the last day, they’ll narrow it down to one song to rule them all– because apparently even Led Zeppelin likes the Mordor books Dustin doesn’t shut up about. 
Each day, Steve struggles to pick a favorite. Day four isn’t bad– doesn’t mind a song that is actually called Rock and Roll, which is just a lazy title in his opinion– but they’re only half way through and the songs are all starting to sound the same. An endless stream of too-fast guitar melodies and weird, wobbly sounds he’s sure he’s never heard before. The vocals are his favorite part, but the lyrics are vague and confusing.
Long story short, he’s not a fan.
But this growing thing between him and this ridiculous metalhead is new, fragile. So if it’s important to Eddie, it’s important to Steve. 
“Stevie, we really don’t have to keep doing this,” Eddie concedes. It’s day eight, the final album, and he thinks even Eddie might be desperate to listen to something different. “You’ve listened to every other album and honestly this one is the worst. They were all on drugs, and this isn’t even their sound ya know? Like it’s not even real metal.”
And honestly, Steve does know. He’s been listening to this band for eight days and yeah, all the songs sound the same. But these ones are different. Softer. He’s made it this far, and he’s nothing if not persistent for the people he loves.
Sprawled out on the floor next to the boy he likes, passing a fading joint back and forth, he thinks he can suffer a bit longer. 
“No Eds come on, we’re halfway through anyways. Just flip it over and we’ll smoke while we finish.” Eddie huffs a sigh, but Steve can see the slight uptick of his lips, reminding him of why he’s doing this. He flips the record and crawls back, presses himself flush up against Steve’s side.
The next song is long, too long to keep his attention. They burn down their joint and Steve leans heavily onto Eddie’s open chest. He gets lost staring at the vinyl art. A guy dressed in a fancy white suit sits alone in a dive bar, the only splash of color against a dull background. The bartender looks gruff, like the rest of the bar, making the man stand out even more. He wonders if that’s how he looks posted up at the Hideout during Eddie’s shows. Wonders if he looks just as out of place in Eddie’s life as this man does, even though he looks comfortable there too. 
Eddie shifts his arms around Steve, bringing him back to the present. The song has changed and Steve feels the slow melody wash over him.
“Wait,” Steve cries out, flailing up and out of Eddie’s arms as he registers the new song. It’s soft with a steady beat. It’s got synth-- the sound Eddie told him he likes in pop music. This song isn’t loud and chaotic like the rest. The voice is soothing and the lyrics are mostly simple enough. It’s different, and he can’t believe it but–
All of my love, all of my love
all of my love to you, oh
“This one. I like this song. Like actually like it.”
Eddie sits up and stares at him. He can see the dramatic shock and annoyance on Eddie’s face. But it’s doing nothing to hide his broad smile and shining eyes. 
“Steven. Stevie. Baby, sweetheart, this absolutely cannot be your favorite Zeppelin song. Out of all the songs on all the albums and all the hours of poetic melodies I’ve forced upon you, you choose the most non-Zep Zeppelin song.” Steve laughs sweetly as he watches Eddie fail to keep the glee out of his supposedly annoyed voice.
The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again
One voice is clear above the din
“This song isn’t even metall!" Eddie screeches. He rants and raves, waiving his arms as he regales Steve with all of the reasons he should absolutely not like this one particular song. He's shining with happiness, dial turned up to a hundred and it's all aimed at Steve. He can't help but to gaze back fondly, enraptured in the adorably obnoxious spectacle.
"It’s all synth, almost no guitar because Page didn’t even write this one! He wrote all of them except two songs, Stevie, and of course that’s the one you chose. No one who knows good music even likes this album. It’s not even metal music and honestly I almost didn’t show it to you, that’s how bad it is!” They're both giggling, leaning falling slowly into the other's space. Facing one another, their feet tangled together, Steve twists and pulls on Eddie's rings. Just to touch.
“Well, maybe that’s why I like it,” Steve snarks, taking his hand. “Plus it’s a love song.” Daring to reach out.
All of my love, all of my love, yes
All of my love to you
Eddie’s smile dims a bit, softens at the edges as he grows serious. “It’s not a love song Stevie, not like that.” He’s looking at Steve but he isn’t. Looking past him into the back of his thoughts. “The lead singer, he wrote it for his son. His kid died of some kind of bad illness while he was on tour. Didn’t make it back in time.”
He pauses, and Steve waits. Knows Eddie has more to say, hoping his patience will pay off. Eddie’s sight refocuses and he heaves a heavy sigh. His eyes glisten as they lock onto Steve.  
“My mom used to sing it all the time. While she was cooking, or putting me to bed, or pulling weeds in the garden. She’d sing it constantly. Hell, she didn’t even know all the words, but she’d still try and sing the interludes– ya know, the music between the lyrics.” He laughs lightly, a stray tear just barely hanging on. Steve tightens his grip around Eddie’s hands and presses a kiss to his knuckles. A silent sign of gentle support and encouragement. 
“Sounds like a love song to me,” Steve whispers. Leaning forward, he presses a kiss to his forehead and pulls Eddie into a tight hug. 
All of my love, all of my love, to you now
“A love song just for you, from both of us.”
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I've always headcanoned that Eddie loves Led Zeppelin, because he plays guitar and loves metal and reads Lord of the Rings so of course he would.
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Hi! I love your writing!! I was wondering if you could write prompt 5 for Azriel x reader?
“It kinda sounds like you're flirting with me." ". . . I’ve been doing that for three years now."
Bat Boys x Reader
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a/n: i had a lot of people request this prompt for each of the bat boys, so i decided to do a blurb for each one! Hope yall enjoy!
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Rhysand
Rhysand watched you descend the stairs, sapphire dress flowing around your feet as you stepped. You looked regal in your outfit, causing Rhys to lose any thoughts in his brain aside from those about you. He would never get tired of looking at you.
This was the third Starfall ball since he had returned from Under the Mountain, escaping Amarantha. The first Starfall after his return was rather emotional for everyone, especially for Rhys who was trying not to remember how he had spent the past 49 years on Starfall. The second year, everyone partied a bit too hard in an attempt to keep those same emotions at bay and to celebrate the end of the war. But this year, with the war over and the dust finally settled, Rhys had a plan.
He reached out a hand towards you to escort you to the balcony, admiring the way your hand looked in his.
“You clean up well, High Lord.” You say in a lighthearted tone. He gives you his signature smirk and chuckles slightly at your playful formality.
“I could say the same of you, darling. You look beautiful.” Your cheeks heat. Rhys has complimented you many times in the past, but it never fails to make you blush. You know it’s all a part of his demeanor to compliment you, as well as Mor and Amren, but sometimes you wish it meant more.
The two of you make your way to the crowd of people, eager to enjoy the evening. You can’t help but notice that something seems off with Rhys tonight, but you try to ignore it, assuming it is just anxiety from the bad memories associated with Starfall.
———
After an hour of drinks and dancing, it's finally time for the stars to begin falling. You make your way to your friends, ready to watch from your usual spot, but Rhys pulls you away.
“I want you to watch from a different view with me tonight. Trust me, it's the best view in Velaris.” He whisks you away to his private balcony. As soon as your feet touch the ground, you’re in awe of the view, trying to watch each star as it falls.
“Beautiful.” You mutter in amazement.
“Yes, you are.” Rhys purrs, leaning against the railing next to you. His words make you blush again.
“I meant the stars, Rhys.” You giggle shyly.
“I know. And I meant you. You look absolutely stunning this evening darling.” He leans closer to brush a piece of hair from your face.
“Thank you, Rhys.” You turn to look back at the stars, hoping to hide how red your face has become, but he gently grabs your chin and pulls your attention back towards him.
“I’m serious. Of all the stars here tonight, you shine the brightest.” Gods, he’s being rather heavy-handed with the compliments tonight. Must be the champagne, you rationalize.
“Careful Rhys, it kinda sounds like you’re flirting with me.” You laugh, trying to ignore the way your heart is racing and trying even harder not to read too far into things. Rhys hesitates.
“… I’ve been doing that for 3 years now.” He says nervously. You look into his violet eyes, full of vulnerability. You could count on one hand the number of times you have seen Rhys act nervous.
“You have?” You ask quietly, a small smile on your face as you step closer to him. A bit of tension eases from him at the gesture.
“I was too nervous to say anything these past few years. First, the war, and then things were just so chaotic. I wanted to wait until everything was peaceful, until there was actually a future we could look forward to.” You bite your lip anxiously awaiting his next words, causing Rhys to smirk at your shyness. There’s the confident High Lord you know so well. “I want that future with you, y/n.”
“I want that too.” You lean in and kiss him. And with the stars falling all around you, it felt like the entire world was celebrating your love.
———
Cassian
“I give up” You huff, flopping onto the ground after what felt like a million squats. Gwyn giggles at your dramatic defeat, the sound gaining Cassian’s attention.
“I don’t remember saying training was over, y/l/n.” He barks. You groan at his command. Cassian was always extra hard on you, pushing you more than the others. Between that and his flirtatious teasing that always seems to make you flustered, the general may be the most annoying male you know.
“I can’t feel my legs, Cassian.” You whine. He raises a brow at you and smirks.
“Training is over everyone!” He calls, maintaining eye contact with you. “Except for you, y/n.” You give him a vulgar gesture, causing him to laugh.
The rest of the group files out, and Gwyn throws you a wink as she leaves, earning an eye roll from you.
“Sparring. Let’s go.” Cassian orders. There’s no use in arguing any longer, so you make your way to the training ring with a dramatic groan. As soon as you get into position, Cassian begins the attacks.
———
Sweat dripped down your face and back as Cassian proceeded to beat you yet again.
“Again.” He growls. You try to stand, but you can’t seem to make it all the way up, resting your hands on your knees as you try to catch your breath.
“Cass- Cassian. I can't.” You speak between panting breaths. “Please can we be done?” You beg breathlessly.
“Fine, you can go. Good work today.” He says with a playful smirk. You look at him confused.
“That almost sounded like a genuine compliment.” You were baffled.
“It was. Well, your form could use some work and your stamina has a long way to go, but overall you are really improving. And you sure as hell look good doing it.” He throws you a cheeky grin.
“Are you flirting with me?” You ask sarcastically, assuming he is trying to get under your skin with his comments once again.
“Sweetheart, I’ve been flirting with you for 3 years. It’s about damn time you noticed.” You freeze.
“Excuse me?” What the hell, you thought.
“Half the reason I always have you stay late is as an excuse to spend more time with you.”
“It is?” Cassian shrugs, as if he just said the most normal thing ever. “Well, maybe I have one more round of sparring left in me.” You say, matching his energy. You weren’t sure if this was another ploy to fluster you, but you weren’t going to let him win this time. Cassian grins.
“Or we could give your muscles a break and get dinner tonight?” Okay, definitely not a joke.
