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blu-joons · 1 year

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When He’s The Little Spoon ~ iKon Reaction

Jay:

The sigh that came from Jinhwan as soon as he laid down beside you had you full of concern, sensing straight away that his day had been poor.

“I can’t wait for the end of today,” he admitted, knowing that your eyes were watching him as you tried to figure out what was going on with him.

As you cleared your throat you rolled towards Jinhwan, holding him from behind. “If you want to forget about today, why don’t you close your eyes?”

“How can I close my eyes now that you’re here and cuddling me?” Jinhwan softly laughed in reply, “I’ve not got to see you all day too Y/N.”

Your shoulders shrugged against Jinhwan’s back, “we don’t need to lay here and talk, we can just spoon instead. I can tell you’re tired, you don’t need to stay awake just for me.”

“But you’re being all lovely and cuddling me,” Jinhwan whispered, “how can you possibly expect me just to ignore that Y/N?”

You couldn’t help but giggle at how exhausted Jinhwan sounded, “I expect you to ignore it because I’m telling you that it’s fine, I really don’t mind.”

“How did I get so lucky to be with you?”

Song:

A huff came from Yunhyeong as you pinned him down with your legs, refusing to let him try and roll around as you spooned around him instead.

“I’m the big spoon, I’m supposed to keep you safe,” Yunhyeong tried his best to explain to you, but your head shook, refusing to listen to him straight away.

You couldn’t help but laugh as Yunhyeong tried to fight back against you. “Just let me be the big spoon for once instead and make you feel safe.”

“It’s my job to take care of you,” Yunhyeong mumbled, beginning to settle as he realised how much of a fight you were putting up against him.

As he settled, a snigger of relief came from you. “It’s my job to look after you too, you can keep arguing with me but you know I’ll have a response for everything you say.”

“I guess I could be the little spoon just this once,” Yunhyeong finally admitted, “but this is a one time thing, I’m the big spoon.”

You quickly nodded in agreement with Yunhyeong, “you never know, you might actually enjoy being the little spoon and being squeezed instead.”

“I think I much prefer the squeezer.”

Bobby:

Your eyes rolled as you continued to listen to Jiwon complaining about how he always finds himself being the big spoon with his partner.

“I just want to bundle up sometimes,” he vented, looking to you for reassurance in the hope that you understood how he was feeling about his situation.

You struggled to hold back your laughter as you listened to him, “would it make you feel better if you were the little spoon between the two of us instead?”

“What are you talking about?” Jiwon scoffed, shooting a glare in your direction. “This isn’t a time for messing around Y/N, you’re supposed to help.”

You bit down on your bottom lip to try and control your laughter. “Why don’t you just ask if you can try and be the little spoon if you’re that concerned, or I can spoon you instead.”

“I’m not being spooned by my best friend,” Jiwon grumbled, “but do you really think asking would convince her to try it?”

Your head nodded in reply to Jiwon. “Why did you come to me and ask for advice if you’re just going to second guess everything that I tell you to do?”

“Sorry, I promise I’ll try your advice out.”

DK:

A suspicious hum came from Donghyuk as he suddenly felt your arm wrap around his shoulders, pressing your head against his back gently.

“What are you up to? Or what do you want?” Donghyuk asked you almost straight away, wary as to why you were suddenly cuddling up to him for a change.

A chuckle came from you as you listened to him. “I’m not doing anything, I just thought it would be nice for you to be the little spoon for once between us.”

“That’s nice…and unlike you,” he continued to murmur, earning himself a jab in the side from your hand that rested just above where his hip was.

Your eyes rolled as Donghyuk couldn’t help but try and mess around with you. “You always cuddle me so I thought I would cuddle you and make you feel how you make me feel.”

“This is sweet,” he assured you, his voice much more genuine then it was before, “I feel really cosy actually being the little spoon.”

Your eyes watched closely as Donghyuk made himself comfortable, “so, you could get used to being the little spoon between the two of us in that case?”

“I could, as long as you really aren’t up to anything.”

June:

You looked at Junhoe in surprise as he failed to wrap his arms around you when you laid down beside him on the bed like he usually did.

