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ohdudedhesflirting · 10 months

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I want cuddles

Pairing : Kim Tae Rae x gender neutral reader

Synopsis : Park date with pouty Tae Rae

Genre : Fluff

Warnings : Y/N is acting cute. Cringy, YN doesn’t like Indiana Jones movies

Notes : Nina I didn’t know if you wanted to be tagged since it’s not a matthew fic. English is not my first language

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“ Come ooon”

“ I don’t want to”

“Taerae seriously”

Looking at your boyfriend in front you, you wondered why was he being such a pouty baby.

You thought that it was a good day, sunny and not too hot but still warm enough to want to go to a park and take a stroll.

So that's what you did, you told him you had a surprise date for him and went to pick him up at work.

Sunglasses and sunscreen ready, you drove to a scenery park and not far from where you were living together. It was a great place. Many alleys, many plants, so many colors and smells.

You would be able to take a stroll nicely with your boyfriend and just enjoy the moment or at least that what you thought.

Understanding you weren't going home Taerae grew definitely pouty. And as you were both taking a walk together it truly seemed like he was bored and just wanted to go home.

Looking up from your shoulder you saw the brown haired boy walking slowly and without energy.

Without lasting one more second you went to him and put your hands on his back putting him close to you. This way you were able to fully take a close look at his face and see all of the details that was making you crazy for him.

“Tae tell me what is it ? Ever since we came out here you have been nothing but pouty... tell me what's wrong”

Just grumbling Tae Rae replied “it’s nothing really”

Pulling him even closer to you, leaving your faces just a few centimeters away from each other, you kept questioning him

“Tell me ! What is it a bad day at work ? Did the boys make you crazy ? Was it Gyuvin ? Did he break something again ?”

Just being even more pouty Tae Rae just denied it with his head

“Cooomee on tell me babe !”

Just mumbling he replied “I thought we were going home to cuddle”

Thinking you heard him wrong you replied slowly, looking at him completely confused “What”

“You said you a date planned that was really cozy and that would make me really happy us.. I thought we were going to go home and cuddle and just watch that Indiana Jones movie .. “

You couldn't even believe what you just heard and looked at your boyfriend with the biggest heart eyes that was possible. Quickly you put yourself on your toes and quickly joined your lips together.

God .. Kim Tae rae was such a cute man how could you resist him ?

“I’m sorry babe I didn't know you wanted some cuddles.. I want some cuddles too..”

This time it was Taerae turn to look at you with heart eyes. He loved it when you acted cute. He just wanted to have you cuddled up against him and slowly kissing your temple while watching a movie with you and that situation of taking a walk made him go crazy

“Listen.. we are going to leave but we'll play a game. The one that get the most different species of leaves can pick the movie”

Slowly pulling away from each other, you thought that the man of your life would just kiss you and accept but before you could understand you saw him run and starting to pick the leaves

“Hey !”

“I wanna watch the Indiana Jones movie and cuddle !”

Running after him, and picking leaves you yelled at him to wait for you.

You would have to watch Indiana Jones but being curdled up against your boyfriend would make up for it

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westanthewaterman · 2 years

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Kinktober - 8/31

Pairing: Illinois x GN!Reader

Kink(s): Begging

Contents: begging, daddy kink, use of kitten for reader, object insertion, sex toy (kinda), clothed Illi/naked reader

AN: This is extremely targeted, you know who you are :3 Also I bet no one thought I'd ever write this one, but here we are.

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“That’s it, kitten, spread your legs for me. Let Daddy see how worked up he’s gotten you.”

A wave of heat washes over you and you whine, hands shooting up to cover your face. Illinois chuckles from his place between your legs and reaches out to push your thighs open.

He lets out a deep moan, eyes glued to your obvious arousal.

“So ready, kitten. Is this all for me?”

You nod, still hiding your face.

“There’s no need to be shy, gorgeous. You know Daddy loves to see how flustered you get.”

Illinois slides his hands soothingly up and down your thighs, his calloused hands warming your skin. Peeking through your fingers, you’re met with that cocky smile that made you fall for the adventurer in the first place.

“You gonna let me see your face, darlin’?”

With a heavy, exaggerated sigh, you drop your hands and look down at him with a pout.

“There’s my cute kitty.”

Your pout doesn’t last for long with how infectious his smile is and he chuckles at the way you smile, squeezing your thighs gently.

“Hi,” you speak softly, reaching down to intertwine your fingers with his.

“Hey there, good lookin’. Fancy seein’ you here.”

Your attempt to roll your eyes is foiled by a strong hand cupping the back of your neck and pulling you up. Illinois presses his lips to yours, tangling his hand into your hair and slotting himself fully between your legs. In this position, you can feel his cock, hard and straining against the fabric of his jeans.

The hand not in your hair slips down between your legs, calloused fingers sliding over you. You cry out, hands shooting up to grab the front of Illinois’s shirt (reminding you that he hasn’t shed a single piece of clothing besides his shoes while you are completely bare beneath him).

“Such a good kitty, body always so eager for me. I don’t even need to get you ready, do I? I could just slide right in.”

You nod frantically, bucking up against his hand. “Always ready for you.”

“I know you are, darlin’. But I wanna take my time makin’ sure you’re nice an’ open for me.”

A whine leaves your lips and you flop back down onto the sleeping bag with a sigh, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

Illinois snickers, returning to kneeling between your legs, his rich, honey eyes glued to the way his fingers rub and trace over you.

“You want my fingers, baby?”

His voice is deep and rough, and it sends little jolts of pleasure shooting up your spine. Squeezing your eyes shut, you whimper and spread your legs open wider.

He takes your chin in his hand, stroking a thumb over your bottom lip. “Ah, ah, kitten, if you want something, you gotta ask for it. You need to use your words.”

“Please?” You look up at him with your best puppy eyes, taking the tip of his thumb into your mouth for good measure.

Illinois groans with a lazy smile. “You’ve got me wrapped around your little finger, don’t ya darlin’? I’d do anything when you look at me like that.”

A single thick finger slips inside you and you let out a long moan, throwing your head back against the pillow.

“Daddy,” you whimper.

“That’s it, kitten. So good for Daddy, letting him know how good he makes you feel.”

Illinois fucks his finger in and out of you slowly, every once in a while curling it to hit that spot inside you that pulls a small cry from your lungs.

“I need more.” You groan.

“Yeah?” He speeds up his pace. “You want more? Beg for it.”

“Please, please, Daddy. I need you to fill me up, please, I need it so bad.”

The finger inside of you slips out and you let out a long whine, bucking your hips up into the air. Illinois smiles, stroking your cheek gently.

“Easy, darlin’. Daddy’s gonna give you what you want.”

He reaches down and you think he’s going to unbuckle his belt, but to your surprise, and disappointment, his hand moves further to the side and he grabs the handle of his whip holstered to his waist.