“I’ll go, but only if you agree to cut me some slack at training tomorrow.”
“Deal.” He winks. However, as soon as you get to dinner that evening, Cassian confesses that he has no intention of going easy on you at training.
“You almost beat me twice during our sparring. There’s no way in hell I’m letting up until you do.” Honestly, you’re not surprised.
———
Azriel
After a long hard week, a night out at Rita’s was just what you and your friends needed. The bar was completely packed and you were five shots deep, about to take a sixth with Feyre. The night flew by so quickly as you laughed and danced with your friends, not realizing that you gaining the attention of several males in the crowd. Azriel, however, did notice, and sent the most threatening glare at them, causing the males to cower away. Around 3 AM, the rest of your group was drunk and tired and ready to go home. Azriel offered to escort you home, given your inebriated state. You were too dizzy to fly with him, so he decided it was best to walk until you felt okay to fly.
“I don’t want to go home, Azzie! I’m having fun!” You whine, stumbling over your feet. “We should stay! You should dance with me!” He just laughs and keeps you steady while you walk, listening to you, ramble on with drunken nonsense.
“You’re so pretty Azriel.” You slur, poking him in the cheek, causing them to turn pink. “Why don’t you have a girlfriend? You know every female in Velaris would jump at the opportunity to date you” Before he can answer the very awkward and complicated question, you ramble on. “Is it true that wing size coordinates with other body parts? Rhys told me it isn’t true, but I think he’s lying. You have such big wings, Azzie.” You state, in an attempt to sound flirtatious, but as you stumble over your own feet, it just comes out a mess
“Are you trying to flirt with me, y/n?” He asks playfully.
“I’ve been flirting with you for over three years now. You never noticed.” You state so casually that he thinks he must have misheard you. He stops walking.
“Um, y/n?” You turn back, having noticed he isn’t walking beside you anymore.
“Yeah, Az?”
“Have you really been flirting with me for three years?” He asks shyly.
“Of course I have. You know, for being a spymaster, you would think you would’ve caught on by now. A girl can only try so hard to get asked out.” You giggle innocently. Azriel is truly confused. How had he never noticed?
“So tomorrow, when you’re sober, if I were to ask you out, would you say yes?” He cringes at his own insecurity, but he can’t help it.
“Ask me and find out.” You throw him a wink.
———
The next morning you had no memory of that conversation. Azriel couldn’t help but laugh at your complete shock when he asked you out at breakfast, deciding not to retell last night’s events until after your first date.
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andrastepls · 26 days
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A/SMR.
synop: reader lost her hearing after an explosion, simon has an idea to help her ‘hear’ him again
warnings: none i think ? canon typical violence & loss of hearing maybe knda spicy
not proofread we die like men
Adjusting to life without sound had been a trial on its own. It was something no-one really prepared for — silly as it seemed, now. Bombs and guns going off right next to a person for any amount of time was bound to cause damage at one point or another. Or, maybe, she just had shit luck.
The blast had come and gone so quickly, she had no time to react. No one did. It missed anything vital, but it had sent her rocketing into a wall; promptly breaking her arm, a few ribs, and rupturing her eardrums all in one fell swoop. If nothing else, recovery went relatively smoothly. As smoothly as it could have, at any rate, what with Soap and Gaz being absolutely glued to the chairs in the infirmary. Even getting kicked out a few times — luckily, Price and the Lt. were a little less chaotic. Be it because the medic on-site had a soft spot, or because Simon had intimidated the poor guy, he had been allowed to spend the first two nights in the infirm with her.
Being tucked away in his arms did wonders for her anxiety, but the cot was a bit small for him alone, let alone the pair of them. Blessedly, she had been given the okay to return to her own quarters after that.
A few months later, and her bones were good and well healed, but her ears were another story. The specialist kind. The off-duty kind. The waitlist was long, and going home, alone, in the quiet, sounded like her own personal hell. So, she stayed on base to wait it out.
The silence was her enemy, deafening in its lack of any and everything. She swore she could forget the music the world made in a moment without it. It was cold, void and lonely. Missing out on jokes, not ever hearing the booming shouts and laughter of the boys. Sounds she never thought she’d miss.
It didn’t go unnoticed. For all his grumbling and brooding, Ghost was terribly good at being good company. She was thankful for him, at least. Perhaps now more than ever. He was . . . oddly tentative of her. Making a point to brush a hand against her when he was near, what was previously a hovering palm near her back was now an open-handed reminder someone was there.
He made learning to sign feel so much easier. Subbing out some signs for military signals. A natural transition, when the other person knew how to speak it — even when he didn’t need to.
It was a kindness done solely for her benefit; a fact in which he would never admit, but she knew it to be true nevertheless.
• • •
She felt out of practice. Clumsy and uncertain of herself when he touched her, nothing like herself, and he noticed. He pulls back from her, hands curving through the space between their chests to say, “You okay?”
She swallows, looking away. Embarrassment flushes her cheeks a shade of maroon, the heat of it crawling up her neck.
“It’s not you.” she signs back after a beat, eyes finding his with nothing short of pleading in her irises, “I miss you. But the sound - ”
Lithe hands flop into her lap. She feels . . . inadequate. Incomplete. Hateful, to herself, knowing that she can’t be who he loved first anymore, “I miss hearing you.” it was a cruel thing for the universe to do to her; give her a man to fall in love with, a voice that lulled her to sleep, filled her heart, tightened her legs — and then take it away from her. Leaving her in this muffled prison.
He makes a face at that - not one of ill intent or anything of the sort - rather, one of confusion. She missed hearing him?
He never thought his voice to be something worth missing; though, he quickly understands when his mind wonders what never hearing her again would be like. His girl is quieter now, to be sure. But he can still hear her - the little noises she makes, when she hums to herself without noticing . . . among other noises . . .
There’s a moment where he stays still, only his eyes moving between the two. She’s about to lift her hands so say something else, but he promptly cuts her off by taking one of her wrists between his fingers. Encouraging her to open her hand and bringing her palm up to rest around his throat.
She pauses, wide eyes blinking between their hands and his face — that frustrating little smirk of his curling his lips upward at the corners. She can’t make sense of what he’s doing at first, canting her head to the side like a confused dog, and then, he hums. The sound vibrating against her fingers. Her jaws drops open slightly in shock, eyes locked between her hand and his mouth, wanting to say ‘again’.
Alas, he was a step ahead of her, and mumbles out her name in a breath. Feeling her name in his throat before reading it on his lips.
Hm.
A/N: i dont know its 1am !!
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reallyromealone · 6 months
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This request is random and it’s all up to you if you want to write it
So say muzan makes the upper six to watch over his infant son and I’d imagine it be chaotic
Like baby reader cries whenever akaza carries him, hates doma and throws his toys at him, maybe his enjoy chasing hantengu (which would lead to hantengu to run away crying), maybe gyokko would teach baby reader about art, maybe for gyutaro he’d be a decent care taker while daki is confused on how to take care of baby reader and kokushibo is baby reader baby reader favorite person and likes to be carried by kokushibo
This is totally up to you if you want to write it
Ohohohoobnonoo
🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐
Muzan was a very attentive father despite himself, his son; his /heir/ was his world.
(Name) was precious and perfect, given anything he could desire in the world.
An absolute papas boy.
So when the moons had to watch the little bundle...
It was a nightmare.
"WAAAAAAH!" (name) screeched as tears rolled down his face, smacking the demon angrily as his barely present fangs bit at Akaza, not harming the demon in the slightest.
"Please behave, our Lord will be home soon!" He tried soothing the babe who wailed louder.
Doma was treated no better though instead of crying it was violence.
"Please little Lord, I just wanna be your friend~" Doma said playfully as he shook a raddle infront of the little one who looked absolutely furious that he cult leader was touching his rattle "ABABABA!" He screeched and smacked his hands against the tatami mat and the blond cooed but glared when a stuffed toy hit him "that's very rude little lord~" Doma said and lifted (name) who immediately tugged at his hair with force "why are you so full of hate~!" He said with almost sadness in his voice "I'm the best one here!"
"Dada!"
"He's gone right now little one!"
(Name) was /facinated/ by hantengu and followed him around everywhere, Shakey little feet as the upper moon tried to get away from the little one, tiny Muzan picking up speed wit his waddles as the poor demon tried running away.
And that's when they learned little (name) could crawl on walls.
"GET AWAY!" He said anxiously and (name) made loud happy baby noises.
Gyokko looked fond as the little one finger painted, messy and colorful and proudly showed it to the other, it was a mess but he could see a vague shape of Lord Muzan based on the black blob with little red eyes.
"Very good little one" (name) beamed at the praise.
Gyotaro was an excellent care taker, soothing the little babe for his nap as Daki played dress up, she wasn't sure how to care for a baby having never had done so but she always thought infant clothes were precious, the siblings watching him as he sleeped on a blanket.
But out of all the moons, (name) always prefered Kokushibo who sat in silence reading as (name) sat in his lap drinking his bottle, the demon glancing down as the babe pat his arm "do you wish for me to read to you?"
"Ababa..."
"Very well..." Kokushibos voice was deep and relaxing to the boy, reminding him of his papa in a way and Kokushibo was reminded of his own children with (name).
Rarely did he think of them but occasionally he wondered what lives they led.
He wondered what life (name) would lead.
The babe sneezed and Kokushibo was confused as a daisy bloomed from the tatami mat.
Well then.
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adventuringblind · 6 months
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Mentor Them
Lando Norris x Reader X Carlos Sainz
Genre: Smut
summary: Carlos teaches his teammate some good bedroom skills. feelings come to light in the process.
Warnings: Smut, PinV, porn with plot, oral (m and f receiving), denial, overtimulation, Dom Carlos, Sub reader and Lando, bandage
Notes: You know who you are. You did this to me. I will not be speaking on the subject.
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Carlos has taken a liking to his younger teammate. He’s also taken an interest in said teammates relationship.
Lando, in the year and a half Carlos has known him, has kept the same girlfriend. But the thing that fascinates him is how oddly similar they are. The only difference is their energy. Lando is a bit more bouncy and chaotic, whereas she is soft-spoken and shy.
Carlos knows it’s weird. But he’s also not oblivious and incredibly intuitive. He notices the flustered laughs and blushes Lando gets when he’s around. He sees how the female looks at him until he catches her.
He knows both well. Wherever one is you can find the other not to far behind. It’s like they are each others safety blanket.
Is it bad he wants to absolutely ruin both of them? He tries not to think about it to much. They just look so soft together that he can’t help himself.
It’s after a race one afternoon that Carlos realizes he may have his fantasy fulfilled after all.
Lando came knocking on the door of his room in the McLaren motorhome. He was already blushing when Carlos let him inside. For the first time in a long time, there is no female in sight and Carlos thinks something bad may have happened.
