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baeshijima · 1 year

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— one more time

jing yuan has always considered himself to be a patient man, never failing to have a plan in mind and out of sight for unforeseeable circumstances. when it comes to matters involving you, however, he finds that he never has the time to think; not when he acts quicker than he can process.

CONTAINS : gn!reader, 1k wc, fluff, kissing, very much pining jing yuan

A/N : holds this man gently as i stare at him doing his idles with big wide eyes and tears rolling down my cheeks (also yes this is me using the "idk how to kiss" "then i will teach u" trope as an excuse to write a kissing jing yuan fic bc i am delusional and proud🐥)

when jing yuan was reciting his usual pep-talk as he made his way to your decided meet-up spot (which included, but was not limited to: stay calm, cool, and composed— the triple-c, if you will — and don't make a fool of yourself, jing yuan), he figured the cosy picnic (date) arrangement would go smoothly and without a hitch. you would be there bathed in the artificial sunlight, fingers threading through blades of grass and then you would turn at the rhythm of his footsteps, that signature grin of yours on full display as he would attempt to calm his thunderous heart from spilling saccharine confessions accumulated over the last few centuries.

like always.

but very much unlike now, it seems.

in place of the predicted events he'd conjured up beforehand, the words “i don't know how to kiss” welcome him instead. (he just barely catches himself before the picnic basket in his grip goes tumbling across the grass.)

“...what?”

“right?” you huff, seated on the grass with your arms supporting your weight while bathed in the artificial sunlight of the luofu. “i've lived for this long, and yet i have never kissed anyone! wait, or maybe it's because no one wants to kiss me... am i that unkissable?”

“no!” is the immediate rebuttal which springs forth to the tip of his tongue, but he just barely catches himself. he's planned thousands, probably millions, of ways in which he could confess to you, but the timing has never been quite right. that, or the times where he was about to confess were interrupted; sometimes by some last minute calls, other times where he just misses the timing, but usually by yanqing unceremoniously barging in between you.

this time isn't any different either, because it is simply not quite right. there's something — something imperceptible yet obvious in the back of his mind, giving him the go-ahead on the perfect time to bleed nothing but the pure, unadulterated adoration you've inflicted upon him.

this time isn't any different either, but his mind goes blank, a clarity he has never felt before driving his senses.

“i'll teach you.”

it's a sudden offer, one he doesn't really know where he got the confidence to offer it from, and yet something about your stunned expression and his unusually calm heart seems... right.

“...you know how to kiss?”

“i know more than you do,” he counters. a triumphant grin tugs the corners of his lips when your mouth instantly clams shut at his words.

he waits for your response with baited breath. will you agree? will you refuse his, painfully obvious, advance? oh god what should he do if you say no? play it off as a joke? tease you for considering it? walk away in shame and cry about it—?

“alright then,” you say, and he blinks once, twice. “it's not like i have anything to lose.”

...is this a dream?

apparently not, as he now finds himself seated in front of you with the artificial sunlight doing little to help fend off the heat blooming along his skin. your eyes are closed with your body leaning towards him in baited anticipation, but his gaze hones in on the clench-unclench of your fists and your stiff posture.

unable to contain himself, he chuckles, “someone's a little tense.”

“ugh, cut me some slack! you're my first, so of course i'm nervous.”

your first. he's your first. yours. he's yours.

it's almost like a mantra the way he repeats your words (as well as varying renditions of them), one which does little to keep his waning self-restraint intact.

with a sharp inhale, he cradles your chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting your head slightly to align better with his. if this were him any other day, he would have merely brushed this moment off as another one of his fantasies; an untouchable perception of what he wishes could be his.

this is not any other day, however, as jing yuan is hyper-aware of your light breaths fanning against his lips, the faint brush of his nose against yours, and your familiar scent which curls into him.

you, you, you. you are all he feels, all he can think of, even more so when he finally pushes forward into your awaiting silence and slots his lips against yours. it's a perfect fit, he thinks in what little room he allows for thought when preoccupied with your overflowing warmth and the taste of you on his tongue and the sheer euphoria which bubbles up when you hold onto him in response to his hands sliding up to cup your cheeks and holding you close.

he wonders if you can feel his centuries' worth of repressed affection from this exchange — if you can feel the desperation coursing through his veins as he leans into your touch. he already knows it's impossible though, for his love runs far too deep to be conveyed in just one singular moment.

“did you get that?” there's an ache in his heart when you part for air, but it's quickly forgotten when you blindly chase after him.

“one more time,” you whisper against his lips, his heart surging up his throat at your half-dazed eyes and tightening grip on his clothes. “i think you need to show me one more time.”

his waning self-restraint snaps.

“look at me,” he whispers back, voice hoarse with pent-up desire. his hands tilt your head up, guiding your gaze to align with his once more. before you can let a word slip through it's smothered, his lips crashing onto yours in an instant as he finds himself more determined than ever to leave you breathless with his adoration and have you focus solely on him.

if you enjoyed this, then reblogs with/or comments are greatly appreciated !! <33

#honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #jing yuan x reader #jingyuan x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr x you #jing yuan x you #jingyuan x you #honkai star rail imagines #hsr imagines

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elsfairy · 7 months

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ur actually so real for that bc abby deserves to be pampered and loved so much it hurts. like imagine doing her hair for her or telling her she's so pretty. that little blurb u wrote reminded me of the clip where she says 'i wished someone loved me enough to make me a stocking'☹️☹️. like abby baby i love you enough i'll make u a million stockings istg.

please, as much as I write smut about her, half the time I’ll just be sitting at my desk thinking about how it would feel to just take care of her. helping her prep meals when she can’t, running baths for her when she’s too tired to even function, brushing & braiding her hair for her. baby needs to rest and put her feet up. lemme take care of everything for you, you know? also that clip of her in the game, with the stocking? I always cry at that :( girl seriously deserves so much love & to be cherished. just seeing those puppy dog eyes when she says it, has me grinding my teeth together BECAUSE HELLO? GIVE HER A GODDAMN STOCKING? give her everything she wants? help take her muddy clothes off after a long day, run that bath for her, wash her hair, and kiss her head. let her be the little spoon, and when she’s all relaxed, fully fed, and comfortable, run your fingers through her hair. whispering that you love her into her ear, just telling her how much you appreciate how much she does for you and to help you but now it’s your turn to take care of her.

calling her pretty :( i’d do anything to see her blush, goddamn. especially when she’s all sleepy in your arms, and her face just heats up when you mumble “you’re my pretty girl” and she’s lgjlkgjlskjgs :(( i need her.

In conclusion, i want to pamper the hell out of Abby Anderson, and give her all my love.

#ᥫ᭡ anon #i got real fuckin passionate #goddamn #but i stand by this #i want to take care of her #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you

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marycorcaroli · 7 months

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zoro and sanji with a reader who is insecure about her scars.

hurt/comfort, my fav boys.

req ♡ : hiii 🥹🩷 i don’t know if you do requests or are accepting them rn but i was wondering if u could write something for sanji and or zoro abt a reader with like scars from fighting or something and reader is insecure about them but they make reader feel better abt it 🥹 love ur blog ur stuff is soooo cute i love it i hope ur having a good day/night!!

mary ♡ : thank you for your request ! ! i enjoyed writing this so much that i even cried a little :( love your scars ! they are part of you and they make you individual 🫂💌 hope you enjoy it ! english is not my first language, i apologize for the mistakes.

rules ; masterlist.

sanji.

— he knows all about your scars and knows where you got them from. deep down, sanji wishes he could have prevented you from getting them and helped you when you needed his help and he wasn't there, and you could say he blames himself a little.

— he will notice how you look at them every time you look at them and your gaze grows dim, the sparkle in your eyes dims and your shoulders slump more and more with every exhale, you feel so bad about them and sanji is trying to help you, he will do everything in his power so that you can see the beauty in what you have.

— sanji will always be there for you when that moment comes again and you need support, he will be there for you, you don't have to worry, he will never leave you again.

— he wants you to tell him the burden you carry with you to this day, sanji will listen to you carefully, his eyes fixed on you.

"you know, sanji, they're horrible, aren't they? god, they're everywhere, i just can't live with myself because of it...i just h-" you hadn't finished your words before sanji's palms cupped your cheeks and brought them close to your face.

"let me stop you here kitten. please, i want you to know-" sanji's eyes became glassy like he was about to cry, unable to stand the way you hate yourself. "this, this and this — are you and your actions, the way you protected everyone and were brave, your heart is the strongest i've ever met, your soul is the kindest i've ever met. people appreciate you and love you, they know about your scars and they are grateful to you because you saved them and gave them a chance to live, so why don't you give yourself a chance? i'll help you, i'll be there for you, you know i'll never leave you."