“W-What-”

He shushes you softly, pulling the whip free and running a hand along the smooth leather of the thong (yes, that’s what the long part of the whip is called, leave me alone). A devilish smirk crosses his face and dark eyes look you over with intent.

“Illi?”

Ignoring you, Illinois takes the thick handle into his hand, turning it in his hand so he’s holding the top of it instead of the bottom. He directs it down between your legs, and you shriek at the feeling of the cold leather against your heated skin.

“Don’t worry, kitten, it’ll warm up in just a second.”

“Y-You’re gonna…”

“I’ve been sayin’ I was gonna do this forever, darlin’, but I don’t think you believed me.”

“Well, I mean-”

Your response is cut off by a moan as he rubs the handle over your arousal in slow strokes.

The adventurer laughs, moving the handle down to prod at your entrance and pressing it just barely inside before pulling it out again.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it darlin’?”

“I want your cock.” You whine.

“That’s not what you said. You said you wanted to be filled, Daddy is gonna give you what you asked for.”

He pushes the handle in again, this time leaving it inside you. You clench around it, gasping at the way the textured leather rubs against your walls.

“F-Fuck.”

“You gonna be a good kitty and take what Daddy’s giving you?” His free hand moves down to rub over you.

You nod frantically, bucking up against his hand with a soft moan.

“What did I say about using your words, baby?”

“Pl-Please, I’ll be good, I promise. Wanna be full.”

“Good, so well behaved for me. I’ll make you a deal, kitten. If you let Daddy have his fun, he’ll give you his cock. How does that sound?”

“I like the sound of that.”

“There’s just one caveat.”

“W-What?”

Illinois pulls the whip handle out of you and thrusts it quickly back in, starting a fast pace fucking you open. He leans down to press his lips against your ear.

“If you cum, then you don’t get Daddy’s cock. Understand?”

#illinois x reader #illinois x reader smut #nsft #kinktober 2022 #kinktober #gn!reader #indiana jones knockoff #west writes #drabbles

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spider-bren · 10 months

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I am open to taking requests. I need someone on this klaber brainrot with me. If you have any klaber x voller ideas. Or just wanna scream how hot klaber looked. Or mads. Or wanna send fem/masc/gn x reader prompts just send me an ask. I'm on a buzz and nothing will sastify me.

#indiana jones 5 #dial of destiny #fanfic #klaber x voller #klaber #jurgen voller #boyd hobrook #mads mikkleson #male reader #female reader #gn reader #x reader #send requests

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daddy-issues-99 · 10 months

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Fanfic Material List!!!

(Some of these are from when I just started writing so if they're cringy I'm so sorry 🫣)

Transformers

Horror

Marvel

Star Wars

Harry Potter

LOTR/TH

John Wick

TMNT

Call Of Duty

Other:

Goodnight Robicheaux x f!reader smut

Jack In The Box x f!reader Fluff

1993 Three Musketeer's: What would they be like in a relationship?

Possessed Indiana Jones x f!reader

Zak Bagans with a ghost s/o Fluff

Mothman x GN reader

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midnightreid · 2 years

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STRANGER THINGS SMUT MASTERLIST

STRANGER THINGS SMUT MASTERLIST = 21/08/22

TAGLIST | REQUEST FORM

Hiya, here are all my NSFW Stranger Things pieces. Right now, I usually write fics for GN! reader with female anatomy, so please be aware of that!

You must be OVER 18 to read and follow, and if you'd like to request send it to my ASK BOX!

You can find my SFW pieces over at @will-on-the-internet!

Right now I am writing for:

Steve Harrington

Jonathan Byers

Eddie Munson

Robin Buckley

Eddie x Steve x Reader

Eddie x Steve

Jonathan x Steve

STEVE HARRINGTON

Night Lights Summary: Hotel sex with Steve, way above the night lights.

Mine Summary: You knew you were pushing all of Steve's buttons, but boy was it worth it.

Indiana Jones Summary: When Steve persuades you to dress up as Marion while he dresses up as Indiana Jones for the Family Video stores Halloween shift, you didn’t think things could get much better. Until the two of you are left in the shop alone…

Bathroom Thrills Summary: Bathroom sex might not be the most romantic thing in the world, but with Steve, you always need more.

All Day Steve Harrington has always been a tease, so you pay him back.

JONATHAN BYERS

Bound Together Summary: First times weren't always perfect or simple or exciting, but with Jonathan, it didn't need to be.

EDDIE MUNSON

Trouble Maker Summary: Eddie Munson has always been a trouble maker, and he knows exactly how to push your buttons. But that doesn't stop you from making him yours.

Lucky Boy Summary: Eddie Munson always deserves a reward when he's done well, so after another magnificent show with his band, who are you to deny him his prize, in the back of the van, naked and all to himself.

Show Me Summary: When you admit to Eddie that you've never had a good experience in bed, he's determined to change that, and boy does he make you realise what you've been missing out on.

Needy Boy Summary: Eddie Munson isn't feeling himself, and when you find out your needy boy just wants you, you give him everything he desires.

Dirty Thing: You've pushed the limit with teasing Eddie tonight, and he's going to do everything in your power to eat your own words. Hold on tight little thing. The reader is AFAB, but uses gender-neutral pronouns!

EDDIE MUNSON X STEVE HARRINGTON X READER

Show: Eddie likes to show you off, and what better person to show you off to than Steve Harrington, the man of both your dreams? GN! READER!

Strung: Eddie's always liked dishing out punishments, and when Steve fucks up, it's up to you and Eddie to make sure he learns his lesson. GN! READER!

ROBIN BUCKLEY

Coming soon!

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judgementdaysunshine · 1 year

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Yoooo! How about some Indiana Jones x reader? Maybe indiana surprises the reader with a vacation that doesn't involve artifacts/treasure hunting?

Thank you!! <3333

Woooo okay dokey!

Jones vacation

Pairing:Indiana Jones x GN reader

Description:After getting engaged Indy takes you on a surprise vacation

You smile following Indy to the car excited to where the two of you were going listening to music on the radio as he drove to the airport.He told you that the two of you were going somewhere in honor of getting engaged but wouldn't tell you where thinking it would end up with the two of you somewhere in the desert hunting some rare treasure from god knows how many time periods ago.You both quietly laugh,eat,and sleep on the plane until you landed getting outside of the airport and being blindfolded by him and going in a car mostly likely a cab or a rental car "Honey where are you taking me" he laughs as you look around despite not being able to see "Oh baby you'll see it's a surprise" you hold his hand the rest of the way until the car stops and he helps you out leading you with his arm as you try to guess where the two of you are knowing it was too cool and sunny to be the desert and to warm to be anywhere with snow.After walking for a couple of minutes you felt sand under your feet waiting patiently as he took the blindfold off your face immediately covering your mouth and your eyes widening in awe of the view infront of you of the clear blue and green ocean and almost white sand and the sea turtles going in the water realizing you were at the beach "Surprise darling" you turn with the biggest smile on your face hugging him as you both go and get changed.You spend hours on the beach sun bathing,tanning,and swimming going back taking a cold shower,eating dinner,dousing each other in aloe and finally going to sleep in each other's arms once the aloe got you cold enough to not be in pain and enjoy the next few weeks at the beach before going back home to celebrate with both your families and friends and to start planning your wedding together.