“I need to ask you something and you’re not aloud to laugh at me.” The Brit says in an arguably strict tone.
“Anything. I won’t laugh.”
“I need help with, uh, bedroom stuff.” He looks down in shame ad Carlos is quick to stand up and lift Lando’s gaze to meet his.
“There is no shame is asking about that.”
Lando looks like he might go into shock but he manages a simple “Okay.”
~
Carlos goes over everything him and Lando had talked about on his way to their room. The two are trying to experiment but have no idea where to start.
Is he taking advantage of the situation? Probably. But for right now he’s just going to let himself enjoy it. Teach them a few things. Maybe even make a mess of them both in the process.
The one thing he’s mildly concerned about is the female. lando had made it clear that he doesn’t care what happens, but she has a tendency to not speak up if she doesn’t like things because she’s afraid of disappointing. It doesn’t help that she is shy and even struggles talking to Carlos despite having known him for awhile now.
Lando also mentioned her ability to not make any sounds during sex like her life depends on it. Her entire body could be spasming and she could still be silent. Another habit he’s hoping to break tonight.
He takes a deep breath and knocks on the door.
~
She has no idea what to expect. Lando and her had been thinking about this for some time now, inviting Carlos to join them. She just wasn’t sure what the whole ‘experimenting’ excuse is about. Her and Lando have done plenty of that!
Dynamics are a little funky a times because they’ve both had to learn to be switch’s. They fumbled for a bit, but she thought they’d done plenty of that and that their sexual health is fantastic.
Then he explained that he kind of fibbed because this counts as experimenting, technically speaking. He also said that Carlos didn’t hesitate to say yes and got excited at the proposal. It makes her wonder if Carlos has also thought about them in this way.
Lando sits next to her on the bed. His arms wrapped around her and his head in the crook of her neck. “remember Carlos doesn’t know how to read you like I do. You’ll have to communicate verbally with him.” She just hums. She doesn’t know why she does it, her voice just leaves during sex and it’s so hard for her to speak. “For me, please?”
“I will, for you.”
They don’t get to continue their conversation as they hear a knock at the door. Lando bounds to go and greet their guest and she curls herself into the corner of the bed. Just her and her breaths for a minute.
The curious sound of something hitting the wall fills her ears. Then follows the wet sound of sloppy kisses and a few moans. Finally they come into view and she can see Carlos smothering Lando in a full mouth kiss. She even thinks she can see the swipe of their tongues every now and then.
When Carlos pulls away, he looks between them with hunger. “Why do I feel like you two actually know exactly what you’re doing?”
“Cause I sorta kinda fibbed.”
“I can tell by the way you let me shove my tongue down your throat with ease.”
Lando blushes at the statement. ‘Oops.”
Carlos sits on the end of the bed and swings himself around to face the female. He motions for Lando to join and a small smirk tugs at his lips when he obeys.
“Complete transparency: I have thought about this for awhile now.”
She exchanges a look with the Brit. Turns out he has been thinking about them as well. “So have we.”
“So the experimenting?”
“Technically this is experimenting.”
Carlos just shakes his head. “You could’ve just asked and I would’ve said yes.”
The girl uncurls from herself just a bit. “It’s hard to do when you have a crush on the person you’re asking.” The smile on Carlos’ face is unreal. He looks ecstatic and it makes her feel fuzzy on the inside. “We were going to ask if you wanted to try things with us. Like, in a romantic sense.”
Her and Lando look at him expectantly. The Spaniards smile seems to grow even more. “Yeah, I think I would like to try that. But I have one condition.”
“And what would that be?” Lando’s tone is a bit snarky but she knows what he’s doing. He has a tendency to rile people up quickly. Namely her. In a sexual way.
“I want to take you both apart tonight.”
The stunned silence that falls between them is ridiculous. the fact that she’s not sure what he means by that and the idea of watching that happened seems very appealing. She does not register, however, that Carlos said both of them. She’d already settled for mostly watching the two of them go at it. Not to much involvement on her end.
There are no words exchanged. Just Lando staring at the Spaniard as if waiting for his doom. Not a bad way to go out really.
And just as suspected, when there is even an inkling of confirmation, Carlos is once again choking his tongue down Lando’s throat. The two of them clamber back onto the bed with nothing but clumsy chaos.
The female curls into herself further. She watches in awe. The same feeling of losing her voice during intimate moments comes crashing over her, and she has no clue what she should do.
If she's honest with herself, she would be perfectly content just watching. She lets her mind wander to the future and what their life might look like together. If people found out what they might say.
She doesn't realize she's been spacing out until Lando is calling her name. She must have been gone a while because he and Carlos are both missing their shirts.
She feels clueless.
Carlos, in all of his beauty, gently grabs under her knees and slides her almost fully underneath him.
The hungry stare makes her squeak. It's nothing like she's ever seen before. Lando is usually needy and whiny, but this is nothing but pure untamed lust.
He hovers over her. Hands moving to pin her wrists to the mattress beneath her. He studies her. His eyes move down her body as if calculating how to best attack.
She's panting heavily. A pause. A calm before the storm.
Then something in him snaps.
His belt is off in seconds. Carlos finds Lando's wrists and uses his belt as some sort of makeshift rope. One that he won't be getting out of on his own. Lando won't be doing much touching if his hands are stuck behind him, and she wonders what Carlos is planning.
Carlos is half straddling her now. The other hand of him towering Lando. His hands gripping messy curls. "You said you can't get her to make noise? If that's the case, I feel that you haven't been doing it right." He grabs Lando's chin and directs his haze at her. "You've had such a beautiful girl, compliant even, and you haven't made her cum so hard she's praying your name?"
Carlos clicks his tongue. He strips Lando of the rest of his clothes. Completely bare. Unless you count the belt, keeping his hands from really doing anything.
"We're using colors for safe words. Are you both familiar?" She shakes her head yes in confirmation, and Lando gives a verbal answer. "I need words, princesa."
How is she ever going to get through tonight if he calls her things like that? She breathes and attempts to make her paralyzed vocal chords work. "Yeah..." it's barely even a whisper, but Carlos looks so pleased with himself.
The Spaniard maneuvers Lando back onto the bed on his knees. He grabs his jaw again and looks so stern that she thinks he might actually be upset. "You are not going to finish until you pull a noise out of her. Do you understand?"
A slurred "Yes sir" stumbles out of the Brits mouth. Then Carlos is back over her body. He tugs at the bottom of her shirt. The outer layers are shed so easily. She's not self-consciousness, even quite confident with how Lando compliments her every opportunity he gets. Yet Carlos' hungry eyes make her want to shield herself.
It's overwhelming, a good overwhelming, but still overwhelming.
"Don't hide away from me now. If you do that, I can't teach Lando how to pleasure such a good girl."
Is it possible for a human to melt? Because she is most definitely melting. Putty to be molded as the Spaniard pleases.
He works off her bra with skilled fingers. She goes again to try and close up but Carlos is quick to catch her and pin her hands.
He kisses her neck, her lips, her shoulders, the center of her chest. It's such a contrast to the roughness she saw with Lando. He's being slow and taking his time with her. Lando looks like he is enjoying being punished to an extent (he's always been a bit of a brat for her).
She sucks in a breath when Carlos' tongue and teeth find her nipples. He goes back and forth between both of them. Her breathing is heavier than it was before. More labored from the stimulation.
Still no noise.
He captures her lips again and then trails his lips all the way to the last piece of clothing she has on. Her body shivers in anticapation. He tugs at the elastic and makes eye contact with her. "Can I take these off?"
The nodding her head in response isn't going to work, and she knows that. She steels herself and forces her voice to work even if it's small. "Please." A blink, and you'll miss it type of whisper, but he hears her.
He drags them off. Hands running across her body in an almost desperate motion. He pries her legs apart easily. You'd think she was weightless. Another confidence booster since she's got a 'not a supermodel' kind of body. In her opinion, at least.
Carlos goes back to kissing her. Now, adding small bites as he goes. He's teasing the area around where she would like him to be. Again, not complaining, simply enjoying what he's giving.
He pulls away, and she huffs. He looks satisfied with it. "Maybe if you begged for it, I would keep going." He smirks. Her eyes widen in the realization that he wants to get her as vocal as possible. Not just for Lando, but for himself also.
Carlos manhandles Lando in between her legs. She can feel his warm breath clinging to her body in all the right places.
"Do you want me to just sit here or...?"
A flash of movement and a small amount of force appear out of thin air. Lando's tongue is everywhere she jeeds it to be. Carlos passes her a curious look. "Is he always like this." She shakes her head yes. If only he knew the half of it.
"Remember amour." He whispers into Lando's ear. "You pull a noise out of her, and you can finish." Then he looks at her. Gentle eyes but stern voice. "And you can finish if you want, but do not make a sound if it isn't real. Let him be desperate and learn from this."
And oh how desperate he would become.
Carlos doesn't make it any easier on him. She knew it was going to be torcher for the Brit when Carlos asked if there was lube in close proximity, and the answer was yes.
Hands are everywhere. Touching, feeling, grabbing, spreading. Her nerves are on fire from all the stimulation. Lando whining into her core and Carlos continually shoving the Brit further into her is making her feel all sorts of ways.
Her body spasms without warning. The deep sated pleasure hit her in a wave.
Silence. A little labored breathing. But still no noises pulled from her.
Carlos halts all movment. Lando cries from having no physical contact. Limbs flail like a child whose mother said no to ice cream.
"I guess we'll have to try something different, huh Landito." How Carlos can move people around so effortlessly is beyond her. The positions are reversed now. Though she is sitting more comfortably since she has her hands.
Carlos takes the courtesy of letting his hands free. The Brit immediately runs his hands all over both of them.
Carlos pulls her body into his back. Fingers caress her sides, then grabs her hair. He pulls hard enough so that she can look at him, albeit upside down in a way.
He places a chaste kiss to her nose, causing her to smile a bit. "I want to hear the words. Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me you want to be a good girl for me."
It comes so naturally this time. Like begging for him is her first language. It's the only thing she knows. It falls from her lips in the form of a prayer, and Carlos looks satisfied with her for it.
Something happens when he slams into her without warning. Her hands grip onto Lando's thighs, and her mouth falls open.
Something between a shreik and a moan leaves her, and it's shocking. Carlos doesn't stop, but he's reveling in it. "See princesa, you sound so fucking beautiful. Moan for me more. Whine for me with Lando in your throat."
And so she did. Like she found her voice despite it never really being gone. Carlos had unlocked something in her mind that let her get past the mental block.
Lando looks like he might cum just to the sound of her. It's his favorite song on repeat, and every noise makes his eyes roll back further.
Praise. Both are praising her. It only makes her do it more. Her mind is so far gone that it's possible she'll never recover. Lando has gotten her here before, but never this far.
They are both gone. Deep into the glassy eyes and fuzzy headspaces that she doesn't care what happens next.