— sanji has rarely ever been this sad, usually he doesn't show his emotions at all, but you make him feel so much. you made him a man with a pure soul again and gave him a chance at the love he wanted so badly and that's why he can't stand your sadness.

— he'll kiss every scar you have and say how beautiful they are.

"look, this one? oh, honey, it's so beautiful! i'll kiss it a million times, it makes you look so beautiful and even with it, you're the most beautiful person on this earth."

— he will never let you feel bad about it again, you will get the kindest words in your direction and the brightest smile from sanji, my god he will make you smile no matter what.

zoro.

— oh i think zoro is not good with his words, he is generally silent and not used to expressing his emotions, but the situation with you will not allow him to be silent. you are literally killing yourself around him and he can't do anything? his heart breaks into a thousand pieces when he sees your blank stare and all the pain in them.

— even if you say "it's okay, i'm fine" he will realize that nothing is okay, zoro knows you too well and knows the reason for your heavy sighs.

— he'll start by coming over to you and hugging you as tightly as he can and kissing your temple, trying to convey his warmth and support.

"zoro-"

— before you can say anything else, zoro's lips will join yours and give you the most tender kiss, conveying half of what he couldn't have said. pulling back to breathe a little, zoro will look deep into your eyes, where he always sees his past, present and future, and tell you what he wanted to say a long time ago.

"um, i'm not the best when i need to be, but you are very precious to me and i want you to know how much i love you. remember? you taught me to love myself and to love what i hate. i was alone, but then you came into my life and you saved me, you were the strongest, you came to me and you weren't afraid of anything, i've never met anyone like you before. you went to any lengths to get what you wanted and your scars are proof of that, because you became a leader for everyone, you led people and gave them protection, you were beaten, you fell a lot, but you always got up with your head held high and i love you for that-"

— zoro began to pant in his speech, afraid to say something too much or not to say something.

— he kisses your scars every day and runs his fingers over them, smiling at you with all his teeth so that you realize that your scars are the most beautiful and have a story behind them, you shouldn't be afraid of them or hate them.

— but also zoro will not let anyone else hurt you because of them. he will literally kill those people if they make you cry. yes you are strong but every strong man needs support and he will be yours by doing everything for you, he will go all over the earth and get you what you need if it makes you happy, he is not afraid of anything if it makes your day better.

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dommelody · 1 year

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cw:male!reader,18+,hawks in heat

enjoy ur stay ~ ♡

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have you ever imagined hawks being in heat ?♡ because i did aloot !

hawks while in heat will seek your touch every second of the day . he will try to push you on the bed and do it his way, since he can't control himself . he's too impatient and needy . he will start kissing you roughly as if he's trying to eat u alive♡ he won't give u the opportunity to breath the only way to break the kiss is when he needs air . hawks loves kissing and when i say kissing he loves kissing every inch of your body ♡.

he will start kissing your neck while touching your ears with his warm hand, then will go his way down to your chest . he will nibble ,kiss and suck on them as hard as he can while he is panting hardly he looks at you with those piercing eyes filled with need and lust .

but just wait ? u think u will just let him have his way with u ? not in a million years. because here starts the fun.

tie his hands behind his back with a necktie and start licking and sucking his nipples above his clothes getting them to harden thru the shirt look at him trying to untie the tie♡. moving left and right and with each movement his wet shirt passes shivers to his nipples, they start getting itchy seeking for more attention.

"y/n hngg- , please please please touch me! ill be a good boy i'll indure it so good so please ahhn-"

u interrupted him with a deep kiss making his eyes roll back from the intense makeout while kissing him u were squeezing his nipples and pulling them then going in a circular motion♡.

-if anything hawks's nipples became sensitive because of u -

as u teased his nipples u started jerking him off while his underwear still on seeing the straps of precum gathering at the base of his clothed cock looked so lewd and sexy ♡♡.

when u purposely slowed the pase of ur hand hawks starts humping ur hand shamelessly moving his hips roughly seeking for the slightest fractions.

"y-y/nnn , please please hngg-i -i wanna cum so fucking bad pleaase"

as soon as u noticed that he's about to cum u moved ur hand away and went ur way feeling his juicy ass . not wasting a second u pushed three fingers at once inside since he was already soaking wet because of his heat . as soon as u found his sweet spot u started abusing it repeatedly and made him cum only with ur fingers♡.

and not giving him the chance to rest u pushed ur dick in him and started to fuck him so hard that the room was filled with his lewd moans. fucking him from behind while grabbing his tied hands.

"look at u, even tho ur supposed to be a mighty and a prideful hero yet ure a moaning mess under me now♡. have u ever thought of what others will say if they saw u in this state ? eyes rolled back, lewd tongue out, red face and this ass of urs that dont want to let my dick get away .this birdie over here needs some discipline don't he ?"

as u finished ur sentence u pushed him down the bed on his stomach and kept fucking him as if u were trying to breed this birdie ♡♡

room was filled with the lewd noises of ur cock slapping on his asscheeks♡.

as u were close ,hawks was already cumming for the fifth time ,all that came out from his cock now was only transparent liquid .

"y/n ahng-♡ please give me ur seed, breed me like the good submissive boy I'm ♡ i need u to cum inside pleaase"

"thats out of question baby bird ♡ . im going to fill u up so much that u might get pregnant♡ "

as u fastened the pace hawks kept moaning ur name . as u cum inside ,u stayed in him for a while as he told u not to pull out fast .it makes him feel comfortable being one with u♡ .

-after some minutes u carried him to the bath room and bathed him because u drained him out from that intense intimate session u had then u slept next to him with one arm around him and the other caressing his hair while his wings went around u and helding u in their warmth as a sign of feeling secure and safe in ur presence ♡♡

even tho in his heat hawks gets tense and super needy but its the period when he needs u the most and u're always right there in time for him ♡♡-

end♡

#male reader #my hero academia hawks #bnha smut #hawks x y/n #hawks x reader #sub hawks

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seventeenpins · 9 months

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triptych - pt ii

pairing: tommy miller x joel miller x f!reader

word count: 3.3k

summary: after a shitty day, the man you've been chatting with all evening brings you back to his place only for you to discover he lives with his brother, an old flame of yours. they both fuck you. pre-outbreak. 18+

warnings: ooof i know i'm gonna miss something but here goes! multiple orgasms, dirty talk, pussy eating, dick sucking, ass eating/ass play, anal, joel miller is an ass man, double penetration, it's literally just porn there is so little substance here it's shameful, probably not incest but maybe a little??? like the brothers aren't into each other but their balls kinda touch so i'll leave that just in case..., light spanking, creampie, light breeding?, pls tell me if i'm missing anything important

a/n: wowowow i cannot believe how fuckin lovely y'all are, i hadn't been writing for years but i certainly never received so much feedback. thanks for reading and interacting and being part of such a cool and deeply horny community 😅 my asks are always open and i'd love to take on some requests! thank u to those who've sent some so far, i'm working on them now. besides requests, upcoming fics include a follow-up to bad girl and a vampire au 💕

also, thank you for indulging in this pairing!! (grouping?) i feel like a lot of threesome fics are very pro-joel with tommy cucking, and though they're fucking excellent, i wanted to give tommy some love and an equal place at the side of his incredibly hot brother.

check out part i

when you'd first sat down at that grimy dive bar, never in a million years would you have anticipated the scene that was unfolding in front of you now.

“shit," tommy says, "she looks so nice down on her knees for us, huh joel?”

joel looks feral as he stares you down. "such a good girl for us,” he agrees, “but we gotta see if that mouth can do more than talk.”

he's holding your wrists behind your back, while tommy grips a firm hand through your hair and unbuckles his belt with the other.

"open up, baby," tommy says, and presses one finger into your mouth and then another. he gently strokes his fingers in and out of your mouth, pressing into your tongue, slowly going deeper and deeper till you're sure you can feel the digits at the back of your throat. you can feel that you've started to drool a little, and tommy lets out a little groan at the discovery.

"you think you're ready for me?" tommy asks, and you nod.

in one smooth motion, his cock is springing from his boxers and the head is pressing gently at your lips.

feeling just the tip in your mouth, you already know your jaw is gonna hurt tomorrow. you relax your jaw and open wider, and tommy makes a slightly strangled noise that you take as a great sign.

as he fucks into your mouth, your eyes begin to water and tommy notices, brushing the tears away.

"you're takin' it so good," joel lavishes his praise on you and you never want it to end, "such a good girl, aren't you? keep that throat nice and open for my brother, won't ya? i know you wanna relax into it, baby, let him see just how much you love havin his dick down your throat."

it makes you moan, his words making you almost uncomfortably wet. tommy keeps thrusting down your throat, hips occasionally stuttering.