“How about we try something new tonight?” He proposed, an excited glimmer in his eyes. “What about if you be the big spoon and cuddle me?”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise as you looked inquisitively back to Junhoe. “We can give it a go if you want to try it, you really want to be the little spoon?”

“I’ve always wondered what it feels like to lay properly and be the little spoon,” he admitted, “you make it sound so much fun, I want to see what the fuss is about.”

As Junhoe spoke you rolled onto your side and held onto him, “I bet that after you’re the little spoon tonight you won’t ever want to be the big spoon again, it’s so much fun.”

“I already think I could get used to this,” Junhoe joked, “I can see why you like being held by me so much Y/N.”

You tightened your grip around Junhoe to make the experience even better for him, “I hope you’re going to keep letting me be the little spoon too.”

“We might just have to swap roles I’m afraid.”

Chan:

As you peered over Chanwoo’s shoulder you were drawn straight away to the shy smile that appeared on his face as he felt you closing in.

“This is new,” he laughed, allowing you to slide your arm underneath his so that you could hold on around his waist and keep Chanwoo close to you.

Your head nodded as you rested it down on your pillow, “you’ve been working hard, you deserve to be taken care of for a little while instead tonight.”

“All day I’ve just been thinking about receiving a nice hug, it’s like you can read my mind,” Chanwoo joked, the faintest laugh escaping from him as he spoke.

You took that as a sign to tighten your grip and squeeze Chanwoo, “I’m not the best big spoon, but hopefully this makes you feel a little bit better if you’ve had a long day.”

“It’s perfect,” Chanwoo quickly reassured you, “what would I do without you here to take care of me all the time?”

A chuckle came from you in reply to Chanwoo’s question, “you’re the one who takes care of me, that’s why I’m always the little spoon.”

“Hmm…I could get used to being the little spoon.”

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vergess · 2 years

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Buddy, when racist cunts illegally prevented me from registering to vote by just refusing to accept my papers, I PROMISE YOU shitty guilt trip memes about my inability to vote made everything worse.

You know what ACTUALLY helped?

More than every passive aggressive shit for brains on this website telling me I deserve to me racially harassed for not giving Democrats my soul?

A fucking email from a fucking HERBS AND SPICES STORE that unlike you wretched cunts ACTUALLY HAD VOTER REGISTRATION HELPLINES IN IT.

Every time one of you godforsaken freaks tells me to 'get out and vote' like its cutely trivial and didn't take months of desperate phone calls just to register (IF my registration even WORKED THIS TIME).

If you, like me, are struggling with registration or poll access, try contacting your STATE board of elections.

Request that they send you TWO copies of their registration guidelines. Collect any documents listed in them.

Then, contact your LOCAL board. Tell them you would like to register IN PERSON IF POSSIBLE.

Bring your documents and the two copies of the guideline AND a working cell phone.

If you get ANY trouble AT ALL tell the local person you will call the state board to confirm their registration requirements. Be polite, but do not leave. Put the phone on speaker.

Most of the time, the local person who is doing Actual Serious Federal And State Crimes will give up at that point. If not, the person at the state board will generally outrank and overrule the local one.

Make a note of the names of both the local and state official.

Then, and this is the most important part:

CONFIRM YOUR REGISTRATION WAS FILED.

It may take a day or two for your registration to appear.

Unfortunately, if it's been a week, you're going to have to repeat the process.

Take the names you noted previously, and contact the state board again. Report that these people denied you registration on this day, in spite of you providing these documents, then list all the required papers you collected.

The person at the state SHOULD be able to direct you from there, but the process varies hugely by state.

Good luck to you all.

ETA: I was able to vote eventually, BTW. It took far more work than it should have. Physical injuries were sustained. But I did get to vote!!