She's choking off Lando's length, but she can't be bothered to care. His hands fist her hair as he slams his hips into her face. His breathing is labored and mouth open. His words are swimming in her ears as are Carlos'.
She fell over a while ago. She's been over the edge for an insane amount of time. Lando spilling down into her throat only pulls her deeper into it.
Carlos is getting sloppy with his relentless thrusts. She feels him stutter and pulse onside of her. His angle hitting her where she wants it.
That small voice in the back of her head is glad Carlos was responsible and put on protection. He doesn't pull out until he's done.
They are all sweaty, but it doesn't matter. She finds herself in Lando's lap. He's buried in her. His hands are tracing the sensitive lines he knows so well. She reciprocated the gentle affection.
Carlos has complete control of the situation. He lays wet kisses to every area of skin he can get to. He praises and degrades in all the correct ways. Guides them through every action. Lando pulling ever sound he'd been longing to hear for over a year from the depths of her soul.
It's bliss. They'd been at it so long that she couldn't control her own body anymore. Gone are coherent thoughts.
Carlos stops them. Gently slowing both down with his hands as guides. "You're both such beautiful creatures."
They fall into a heap. Her and Lando can barely move and settle for holding hands and staring. Sleep because the best idea she has ever had. Her eyes droop.
"No sleep yet. Don't want you getting sick or subdropping on me." Carlos chuckles as he presses cold rags to their skin. "I would have you bathe, but I don't think that would I can manage you both in there."
"Thank you, Carlos, really." Mumbles Lando.
"I should be thanking you two. I've wanted this for so long. It's hard to believe it took us this long." Carlos runs a hand through his hair. "Tommorow I'm taking you two out for a real date."
"I think I speak for both of us when I say that we would love that."
"I seconds that." She mumbles before throwing herself over the boys in a head of bodies and comfort.
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tang3r1n · 3 months
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❝𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓!❞
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Shig is stuck at the single worst party of his life— until he spots that cutie from his biochem class.
warnings; dub/noncon, AFAB/FEM READER anal ref for like a second, unprotected sex, drunk/drugged reader, yandere-coded shig,, slut-shaming, incel-ish shig, dabi got too drunk and kinda screwed reader over, drugging(?), college au, i’m gonna redo this eventually, gross descriptions
a/n; this is my (late) secret santa gift and New Years present for the illustrious @mamayan !! i hope i did your dirty man justice, this was a part of @/ectologia’s amazing Secret Santa 2023 event they hosted!! both of these authors are big inspirations to me and i’m so glad i was able to be a part of this!
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This New Years party was horrendously lame. shitty music, shitty lighting, shitty drinks; the whole thing was just an excuse for idiotic college frat douches to get wasted and fuck pretty little cheerleaders for the umptenth time.
Shigaraki watched with tepid interest as Dabi was cheered on by idiotic college students chugging his twentieth beer, scoffing as the drunk man raised his arms in triumph and let out a slurred war cry, already stumbling around. He was already sick of this place, the smell of pot and vomit burning his nostrils, just as he thought to dump his cheap booze away and kick rocks Dabi sauntered over to him, practically dragging another person with him.
Tomura felt his back immediately straighten, bloodshot red eyes widening as he saw your giggly attitude and cute little outfit. You were his shamefully massive crush from his chemistry class, the teacher’s student grader who left cute smiley faces and sweet memos on all his reports, always smiling and helpful and so so so kind to everyone. Shigaraki often got carried away staring at you during labs, watching as you bent over, how your lab coat was seemingly tightened just enough to where he can see your luscious curves, how your pretty hair falls so perfectly messy from your chaotic bun, ‘wonder how she’d look if i spread her out on this table—examine her..’
Dabi poked his chest harshly, a drunken grin plastered on his face as he held up in a mock chokehold, “lis’n h-hic!-here.. yer gonna take m’new girl n make sh-braap!-sure she ge’shome safe, kay?” Tomura rolled his eyes at his friend’s drunken speech, letting Dabi clap a hand on his shoulder to steady himself as he watched you giggle and pat Dabi’s back comfortingly. Your own cheeks were darkened and he could see the sway in your stance. Tomura couldn’t help but feel a twinge of emotion at Dabi’s declaration of you being ‘his new girl’ as he finally scoffed and pulled away, his frustration coming off as annoyance.
“Why am I in charge of your ‘new girl’?” he hissed, eyes narrowed. Your smile dropped and his gut wrenched at the sight knowing it was his fault, but he couldn’t help the little twitch of his cock at your glossy lips stuck in a cute pout. Dabi frowned and shoved the taller man harshly, stumbling a bit as he did, “dude fuck off, she’s jus’a sweet gal, wanna make sure she don’t get snatched up-hic!-I obvi’sly can’do it,” he chided, poking at Shigaraki’s chest. You interjected, pretty manicured fingers and bracket decorated wrists waving in protest, “no no no nonono, h-he don’t need to do that, ‘ll be f-fine!” you slurred and Tomura sighed, pinching his brows to hide the absolute jubilation he was experiencing. He couldn’t believe his luck— literally being hand-delivered the girl of his (wet) dreams on the shiniest of silver platters. He kept up the act, however, not wanting you to see his desperation, “nah, nah, you’re both stumbling like fucking morons, lemme go grab my shit,” he turned on his heels, calling over his shoulder, “go grab yours.” hearing your heels ‘click! click! click!’ off as you ran to get your cute purse.
“T-tomura I-ahh!” you whined and cried into your pillow, the fabric soaked and caked in your tears and makeup. You screamed as he pushed your back down into a sinfully painful arch, cock sloppily thrusting into your poor cunt. All you’d done is asked for help taking your massive heels off, bending down to untie the long, crossed straps as he snuck up from behind using his, very surprising, strength to grab and yank you up over his shoulder. You gasped and twisted, pounding on his back with your fists as he stumbled through your tiny apartment just off campus. It was only now that you regretted never agreeing to the on-campus dorms.
His whiny pants seemed to infect your very soul, bright red, bloodshot eyes staring down at you in such a creepy way, like he feared blinking would ruin his moment with you. Not like this was much of a fond moment being made, panties hanging off your ankle, shirt and bra ripped, literally ripped in half, hair frizzy and messy from his constant pulling and tugging. You felt disgusting; dizzy and nauseous, wet and gross with how loud your own pussy was squelching, the blunt ‘plap! plap! plap!’ of his balls against your puffy lips send chills of disdain and pleasure up your back, making your already jumbled brain that much more scattered.
He was so touchy, his clammy hands pinching and prodding at all your fat and curves, frantic in their path all over your sweaty skin. Shigaraki’s entire form was frantic, hips stuttering and basically humping you while his cock twitched wildly, arms and thighs quivering at he pinned you down, drool, literal spit, splattering against your face and neck as he openly crooned and moaned like a bitch in heat. You felt so violated as he praised your body, talking about ‘all those lonely nights’ and how he ‘spent so many labs with a hand down m’pants-“ god he was a fucking pervert.
You whined as his thumb found your clit, rubbing fast circles and sending a wave of pleasure through you, another wave of nausea following soon after as you bit back bile, there was no fucking way you were gonna cum from this degenerate raping you. But alas, try as you might your biology was working against you, thighs and cunt clenching around him and his cock as you neared your high. His laugh was cracks and hoarse as he leant down, greasy pale-blue hair tickling your nose as he licked a stripe up your face, drinking your tears, “mmfh—! fuck, y’gonna cum? huh?” he tried, rubbing tight circles onto your sensitive bundle of nerves. You thrashed in what little movement you could, sobbing and shaking your head, “N-NO, NEVER, YOU F-FUCKING PERV—“ he cut off your screams with a harsh swat to your pussy, causing a full body shake as you tipped over the edge.
Perhaps you would’ve been embarrassed if not blinded by the white-hot pleasure of your forced orgasm, mouth agape in a silent scream as your cum cremend his cock, creating a frothy ring of white at his base. Tomura giggled out a disgusting laugh, wiping the milky mixture and smearing it into your messy face, cooing at your disheveled appearance as he sped up his sloppy thrusts.
Just as you came down from your high, his hand suddenly pinned you back down by the neck, quickly cutting off any air as he whined above you, eyebrows creased as he fucked into your hot, messy pussy, “g-gonna cum— fill up y’pretty pussy,” he whined, using his thumb to softly poke and prod at both your lips and little puckered hole and causing you to jolt, tightening up around his again and sending Toura over to his own climax.
His ‘big o’ face was obscured by his tangled, dirty hair, a pathetically noisy groan resonating as he stilled inside you, pump after pump of warm, thick cum shot right in you. You cringed, so weak from your own finish that you did nothing but whine in protest as he slowly slipped his cock out, instantly jamming two of his lengthy fingers back in to keep his cum night and snug.
“Happy New Years, I—“
“fucking pervert.”’
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A/N: Brought to you deliciously by @tightjeansjavi @loquaciousferret @peterhollandkait @chaotic-mystery
Summary: ever wonder how it feels for your favorite Pedro Pascal character to go down on you? Well, look no further because the girlies got you covered! Oh, and these men definitely know how to eat it good.
Warnings: this is literally just smut. If you are under 18 do not interact. This is content NOT intended to be consumed by minors. If you interact and I find for you to be underaged, I will be blocking you, no questions asked.
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Din Djarin
↳ @loquaciousferret
Din doesn’t get the opportunity to eat you out as much as he would like, purely due to the logistics involved with ensuring it is perfectly dark and to have the time and space to apply a blindfold to you. You honestly don’t mind that it isn’t often, and it seems to frustrates him more than it does you. He is a selfless and generous person and wishes he could take this into the bedroom too.
All this considered, it does mean he really takes his time whenever he does get the opportunity. He will be patient and spend what seems like hours pulling multiple orgasms from you, never stopping until the point where you are the one begging for him to stop and just fuck you.
“Please- Din, please. I need you.”
“You have me, mesh’la. I’m right here.”
You whined, his facial hair tickled at your inner thighs as he spoke gently, his voice sending vibrations through your core.
When he did eventually fuck you after eating you out, the pleasure was intensified for you both. With you blindfolded, he could kiss and worship all of your body, and take in your subtle facial expressions without his visor obscuring his view.
“So beautiful, cyar’ika. I could stay here with you like this forever.” And he truly wishes he could.
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Javier Peña
↳ @tightjeansjavi
Javi Peña eats your pussy wherever, and whenever he wants. You could be at the office, legs spread over his desk, his hands deliciously holding your thighs apart as he devours your sweet cunt. Thank god it’s only you two working late hours because your moans are free falling around the room, bouncing off the walls. You can hear him groaning in content at your sweet taste along his tongue. Even as his jaw goes slack, he continues to lap at you, wanting to get every last drop.