"shit, honey-" tommy says, and chuckles at your whine when he pulls his cock out of your mouth, "you're suckin' it so good, i need a break or i'm gonna come in that pretty mouth a whole lot sooner than i mean to."

joel drops your wrists and backs up to the sofa.

"why don'tcha sit on my lap, darlin'?" he grins, and pats on his inner thigh, his cock visibly straining in his jeans, a little damp patch visible where you're sure the tip is.

"only if you take your pants off," you say, and joel's eyebrows shoot up.

joel considers. "fine, but we're gonna work you up real nice before you get to sit on anyone's cock.

once you're sat on joel's lap, his cock straining against his boxers, tommy’s kissing you with such frenzied passion you feel dizzy. the sensation is only heightened when joel runs a knuckle down your spine, dragging over each vertebrae, massaging and tantalising. then both hands are grabbing at your waist and over your hips as if mapping you out. it’s not overtly hungry, not yet, but there’s a sensuality to it you didn’t quite remember from your brief and ill-fated encounters with joel years back. you're suddenly hit with a pang of sadness that you never stayed in touch. you would've liked to see him get his first grey hairs. instead it feels like you hit fast forward and jolted ahead.

joel's close behind you and you feel his hot breath on your neck as he pulls down the neckline of your top and licks a line along the hollow of your collarbone and back up to your ear, and the drag of his tongue is delicious. he nibbles on your earlobe and the sensation draws an obscene moan from your lips.

tommy’s close to you, too, his big hands cupping your jaw as he kisses his tongue deep into your mouth, running it along your teeth. his cock is still hanging out from his jeans, thick and hard, and you don't try to disguise the way you stare at it as you look him up and down.

"you've got far too many clothes on, sweetheart," tommy grins, and you pull off your top. before you can unhook your bra, joel's already unfastened it and is helping you pull it off.

tommy drops to his knees now, licking and sucking at your nipples, as joel unbuttons your pants, unzips them, and helps you lift your hips to yank them off of you.

the graze of tommy's teeth against the sensitive flesh of your breast makes you whimper and rut up on joel's thigh, and the brothers both laugh at your desperate noises.

"shit, she's needy, ain't she?" joel teases as he grips your waist with one hand and lets the other drag down to your panties, holding you in place while he starts to rub his fingers along your slit through the damp fabric.

he tugs at the band of your lace panties and ponders for a moment. "you partial to these?" he asks, and you shrug, "not particularly".

"good," joel says. that's all he needs to hear before he's tearing them apart and dropping the tattered fabric aside.

"well now you're just putting on a show," you tease, and he laughs but doesn't disagree. he just strokes a finger along your folds.

"i think you're a girl who likes a show," he tells you as he gathers up a little bit of your slick and slides it along your pussy. "now, what else do you like, darlin'? you want me to play with your lil clit? or just finger fuck you?"

"both," you whine, "any of it. all of it, please-"

he teases a finger into you very gently, just a little press that goes a little deeper each time he pulls it out and presses back in, till you realise he's sinking it in all the way to the hand with each thrust.

right as he adds another finger, to your surprise, tommy drops to his knees. he spreads your thighs wider and looks up for a moment, and you think you can feel joel nod behind you. that's all it takes, and tommy dives in. joel thrusts his fingers into you more urgently as laves kisses on and around your clit. he deepens it, pressing harder, flicking his tongue furiously along your swollen nerve endings and there's enough sensation that you know you won't last long.

"yes, that's it," you cry, and now it's your turn to grab tommy by the hair and press his face right where you need it the most. you're grinding up on his tongue while joel steadily continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, and you know you couldn't be quiet even if you tried.

"fuck," your words sound more like sobs now and you really don't give a shit, "keep going, just like that, joel you can go harder, tommy yes, lick my clit like that, i'm gonna- i'm gonna come-"

"good girl," joel talks you through it, "letting us take care of you like this. you need us to fuck you stupid, don'tcha? you're gonna leave here in the mornin' all stretched open, feeling us deep inside ya for days, huh?"

his filthy words are all you need to teeter over the edge- "fuuuck!" you scream, and you're positively panting now, verging on hysterical. you know joel can feel your pussy clench around him, you're so wet you're worried you've ruined joel's jeans, and you're so overstimulated that you can't speak more than a syllable or two at a time.

"oh you come so pretty," tommy says, pulling away from you to speak. you can see the way his lips are glistening with your slick before he kisses you on your inner thighs, peppering the soft skin with attention.

then, your eyes practically roll back in your head as he dives back in.

joel hasn't stopped fingering you, either, and once tommy's mouth is back on you, joel presses his fingers back into you more deeply again.

"shit, it's too much, i don't think i can take another this quick-" you try to say, but joel shushes you.

"i can already feel it coming," joel tells you, "can feel how your thighs are trembling, how you're already clenching down on me."

you're treading dangerously close to uncomfortably overstimulated, but you're also so completely turned on, you barely care. if you're gonna die in pursuit of a nut, so be it.

"fuck, you're right-" you tell joel, and tommy moans into you letting delicious vibrations pulse through you, and that sends you over the edge again.

you thrust and writhe and rut against them both, and tommy shows you mercy this time, drawing back and letting you get a little relief from the overwhelm of sensation instead of keeping his mouth on you.

you need a moment to catch your breath, and both joel and tommy rub soothing circles into your skin, joel's hands on your hips and tommy's on your thighs, and it feels exquisite.

"that's it, sweetheart, that's it-" joel soothes, and though your breathing's evened out, you know your thighs are still shaking.

tommy's licking up the arousal from between your thighs as if cleaning you off, and he looks up at you with almost dopey, half-lidded eyes, grinning.

"you taste like heaven, honey," he says, and he looks almost as fucked out as you feel. all this from eating pussy, you wonder, and that's another point in the favor of tommy miller being a man who likes to take care of fine things.

"i think i'm gettin' jealous now," joel teases, "i might need a taste, too."

without another word, tommy kisses you deeply and you taste yourself on his tongue. joel tilts your head back to meet him, and he kisses the taste from your mouth, groaning as he does it.

the sounds they're both making are so fucking hot, you love how they emote. there's nothing as unsexy as getting fucked by someone who stays absolutely silent throughout, and hearing them as pathetic as you feel works you up even more.

"what do you need, sweetheart," joel asks, and he's running a finger along your swollen folds now, teasing and torturous.

"you want us to fuck your pussy and your mouth," he asks, and moves to stroke a finger along your cheek, "you wanna have a big cock on either end of ya?"

you shake your head and joel raises his eyebrows.

"tell us what you want, baby," tommy says, and joel drags his fingers back along your pussy before tentatively using his forefinger to circle your asshole.

"please, joel-" you realise you're begging and it draws a laugh from tommy.

"you're a naughty girl, aren't you?" tommy asks, and the way he's grinning tells you that he wouldn't want it any other way.

"wanna feel full of you, both of you-" you whine.

"you gotta tell us, else we won't know what you want," joel says. from his tone of voice, it's clear he knows exactly what you want, but you need to beg for it.

"my pussy. and my ass. wanna ride both of you, feel both of you, get fucked by both of you-"

"jesus christ," tommy moans, "i bet we can make that happen, huh, big brother?"

you turn around to look at joel and his pupils are so blown, his eyes look black.

"bedroom." joel says, and it isn't a request.

tommy scoops you up in his arms and follows joel to his bedroom.

"drop her right here," joel says to tommy, and you're deposited on the edge of the bed, joel kneeling on the floor in front of you.

"looks so pretty for us," tommy says, and he sits down in an armchair near the foot of the bed and starts stroking his aching cock.

you'd been so fucked out already, you almost forgot you'd done almost nothing to take care of them. tommy's cock looks almost red and angry, and joel's is still tucked into his boxers, but the damp spot is spreading and it looks so thick through the fabric.

"let's get you ready for us, sweetheart," joel says, and without any more warning, he hooks his hands under your knees and pulls you up, legs spread, knees hanging over his shoulders. "i'm gonna eat this cute lil asshole, baby," he says and spits on your tight hole before rubbing his thumb gently against it, spreading the saliva.

he teases you with his tongue a little, testing it before pressing it flat and licking along it. you moan, and he growls against you.

you learn very quickly that joel miller is an ass man.

he eats ass like he was made for it, growling into you, spit dripping down his chest as he keeps your legs propped up on his shoulders, your thighs held in place with one arm. you're gasping through your moans and joel is drawing circles around your hole now, popping a finger into his mouth, and tentatively pressing it into the tight ring of muscle. it's fucking animalistic and you don't think anything could possibly make this better, until you notice the moans coming from tommy and the wet sounds of him furiously fisting his cock.

you're already fucked out from your first orgasms that you're practically boneless and limp, totally relaxed in a way you didn't often get. it made the feeling of joel fucking his fingers into you more glorious, building you up in a way you're not used to.

he makes quick (but thorough) work of opening you up, till he's got three fingers in your asshole and tommy's telling you how beautiful you look through his own choked moans, and you think you might lose your mind as you pant and grind and whine and joel isn't saying anything because his mouth is far too busy.

he pulls back and takes a good look at you. with someone else you might feel uncomfortably exposed but instead, you see hunger and desire in the brothers' and you know this is affecting them at least as much as it is you.