#indiana jones x reader #harrison ford #indiana jones #harrison ford x reader

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leighsartworks216 · 7 months

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Markiplier Egos Masterlist

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The Host

Please Stay - The Host x gn!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, lots of blood, wound descriptions, implied self-h*rm, awkwardness, just sorta the beginning stages of a crush so it's really cute

Help - The Host x gn!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, depression, intrusive thoughts

Friendship - The Host x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Cuddles - The Host x gn!reader (platonic)

Warnings: swearing, anxiety, awkwardness

“Did you sleep well?” Headcanons - The Host x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Wilford Warfstache

Blanket Thief - Wilford x gn!reader

Warnings: none, just pure fluff

Scary Movie Night - Wilford x gn!reader

Warnings: broken glass, panic attack, swearing, hurt/comfort but mostly fluff

Wilf Welcoming You Back Home Headcanons - Wilford x gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of food and drink

Yancy

Pet - Yancy x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing, reader is angy, bad accents

Parole - Yancy x gn!reader

Warnings: cat

My Handsome Guy - trans!Yancy x transmasc!reader

Warnings: dysphoria (not explicit), Yancy calls you “doll” in a gender neutral way, period stuff

Breakfast - Yancy x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing, slight paranoia (?), slight abandonment issues

Star-gazing - Yancy x gn!reader x Illinois

Warnings: none

Solitary - Yancy x gn!reader

Warnings: panic attack, claustrophobia, swearing, hurt/comfort

Hyperfixations - Yancy x autistic!gn!reader x Illinois

Warnings: slight swearing???, fluff

Darkiplier

Just a Little Dark Drabble - Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: none

A Thousand Awful Days - Dark x transmasc!reader

Warnings: dysphoria, swearing, fluff

Overwhelmed - Part 2 - Dark x (implied) autistic!gn!reader

Warnings: overstimulation/sensory overload, being nonverbal, zoning out, swearing, can be read as platonic

Damien and Dark ramble - Damien x gn!reader, Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Grief - Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: grieving, depression, loss of a pet

Period Pains - Dark x AFAB!reader

Warnings: talk of period stuff that may cause dysphoria

Trauma (Songfic) - Dark x DA!reader, Damien x DA!reader

Warnings: angst

Birthday Wishes - Dark x DA!reader

Warnings: mentions of purgatory, fire/matches and a knife

Dark Drabble - Dark x DA!reader

Warnings: none

Just A Child - Dark & teenage!gn!reader (platonic)

Warnings: Actor is a creep (implied), hurt/comfort themes

Panic Attack Comfort Headcanons - Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: panic attack (obvi), mostly fluff

Pretty Boy - King!Dark x masc!reader

Warnings: things get a little spicy 😳

Gone, I’m Gone (Songfic) - Dark/Damien x DA!reader

Warnings: explicit descriptions of blood, broken bones, starvation and dehydration, swearing, manipulation, extreme angst

Papers (Songfic) - Dark/Damien x DA!reader

Warnings: Actor is an asshole, angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of some events from WKM

Illinois

Of Cowboys, Cave Ins, and Crushes - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: being trapped in a small area, death, minor injuries that are not explicitly described

Partner - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Free of Charge - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: illness, swearing, hurt/comfort

Reckless - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: death, blood, injury, swearing, ANGST

Family Reunion - Illinois, no reader

Warnings: none

Stay Safe - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing

Star-gazing - Illinois x gn!reader x Yancy

Warnings: none

Careful Not To Fall In Love - Illinois & Indiana Jones

Warnings: none

Hyperfixations - Illinois x autistic!gn!reader x Yancy

Warnings, slight swearing??, fluff

Damien

Midnight, The Stars and You (Songfic Kinda) - Damien x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Damien and Dark ramble - Damien x gn!reader, Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Trauma (Songfic) - Dark x DA!reader, Damien x DA!reader

Warnings: angst

Gone, I’m Gone (Songfic) - Damien/Dark x DA!reader

Warnings: explicit descriptions of blood, broken bones, starvation and dehydration, swearing, manipulation, extreme angst

Sodomy - Damien x male!DA!reader

Warnings: internalized homophobia, religious trauma, hinted emotionally abusive parents, sodomy laws

Papers (Songfic) - Damien/Dark x DA!reader

Warnings: Actor is an asshole, angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of some events from WKM

Googleplier

Hug - Google x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Reader Who Can’t Spell Headcanons - Google x gn!reader

Warnings: none

First Kiss Headcanons - Google x gn!reader

Warnings: none

ISWM

You’re Not The Captain AU

One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Ficlet

You’re Another Engineer AU

One

Captain’s Log - Ficlet - Addition

Dogs in Space Headcanons - ISWM Crew + Captain!reader (Slight Captaineer)

Engineer Mark

Kiss It Better - Engineer Mark x gn!reader

Warnings: minor injury, but mostly just fluff

Captain, My Captain - Engineer Mark x AFAB!reader

Warnings: period fic, cramps, swearing

In My Solitude (Songfic) - Engineer Mark x gn!reader

Warnings: loneliness, depression, possible su*c*dal thought (written in red text just in case), death, heavy angst, maybe a little fluffy at the end but like a sad fluffy

I Missed You - Engineer Mark x transmasc!reader

Warnings: being (unintentionally) misgendered

#1 Captain - Engineer Mark x gn!reader

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort

Your Captain - Engineer Mark x gn!reader

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, loss of identity, overworking

#fanfic #fanfiction #markiplier #markiplier egos #markiplier egos x reader #mayor damien x reader #damien x reader #wilford warfstache x reader #wilford x reader #darkiplier x reader #host x reader #illinois x reader #yancy x reader #engineer mark x reader #googleplier x reader

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lostfirefly · 3 months

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Thank you for your tag, @gingernut1314

One Piece

Updates are coming.

• You've Got the Same Dream as Me

Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10 (holy shit)

Catherine, a librarian who is searching for the trail of her sister who went missing on an expedition. Notes in books and diaries lead her to Cairo. There she finds a retailer from an artifact shop who, in exchange for selling her a map and equipment, insists that Catherine take her along. They get into a little (or maybe a big) adventure.. (based on my dream with Tom Cruise and Henry Cavill, but they have been replaced). Main characters: Sir Crocodile x OC, Buggy x OC. Catch Indiana Jones' vibes.

• Date Night (fluff and arguing)

My lovely Catherine and Buggy from "I've got..." are going on a date.

• Nightmare (the title can be changed) - pure fluff

The idea came after my nightmare tonight. Buggy x GN!Reader

Thank you, my lovely blue-haired clown for being an inspiration

#my wips #wip #one piece #opla buggy

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mothgodofchaos · 1 year

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Postcards

I’m not dead! Health has been kicking my ass, and so has this fic idea. I hope you enjoy your adventurer man content.