Or you’re in your apartment, blissfully whipping up some brownies or cookies to bring into the office, humming whatever tune is playing on the radio. You’re wearing one of Javi’s shirts, and a thin pair of panties. Your hips sway just enough for Javi to notice. You feel his presence looming behind you before he’s sinking down his knees. Your breath is caught in your throat when you feel his hands sneak up the apex of your thighs, prying them apart. “Javi, what are you—” you stumble over your words, gripping the counter tightly when he flattens his tongue against your clothed pussy, tasting you through the thin fabric. “Don’t mind me, cariño. Keep on whisking.”
You feel him hook his thumb along the side of your panties, revealing your slick cunt to him and then he’s completely devouring you, your knees nearly buckle as his nose bumps into your clit. His tongue is absolutely working you into ruin. “Javi, this really isn’t the time—fuck, baby.”
He’d let out a low chuckle against your core, sending warm vibrations up your spine. “There’s never a time more perfect to eat your sweet pussy cariño.” He tsks.
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Pre!Outbreak Joel
↳ @chaotic-mystery
Pre!outbreak Joel would eat your pussy whenever and wherever he wanted your aching cunt in his mouth. It didn’t matter if you were in public, that’s why his truck has back seats. All he’d have to do is give you that look and you knew what was coming. Your minimal clothing choices in the Texas heat would make him start looking for secluded places to pull over. His hand would be at the very top of your thigh and he’d squeeze ever so gently causing your breath to hitch. It was the slight risk of getting caught by someone as he’s going to town on his girl, making her squirm and cry out.
He’d push your legs back so your thighs are slightly pinned against your stomach so he can see your dripping wet pussy in all its glory. As soon as your panties hit the floor of the truck, he’d give you a groan as he gets closer to you and admire how wet you already are for him. “Look at this beautiful fuckin’ pussy baby doll. Who got you like this, hm? Tell me sweet girl.” Just as you’re about to answer, he’d flatten his tongue against your clit and start devouring you. He liked seeing how much he can make you work for it while he’s rotting your brain, taking your breath away with his devilish mouth. “Cmon baby, tell me” he’d moan against you trying to aid a response between your moans.
Your fingers would comb through his hair and tug every time he sucked on your clit and shook his head from side to side, scoring a raspy whimper from you. His hand clutching your pillowy breasts and pinching your nipples, causing you to feel a fiery pit in your stomach.
“Joel please I’m gonna cum- don’t stop, just like that, just like that” your sentence growing to barely a whisper as you were right at the edge of releasing. Joel’s tongue would start flicking against your sensitive bud and that was all it took, your legs wrapped around his head as you rode his face, screaming his name. It didn’t stop there, of course. As you’d ride your high and buck your hips against his wet face, his mouth would still be attached to your clit. You’d start turning side to side, trying to back up but he’d wrap his arms around your thighs and pull you as close as he could, moaning into your juices that made your pussy glisten in the sun spilling through the window.
“Where are you goin, darlin'? I’m not full yet” he’d mutter and go right back to licking up your juices, running his tongue along the slick folds and around your clit. You’d push his head away and cry out, begging for a break but he’d grab your wrists, your legs tightening around his head even more. “One more baby cmon one more fuckin time just for me, pretty baby” your body shaking and breathes becoming faster until they sounded like gasps. The shriek of pleasure you let out as your eyes roll to the back of your head, a tear slipping from your eye as your body falls into complete euphoria. Your legs would fall from his shoulders, body still trembling slightly as he’d hover above you and admire his work that was written all over your face.
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Post!Outbreak Joel
↳ @tightjeansjavi
Post!Outbreak Joel eats your pussy like it’s solely based around his own survival. How else is he supposed to feel alive, and human without his mouth devouring your cunt? There is no sweeter sound to his ears than mewls he elicits from your pretty little lips from his sinful mouth devouring you. You almost just got bit by a clicker? Cool, drop your pants girlie, because Joel is going to make you forget all about that near death experience in no time!
He prefers to have you on all fours, ass up with your back arched at almost an uncomfortable angle. Your bare pussy, glistening and pulsing through his heated, greedy gaze. You would only briefly feel his hot breath fanning your core. Joel doesn’t like wasting any time, but he loves to hear you beg him just a little. He’s a bit of a biter, and you’d feel his teeth graze the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, causing you to lurch forward on your knees. He’d growl under his breath, wrapping his arm around your stomach and pull you right back to his face. “You stay right where you are darlin’ you hear me?” His mouth would be on you before you’d even get a chance to respond. He loved knocking the air from your lungs. It would take him no time to have you chasing your impending orgasm. His lips would be harshly wrapped around your clit, sucking intensely on your bundle of nerves. His teeth would graze you, and you’d be seeing stars.
His coarse, wiry beard would be scratching deliciously at your sensitive skin. The only time he would pause his sinful actions would be to spit on your already soaked cunt, he’d drag his tongue through his own salvia mixed with your juices before he would be lapping at you again. As soon as you would start to feel that the sensation was too much, your thighs would be quivering as you’d beg him to show you some mercy. “Joel—please I-I—it’s too much. Baby, I can’t—please..” you whined.
“Yes you can, pretty girl. I ain’t fuckin’ done with you yet.” He harshly whispered against your cunt. His beard and chin would already be coated in your arousal but this was never enough for him.
He’d flip you over onto your back, without warning, and grab your ankles in his calloused palms. He’d yank you down so you were beneath him, before he’d be devouring you once more. Your fingers would be desperately fisting his hair, riding into his face, feeling him everywhere. You’d scream his name, loud enough for the entire QZ to hear just how good this man treated you, and your pussy. Even after you would be fully spent, he’d keep his head buried between your thighs, his tongue would slowly be lapping up your release, before he’d press a chaste kiss to your clit. “Always such a good girl for me darlin’ could eat you for every fuckin’ meal.”
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Frankie Fransico Morales
↳ @peterhollandkait
Frankie “pussy eating king” Morales
• Frankie starts slow, teasing you with his mouth and fingers on other parts of your body.
• Everyone thinks Frankie is an ass man, but he really truly loves your tits, never getting enough of them.
• He leaves marks and bruises all over them, sucking on your nipples with any chance he can get.
• When he finally moves down to your core, still teasing you, he breathes against your cunt, pressing kisses to your inner thighs.
• He does this until you’re begging him, whining for his touch, which is when he finally gives in.
• Frankie eats you like a man starved, lapping up your juices fervently. He has an arm holding open your thighs, the other pressing two fingers into your entrance, pumping them in and out.
• Every once in a while, he pulls away to whisper words of encouragement against your skin.
• “You like that baby?”
• “You’re doing so good for me gorgeous, taking my mouth so well”
• When his mouth is back on your folds, you’re mewling for him.
• He doesn’t give you a break between your first and second orgasm, sucking on your clit, making the most obscene noises as your pleasure wracks through you again and again.
• When you’re coming down from your second climax, he lays his head on your inner thigh, giving you a pussy drunk smile.
• He’s obsessed with you, never even thinking to touch himself at any point.
• This is all for you, no matter how hard his cock might be
• He puts his mouth back on you, fucking your third orgasm out of you with his tongue.
• He makes you see stars, your head going blank and body feeling weightless. He knows exactly how to manipulate your body to coax the most powerful orgasms from you.
• He learns your cues easily, knowing that your thighs shake before you squirt all over his face, covering him in your juices
• The way you tug on his hair tightly and arch your back before you come, screaming his name
• The echo of your voice on the walls gives him purpose, not hesitating to dive further into you to get what he wants
• Afterwards he puts every effort into making sure you’re comfortable
• He cleans you up with a warm washcloth, tucking you carefully under the covers before he joins you on the other side.
• He doesn’t care about his own pleasure, his only thoughts are to care for you.
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Dieter Bravo
↳ @tightjeansjavi
Dieter Fucking Bravo eats your pussy like he’s the president of the pussy eating fan club. He is always absolutely greedy, ravenous to have his face buried against your sweet cunt. He’d have you for breakfast, lunch, dinner, appetizer, and of course dessert. On the occasions that you’d be spending the weekend with him, (literally every weekend) Dieter’s one, and simple request, is that you’d wear no panties around him. So you’d find yourself in his penthouse, wearing one of his expensive tailored shirts, and no panties. You could be doing the most mundane tasks, such as; doing your laundry. You’d be leaned over the open dryer, glistening pussy on full display for him. Next thing you know, his hands are around your hips and hoisting you up onto the dryer, spreading your legs wide open. He’d have a few greedy licks, before he would turn the dryer on, sending sweet vibrations up your core before his mouth and tongue would be fully devouring you. He’d use his pointer and middle finger to spread your slick folds open so you were on full display. He’d fuck your pussy with his tongue dragging it in and out of you before he’d focus all of his attention on your clit. The obscene slurping sounds he would make would drive you wild, and turn your brain to mush. He’d moan into you, shaking his head back and forth as he laps at you. “Mhmmm. Sweetest fucking pussy baby. All mine. Can eat you for fucking days, my sweet sweet girl. Now I’m gonna need you to cum all over my face like the dirty little girl I know you are.” Between the vibrations of the dryer, and Dieter's tongue showing you no mercy, you do just as he says. Screaming out his name while your hips buck up into his face. Even after you're spent, he continues to lap at you before he’s coaxing as many orgasms out of you as you're willing to give him.
He likes eating your pussy when it’s the most inconvenient possible time ever. Usually when you’re on your laptop, typing away. You’re on a writer's block for the next chapter of your 200k smut fic about Poe Dameron. He’s about to go down on the reader, but you’re lacking inspiration. Just as you're clicking the next key, you feel Dieter’s lips pressing to your ankle, he’s on his stomach and you peek over the top of your screen to see his smug face looking up at you. “How’s that chapter coming along baby?” He speaks against your skin, kissing his way up your calf and thigh. “I’m at writer's block. I can’t fucking find the inspiration for this scene. He’s supposed to go down on the reader and—” you give him a warning look as he inches his face closer to your pussy. He shuts the screen to your laptop and places it on the coffee table. You roll your eyes as he’s already hiking your hip up with your foot firmly planted against the side of the couch. “Mmm. This is that trigger happy X-Wing Pilot, right?” You can feel his hot breath fanning your core as he licks his lips. “Yeah, and I really don’t need you—” your mouth falls open when he attaches his lips to your clit, sucking harshly. “Mmm well I can be your inspiration baby. You just pretend I’m that Poe Dameron fellow.” He hums against you, and you can feel his stupid smirk against your pussy. His tongue is lapping you up, swirling and sucking on your clit like you’re his last meal. He switches from fast licks, to slow filthy ones that have you yanking his hair and demanding more. This smug bastard is spelling his fucking name against your soaked pussy because he is absolutely marking what is his. Dieter Bravo is a whore for eating your pussy, and he isn’t ashamed to admit it.