"i think we've got ya ready," joel hums, and he turns to look at his brother, "wanna check?" he asks, and tommy stands up and walks over.

you know you feel loose and ready, but the simple act of tommy popping a finger into your mouth to get it wet and then tracing it around your asshole, examining the preparation, drives you insane.

"i think she'll take it good for us," he grins and your heart flutters, "good girl," he says to you.

"you ready for us?" joel asks, and you nod.

"fuck me," you tell them.

joel lowers you down from his shoulders and tommy lays down on the bed before beckoning you.

"giddy up, cowgirl," he says with a wink, and you roll your eyes but take your cue.

you crawl up the bed, straddling his legs and then hovering over his cock which he's holding aloft.

"you good, baby?" he asks softly, and it's incredibly sweet in a way that makes you want to eat him up alive and also get fucked within an inch of your life by him.

"fuckin great," you tell him, and you pull him into a deep kiss before relaxing yourself over his cock, letting the head press into your pussy and sinking down onto it.

"jesus christ," he chokes out, and he sounds so desperate you can't help but fucking down on him, your ass slapping as you, move, his cock pressing so fucking deep into you and then you feel joel approach you from behind his hands gently running over your asscheeks and you know he's feeling the way your flesh bounces as you get off on his brother's cock. then, his hands are off of you, you hear the squirt of a lube bottle, and suddenly joel's thick lubed tip is pressing against you.

you try to thrust backwards towards it, but almost pull off tommy's cock fully, and it's like you're trying to ride both ends of a dick seesaw.

joel notices your frustration, laughing as you writhe.

"patience," he says, and delivers a sharp smack to your ass that thrusts you deeper onto tommy's cock. then, you can feel joel pressing into you, inch by inch.

once his cock head is fully sheathed in your tight ass, you take a moment to breathe before you start to find a rhythm that'll get all of you off at the same time. it takes a moment, and a few adjustments by all three of you, but before you know it, you can feel tommy brushing against your cervix and joel fully fucking into your asshole, practically rearranging your guts. with each rough thrust, they're fucking into you as one.

you're all moaning, gasping for breath. the slapping of skin against skin is delicious, and you're certain joel's balls are smacking against tommy's and you're not sure if it's weird or the hottest thing you've ever experienced.

you feel so full, you feel so fucking full it's perfect, it's delicious, you wanna be split open like this for the rest of time, want to feel two fat cocks using your holes for their pleasure, for your pleasure, because it all just feels so fucking good.

"fuck," tommy says, and it's the first thing any of you have been able to vocalise for a minute, "i'm gonna-"

"come in me," you tell him, cutting him off and he shudders.

that's all he needed before it hits him and he lets out a deep groan and unloads deep into you. it sets off a chain reaction. you come next, clenching around tommy's cock and exploding with a sob, your entire body shaking uncontrollably, and that tips joel over the edge, too as you whine at him, "come in my ass, joel-" and then he makes a strangled noise and you feel his balls tighten and hips stutter and he's unloading in you, pulse after pulse of thick come.

you lay there, tommy beneath you and joel on top of you, their cocks still twitching inside of you. gently, you tap joel's hip and he grunts and rolls over, pulling out of you. you gingerly pull yourself off of tommy, and then immediately collapse between the two of them.

"well, shit," you say, so totally blissed out you're floating on a whole other level.

"jesus christ," tommy says, and then joel starts laughing and it's the best thing you've ever heard.

"you doin' alright, darlin?" joel asks, "we take good care o' ya?"

you nod, consumed with so much euphoria you can't use your words properly.

"good- good joel," you say, "good tommy," you pat them each on the thighs and joel snorts.

tommy pops off the bed for a moment and rummages around in the other room before coming back to ask, "need a hit?"

you nod and he places the joint between your lips and sparks it. you take a deep inhale and slow blink as you sit yourself up and look at both of them.

"let's clean ya up, darlin," joel says, and, as it turns out, tommy brought a washcloth as well as weed. and he had my priorities straight you think.

"if you want me out of your house," you tell them, "you'd better tell me now so i can call a cab. otherwise, i'm gonna pass out here in the next twelve seconds."

"i won't be here in the morning", joel tells you, "got an early shift, but as i recall, tommy's specialty is box pancakes and they sometimes turn out edible."

tommy playfully slaps at his brother, and then kisses your cheek. joel kisses your cheek, too. tommy cleans you up a little, and you fall contentedly asleep between these two beautiful men.

the last thing you think before you drift off is fuck that promotion, it's not such a bad day after all.

#tommy miller x reader #tommy miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #tlou fanfiction #tommy miller #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #tommy miller fanfiction #tommy x joel x reader #tlou fic #tommy miller smut #joel miller smut

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miyaur · 1 year

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—﹒⟢ The Way I Think (of you~) ft diluc, kaeya, tartaglia

summary: they caught you in the act, but you're too close to stop now!

a/n: ill probably make a pt2 of this but,, this is my apology post for u guys i promise ill come back soon 💔💔

warnings: nsfw, use of toys, sub!reader, dom!character, gn!reader, fingering (no not implied fem!reader)

diluc did mention he wasn't gonna be home early again.. so what was the harm of missing your boyfriend in a.. different way? you barely have seen your diluc all week other than small notes he leaves behind. but turns out he wasn't gonna be out all night, finishing off the last hilichurl camps nearby plus any abyss mages with them. the thought of you both finally cuddling in bed, to his surprise though, it wasn't like you didn't miss him, and wouldn't do something about the feeling.. but this way of missing him was.. truly interesting. through the candle lit hallways of the 2nd floor in dawn winery, he heard something. like you calling out his name, "dear, are y-" coming into the room, weeing you sprawled out on the bed, small tears im your eyes, giving a hint you were close, "i'm so sorry lo-" "j-just help me out please, close, i need you luc.", but oh well, let's just say you got what you wanted, a million times over

kaeya your wonderful superb boyfriend, sad he's been away for a bit too much, well 2 weeks certainly is alot. nothing else but him would be on your mind at dawn, when would he come back, when would he make you feel ethereal again, wanting that isn't so bad right? oh well, a human's imagination is infinite. he didn't mention when he'd be back, so.. what was the harm in missing him in a special way? waiting around doing nothing gets you nowhere! what about a headstart? just that, you didn't know he wanted to surprise you specifically today. "mmfー faster.. close so close" you said to yourself, vibrator remote scattered on the bed, fingers thoroughly in and out, a fast pace, you heard the door opening, (oh by the way his scarf thingy is like on your neck basically, don't ask me how ❤️) "hey i'm ho- oh my..." he says, slowly putting down the chocolates he'd bought from who knows where, "iーi'm sorry! i couldn't wait and y-you weren't there to help this, ha-hagh.. please i'm so c-close!" kissing your forehead oh so lovingly, "i'll treat you better than those toys.. don't you worry your pretty head about it anymore, i'm here."

pretty boy childe.. ohh pretty boy childe. unbeknownst to him, his cute (and fuckable) partner was quite the lonely wolf tonight. maybe the way you howled out his name at night really did it. but out if all timesー he comes home now.. childe comes through the door awaiting you to wrap your arms around him and smother him in affection again. but you didn't seem to be there at all. he wondered where you were, coming up the stairs calling your name, but being cut off after coming close to your guys' shared bedroom. and it didn't seem like you were trying to hold back, as he slowly peeked through the slightly open door, you were so close, he could sense it. seeing you so vulnerable, so sensitive for him. so adorable, just for him. the tent in his pants becoming more visible, seeing you slowly moaning out his name, mewling, in such a cute state, as he described, "my, my, you really couldn't wait could you beautiful?" he said, slightly looking up to see your lover's hungry eyes, devouring the sight of the scene you both are in the moment. "a-ah! a-ajax, p-please 'm close!" you said, your head bowing down in embarassment, "fine, just keep moaning my name out that pretty little mouth of yours."

i hope i ace my exams

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anton-luvr · 7 months

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can you do anton x gender neutral reader where he picks you up from a blind date your friend set up for you and you got stood up and he comforts you and they kiss or whatever 😭 sorry if this it too much

# PROMISE.

𖦹 bestfriend!anton x gn!reader | fluff & slight angst | friends to lovers au 𖦹 note; tysm for requesting!! hope u like it hehe ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ + join my 100 followers req event here!