Illinois x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 1218

Ever since your adventure together, you decided to keep in touch. Cell service wasn’t always available, so you both agreed to become pen pals. He’d write you letters or postcards from wherever he was in the world, sometimes sending you a small trinket or some other gift. You’d always write about it back to him, about how much you liked (or disliked) it. His sending address was always different, but he always assured you that he was getting your letters. Something about a friend that was house sitting for him or something along those lines. Marquis? You think that was the name, but you couldn’t be sure. As long as he wasn’t reading what you were sending, you didn’t really care. You looked forward to getting your mail, or the occasional text from him whenever he was in the airport. He’d send a selfie when he could, always sporting that charismatic grin and that stupid hat of his. But suddenly it was just, silence. He mentioned in his last text that you may not hear from him for a bit, that he was going on a “big adventure”. Something about scoring the biggest treasure of his career. You thought it would simply be another week or so, but it’s been months of nothing. No texts, no calls, no postcards, no letters. You wondered if maybe he got lost, or if this last one had been his final one. Until your phone begins buzzing, and you hear the rare but familiar chime of the Indiana Jones theme song. Your heart skips a beat as you pick up the phone frantically, your thumb missing the button to accept a few times. “Illy! Illy, where on Earth have you been! I’ve gotten nothing for months!” “I’m sorry, treasure. Just got a little caught up and didn’t have the time to mail the postcards I got for you. Have a big ol’ stack of them for you right in my hand.” He sounded out of breath, until you heard the slam of a car door, and his breathing slow, presumably he’s sitting down in it now. He gives some sort of instruction to the driver that you can’t make out, but you’re relieved just hearing his voice. “I’m gonna be on the road for a bit, why don’t you and I make up for lost time, no letter, just on the phone, here?” “Will you have service the whole time?” “Oh, absolutely, treasure. I’ll be okay. Just tell me how life has been.” As prompted, you begin telling him about all the things that have happened to you recently. How you got promoted and the guy who thought he was gonna get it is being all passive aggressive now and trying to undermine you, or how your car got hit by a rogue frying pan in an IKEA parking lot. He chuckles and offers his condolences, but as much as you try and pry, he insists he just wants to hear you talk. So you continue talking. About how you wanted to get a golden retriever puppy that you saw at the shelter near your work, name him “Nugget”. “That sounds like a perfect name, very fitting knowing you.” You beam at his compliment. The more you continue to talk, the better you feel. You make dinner as you’re on the phone with him, switching to Bluetooth earbuds so you can have your hands free. He spoke about how one day he’d like to cook with you. He enjoys cooking, but never has time with his job. You add it to a mental checklist of things to do with him, one day. For a few hours, you stay on the phone with him. Sometimes you were worried that you lost him, but he always assured you that he was still there if he was quiet for too long. It felt like he was there with you, and a big part of you wished he was. You hear the car stop, and the door open, and then slam shut again. He pays the driver, and you hear him hoist his pack onto his back, starting his trek to somewhere again. “Don’t sound so disappointed, sweetheart. I’m still on the phone with you.” “I know, but soon you won’t be. When will I see you again, Illy?” “I think sooner than you think~” You hear a knock at the door, surprising you. You open the door to see your adventurer standing in front of you, and watch as he hangs up the call in front of you. “Illy-” He lifts you up with his tanned arms, the shift of his shirt showing off his impressive farmer’s tan. You’re pulled up until you’re nose to nose with your adventurer, looking into each others’ eyes. You couldn’t help but get lost in his honey-golden eyes, that twinkles and shined as his infectious grin creeps back onto his face. “You came, you came to see me-” “I had to make sure my last adventure was for the most priceless treasure I could find. I’ve been all over the globe, but nothing has ever measured up to you~” A blush spreads across your cheeks, not used to the smooth talking that you used to simply brush off the last time you saw him. But, you couldn’t help but notice his face. Not the usual expression when he’s just trying to fluster you, a genuine smile, that he meant every word. Impatience gets the better of you, and you grab his face, pulling him in for a kiss. The kiss felt like all those years apart, all the letters, all the calls, the glimpses of him that you had been holding onto, and so much more. He was warm, like cinnamon, honey, and citrus tea. Soothing the harshest of colds, homey, and wonderful. And yours. You break from the kiss, both of you catching your breath as he sets you down. He guides you into the kitchen, setting a stack of postcards on the counter. He wasn’t kidding about the size, but you notice a lack of writing on them. “Will you go get your postcards for me, sweetheart?” “S-sure-” You move to the living room, grabbing the postcards you kept from the drawer or your desk. You bring them back to the kitchen, and he takes them from you gently. “I wasn’t able to send these in time, so I hope this will do.” He sets them up on the counter, overlapping them so only the first letter of the location was visible, carefully aligning their edges. You’re mesmerized as he works quietly, humming to himself. He steps back, guiding you gently by your shoulders to look at his work. You cover your mouth with a short gasp as you read it all out. “WILL YOU BE MY TREASURE FOREVER” He breaks the silence, rubbing your shoulders. “Sorry about the lack of punctuation, couldn’t find places that started with a comma or question mark~” He chuckles, but your lack of change in your expression begins to concern him. “Treasure…?” “Yes, Illy-” “Ye-” You turn around, pulling him down into a kiss that he happily reciprocates. “I’m not going anywhere without you, ever again. Or our little golden Nugget~” “Can we get him tomorrow??” “Anything for my precious treasure~”

#illinois james #illinois james markiplier #ahwm illinois #illinois ahwm #ahwm #ahwm illinois x reader #ahwm illinois james x reader #illinois x reader #illinois james x reader #markiplier egos #pantry dweller #chaoswrites

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tomurderornottomurder · 2 years

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the eternal idol; eddie munson

pair. eddie munson x gn!reader

summ. (request) goody two shoes reader gets caught shoplifting and eddie has to pick them up but turns out reader was trying to lift the newest black sabbath record for eddie's birthday that they didn't have money for

gen. angst, fluff

tw. police, getting arrested, shoplifting, eddie is v affectionate

wc. 1.8k+

note. not been feeling great so sorry about being SO slow on requests. i'm not sure how cohesive this fic is, if it is that bad please lmk

Your hands shake as you enter the store. You look over the expansive collection of vinyl records and the faces of rockstars on posters, and the few guitars that hang off the wall. You flick your eyes over to the older man behind the counter who doesn't even lift his head at your presence. You rub your hands together, trying to calm yourself down. You can't already look this suspicious! Calm down! Despite your commands, you remain helplessly anxious.

You try to calm yourself and act as casually as possible while feeling on fire. You walk the expanse of the store, run your fingers over records, and admire the handsome men and women decorating the walls. You round the metal section a few times, eyeing the newest Black Sabbath record. It's perfect! It was what you came in here for anyway, but it looked different up close; it looked like a statuette Indiana Jones would steal. And it felt like you were Indiana Jones. (Unfortunately for you, you're not as slick).