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Jack Whiskey Daniels
↳ @loquaciousferret
Agent Whiskey doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth. He prefers something heavy, smokey, fiery. But when it comes to you… Well, that’s different see, because you are the sweet thing he needs a taste of at the end of every long, hard day.
He’ll return home from work, (having been doing god knows what all day), and he’ll find you perched somewhere in the house, sometimes the sofa, sometimes the bed, sometimes on a barstool at the kitchen island. He would seek you out like a missile locked on a target.
He would kiss you first, licking your strawberry lip balm from your lips. When he made his way down, slowly, sucking gently at your neck, he tasted coconut. When he sank to his knees before you, and nestled his head between your thighs, the taste was still sweet as could be, something indescribable and incomparable, something uniquely you. You giggled as he dived in, trying to indulge further, but the wide brim of his hat obstructed his access to you.
He smirked, quickly removing it and reaching up to place it on your head.
“You take care of that, sugar, and let me take care of you.”
He would eat your pussy until you were having to push him away, legs shaking, overstimulated from having come apart on his tongue numerous times. He would barely give you a reprieve until he wanted to start again, pleading with you softly, “Come on sweet girl, I know you got one more for me.”
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romihearts · 5 months
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bf headcannons ! ┊second years , first years
synopsis. how they would be as your bf!
content. gn reader, intended lowercase, swearing
her notes. 3rd year ver might get delayed wrhshshshaah
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RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS * ˚ ✦
strict yet caring !
love is quite a foreign concept to him, but he'll try his best to make you feel special <33
tea party dates are a must! its more commonly held inbetween the maze, where it's secluded and leaves the two of you alone
will always help you with academics, while you, in return, help him with de stressing !!
just seeing you makes riddle melt, but if he sees you in heartslabyul uniforms he'd feel as if he fell inlove all over again
love language? words of affirmation, he'll write essays or poems just to describe the absolute masterpiece of you
RUGGIE BUCCHI * ˚ ✦
would seriously give you the world!
even the small things matter, like him giving you his donut if he found out you haven't eaten yet.
its quite uncommon but he'd make you small flower crowns :3 he thinks you look so much better with them
would definitely be willing to escape leona's orders just to be with you!
love language? definitely an acts of service or quality time typa guy. he'd wipe any crumbs of food near your mouth unexpectedly and laught about how cute you are.
AZUL ASHENGROTTO * ˚ ✦
orders jade and floyd around to find you around campus when you aren't with him fr
when he's showing his #corporateceoboss side, he'll definitely wrap his hand around you waist and act cool but behind closed door he'd be very clingy!
asking not to go with a very very sweet smile. then immediately offering anything you want from the lounge just to stay, which you eventually do.
he'd love spoiling you, saying that you'd look spectacular in this or that, but in the end it doesn't matter to azul because you'll always be perfect for him in anyway !!
his love language? gift giving !! he'd give you so much that sometimes you don't know where to put anymore of his gifts because you have so much
FLOYD LEECH * ˚ ✦
he'd bite
or sometimes back hug you a bit too hard
but he definitely bites you randomly :3
but that doesn't take away from the fact he really loves you dearly <3 he'd geniunely do anything to protect you
he definitely shows that you're his favourite person, always showering you with love and flirting with you.
his love language? physical touch !! he loves squeezing hugging you, he can never get enough of you !!
JADE LEECH * ˚ ✦
definitely super courteous with you, a literal gentleman!
he'd fix astray strands of your hair, or crumpled parts of your uniform then tell you how nice you look.
unlike his brother, i find him to prefer leaving kisses on your hand or forehead.
oh he'd definitely gift you flowers too !! especially with a note saying that you're as perfect as said flowers
overall total gentleman, yet there are times where he gets a bit threatening to others, but he somehow keeps his composure ?? you truly question him on that.
his love language? words of affirmation, he'll always love to compliment you and make comments wondering how he even got you.
KALIM AL-ASIM * ˚ ✦
everyday with him is definitely very chaotic, from carpet rides or random adventures, campus life is definitely not dull.
he'd for sure spoil you with whatever you want! if he notices you looking a bit too long at a specific item, guaranteed that he'll get it for you almost immediately
like azul, he also loves giving you gifts, like big plushy bears for example. he'd get you one and say that it's as soft as you
he may be oblivious sometimes when you try some pick up lines on him yet whenever he does get some, it will never leave his mind. like you ?!?! thinking of that about him ?!?!
his love language? gift giving. self explanatory, he'll always give you anything in the world!
JAMIL VIPER * ˚ ✦
he'd be quite distant when you two first meet, buuttt after enough pushing from kalim he'll talk to you
but prior to that he definitely had a crush on you, pining for you yet he hasn't really gotten close to you yet hence, he had kalim to push him to talk to you
he'd be a very caring boyfriend, after looking over kalim for almost his entire life he's pretty used to it !
he would love cooking you meals, and would definitely supervision you when you're sick. like, constantly checking your temperature, telling you to just rest, etc.
his love language? acta of service, he'll always be there to help you when you need him !!
SILVER * ˚ ✦
cuddles with him are common! especially when both of you are sleepy and drift off to dreams in each others arms.
definitely very soft and understanding with you
he'd take you to secluded and tranquil places around the forests where both of you can talk about anything while slowly getting sleepy.
he'd take you to the equestrian club aswell and help you ride the horses
if you do learn and know how, he'd have some small competitions with you !!
his love language? qualiy time, just being with you already calms him down and brings him to peace <3
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Soft Launch
luke hughes x actress!reader
note: please don't look up the date of kick a ginger day cause it does not line up but please let me have this
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july 9
max1989: you even have the twilight filter over both this is level impossible
jenna_: wtf is ethan edwards doing in y/n's comments??
SueMe_13: more importantly why are him and y/n so buddy-buddy
e.edwards.stan: isn't she dating luke?
zebra_zegras_11: WHAT?! 😲
julien.bakers_wife: i ain't never seen two pretty best friends cause i see three
naileadevora: we look so hot 😍😍
y/n liked this comment
edwards.73: what does the redhead have on her face?
y/n_l/n: ..a face mask?
edwards.73: no i know that i was talking about the other redhead
y/n_l/n: your just sour i rejected you cause i have a bf
enchanted.by.y/n: YOU HAVE A WHAT???
edwards.73: idk what you see in that kid
danelle1989: possible her and jack are dating? like are we sure it's luke
steph_43: that's what i'm saying because she's like the same age as jack
all_too.unwell: jack in the likes and ethan in the comments her and luke are not being very subtle
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y/n_l/n: photo dump.. also taking new friend applications because all my 'friends'' kicked me today #keepinggingerssafe
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september 6
pheobe.86: he got her flowers 💕
emma.loves.y/n: the bar is on the floor
drysdalelove_: i still think she's dating jack 🤷‍♀️
conner_mcdavid_fan: can't believe luke picked out those gorgeous flowers
matilda_styles: someone cooked there
_inlovewith.caufield: someone = y/n
alex.turtle: looking like a date..
tswift_1213: your kinda right
marauders.fans: it could just be a friend like Sabrina or Billie or Dove
brina.and.y/n_fan: she would have tagged them if it was a friend
snow.lands.on.top_ofME: how do i apply?
billiebosanova: don't know who would want to date her
your-so-gorgeous: those flowers are y/n if she were flowers
jackhughes: i wonder who bought those flowers..👀
burrows_darling: he love causing a little chaos
bedard_lover: proof she's dating jack not luke!
hannah.montana_stan: quick y/n look out! there's a man in that car!
cold_as_youuu: chaotic y/n photo dumps are my favourite!
lacy_: luke liked!!
im_a_mirrorball: who?
lacy_: 💀
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y/n_l/n: when i get my paris by taylor swift moment>>>
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september 25
the.c0ck.22: more flowers, where do i find a man like this
loving_lhughes: that is just so obviously jack to me
nico.13.wife: its okay to be wrong 😊
laurieandamy: that cuddle position>>
kaylor.ships.13: she's so overhyped
y/n.dani_: his hands holding her thighs like that 🥵
gerwig_film_fan: that dress is so pretty
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y/n_l/n: the rumours are terrible and cruel, but honey must of them are true... so this is my man, ya'll been wondering thought i should show him off and show off how much i love him
also have to address this. am i okay?? i went to a football game and a hockey game this week, someone please check on me.
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october 7
y/n.alltoowell: girl you don't have to hide his face you tagged him
carmen_lana: y/n is getting too unhinged with that last pic
trevorzegras: still don't know how you pulled this off lukey
jackhughes: it is a fucking mystery
y/n_l/n: have you seen him?
jackhughes: thats gross
hughes_love: she's so absolutely real for that
inlovewith.hughesbrothers: luke keep it pg!
loverofdogs: no clue what luke sees in her, he could do so much better
trevorzegras: could you introduce me to taylor now?
colecaufield: me too!!
_quinnhughes: so happy for you and lukey i mean he's been in love with you since he was 15
lhughes_06: dude shut up
y/n_l/n: thank you for being the only one to actually say their happy for us!!
jackhughes: you know im happy for you both i just still can't believe it
wes.and.libby: they are so hot in the last pic 😍
jackhughes: lukey! watch those hands
edwards.73: still don't know what you see in this kid
dylanduke25: it's insane he pulled her
y/n_l/n: let me say this again have you seen him?
lhughes_06: thanks gorgeous
jackhughes: 🤮
potter.wife: i don't know who i want to be more
nai_my_girl: no i know i want to be luke
wonderland_stan: his hand placement 🥵 everyday i fall more in love with this man
lhughes_06: you're so gorgeous
y/n_l/n: you're perfect 😭
never.a.god: y/n and taylor in their wag era
ethan.e.wife: luke hughes, king of manifestation
lhughes_06: i love you too
y/n_l/n: i love you more
lhughes_06: i love you most
y/n_l/n: 💗💗💗
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air hostess || myg || +18
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☾ summary: you work as a flight attendant when on a flight, you meet a man named august and you can't take your eyes off him
☾ w.c: 4,8k
☾ pairing: idol!yoongi x fem!airhostess!reader  
☾ rating: 18+ minors do not interact.
☾ genre: strangers to lovers, smut, casual sex
☾ warnings: oral sex (m&f), hand job, doggy style, cowgirl, protected sex, casual sex, clit playing, pet names
☾ author's note: keep in mind that this is all fiction and there's no connection to reality here. english is not my first language so im sorry in advance for any grammar and spelling mistakes.
When you made the decision to pursue a career as an air hostess, it was a difficult moment for your father, who had always hoped you would become a doctor. However, your passion for travel and airplanes was undeniable. Your uncle, who was a pilot, played a significant role in nurturing your dream. You still remember the time when he allowed you into the cockpit when you were younger, sparking your ambition to become a pilot from the age of 6. The sensation of being aboard an aircraft is truly unique, and you recognize that not everyone shares this passion, but that's perfectly fine with you. It makes you feel like a superhero whenever you're soaring through the skies.