"It's okay, I'm here."

For the first time that night, relief surges through you.

When your friend set you up for your third blind date of the week, you had a feeling it wasn't going to turn out the way you hoped it would.

And sure enough, it didn't.

Thankfully, you had Anton to come to your rescue; he was at the restaurant your date stood you up at in ten minutes.

"I swear to God, that dude's a jackass for not even showing up." Anton huffs as he leads you to his car, opening the door for you. "Get in, I'll take you home."

Sniffling, you merely nod and get into his car.

The curly haired boy sighs as he gets into the driver's seat.

"You know, maybe you should stop going on these blind dates," he scolds lightly, putting his car into drive. "They're starting to take a toll on you."

You didn't want to agree, but he was right.

For the past few months, you had been going on blind date after blind date, just to meet weirdos or get rudely rejected, which left your self-esteem wounded.

But for some reason, today hurt even more than usual.

Maybe it was because of the endless months of loneliness stacking up against you, nights spent alone in your bed.

Maybe it was seeing all of your friends happy with their partners, a bittersweet pain piercing at your heart in wonders when it was going to be your turn.

Maybe it was the stupid delusion that things would work out this time with a complete stranger that your friend said was "nice".

"God, I hate this." you groan, right before bursting into tears.

Anton feels terrible to see you crying, and he quickly pulls over by the side of the road.

"Hey, hey," he says softly, rubbing your shoulders. "It's okay."

"It's not okay!" you sputter, tears falling down your cheeks freely now. "I try and try and try, but I never find someone! Am I that hard to love?"

A sob escapes from your throat and you bury your face in your hands.

Anger boils in Anton's chest, upset to see you hurt thanks to irrelevant strangers who didn't know your worth.

But he lets you cry it out, his hand never leaving your shoulder as he rubbed comforting circles.

"Feel better?" he asks gently, passing you a tissue when your sobs finally quiet down to sniffles.

You shake your head, eyes puffy.

"I feel like shit, Anton." you admit, leaning back against the headrest.

He sighs, softly wiping away a stray tear.

"Listen to me." he says firmly.

"You're one of the most hardworking, gorgeous, talented, funniest, and most caring person I've ever met. Don't let these stupid idiots define your worth. You'll find the right one for you eventually, I'm sure."

You smile sadly at his words, chuckling.

"Yeah, maybe after ten years." you murmur.

Anton scoffs, folding his arms.

"Go on a date with me then."

Your turn to face him so fast, you hear a small crack in your neck.

"M-Me? You?" you stammer, pointing at him and yourself.

Anton doesn't know where his sudden streak of confidence came from, but he nods and leans in closer.

"Give me a chance," he whispers against your lips, cupping your cheek. "I promise I'll treat you right."

It sounds like a line right out of a cringy rom-com, but the genuine sincerity and adoration shining in his eyes says otherwise.

Your heartbeat rings in your ears, thoughts flying through your mind at the speed of light.

Never in a million years would you expect to be face to face with your best friend, his lips just millimeters away from yours right after he asked you out.

Yet it all made sense.

He was always there for you, be it at your lowest or your highest. He knew you like the back of his hand, remembering your favorite coffee order and your favorite songs.

So without hesitation, you close the distance.

Now, you've always wondered what your first kiss would be like, building up all sorts of different scenarios in your head before you slept.

But kissing Anton right now was better than anything else you could imagine.

His lips were so soft against yours, his sweet cologne tickling your nose as he pulled you closer to him. The kiss deepens, and all the noise in your head silences.

It's still silent when he slowly pulls away, his lips swollen and slightly breathless.

"I promise." Anton repeats, sealing it with a soft kiss to your cheek.

It was such a romantic moment, until your stomach grumbling loudly interrupted it.

Your eyes widen, and the both of you burst out laughing. "I think my stomach likes your promise," you joke, slightly embarrassed.

Anton giggles at this, kissing you on the cheek again. "Let's get you some food then, hm?"

You nod as Anton puts the car into drive again.

As he speeds down the roads, he keeps one hand interlaced with yours while the other steers effortlessly.

"Do you want McDonald's? Or something like Waffle House?" he asks, eyes flickering between the GPS and the road.

"Anything is fine," you assure him, squeezing his hand. "I love free food."

Anton laughs, jokingly rolling his eyes at you.

"Anything for my favorite person in the world." he whispers, smiling at you.

"It's giving simp behavior." you tease, cheeks flushing red nevertheless.

He gasps dramatically, clutching his heart as if it was wounded.

"Okay, no more free food then," he declares, shrugging.

"Hey, I was just joking!" you protest.

He laughs again, slowing down the car as he starts parking.

"Alright, time to be a simp and get you your free food!" he announces cheerfully, turning off the engine.

You've barely taken your seatbelt off when he's already out of the car, running to open your door for you.

"I see that chivalry's not dead," you say, taking his stretched out hand as you step out of his car.

"Simp behavior, remember?" he boasts.

You laugh, holding on to his warm hand.

"My best simp."

#riize #riize fluff #riize angst #riize fics #anton #riize anton #riize icons #riize headers #riize moodboard #kpop #kpop fluff #kpop fics #kpop angst

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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Fine I'll give you fluff 🙄....Carl and reader find this huge museum and decided to check it out for supplies to find out the museum has been untouched there's no signs of walker or human and since Carl and reader are still children they decided to fuck around and even give themselves a tour of the museum and it ends with sweet first kisses 😚

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heyyyyy ♣️ of course and thank you. the Luke castellan req u sent me is already hurting and I've barely written any of it yet LMFAO ; also didn't know how to do the kissing bit so I'm sorry :( I've never been to a museum so ifk djsndmsm ; I should've scrapped this it's so bad wth

CARL GRIMES ; museum

summary ; you and carl go on a run and take a tour of a museum

warnings ; language, mentions of knives

genre ; fluff

word count ; 1k

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You and Carl approach the large building, gazing upon the well-founded structure. It was a curvature shape, large glass windows covering it, pulling in gallons of sunlight each day. You couldn't imagine the amount of sunbleach on the floor inside if it was that familiar thin carpeting like in arcades or inside al Chuck E Cheese's across the globe.

As you walk closer, killing any stray walkers with your knives, you notice there's a whole layer below the upper, circular part of the building. It's held up by pillars, protected by shade, and only covered in a few tall windows here and there. Below that, it sinks into the ground a bit with the help of some staircases on each side behind the sign and little wall to prevent casualties. It was more boxy, however, still covered in windows. The whole structure looked freakishly modern, like the world didn't end back in 2010 here, like the world just kept spinning up til now, apparently. It was a little freaky seeing it, but you brushed it off. Whatever this place was, they probably pulled in millions of dollars a month to look like this.

You approach the front, seeing Virginia Museum of History & Culture in bold lettering above the main doors.

Now, you and your long-time friend Carl never got to learn all that much about history or culture, seeing as the world ended in the middle of your fifth grade year. All through elementary school, it wasn't something anyone was teaching a bunch of little kids who'd forget within an hour over recess.

The two of you share a shrug and nod, deciding to go in to look for any food or resources. You keep your weapons ready and in hand, prepared to take down as many walkers as need be.

The first challenge was getting inside, however. The door was locked. Luckily, Carl was able to pick the lock with a spare safety pin he kept in his pocket for this exact reason, and he slowly pushed the door open with his foot. His boot leaves a print on the door from the dirt and dust on the ground, leaving the stainless steel door a little messy as you both enter.

You clear out each large room, finding no signs of life, or death for that matter. You closely examine all of the WW2 replica artifacts and read the little signs, teaching you about the nearly hundred-year-old war. It was pretty interesting to you, considering the only war education you'd gained was being part of one yourself with the whole Negan and the Saviors thing.

Carl notices you reading as he breaks open some protective glass, opening a stash of rifles that'd been found post-war on the battlegrounds in Virginia.

"Think they still work?" He asks you, holding one up in his hand.

You shrug, "How would I know?"

He nods and shrugs, agreeing with your statement. However, you'd take anything you could get your hands on at the moment, food, guns, ammo, anything.

You two unlock a long forgotten childlike curiosity, exploring the museum for all its knowledge. You learn a lot about cultures and wars walking around the building, about ancient Aztec civilizations and the Civil War.

You ended up finding a little bit of food and some guns and ammo. I mean, a museum would never be a go-to for apocalypse rations anyway.