Shoplifting wasn't as easy as one of your friends had made it out to be and besides, this was your first time doing so. And stealing a whole record rather than a cassette wasn't your best choice. It happened all so fast. You slipped the record into your jacket, stepped out of the shop, and when you got that brief relief, you were grabbed by the old man at the counter. Shit! Shit! Shit! This wasn't how it was supposed to go! Fuck! The old man tugs you inside, nearly gripping his fingers into your flesh as he guides you into some dank backroom. He presses on your shoulder making you fall against a worn leather couch.

"Where's the record, kid?"

Defeatedly, you reach into your jacket and hand it over. "I'm sorry," You mumble hanging your head.

The old man takes the record and hums, barely looking in your direction. He takes the phone off the wall and you assume he's calling the police.

Well, this fucking sucks. All you can feel are rapid waves of heat running up your spine and tears pricking at your eyes. You barely ever get into trouble. Just being yelled at could make you sob for hours. Your brain is more or less blank, adrenaline pumping through your blood as your heart keeps beating out of your chest. Really all you can do is sit there silently waiting to get picked up by the police. At least the old man isn't freaking out on you, you guess.

---

It goes further downhill from there. An officer comes and puts you in cuffs while tears streak your cheeks; the cuffs are cold, tight, and painful. Your heart still beats out of your chest, beating so loudly you can just barely make out the officer's voice. It's like your body's on high alert but you can't move and your muscles are far stiffer than they should be and your head is pounding with the pumping of blood through it. You're disorientated throughout the whole ordeal, just managing to walk straight as the officer leads you to his cruiser.

You're shoved inside a bit harshly and your elbows crash into the hard plastic of the backseat. The door is slammed shut and the force from it reverberates throughout your body. Your cuffs dig deep into your skin as the car starts up and you're jostled against the hard and cold plastic seat. You groan and close your eyes as tears well up again, this time with a renewed vengeance. The tears sting as they prick at your eyes and you can't help but feel a little stupid over crying about this but then again, you don't know what to do and you've never been in trouble with the law; this is terrifying.

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Shakily, you take hold of the payphone so conveniently placed along the wall of your holding cell. You hold the phone up to your ear as you dial Eddie's number. You inhale an unsteady breath as you listen to the ringing of the line. You tap your foot, trying not to be too noisy considering the other much tougher-looking occupants in the shared cell. You're practically huddled in the corner, cradling the phone as you try to shrink yourself away and out of existence. It didn't help that you had clearly been crying and somehow the way that these people just looked tough made you feel even worse about it.

You light up a little as you hear Eddie's voice on the line. Finally. You almost let out a sigh of relief before your thoughts muddle and you start worrying about what Eddie will think about all of this. "Eddie the banished and badass here, who is it?" You stifle a chuckle at what some could call a greeting.

"Hey.., Eddie.." You practically whisper, your voice hoarse and your lips nearly touching the phone. "I need you to pick me up," You add with tears yet again pooling in your eyes.

"Woah, hey, sweetheart, is that you? Are you okay? What happened?"

"I'll explain later just please, Eddie. I'm at the station, they said I needed-"

"Woah, what!? You got arrested?!"

You cringe at his words, bunching up your body. You knew it, he was mad. He hates you. "Eddie, please-"

"I'll be down there in a minute, my little spitfire. I have got to know what you got into." And just like that, he hangs up.

You're torn inside from knowing Eddie would never be mad at you to the possibility that now may be the one exception. You guess you can't know for sure until Eddie arrives. And he does, like your knight in shining armor. You watch him with glassy eyes as he swings his hips almost making a show of sauntering up to the police chief, coming here on his own accord rather than being dragged by an officer. He speaks with the chief before speaking to another officer then walking over to you, a playful smile on his lips. You're a little bewildered at his behavior, it fits him sure, but you are convinced that he would be mad at you.

"Hey," He greets curtly, "you'll be out in a minute." He sends you a soft smile. "But we definitely gotta talk after this."

You knew it! A part of you feels validated that he's mad because you're right, but your heart drops at the notion of him being upset because of you. The officer pulls Eddie aside and you're left to stew in your thoughts again. God, this was so stupid. You watch on nervously as Eddie is led over to a desk and the officer points at some piece of paper. He leans over the desk with one hand resting on top of it and his other scribbling away his signature. Once he's done the officer takes the paper and walks off while Eddie approaches you again. You try your best this time to not look like a nervous wreck but you can't really determine whether it works or not.

"Your first time in here, isn't it?" Eddie asks amused. You nod and Eddie chuckles, looking down for a quick moment. "You get used to it... or you won't, y'know being you," He pushes your shoulder lightly.

Before you can even think about that exchange, a jingle of keys is heard, drawing both your and Eddie's attention.

"Finally!" Eddie exclaims.

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The car ride is dead silent minus the rumbling of the engine and the softly playing music. You play with your fingers as you sit in an anxious pit of despair, going over about a thousand times how and why Eddie will be pissed off. You've got about zero evidence to back up any and all of your thoughts and yet your brain is on rapid fire with it all.

Meanwhile, Eddie drives letting his mind wander to what you could have possibly done even if you were allowed out right away. He wonders if maybe you had gotten into a fight over someone being an asshole but there wasn't a mark on you to indicate such an event. He tries to rack his brain for a possible answer but doesn't end up with anything before he's pulling into what you could call his driveway.

You get out of the van, slowly approaching Eddie's door, dreading the moment you walk through and you have to talk to him about it. It felt like such a stupid thing but your brain really made a whole ordeal about it and you sure are feeling it.

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Ten more minutes of silence as you and Eddie both sit on his bed. "Okay," Eddie breaks through the tension, his voice like a knife against the butter that is the tension in his room. "What'd you do? It can't be that bad." He looks at you with those big, brown, cow-like eyes.

"I- Well... I was trying to take a record,"

Eddie laughs. "Really?" He looks at you incredulously. "Since when did you become an outlaw?"

"Eddie."

"Sorry," He puts his hands up. "It's just- I've never even seen you talk bad about someone. How did you upgrade to stealing?"

You wince at that.

"Sorry, shoplifting. There was no heist, right my little mastermind?"

You roll your eyes before sighing. "No. I just wanted to get you a present for your birthday."

"Wait!" Eddie puts his hand up, directly in front of your face. He turns completely so his whole body is facing you. "You," He points at you, "were stealing for me?" He looks intensely at you.

You nod, "Yeah."

And just like that Eddie explodes. He bounces on his bed as a huge grin takes over his features. "That's the sweetest thing someone's ever done for me!"

"Eddie that is so-"

"Ssh," He presses a finger to your lips. He gives you a quick peck on the cheek.