Over the years, your career has enabled you to learn numerous languages, explore countless destinations, and connect with people from all over the world. You now understand the value you bring to the airline company, and you take pride in the remarkable journey you've embarked.
Although you had never visited Korea before, your brief two-day stay proved to be a truly wonderful experience. You found the country to be incredibly enjoyable and distinctly unique. However, you couldn't help but wish for more time to immerse yourself in its culture and surroundings. During your short stay, you couldn't deny feeling somewhat out of place due to Korea's strong connection to technology and social media. Given your limited opportunities to engage with these aspects of modern life, you couldn't help but feel a bit disconnected.
As you make your way towards the terminal to catch your flight to Japan, you can't help but notice how stunning you look that evening. Your commitment to always having your hair and nails impeccably done, makeup flawless, and your black uniform perfectly tailored never wavers. There's an inexplicable sense of empowerment coursing through you.
The walk through the airplane is a bit chaotic, but not noticing anything unusual. Then, your boss calls you by your name. She looks impeccable, and all the other flight attendants are present.
"Hey, Y/N," she addresses you. "We need to discuss something before we take off."
The entire crew has gathered, and this meeting isn't entirely unexpected, especially for a flight that's considered more exclusive due to its smaller size and higher ticket prices.
"So, today we have an exceptional situation," your boss explains. "A private flight had an engine complication, and they had to transfer the passengers to our flight. But here's the catch—they happen to be a super famous boy group from Korea. We need to provide our absolute best service and be extremely discreet."
You exchange quick glances with your fellow flight attendants, realizing that this flight has just taken an unexpected turn.
"This is a unique opportunity for us to shine and make their experience exceptional. We've been briefed on the importance of discretion, so I trust that each of you will handle this situation with utmost professionalism."
As the crew nods in agreement, your boss outlines the plan for the flight.
"We've prepared special amenities and meals to cater to their preferences. We'll ensure their privacy and make sure they feel comfortable throughout the journey. Remember, they're used to the spotlight, so we need to respect their need for some peace and quiet."
With the briefing concluded, the crew disperses to their respective duties, all with a shared determination to provide top-notch service to the famous passengers and everybody a board. You take your position in the cabin, ready to assist and attend to their needs discreetly, just as you've been trained to do for all passengers.
You were just moments away from introducing the flight and providing passengers with essential instructions when Morgan, your boss, urgently summoned you, shifting your responsibilities to Marcos, your colleague. It was clear that something needed immediate attention, and duty called. As you rushed to help Morgan resolve a problem with a special meal request, the minutes seemed to stretch into an eternity.
Once the matter was finally resolved, you hurried back to your designated position, just in time for the plane's descent to its destination.
Now, it was your moment to shine as you prepared to offer the passengers their first snack and drinks of the flight. You had meticulously memorized the seating arrangements for the famous boy group and their crew, ensuring that their preferences were met seamlessly. With a genuine smile, you approached their seats and served each of them a glass of champagne. To your surprise, they were incredibly polite and down-to-earth, breaking any preconceived notions you might have had about celebrities.
You settled back into your seat, reassured by how fine everything was going. But just when you thought the flight was running perfectly, you were suddenly distracted by a faint, insistent noise – "Psssss..." You scanned the cabin, trying to point the source of the sound. Your eyes landed on the last seat in the plane, right next to yours. It was occupied by a man in a black shirt, wearing a mask and oversized jeans. He was trying to get your attention.
"Hey!" he called out as soon as he noticed you looking his way.
You turned towards him with a friendly smile. "Oh, hi," you greeted him. "Is there something I can help you with, Sir?"
He took a moment to peruse the drink menu before asking, "What's the best drink aboard?"
You couldn't see his entire face due to the mask, but you had a feeling he might be quite handsome, possibly Korean based on his accent.
"Well, that depends on your taste. What kind of drink do you prefer?"
The mysterious passenger leaned back in his seat, his eyes still focused on the drink menu.
"I'm open to recommendations," he admitted, his tone suggesting a sense of adventure. "Surprise me."
You couldn't help but be intrigued by his willingness to try something new. It was passengers like him who made your job all the more interesting.
"Well, in that case," you began, "I'd recommend trying our 'Sky Dreamer.' It's a signature cocktail we offer on this flight, and it's become quite popular. It's a refreshing blend of ingredients with a hint of citrus and vodka. Would you like to give it a try?"
He considered your suggestion for a moment before nodding with a small, masked smile. "Sky Dreamer it is, then. Surprise me with one."
You quickly made your way to the beverage cart, expertly crafting the special cocktail.
"By the way," you said, "are you visiting Japan or is this just a stop on your journey?"
His eyes sparkled with a hint of intrigue as he replied, "Actually, I'm on business, but I hope to find some time for exploration."
You smiled warmly, appreciating the brief but pleasant exchange. "I hope you find it too."
As you started to make your way back to your seat, the man's curiosity persisted.
"What's your name?" he inquired.
With a friendly demeanor, you replied, "I'm Y/N, sir," and you pointed to the small name badge on your uniform for reference.
The man repeated your name, savoring it for a moment. "Y/N... I like it," he said with a hint of admiration.
"Thank you," you responded with genuine appreciation, and with that, you returned to your seat, leaving the passenger to enjoy his Sky Dreamer.
You had just finished to assist a group of children in one of the front seats when the man who had enjoyed the Sky Dreamer cocktail called you over again.
"I'm sorry for my curiosity," he began, gesturing toward the group of passengers. "But do you know who they are?"
You glanced over at the famous boy group, then turned back to him with a polite smile. "Oh, they're a K-pop band," you replied, keeping your response deliberately vague.
The man's curiosity continued, and he pressed for more information. "Which one?" he inquired.
You chuckled lightly, both to maintain their privacy and to acknowledge your limited knowledge. "I don't know, sir," you admitted. "I haven't had much time to explore the world of K-pop."
The man nodded, seemingly satisfied with your response. "Ah, I see. Well, they seem nice."
You couldn't help but share in his observation. "Yes, they do," you agreed with a smile before returning to your duties.
As you continued attending to other passengers, you couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity about the man who had enjoyed the Sky Dreamer cocktail. Moments later, as the flight settled into a comfortable rhythm, you noticed him removing his mask, revealing a striking and handsome face that instantly captured your attention.
He glanced your way, catching your gaze, and offered a charming smile. "Much better without the mask, don't you think?"
You couldn't help but return the flirtatious banter with a playful grin. "Absolutely," you replied, "but I have to say, you looked mysterious with it on."
He leaned in a bit closer, his voice taking on a more intimate tone. "Mystery can be intriguing, but sometimes it's nice to be upfront."
You chuckled softly, enjoying the lighthearted exchange. "Well, I appreciate honesty," you remarked, "and I'm here to make your flight as pleasant as possible."
His eyes held yours, and he replied with a touch of sincerity, "I have no doubt about that. By the way, my name's August."
"August," you repeated with a subtle hint of intrigue.
He chuckled, clearly enjoying. "I think I'm starting to like this flight more and more."
Before you knew it, the conversation had flowed effortlessly, and you felt a genuine connection with him. As the plane began its descent toward its destination, he leaned in closer, his voice softer and more intimate.
"Would you mind if I asked for your number? I'd love to continue this conversation when we land."
You hesitated for a moment, torn between your professional responsibilities and the undeniable attraction. Finally, you decided to share your number with him, writing it down on a piece of paper.
"Just promise not to distract me too much," you teased, passing the paper to him.
He took the number with a knowing smile. "I'll do my best to be a gentleman."
Despite your best efforts to maintain professionalism, you found it increasingly challenging to ignore the magnetic attraction between you and August.
As August emerged from the restroom, you accidentally stepped into his path. Your eyes locked onto his glossy lips, his flawless skin, and the chiseled contour of his jaw. He stood tall, leaving your mouth dry.
"I'm sorry," you stammered, feeling a rush of heat to your cheeks as you stepped aside to let him pass.
August's response was a warm smile, one that revealed he was well aware of the effect he had on you. His eyes remained locked onto yours, and he spoke in a soft, melodic voice, "There's nothing to be sorry about."
The moment lingered as he returned to his seat, and you couldn't help but feel your heart race. The chemistry between you and August had become undeniable. As the plane's landing preparations continued, you couldn't help but sneak glances at August.
As the plane touched down and began taxiing to the gate, you sprang into action, preparing for the orderly disembarkation of the passengers. With a polite smile, you greeted each passenger as they made their way out of the aircraft, your eyes lingering a bit longer on August as he crossed your path. You couldn't help but hope that he might call out to you.
After a long but fulfilling flight, you and your crew finally arrived at your hotel in Japan, ready to rest and unwind before the next leg of your journey.  However, as you approached the lobby, you couldn't help but notice a man dressed in black who seemed to be waiting for you guys. His presence was both intriguing and unexpected.
"I'm searching for Y/N"
"I'm Y/N," you replied, slightly puzzled. "Can I help you with something?"
The man nodded and introduced himself.
 "I'm here on behalf of a VIP client. They've requested your presence for a special arrangement to your next flight."
Your brow furrowed in surprise, not entirely sure what to expect.
 "A special arrangement?"
"Yes, it seems they were quite impressed with your service on the previous flight. They'd like you to join them on their private flight to China. It's quite the honor, I must say."
Your heart raced as you processed the incredible opportunity that had presented itself. You exchanged a glance with your crew, who seemed as astonished as you were.
"But, Miss Y/N, you need to come with me now."
Right now? Wait... The offer had come out of nowhere, and your mind couldn't help but wander to the darker possibilities, like human trafficking or something sinister. You couldn't let excitement blind you to potential risks. After all, safety and security were paramount.
"I don't know," you began, your voice reflecting your hesitance.
But before you could voice your concerns further, the man in black interjected, "The request comes from August."
Ok. It added a layer of credibility and intrigue to the situation that was hard to resist. With a newfound sense of trust, you decided to follow the man in black. You decided to send your location to three of your friends and promise them to keep it updated. Just in case. A sleek black limousine that would take you to the VIP client's destination.
The limousine pulled up to a grand and opulent hotel, its towering presence radiating luxury. The man in black led you through the lavish lobby to a private elevator that whisked you to the upper floors. As the elevator ascended, you couldn't help but feel a growing sense of anticipation.
"By the way," he began, "August's real name is Min Yoongi, but most people know him as Suga. He's a member of BTS."
Your eyes widened in astonishment. BTS, the group on the plane, of course. But why August or Yoongi or Suga, you don't know, weren't at his sits? You knew where he supposed to sit and it wasn't on the last sit of the plane.
"Min Yoongi, or Suga?" you repeated, trying to process the information.
The man nodded. "Yes, he's quite well-known, and he was impressed by your service. He requested your presence."