The two of you sit down in front of the windows near the front of the building, giggling and gasping for air after playing tag for a solid twenty minutes. Your cheeks are flushed and you run a hand through your hair, trying to cool yourself down a bit.

"I didn't know you could run so fast" Carl chuckles, lightly nudging your shoulder.

You shrug with a light smile and reply with a sarcastic and snarky tone, "My urgency to get away from you is showing"

"Hey!"

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You stick close to Carl, heading into a locked portion of the building, staff only. You wield your knives, cautiously turning the lights on.

Nothing, once again.

Another lunch room, weird enough. But it had plenty of non-perishables you could take. Including spaghetti-o's, which you hadn't had in years. The warm, metal taste could already be tasted on your tongue as you imagined the beautiful taste of the noodles and sauce again.

Carl turns to you, "Ready to go? It's nearly dark"

You nod, "Go on without me, I wanna go in that section we didn't really explore yet"

He shrugs, "I'll come with you"

"It's fine-"

"You wanna learn more, don't you?"

You shrug and nod.

"Nerd" He teasingly chuckles, "C'mon, let's make it quick"

You quickly run out to the section you didn't get to explore much, learning all about JFK's assassination. God, if the internet got to progress any further, you'd be all over Reddit sharing conspiracies and theories about this right now.

"Holy shit, dude took two bullets, what the fuck?"

"Damn"

You begin to rant as you read the little book on the podium, silencing Carl as he sits on the floor. His feet hurt, and his shoulders were beginning to ache, so he decided to sit down like this was kindergarten storytime.

You stand and speak, using your hands to communicate through body language as he attentively listens to you. He looks up at you with admiration, like he was genuinely focused on you and only you. You stop to breathe, your throat dry as you shut the book.

Carl fixes his hat, handing you some water.

"Ready to go home and eat these spaghetti-o's that I know you're dying to eat?"

"Yes please!"

#lowkeyrobin #twd x reader #twd preferences #twd teens #twd fanfiction #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes #chandler riggs #chandler riggs x reader #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead preferences #the walking dead oneshot #carl grimes oneshot #they/them reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader

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gallawitchxx · 4 days

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hi beeee!! i hope you're doing okay 💖💖💖

ooohohohoho okay for the kiss thingy: god knows why cuz it sounds potentially very painful but i feel so compelled to request 28 🙏

sweet deanna! i'm hanging in, thanks love! 💖 so you & @lingy910y both requested #28 & i want to fill both of your prompts. but because you were (rightfully) afraid of pain, i gave you one that's a bit strange, but has a promisingly happy ending? you can be the judge! xx

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send me a number & i'll write you a smoocheroo 😚

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#28: ...as a lie ps. this is inspired by this post about dealer!mickey & insomniac!ian, who have now rotted my brain.

Ian hasn’t slept in days.

It’s happened before—endless energy is one of his tried-and-true symptoms of mania—but this isn’t that. He’s taking his meds, his skin isn’t crawling and his mind is fairly quiet. Quiet enough to frustrate him as he tosses and turns and wonders what the fuck’s going on.

His schedule has been all over the place lately; his normal routine lost to the endless cycles of employment and Gallagher family responsibilities. He’d been hoping to add school to the mix this semester so that he could have other, less hectic options than a rig-riding EMT, but he’d pushed it off. A pity, now that all-nighters are apparently his thing.

Night two, he googles a few things, which is a huge mistake. Who can fall asleep after reading about how even just twenty-four hours without sleep can begin to derail your bodily systems? Sleep deprivation can cause or worsen conditions like Type 2 diabetes, High blood pressure, Stroke, Heart attack—his pulse leaps as his phone clatters to the ground.

Night three, he takes to the streets, running around the Southside until his lungs burn and his knees wobble. As he passes the clinic that gave his seventeen-year-old self a lifetime prescription for antipsychotics, he knows that if this lasts much longer, he should call his doctor. Tell them his nighttime meds aren’t putting him to sleep anymore. Nip this insomnia thing in the bud before it can overthrow the delicate balance he’s worked so hard to maintain.

Night four, desperate and a bit delusion, he pulls up a number he hasn’t used in years, saved under a contact labeled, DO NOT TEXT.

He breaks his own rule: Hey. Still making house calls?

The response is almost immediate: the fuck u care for?

Ian rolls his bloodshot eyes, typing: It’s an emergency.

Three little dots herald a response that makes him laugh: a weed emergency?

He stays strong: Wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need it.

The next text makes his chest clench: u ok?

He decides to keep it vague—I can’t sleep, but it’s not what you think.—and hopes he doesn’t have to explain further and is relieved to read: u want ur usual?

Another clench: Indica

Two texts arrive in rapid succession: what else do u want? can i give u head while u smoke or no?

There it is: the reason Ian doesn’t use this number anymore.

Maybe in another life it would be a blessing to have a weed dealer to lovers arc with your childhood crush, but in this one, it was a curse. A curse that lasted almost a whole year, bringing with it an endless bouquet of blissful fucks and free weed, and a million moments of tenderness Ian knew nobody else was getting out of the guy. A curse that eventually came to collect payment in the form of bloodied knuckles, broken hearts and ego wounds. A curse that still clings to Ian’s psyche, filling his dreams with gentle, tattooed fingers and bright blue eyes and a sweet and savory scent that can only be described as Mickey.

Mickey, now DO NOT TEXT.

On second thought, maybe he should never sleep again.

The knock at the door makes him hard—a Pavlovian response that irks him more than the three sleepless nights he’s suffered so far. Three raps, one right after the other. The last one no more than a brush of his hand.

Ian adjusts himself and answers the door.

Fuck, one look at that smug asshole and he’s immediately right back in it. Lust and like and maybe even a little bit of reckless fucking love fill his body, rising to the surface like sweet cream. A layer of fat on the roof of one’s mouth; a treat to lick later, a reminder that they didn’t end things because they weren’t insanely hot for one another and potentially soulmates. They were just idiots. Stubborn, petty dicks.

Oh Pride, the great slayer of men.

Jesus, he needs to sleep.

“First one’s on the house,” Mickey says as he crosses the threshold, a joint held tightly between C and K.

Hours slip by. They laugh, they smoke. It feels like old times. Ian’s body is loose in a way it hasn’t been in years. It feels good. Like maybe-he-could-sleep-tonight good. And as he melts further into the couch, he starts to get a little horny too. Because Mickey’s yapping on and on about some asshole that frequents the bar he works at, and Ian’s listening, he swears he’s listening, but he’s also staring at Mickey’s mouth like he wants to take Mickey up on that text message and shut him the fuck up with his dick.

Like he wants to taste the stale smoke of his tongue.

Wants him to stay the night.

Forever, maybe.

Mickey finishes his story. His eyes go soft and he drums his fingers against his knee. “Should get outta your hair, Gallagher,” he says. “Letcha sleep.”

That’s the last thing Ian wants.

“Not tired,” he fibs.

Mickey cocks an eyebrow. “You’re not? ’S been days, man. This shit’s gotta be hittin’ ya by now.”

It’s true. It has been days and this shit is hitting him. Or maybe he’s having a sleep-deprivation-induced stroke. He just knows Mickey can’t go.

“Can’t go to sleep without a goodnight kiss.”

Mickey’s already leaning in when he asks, “Then you promise you’ll hit the hay?”

Ian nods as Mickey presses a kiss to his lying lips.

#welp - throws whatever this is at you #alskfjalkj #i realized that both of my kisses are at the very end of the ficlet & aren't actually described #lolol #maybe my next attempt should be 1K words of just describing the kiss #no actual context needed #just tongues #anyway THANKS DEANNA I LOVE YOU DEANNA #shameless #shameless fanfiction #prompt fill #ian x mickey

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sanguineterrain · 1 year

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"won't you let me lean against your shoulder for the smallest bit?"

w Stevie boyyyyy pls n thank u

Thanks for the request! Hope you like it :) tw for hospital setting, Steve is on pain meds and is so in love with the reader <3 gn!reader

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His hand moves first. It squeezes yours with nowhere near the normal amount of strength usually involved.

You're awake in an instant.

"Steve?"

Your neck aches from spending the night in the chair next to Steve's bed. Robin had had to go home and no one had been hopeful about Deborah and Richard Harrington rushing home to visit their only child in the hospital.

So you're here.

Steve's eyes crack open. His cheek is still swollen, and there are about a hundred cuts and bruises along his face. But he's alive.

"Steve," you whisper, and lean over to kiss his hand.

He grunts and you pull back.

"Sorry, I'm sorry," you say in a rush. "You okay?"

"You're here," he says.

You nod. "I'm here."

"It's not—" Steve slowly turns his head, surveying the room. "'S not a dream?"

"Not a dream," you confirm. "How are you feeling?"