All your thoughts dissolve away in that instant. It was just a quick little peck, meaningless, and in the heat of the moment but it lights a fire that burns the negative thoughts and leaves in its place your adoration for Eddie. Like a monument burned into the landscape of your brain. It takes you a moment to process him poking at you, curious to know more.

"What record was it? And a record? Why didn't you snatch a cassette?"

You wish you knew the answer to that last question too but the ordeal was over now and it didn't matter anymore. "The Eternal Idol, Metallic's newest."

Eddie then takes hold of your arms and practically shakes you along with his whole bed and the trailer itself. "Their new album!" He screeches. "Oh my god!"

"But I didn't get it,"

"It's the thought that counts, sweetheart." He pulls you in by the back of the head and presses yet another kiss to your cheek.

"Eddie, if you don't stop I'm going to think you're in love with me or something."

"Who says I'm not?" He smiles widely at you, taking his seat across from you again. "Next time you steal though, babe, maybe let me teach you a thing or two."

#murder writes #murder's requests #eddie munson x gn reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson encourages you to steal #eddie munson x reader

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Kissing Indiana Jones Would Include:

Title: Kissing Indiana Jones Would Include:

Indiana Jones X GN Reader

Additional Characters: N/A

Requested by @doctoriletyougotogalaxy!

WC: 867

Warnings: Slight suggestiveness, kissing?, Indy is a simp really, and fluff

Indy loves kissing you.

He had the moment he first laid his lips on yours at the end of your third date on the porch of your home.

He loved every minute of it.

The way your hands were in his hair, the smile on your face as you leaned into him and kissed his cheek softly after pulling away, like it was the most natural thing in the world… He would always be grateful that he had the chance to kiss you.

When he does kiss you, he cherishes it, like the most precious gift he could ever receive. He thinks about how soft your lips are, like cotton candy, just waiting for him to take a bite. His fingers trace the curves of your face, memorizing every single one of them. He has memorized them already, but there is always something new.

He loves the feel of your arms wrapped around his shoulders and pulling him closer. He loves the warmth of your body against his, especially when your legs wrap around his waist as if it's a common occurrence. You’re so warm.

On other occasions, he'd be eager, hungrily, desperately, wanting to taste your mouth again and again and again. He’d want to devour you whole and never stop.

But right now, he just wants to stay where he is, pressed up against you, holding your hand and kissing you senselessly. You back against the wall, his hat tossed somewhere, landing on the floor, with the two of you still in each other’s arms, clinging to each other as if your life depended on it.

He presses his lips to your forehead, your cheeks, your jaw, then down your neck and collarbone. Your fingers dig into his back, nails scratching at his skin, marking a promise to a long night ahead of them.

Right now, he just wants to hold you forever.

To take you in his arms, and kiss you until you can’t breathe anymore. To make you forget everything except him and how much he loves you. To tell you all the things he hasn’t been able to say, all the things that have been weighing heavily on his heart since the day he met you.

He doesn’t know why the feeling is so overwhelming, but it is. It’s like something inside him has been crying out to see you again. To kiss you again. He feels like he has waited centuries for this, and maybe he has.

But in the end, kissing you, he feels weightless, like nothing matters anymore except the taste of your lips, your skin against his, your arms around his neck. Like no one else in the universe matters more than you.

That’s all he needs to know. Because no matter what happens, he knows that he will always come home to you after his adventures. You'll always be here for him. You'll always love him.

And that's enough.

You're his true treasure, the one he had always been searching for. The one that he finally found in his dreams, and in reality.

You loved kissing Indy.

It was like you died and went to heaven every time.

Your lips were soft and tasted like strawberries, and they moved perfectly against Indy's lips.

You craved his touch because Indy’s lips were softer than silk and made you dizzy. You wanted to run your hands through his hair, pull him closer, feel his strong muscles against yours, and hold him tight.

His hair was soft under your fingertips, silky smooth, and he smelled like cinnamon and vanilla from whatever shampoo he used.

He was so close to you, you could feel the steady beat of his heartbeat, which you felt against your chest. Every kiss sent chills running down your spine and made you giddy like you were drunk.

You didn't want to pull away, but you had to breathe; you needed air, and you couldn’t keep kissing him like this forever.

Indy pulled away reluctantly, but only slightly, his breath fanning over your face.

Then he looked at you with those gorgeous green eyes, and asked, “Can I ask you something?”

You giggled, “Sure, Indy.”

“Can I kiss you again?”

You sighed happily, “I’d love that.” Then you smiled, because the answer really wasn’t that hard, “You can, Indy. As many times as you want.” As Indy leaned forward, you pressed your pointer finger to his lips, pausing him. "But, only if I can do the same." You whispered.

Indy's face broke into a mischievous smirk, which seemed to stretch across half of his face, lighting up his entire being. He nodded eagerly and pressed his lips to yours in one swift motion.

You closed your eyes and melted into his embrace.

His hand stroked your hair gently, cupping the back of your neck, the other held your waist lightly, as if afraid that if he squeezed too tightly, you'd disappear into thin air.

And when he finally pulled away, his eyes locked on yours, a deep, contented sigh escaping his parted lips. He rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. “I love you."

You closed your own eyes, a content smile on your face, "I know."

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lemonsprite · 10 months

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ɪɴᴛʀᴏ!! :]

Master list <3 My non-fanfic related blog <3 My AO3 <3

Hi, I'm Jojo! (Also known as gloooomanddooom on ao3!) I’m 18 years old and my pronouns are he/they. I also speak English and Deutsch and am autistic and have ADD.

I write works for a multitude of ships and fandoms but occasionally I'll write an x reader.

For those I mainly write gn or male-aligned readers. I might write a female-aligned reader at some point but if that's what you're looking for my blog is probably not for you (sorry).

Some of the fandoms I write for are:

Lord of the Rings

Star Wars

Moon Knight

Indiana Jones

Spider-man

Final Fantasy XV

Resident Evil

Final Fantasy VII

Devil May Cry

Harry Potter

Call of Duty

BBC Ghosts

Rambo

Baldurs Gate 3

My requests are open!

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westanthewaterman · 2 years

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Yancy x GN!Reader x Illinois

Rating: NSFW

Word count: 1900+

Notes: I’ve had this on my computer for like a month and I have finally gotten around to finishing it

Contents: handcuffs, degradation, unsafe sex, threesome, Yancy is a voyeur and likes to be degraded, Illinois has a dirty mouth

AO3

Yancy tugs on the cuffs. “Youse gotta be kiddin’ me.”

“You said you wanted to watch,” Illinois smirks.

“This ain’t really what I had in mind. Y/N, were youse in on this?”

You try to act nonchalant, but there’s a mischievous glint in your eyes. “...Maybe.”

“It was their idea.” Illinois presses himself against your back, turning your head to press a kiss to your lips. “Your love’s a trouble maker, Yance. I like them.”

He presses open-mouthed kisses against the side of your neck sucking and nipping occasionally. He hasn’t shaved in a few days and the stubble covering his jawline scratches deliciously against the sensitive skin of your neck.