With that revelation settling in, you couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead as the elevator doors opened, revealing the corridor leading to Min Yoongi's room.
As the man handed you the card to Min Yoongi's room, you took it and watched as he made his exit, leaving you alone in front of the door. You couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and anticipation as you prepared to enter the room of the famous BTS member.
Upon entering the room, you were greeted by a smiling Yoongi, who appeared more relaxed in his casual attire.
"So, BTS?" you inquired, curiosity in your voice.
He nodded, his smile never wavering. "Yeah, that's right. I apologize for not mentioning it earlier."
"But why aren't you sitting with the rest of the group? The seats were assigned for you."
"My seatbelt wasn't working properly, and your friend Marcos insisted I sit there. It turned out to be a fortunate turn of events because I had the chance to meet you."
His words were accompanied by a subtle step closer, and the connection between you felt palpable.
"Oh, I understand. You'd like me to assist you on your next flight?"
Yoongi's voice dropped to a low, intimate tone as he leaned in closer, his desire evident in his words. "Yeah, but I want to kiss you so much more right now."
You nodded, your eyes fluttering closed as his body drew near. The anticipation hung in the air and when his lips finally met yours, your legs threatened to give way beneath you. You both knew the implications of being in his hotel room, and you were not naive.
The kiss began gently, a subtle exploration of each other's lips, but as your bodies pressed closer together, the intensity between you skyrocketed. Yoongi's hands traced the contours of your body, his touch igniting a fire within you. His tongue with yours, and your body responded eagerly to his every caress, as if it belonged to him and him alone.
Yoongi paused, his lips parting as he looked into your eyes. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "Do you want to rest? Take a shower? I know it wasn't a very long flight, but you must be tired."
You considered his offer, recalling that your baggage was still in the room, and a shower did sound refreshing.
 "A shower would be nice," you replied with a grateful smile. "And you? Do you need to rest or have some other celebrity obligations?"
He chuckled, his nose brushing against your cheeks and ears as he whispered teasingly, "Just some boring idol stuff in three hours, but we can have fun in the meantime."
Yoongi's lips left a warm kiss on your neck, a kiss. You felt your senses heighten in response to his touch.
Reluctantly, you stepped away, your voice tinged with a hint of anticipation. "Alright, I'm going to take a shower."
"I'll be waiting," his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity.
You felt amazing after taking a shower, you were sure that the bathroom cost more than your house. Your skin was now smelling so good and you could feel your whole body react with anticipation of what was to come. Dressing in just a robe, you walked to the bedroom again. Yoongi was sitting in one of the armchairs, watching television, which went completely out of focus as soon as he saw you.
“Wow,” he exclaimed, looking you up and down as your cheeks flushed.
“Well, we only have a few hours until your idol thing, right?” you sent, and he cried out, moving closer to you and sealing your lips tightly.
Your hand slid to the back of his neck while the other explored all the exposed skin on his arm. Yoongi pressed his fingers into the fabric of the robe, over your hips as he pulled it until him. Forcing you against him and with your bodies so close, you sigh in approval. His lips moved against yours and his warm tongue flicked against yours as you scratched the skin on the back of his neck.
Yoongi's agile hands trailed a path to your ass, making you moan softly and then following their path to the back of your thigh, touching your skin and making you shiver. You moaned in approval, making him do the same.
“You’re so soft," he said, between sighs and kisses. “I’ve wanted to do this ever since I saw you walking through the terminal in that uniform.”
His words weighed heavily and you could have sworn your pussy was dripping wet at that moment.
You push his hands away, opening your robe and letting it slide down your body. You were at a disadvantage and you knew it, but your body was asking for his and you probably wouldn't have any other opportunity like this. You need to enjoy every second. He smiled mischievously, moving your bodies apart and looking you up and down.
“Fuck, so fucking hot," he said in a low tone. You smile and bite your bottom lip.
“The way you imagined?” you tease, trying to inhibit any trace of shyness that might arise.
"Better," he responds and your smile widens in approval.
You place your index finger on the elastic of his pants, pulling it down a little while keeping your mouth close to his.
“Mind if I get rid of this?” the question is rhetorical and he doesn't even bother to answer you, of course.
With your mouths so close, you can feel Yoongi's breath and yours mixing. Before you can fully remove his pants, you slip your hand into his boxers, grabbing his cock with precision. He moans and you smile, closing your hand into a fist and starting to masturbate him at a slow pace. He moans again, his eyes locked on yours as your hand works his entire length.
“Does it feel good, August?” you say in a serious tone. “I mean, Yoongi...”
“Very… so fucking good, Y/N,” he says with difficulty, which makes you intensify your movements and feel his dick throbbing in the palm of your hand.
Impatient, he starts to take off his shirt and you press your fingers even harder on his dick, biting and playing with his bottom lip as Yoongi's moans echo through the room. When you finish, you slide your hand a little further, until you grab his balls and with an even more sly moan, Yoongi closes his eyes.
After the teasing, you decide it's time to take off his boxers, causing his dick to pop out, revealing itself to be even bigger than it was while you were only touching it. The head of his cock showed his apparent pre-cum, making you satisfied.
“Please...” he says.
"Please what?" you speak in a false tone of doubt.
"Blow me," Yoongi looks at your mouth and then slides his tongue along your bottom lip. You smile, giving him one last kiss on the mouth as you slowly lower yourself to your knees in front of him.
Again, with one hand, you hold his dick, sticking your tongue out and slowly licking the tip of his dick, enjoying the salty pre-cum. You smile as he closes his eyes and keeps his lips parted to moan loudly. You start by slowly sucking his cockhead, moving your tongue until you begin to swallow its entire length, gradually making it all in your mouth.
You move your head, making him reach deeper and deeper into your throat. Yoongi puts his hands in the strands of your hair, holding tightly until he starts to force your head against his dick, making you swallow him even deeper and your gag reflexes appear as he smiles mischievously, seeing your eyes fill with tears while he puts it in your mouth.
“God, your mouth feels so good. You’re such a slut.”
As you suck his dick, you rest your hands on his thighs and keep your eyes fixed on his, pressing your cheeks to the length of his cock. After a while of moving his hips against your face, he lets go of your hair. You give one last suck before separating your mouth from his dick, leaving a trail of drool in your wake.
“Yoongi...” you say, slyly.
“Y/N...” he repeats in the same tone. “I need to fuck you now.”
Without any further delay, you walked towards the huge bed with white sheets that was in the middle of the room. You brush your hair off your back as you lean on your elbows and knees, arching your back and sticking your butt out.
You try to look at Yoongi over your shoulder, realizing he’s just admiring the view for a few seconds before moving closer.
 “Fuck,” he mutters, splaying both hands on either side of your ass, placing a kiss on your cheeks. You moan in approval, as Yoongi kisses your back and your thighs, running his warm tongue under your skin, completely goosebumps from Yoongi's touches.
You wanted to be able to reach his black hair and make his mouth touch your pussy right away. Could he see that you were totally wet because of him?
“I want to taste you,” he seemed to read your mind as his tongue ran firmly along your inner thigh.
As soon as his mouth reached your pussy, you moaned, arched your back and rolled against his lips. With firm hands, Yoongi held your hips, forcing his face against your cunt. His tongue slides along the entire length of your pussy, from your clit to your entrance, sucking the folders of your pussy with dedication and making you moan loudly.
You roll around as his tongue makes circular movements on your sensitive spot, and he holds your hips tightly, trying to keep you still, but it was a difficult task considering how precise his movements were.
"Your mouth is so nice and warm" you moan, squeezing the sheets between your fingers while you can't contain your sly moans and Yoongi invests his lips even more against your clit, sucking and releasing it to tease you.
"If you keep this up, I swear I'm going to cum." you say breathlessly, as Yoongi's hot and skillful tongue descends to your entrance, playing there.
As soon as he finished, leaving your legs wobbly, you looked at him over your shoulder and could see his mouth all wet with your juice. You smile contently as you sit on the bed, and he walks over to you and kisses you. You can taste yourself in his mouth as he lays you down and climbs on top of you.
Your bare torso pressing against his and your legs around Yoongi's hips. With both hands, firm, he holds your thighs, squeezing tightly and fitting his dick in the middle of your pussy. You didn't even notice, but he had put on a condom.
While his hips brushed against yours, Yoongi's lips kissed you intensely and dedicatedly, between moans and whispers. He let go of one of your thighs and held his cock just so it fit at your entrance. You roll your eyes and your mouths move apart. He forces his hips against yours, finally penetrating you while his eyes never leave yours. You moan and he sighs, forcing his hips against yours more and more, going deeper and making you wrapped around him.
You can feel his cock stretching you and your walls squeezing him with desire, as he hits you deep and rhythmically.
"You're so tight." he looks at you with desire, his lips pressed together as your fingers grip his hair.
Yoongi's hips bump against yours and your legs open wider, giving him even more place to move. You run your tongue over Yoongi's shoulder, biting his skin and moaning when you feel him thrusting into you, faster and faster. He moves his hips in circles, and the angle he achieves causes your G-spot to be deliciously stimulated.
“Fuck, you're so fucking good.” you whimper, slyly and roll against his dick.
He laughs mischievously and continues moving more and more precisely. In a sudden movement, he pulls out of you, sitting next to you and patting your thigh twice, in a silent request for you to climb onto his lap.
Without delay, you obey. You place each of your legs on one side of his hips, hold his dick at the base, brushing it against your pussy, making him start to moan in anticipation. Without any conditions to provoke, you fit it back into your pussy and, moving slowly, lower your hips.
As soon as you feel the entire length of his dick inside your pussy, you start to roll, clenching around him and moving your hips and ass in a circle.
Yoongi's balls rub against your ass as you begin to ride his dick, slamming your ass against her thighs. He holds your hips, helping you move. Your breasts bounced up and down with the movements you made. Yoongi closing his eyes as his dick thrumming inside you. With one hand, he starts rubbing your clit and you use the touch as an incentive to ride him even more intensely.
From the way Yoongi's cock continually pulsed inside you, it was clear that he was close to cumming. You contracted even more around him, increasing the friction even more and you knew you were close too. The moans and sounds of your bodies colliding filled the room and Yoongi's thighs quivering beneath you as he began to cum. The sound he made as he reached orgasm was divine and you looked at him satisfied, as you continued fucking yourself on his cock and his fingers working on your clit without stopping.
 Soon after, you came, squeezing him with the walls of your cunt and grinding your hips against his back and forth. Breathing hard and quickly, the two looked at each other, sweating and satisfied. He kissed you one last time, holding your back and pressing his body against yours.
“I wish I could take you home with me,” he whispered as you wrapped your arms around him, still sitting on his lap with his dick inside you.
 "I wish I could go home with you, August."
“It was so nice to meet you,” he says, kissing your shoulders.
"I know, it was amazing."
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