"Hm." Steve considers your hand linked to his. "Kinda like my arms aren't attached to my body."

"That would be the pain meds they have you on," you say.

"Finally, a reward for my hard work."

You smile and lean in to kiss Steve's cheek. He scrunches his face, blinking sleepily.

His smile suddenly drops.

"Holy shit. Max, Eddie—"

"They're fine," you soothe. "Eddie's asleep. They're both stable."

Steve frowns. "I should've—"

"Steve, I swear to God, if you say "I should've done more," I'll..." You huff, thinking. "I won't give you any more kisses until you're released."

Steve's mouth falls open.

"No!" he whines. "No, no! You can't do that! You can't hold kisses hostage. I'm a sick boy, I won't last!"

You press a tiny kiss to the corner of his mouth. Steve tries to return it, uncoordinated due to the medication. He ends up kissing the air.

"Okay, I'm sorry. That was a little mean," you say.

"A lot mean," Steve insists with a pout. "Meanie."

"Sorry, baby. I'll give you a million kisses to make up for it."

"'Kay." Steve tilts his cheek to you. "Start."

You snicker and pepper light kisses all over his cheek.

"That was only ten," he says when you pull away. "I counted."

"I'll give you some more later, okay?"

Steve's eyes go wide. "Don' go!"

"I'm not going anywhere, sweetie. I'll stay here until you fall asleep. But you really need to rest more."

Steve's mouth pulls into a frown. "Wan' you to be closer."

He pats the bed.

"Stevie, I don't know if I should—"

"No, 's okay," he says. "If the nurse says somethin', I'll tell her 'm a Harrington and make her back off."

You snort. "That's not very reformed-king of you, honey pie."

"We just saved the world. Cut me s'm slack."

He feels for your hand, clumsy and sweet.

"Won't you let me lean against your shoulder for the smallest bit?" he asks, eyes big and glassy from the meds.

You slip off your sneakers and pretend like you have to think about it. Then you climb in next to Steve, your right side tucked into his left. He tries to move and nearly yanks the I.V. free, so you move instead, easing his head onto your shoulder.

He looks up at you, hand on your belly.

"Hi," he says.

You smile and kiss the top of his hair.

"Hey there, handsome. Feeling okay?"

"Like a million bucks now that you're here."

"A million, huh?"

"Mmhm. That's how many kisses you owe me. Well, I guess it's really..."

Steve's eyebrows scrunch in thought. He absently plays with the hem of your shirt as he thinks.

"Nine hundred thousand and nine hundred ninety," he finally says. "That's how many kisses you have to gimme."

"That's some good mental math you pulled," you reply, and kiss his forehead.

"Now you owe nine hundred and... please don't make me say it again."

He yawns, and you fluff his pillow behind his head.

"Might fall asleep, but I'll be back."

You hum, pushing his hair away from his face.

"I'll be here, baby. I'll give you all your kisses when you wake up."

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Valentino.. /Sukuna Ryomen x Female Reader/ Pilot/(.o1?)

warnings: flashback (moving, feelings of abandonment leads to resentment against reader, childhood crushes, small kisses), asshole sukuna, college prep. school (aka bitch u at an expensive ass school), former friends to lovers, slow burned love, roomie is fucking with Getou oml

reader: female reader; 23 years of age, college prep.

plot: It's been years since you've moved from country life, since you've forgotten about all the things you used to love about your hometown and where you grew up from... you didn't think it'd chase you to college in the city after almost a decade..

words: 2.914k

fanfic masterlist: .o1 .o2 .o3 .o4 .o5 .o6 .o7 .o8 .o9 .10 (will be updated..)

a/n:: already? another fanfic? yes. i love these. anyways, i wanted to make a longer slow burn with more of an upsetting beginning. i hope you love this one as Lost Lamb comes to an end.. ^^

Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy~

. . .

"You're.. leaving?"

You gave a nod, your eyes teary with despair as you held your friend's hands in yours. Giving a squeeze, you felt the sadness in your heart only grow when you turned to see your parents loading your car up with the last of your belongings.

"But.. you said you'd stay," The boy in front of you mumbled. His black hair hung low, and red eyes looking at nothing but your face and expression. "Forever, remember? You said that!"

"Sukuna, I'm sorry," You responded, your heart aching with sorrow.

You didn't want to leave either. You had been here since you were a baby. Though, your parents said they needed to move for better work, and a fresh start for school. You were only six, you couldn't say no.

"It's for school and work.."

"There's school and work here!" He protested, his eyes dewy as you held your hands tighter. Making you look up at him with a slight blush tinting your cheeks, your eyes finally connected with the boy that lived down the road.

"You have school and friends here! And me! You don't need to leave, Y/n!"

Sukuna Ryomen, the boy that stumbled over with his brother the day you moved in on his way to school. The boy that you became friends with after doing a collage together during pre-k. You had played games and helped him when his father was drunk by letting him stay at your place while his grandma was away. Hiding him in your secret hideout where there was enough room for three people; Sukuna, his brother, and you.

Your first crush..

"I can't stay, Ryo.." You mumbled, watching as the boy's eyes filled with tears at your response. "My momma and dad said I can't.."

"Love, time to get going!" Your mother called, waving her hand in the air and smiling brightly. She was excited to go to the city..

"Please, don't leave me.." Sukuna's tone soft as he stared at the ground. A flash of red and his arms were around your neck, hugging like you were going to shatter into a million pieces.

You couldn't leave.. He loved you..

"Who am I going to play with and go to the lake to see the frogs grow? I want to keep climbing the Willow Tree with you, Y/n.. Don't go.."

With a stab to the heart, Sukuna's nose nuzzled against your neck, his breath hitched as he began to cry quietly. He never cried. Even if his knee was cut or his father punched him.

He never cried..

"S-Suku.. I hafta.." You had begun to cry as well, holding onto Sukuna's scuffed up shirt and pressing your forehead against his shoulder.

Two little kids in love. So precious.

"Y/n.." Sukuna sniffled, his tears staining your shirt until he lifted his head and wiped at his red eyes. He lifted your face, his palm on your cheek, your cheeks becoming warm with embarrassment.

"Promise me I'll see you again. When we're older, I want to be with you like your momma and dad are.."

Your cheek burned hot, eyes widening in shock at his confession. Sukuna?

The determined boy nodded, holding your face in his hands and blushing. With his face red like a tomato, he gave a small breath and gave you a soft kiss. Your parents, thankfully, didn't witness this as they had gone inside the house to gather a few more things, but you were flustered beyond relief.

"M-Mm!" You mumbled, closing your eyes quickly as to savor it.

Eventually, Sukuna had the power to pull away. His face was hot with embarrassment as he looked into your eyes, the kiss and realization hitting the both of you suddenly.

It was a promise.

"I-I swear.." You said finally, your voice quiet as you looked down at the ground. He was your first kiss..

"Good."

Sukuna gave a confirmed nod, letting your face go and holding your hands and smiling, despite the tears. Your face beginning to cool as Sukuna began to speak, his eyes glowing bright.

"I'll see you when I'm a big man, and smart and have lots of money so that I can take care of you forever. I'll go to school in the big city too and get a 'degree' like from one of your books and use it to find a good job. I will make you my wife and love no one but you, Y/n!"

He gave your hands a squeeze and began to walk you to your car, to where your parents waited and helped you inside. Once you were in the car he finally let go, hoping that his promise and his words would stay with you and give you some comfort.

The sounds of the country are slowly beginning to fade as you stare out the back window of your parents' new car. Watching Sukuna slowly become smaller and smaller, his hand never stopped waving as you turned the corner down your former driveway. The dirt clouds and stones that were kicked up by the tires covering what last you saw of your childhood friend..

. . .

That was eighteen years ago. And now, you sat alone, in your college dorm with music blasting from your speakers as your roommate rode one of the many dicks she owned.

You hummed the sweet music as they climaxed together, scribbling down a few notes in your handbook before standing and heading to the kitchen.

Still in your sweats, tank top, and sports bra, you gathered a few items from your fridge and began a bowl of ramen. Though, trying to be fancy, you started cooking some beef for ram-don. A dish that you regularly topped with chives and a slab of bacon, though you didn't have the luxury as your next paycheck was next week.

As you began cooking, you could smell the weed wafting from down the hall. Your roomies bedroom was normally the hot spot for hippies and other assorted college morons since she had more marijuana than your weird uncle.

You know the one. The one that normally hid his stash in his cabinet and had a rolled up cig with it when you went to visit.

Eventually, a disgruntled man stumbled out of her room and began walking towards the exit. His shirt is missing and his jacket was hanging from his hips. Jeans too ripped to be considered stylish and his hair all messy and hanging past his shoulders.