Yancy groans. “Noisy, come on. Youse not really gonna make me sit here and watch youse two have fun without me.”

“What do you think, darlin’? You wanna let him play with us?”

You shake your head, giving Yancy a once-over. “No, he can watch.”

With a snicker, Illinois pulls you into a heated kiss, his tongue running along your bottom lip and pushing into your mouth. You groan, undoing the buttons on his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders, running your hands over the smooth, tan skin of his chest. He pulls away to slip your shirt off and starts trailing kisses down your throat and to your chest. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, grazing his teeth over the sensitive nub, making you moan.

Yancy groans behind you, but the two of you pay him no mind. Illinois pushes you to sit on the foot of the bed, pulling off your pants and underwear, leaving you exposed to the two men.

“Spread your legs for me, darlin’.”

You do as he says and a pleased noise rumbles in his throat at the sight of your arousal. Illinois reaches down to slide his hands over you teasingly.

“Come on, Illi, no teasing.” You whine.

“Be patient, good things come to those who wait.” He winks.

He grabs a bottle of lube from the nightstand and pours some of it onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm it up and moving them down between your legs. He spreads the lube over your entrance before pressing a single finger into you, his other hand reaching up to tweak one of your nipples.

You fall back onto your elbows, grinding your hips down into his touch. He presses another finger inside you and it sets your body on fire. You try to hold back your moans with a hand over your mouth but Illinois pulls it away.

“Don’t keep quiet. You want him to hear you, right?”

“Y-Yeah, but-”

You cut yourself off with a long moan when his fingers curl just right to hit that special spot inside you that sends waves of pleasure shooting up your spine.

“There it is.” His face lights up with a cocky grin.

Illinois uses his free hand to undo his belt and open his pants, pulling out his cock. He runs his hand up and down the shaft in long, lazy strokes, eyes glued to where his fingers into you.

“Illinois, please.”

“Tell me what you want, darlin’, and I’ll give it to you.”

“W-Want you to fuck me.”

He smirks. “I think I can do that.”

Illinois pulls his fingers from you, much to your dismay. He grabs a hold of your thighs, hiking them up and spreading them open to make room for his hips. One of his hands guides his cock to your entrance and slowly, he pushes into you. He’s thicker than Yancy, but not quite as long, but the stretch feels just as good. Once he’s bottomed out, his hips flush against yours, he rocks into you.

“So tight.” He groans.

Yancy moans from behind you. “How do they feel, Noisy?”

“Like Heaven. I see why you keep them around.”

The way they’re talking about you like you’re not even there makes your blood boil in the best way. You’re already so close. Every rock of Illinois’s hips makes his pubic rub against you, creating beautiful friction against your most sensitive parts.

“I-Illinois, I’m gonna-”

Before you can finish that thought, he pulls out of you.

“What, why’d you stop?”

“I have a better idea. Go on.” Illinois slaps your thigh lightly. “Why don’t you go get comfy in his lap.”

You crawl up the bed and climb into Yancy’s lap. He’s hard beneath you, straining against the confines of his jeans. When you grind down on him, the friction pulls a moan from both of you.

“Come on, babydoll. I’m dyin’ over here. Forget about ‘ol Noisy, youse can take me for a ride.” He bucks his hips against yours, the denim of his jeans rubbing deliciously against your heated skin.

“Not yet.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him into a deep kiss.

Yancy groans against your lips, pulling helplessly on his restraints. The bed dips and Illinois kneels behind you, gently nudging your legs apart. He runs the head of his cock teasingly over you before pushing back into you once again, making you both moan.

He starts at a ruthless pace, thrusting into you without mercy. You grab a handful of Yancy’s hair and tug his head back, giving yourself room to start sucking marks into his neck.

“So fucking tight.” Illinois pants into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “I can feel how close you are. You gonna cum for me?”

You and Yancy both groan.

With a smirk, Illinois reaches over his shoulder and grabs the front of Yancy’s shirt, pulling him up so they’re nose to nose.

“You want that, sweetheart? You wanna watch your love cum on my cock? You wanna watch me fill them with cum?”

“Noisy, fuck!”

“Yeah, I know you do, you dirty, little voyeur. You love this, don’t you? Bet you can’t wait to fuck them with my cum leaking out of them.”

Yancy lunges forward the best he can and presses his lips to Illinois’s. The kiss is all tongue and teeth, both men groaning into it. Illinois slides a hand down your front, stroking over your heated skin.

Watching the two men kiss has pushed you right to the edge, the pleasure spreading goosebumps across your skin. You’re so close, just a little more…

With a particularly well-aimed thrust of Illinois’s hips, you’re thrown straight into climax, letting go with a long, drawn-out moan.

“Fuck!” You cry out, burying your face in Yancy’s chest.

“That’s it,” Illinois purrs, “give it to me, darlin’.”

A few thrusts later and his hips come to a stop as he spills inside you, filling your insides with warmth. He presses his forehead between your shoulder blades.

“You good darlin’?”

“Sooo good.”

He pulls out of you with a soft grunt and grabs the key from the nightstand, undoing Yancy’s handcuffs. Yancy pulls him down for a brief kiss then cups your face.

“How’re youse doin’?”

“Want you,” you mumble, grabbing one of his hands and pressing a gentle kiss to the angry-looking mark on his wrist.

“You sure youse not too tired?”

You shake your head. “I want to lay down though. Illi really wore me out.”

“Guilty.” Illinois smirks, heading to the bathroom.

With your help, Yancy shucks off his clothes and presses you down into the bed. He grabs your thighs and hikes your legs up around his waist, grinding down against you.

“Did you enjoy the show?” You comb a hand through his hair.

“Fucky baby, youse two looked so good. Wasn’t sure I’d last long enough to have my turn.”

“You really are a voyeur.” You laugh.

“Can’t help it when I get to watch two of the most beautiful peoples I ever seen.”

“You sap.”

“Don’t youse forget it.”

You reach between you two and wrap your hand around his cock, stroking lightly and making him groan. “I believe you were about to fuck me.”

You guide his cock between your legs and he presses into you slowly, inch by inch. You’re relaxed from your previous orgasm, so it doesn’t take more than a few seconds for Yancy to push completely inside you. It feels good to be full again so soon and you can’t hold back a moan.

“Youse good?”

“Y-Yeah, you can move.”

“Don’t think I’m gonna last long, you twos got me so worked up.”

Yancy starts slowly, rolling his hips into yours, barely pulling out of you before pushing right back in. He keeps one hand on the bed but the other goes to your waist, digging his fingers into your skin. His usually gelled back hair is hanging down freely and you push a few strands out of his face, resting your hand at the nape of his neck. You push up and nip at his collarbones, leaving behind little red marks.

“Youse playing dirty.” he groans.

You smirk. “Not sure what made you think I was going to play fair in the first place.”

You clench around him and he groans, sliding the hand on your waist down between your legs and stroking over your most sensitive areas. That wipes the smirk straight off your face and you throw your head back against the pillows. You’re still sensitive from your previous orgasm and it doesn’t take long for you to feel like you’re reaching that edge again.

“Yance, fuck.”

“Love hearin’ you moan for me, Y/N. Drives me crazy.” He moans when you clench around him. “Youse close, aren’t you?”

You nod. “Are you?”

“I’m right there with youse, baby.”

Yancy speeds up his thrusts, each one perfectly angled to hit your sweet spot, sending pleasure rolling over you in waves. You dig your nails into his back and pull him down for a kiss, moaning into his mouth. You’re so close. Just a little more.

“Cum for me, Y/N,” he whispers against your lips.

And that’s all it takes. Your orgasm crashes over you and you clamp down around his cock, crying out his name. Yancy isn’t far behind, burying his face in the crook of your neck and bucking his hips frantically before finally stilling. The room is quiet, the only sound your labored breaths as the two of you come down.

He pulls out of you slowly and you groan at the feeling of his and Illinois’s cum dripping out of you and onto the sheets.

“Fuck.” Yancy rubs the back of his neck.

“You can say that again.” You laugh, pulling him down for a chaste kiss.

Illinois comes out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel over his damp hair. You hadn’t even heard the shower running.

“Did I miss anything?”

“Knaw.” You wave him off.

Yancy flops down onto his back and sighs happily. “Youse two wore me out, I’m beat.”

“We should follow his lead and take a shower, Yance.” You poke his arm.

“Don’t think I’m gonna be leaving bed any time soon.”

Illinois throws his towel in the laundry basket and turns towards the bed. “At least make room for me.”

You and Yancy scooch over so there’s room for Illinois on your right. You pull the covers up over the three of you and snuggle against them both, a yawn escaping your lips.

“Get some rest, Y/N, we’ll be here.” Yancy cups the side of your face, thumb running over your cheek.

You smile and shut your eyes. “G’night.”

#nsft #yancy #illinois #jail bird #indiana jones knockoff #yancy x reader smut #illinois x reader smut #yancy x reader #illinois x reader #yancy x reader x illinois #yancy x illinois #west writes #gn reader

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I 100% support your klaber simping. PLEASE anything that has klaber x reader (idk about gender maybe slight fem preference). It is such a shame that there are like no stories about him. im VERY uncreative so i can only think of a few basic prompt ideas: dating headcanon when on the same side vs siding with indy or maybe some angst about fighting with him when trying to convince him to settle down with you somewhere instead continuing to work for Voller

i REALLY dont care i just NEED stories with him

I'm so glad I'm not the only one. Some people are still sleeping on the greatness that is Boyd Holbrook. I am very glad to be doing my first ask for Klaber! So thank you for this. Feel free to give me more or if you just wanna scream about Klaber/Boyd. I LOVE how you said you don't care you just need stories with him. Honestly: Mood.

So here you go. I hope you enjoy. EXTREMELY happy to do more. Give me 5 more prompts (or maybe 10) I need him and I need to write him.

I do also ask that you please reblog my work when I do post so that we can get more people to post stories or give prompts. Klaber deserves the love :)

CHOOSE ME LIKE YOU CHOOSE HIM

Pairing: Klaber x Fem!Reader (can also be read as GN!Reader)

Prompt: maybe some angst about fighting with him when trying to convince him to settle down with you somewhere instead continuing to work for Voller

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Canon Characterization - Nazi, Love Confessions, Mention of Size Difference

Summary: He didn't want to leave you. But he was a part of something greater than himself. You ask him to stay.

Dawn broke through the curtains of your apartment window. You were still half asleep when you felt the bed shift next to you. Klaber was moving to get up. The warm rays of light caught his golden head of hair that made it look almost white. His blue eyes fixed on yours as he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

"I have to go," he whispered, moving to get dressed.

You watched as he slipped on his grey suit pants and fastened the buttons of his crumpled white shirt. You rolled out of the bed before he left for the door. Blocking his path, he eyed you up and down in your underwear with a smile thinking you wanted one more kiss before he left.

"Eli, can we talk?"

"I only have a few minutes or else I'm gonna be late to meet my boss." He checked his watch impatiently.

But then seeing how seeing how serious you looked, he placed his hands on your shoulders. He was taller than you, bigger, broader. You liked that about him. You liked how he could tower over you and press you against walls. He wasn't threatening or ever violent.

You know what he did for work though. Henchman to Jürgen Voller. Lapdog for a Nazi.

You didn't care who he was. Only that he loved you and made you feel like you were special. He made time for you even in his busy schedule when your other boyfriends never did.

"What's wrong, baby? I can see you're stressed out. I can be a little late. Tell me what's wrong."

You crossed your arms over your chest. "I don't want you to fly so much anymore. I miss you."

He sighed and rubbed your shoulders and arms. "Sweetheart, wherever he asks me to do, wherever he wants me to go, I have to do it."

"But you don't. You can stay with me. Can't you? You could choose me. You could settle down. We can move in together. No more back and forth and hotels. We can be together like a real couple."

"We are a real couple." He frowned.

"You know what I mean! I know this job is important to you. You want to belong to something. He helped you find yourself, find your place in this world and I don't ever judge you for it. I would never hate you for that. I want you to be happy and I want you to feel like you're at home and yourself. But...I want it to be with me. I want you to fight for me like you fight for him. I want you to run where I run, go where I go. Is that too much to ask for? If it is, then what are we doing? What future do we have?"

Klaber fixed his eyes on the floor. His shoulders lifted making him looker bigger as he let out a heavy breath. He let go of you and rubbed his thumb on his forehead before pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I owe everything I am to Voller. He gave me this life. I would be nowhere without him. I am who I am today because of him."

"I know you feel you're indebted to him, but what about me? I'm not just someone you fuck occasionally."

"No, you're not. Jesus, you're not. What am I supposed to do? Huh? I can't just---" He shook his head, tongue dragging angrily across his bottom lip.

There was a silence that caused a fissure inside your chest. He could walk out that door and you'd never see him again. He could choose a damn Nazi over you. You watched as his body settled and relaxed. His breathing evened out and his gaze was back on you.

"You're right, baby. I can't expect you to wait for me all the time. It's dangerous work, I know, and you're probably worried about me every day. Look, I will talk to Voller. I will make this work. I want us to work. You make me happy. Okay? Not this job. I got into this when I was nineteen and yes, it has it perks at best and at worst it's just a pain in the ass. But now, I found you, I want to be with you. I do want to live with you."

"You do? You mean it?" You pressed up against him, lifting yourself on your tiptoes to stretch up and lock your hands around his neck.

His large hands landed on your waist and pulled you in to his body.

"I do. I love you, y/n. Nothing can stop that. Not even Voller."

#klaber #fem reader #gn reader #fem reader x klaber #gn reader x klaber #boyd holbrook #indiana jones 5 #my fic

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