"Hello, Suguru," You said, your eyes looking towards your cooking food as the college boy made his way to your fridge.

Getou Suguru, computer major and an academic athlete for three years until now. He likes working with his friend Gojo Satoru on big projects though he ends up doing most of the work and crashing before the deadline. He was one of the only guys you liked having around.

He was smart, funny, and a real charmer, thankfully he wasn't your type. You didn't have one as of right now.

"Hello, sweetness.." The long haired gentleman chuckled as he leaned over the counter. "What're you making?"

"Ram-don. It's for lunch," You answered, Getou humming in response as he sipped his beer.

"Sounds like a party."

You chucked at his words, finishing the meat and pouring out any extra grease before stirring it in with your ramen. Getou gave a warm groan at the smell of food, walking over to your side and purring with content as you chopped up some chives you had found.

"Can you make me a bowl, Y/n?" He asked, his dark eyes staring down as he licked his lips.

"I don't know, Sugu," Your voice cooed, teasing your friend as you looked back up at him. "Are you sure you remember how to use a fork or chopsticks?"

You both laughed as you proceeded to make him an extra bowl, quickly talking to him about his next project. Weirdly enough, him and Gojo decided to collab on this big animation project for Getou's final exam that semester.

It's funny to hear "Gojo" and "work" in the same sentence, though..

"So it's an animation?" You asked, slowly sucking the warm ramen noodles into your mouth while Getou licked his lips.

"Yeah, but it's not going to be some huge ass animation though," He answered, using his fork to stab the beef in his ramen.

"Probably going to be a minute or two long, not much. I only really want to pass the class with at least an A. Sato's going to be a help though, he's weirdly good with computer animation."

As you continued to ask questions, Getou answered them. On and on until you both finished the food and cleaned up the dishes. Continuing to talk though didn't last long once your eyes landed on your clock.

You were a minute late to your first class of the day, which was normal, you didn't like paying attention to the time that much.

"Anyways, I'll be seeing ya," You said, standing from your spot on the couch. "I got Economics right now."

Getou teased you about being a few minutes late until you closed the door to your bedroom and began to change. Grabbing a large, black hoodie you had bought two months ago with your favorite band logo on the back where the hood rested and some shorts rather than your sweats.

Sure, the sweats were nice, but your legs had begun getting hot and it was rather uncomfortable. And your economics class wasn't exactly air conditioned during your time there. Besides, your legs were nicely shaved and you enjoyed wearing shorts when they were.

Anyways, you grabbed some socks and slide-ons before heading out the door with your book bag hanging from your shoulder. You said a few goodbyes to Getou, grabbing bottled water and your bento for lunch, and left. The sounds of the dorms becoming active soon filling your ears as you walked towards the exit and onto campus.

It was a rather dark looking day, due to lots of clouds, but it relaxed you. Classes weren't something that bothered you and having a day like this was nice. Kept you calm while you were studying, even though thunderstorms might scare you from time to time at night.

As you made your way over to the building that held the first half of your classes, passing by a large statue of the universities founder, your eyes caught onto a newsletter that hung from a telephone poll nearby.

'Willow Tree,' it read, with information about an upcoming road trip to this lake out in the Sticks. Most of the Economics and Computing classes, along with some of the Track squad were allowed to go for freshmen and up.

Well, this is the first I'm hearing about it.

The Sticks. Where you used to live. That's a coincidence.

You shook your head, planning on learning more through your teacher later, and heading inside the building. It wasn't long until you walked down the clean and quiet hallway and found your class. There were a few students in there, some you assumed were nursing a hangover, and your teacher who's lesson was around it's mid-point.

His eyes were a beautiful emerald green like aways, his black hair hanging low against his forehead and nape. There were a few girls that'd love to bag a man like him, Toji Fushiguro. He had a son that went here that you knew very well, and was actually rather friendly despite his cold demeanor.

Toji looked more like a gang leader rather than an Economics teacher, in your opinion.

"Oh, hey," The man said, his eyes lifting from some paperwork towards you, you had just walked inside. "You're a little late, Y/n."

"Yeah, I'm sorry," You said, nodding as you closed the door. "I was studying and lost track of time. It won't happen again."

"I sure hope it won't, you're my best student after all."

Giving another nod, you headed over towards your seat and opened your bag. Some of the students there weren't really paying attention and listening, but that's to their own fault if they don't pass. Toji's words, not yours.

As your professor started speaking about the trip that was coming up, there was a knock at the door. Toji walked over after putting his stuff down and opened the door, revealing a student you assumed as you didn't pay much mind and continued to write down a few notes that were written on the board.

You didn't hear much but a name.

One single name. That's it.

"Sukuna Ryomen, is going to be attending this class for the next month or two for credits," Toji announced, your eyes darting up to look at the student you ignored earlier.

His hair was dyed a pink color with that same scar under his eye. How was he here in all places? You didn't want to say anything harsh about him, but he wasn't particularly college-material. He was the loud kid in the back of class that got in fights. Always had a few cuts from playing too hard in the play pen.

But the man you're looking at right now is nothing like the kid he was.

He was clean and seemed to be taking extra care of himself, physically. Exercising and eating right, having a proper sleep schedule without any bad habits. This couldn't be him, right?

Sukuna wouldn't dress like he was about to meet his girl's parents, properly shaved around the chin without a scratch. You could even hear a few girls cooing in the back row at the new student. He looked so perfect, nothing like the messy little boy you once knew..

This wasn't Sukuna, right?

"Treat him well, alright?" Toji finished, motioning for Sukuna to sit at one of the tables as the girls continued to coo and giggle over the freshman.

You couldn't blame them, Sukuna looked very handsome.

Rather rouge-ish look but also too simple and striking to be considered a bad-boy persona. He pulled some things from his bag as he sat down clicking a pen and turning his attention towards his professor. Your eyes could never peel from him, how could they?

Sukuna? At your school? It must be a dream.

"Anyhow, the field trip to the Willow Tree Farmhouse will be held at the end of the year for all students. " Toji continued, holding up a flyer and talking about fees for the trips and such until the bell rang.

Quickly, you stood and grabbed your things, the urge to talk to Sukuna on your mind after years. Though, you were stopped as Toji called your name and motioned for you to come to his desk. You gave a soft sigh, though you saw red eyes on you.

Sukuna's lidded eyes were staring you down from his spot at the exit, a girl already attempting to ask him out to which he ignored. The stare was so intense, making an old flutter in your heart ignite.

This wasn't normal at all..

How could it already be so soon? When did he move? You had so many questions you needed answered, so many things you wanted to talk about, but Sukuna was soon gone. The girl that was bothering him an annoyed mess as she left in the opposite direction. You found your way to Toji's desk, your professor sensing your unease and smiling.

"What's got you so upset, darling?"

"Hm?" Your head perked up, suddenly back from your dream world. "N-Nothing, sir. What do you need to talk to me about?"

"It's nothing you can't handle," Toji sighed, dropping his concern and pointing the pen in his hand towards the door where Sukuna formerly stood as he leaned back in his chair, a creak echoing from it's gears.

"The new kid. I wanted you to talk to him about the class and catch him up. He's been skipping out for half the year and he's severely behind in assignments."

Your professor stood from his seat and walked around his desk as your heart fluttered away. Was this your chance to reconcile? To apologize properly? To be friends again, from the beginning? To start over?

"I thought it'd be only fitting seeing as you must've grown up with each other," Toji said, folding his arms around his large chest. "Seeing as you both grew up in the Sticks."

You gave a nod, your eyes fixed on now particular area, your mind clouded with past memories and words. You had so much to tell him about, to say, to feel.

Did he still feel the same after so long?

The doubt in your heart ached, thought it would be expected. Anywhow, Toji wrote down your former friends dorm number and instructed your way inside the boy's dorms. Though, you would be forced to wait til after classes and go around 3 in the afternoon.

That wasn't going to be a bother, you could wait.

"Thank you," You said, dipping your head and exited the classroom. Toji gave a small goodbye before returning to his seat as a fresh wave of students entered behind you.

You walked towards your next class, a smile on your face as you felt all that past admiration and comfort fill your body.

Sukuna Ryomen, a name you thought you'd never hear again.

You were more than a little excited...

a/n: Already another fanfiction? Yes. I had a new idea for this one and wanted to start it already!! It's so fun to write for Sukuna, and make ya'll love him. I have more ideas for this slow burn, and it's going to be longer than Lost Lamb (:'D)!! You guys are going to love the shit out of this one, and the drama is going to be intense~

Chapter Song Theme: — Years & Years - Valentino (ft. MNEK) (lyrics

taglist: @mageyboo, @mzladyd, @mysticwonderlandangel, @sukunaspersonalfleshlight

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