#voter disenfranchisement #i may or may not be registered at this point #but i've only been trying since JUNE!!!! THAT'S FIVE FUCKING MONTHS!!!!#I HATE WHITE PEOPLE #ALWAYS GODDAMN ASSUMING THEIR EXPERIENCES ARE GODDAMN UNIVERSAL #OOOOOH ITS SO EEEASY OOOOH JUST GO VOTE OOOOOH #Yeah dude its so easy to be racially tormented for months on end #then told my duty to my tormentors is to vote for people who are merely apathetic to my death instead of ravenous for it #goddamn fucking assholes i cannot imagine a more demotivating fucking thing

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fclk-lores · 4 months

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luveline · 6 months

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a halloween june baby drabble mom!reader, 1k.

"Sweetheart," Eddie says, closing your door behind him with a resounding click, "you are not gonna believe this."

"Eddie!"

He spins on his heel, stopped. "Hi."

Junie looks at him like she hasn't just said his name, little chin tucked toward her neck, hesitant where she stands by her overturned toy box. You laugh from somewhere behind him in the kitchenette as she smiles at him and asks, "Present?"

"Present!" He agrees, the plastic bag in his hand crinkling as it twists on itself. "But after dinner, okay?"

She nods seriously.

"What, you're not saying hello anymore?" he asks, bending down with an arm extended. "Come say hello to me, lovely girl."

Junie giggles and races for his legs. "Hello," she says dramatically, almost with the drama of a frustrated teenager. "Kiss."

He kisses her forehead obediently. She preens under his gentle touch and rubs her soft cheek into his, but the scrub of his stubble is too much for her and she runs away again before he can give her a proper hug.

"What am I not going to believe?" you ask as he stands straight.

"How beautifully gorgeous you are, for starters." He offers you the plastic bag, shortening the gap between you so he can kiss you chastely in greeting. "How much I adore you."

You touch a hand to his chest lightly. "Where have you been?"

He told you he'd be around to see you hours ago, and he's sorry to make you wait. He tells you this, and explains his reason for being late as he slides a hand under the back of your shirt, rubbing at the small of your back. You do your melting thing into his chest like a deflated balloon.

His present pokes out of the bag, but you're not interested. You're not uninterested, you ask him what it is, but when he says he can't show you, you snort and drive your face into his chest. You're more than pleased with him alone.

Eddie likes that about you. He shows up with presents often (though he doesn't see them as presents as you would, or as Junie does, it's just one of those things, buying stuff for your family), but he could show up empty handed as he does the majority of the time and you wouldn't bat an eyelash.

Your arms around his neck, twining one of his curls between your fingers. The sensation sends shivers down his arms, his hair standing on end. "I really missed you," you say under your breath, your cheek resting on his shoulder.

"I really missed you," he says, not because he has to, but because he truly means it. Being away from you is the main torture of his job. "Hard to explain, right? Spent all those years without you and now…" He draws a line down your curved neck with his knuckle, a slow drag. You turn into him like you're hiding, though you don't tell him to stop. "I miss you all the time."

"Love you," you murmur.

"How awful would it be if I just said ditto?" he asks with a sticky smile. You pinch his waist in warning. "I love you, sweetheart. You know that."

"Mm," you hum in agreement. "Kinda made me beg for it, though, didn't you?"

"No I did not."

"Did too." You sigh with pleasure as he hugs you as tightly as he can, happy to be crushed by his arms. "Rough, mean guy."

"I love you so much," he says.

Eddie insists it. He likes to think of it as his happy beginning, you and him together. How lucky he was to fall in love with you, how lucky he was that you did the same with him. Maybe there are universes where you never met, where you take June to start a new life somewhere else, just you and her in Sacramento, or Williamsburg, or Palm Beach. Kind of breaks his heart thinking about it… all those Eddie's without his girls, missing out on the great loves of his life.

But there's time for them, as there's time for him and you here. "I love you," he says again.

"I love you too."

A little while later he takes his mystery present into the living room with Juniee. "Don't look!" he tells you, turning to Junie with a big smile. "It's a costume, okay?" he whispers. "For Halloween."

"Costume?" she asks too loudly.

Your laugh is a breathy sound. He throws a quick glare at you from over his shoulder. "You could at least pretend you didn't hear."

"What's a costume?" Junie asks.

"Dress up, pretty girl. It's dress up, like your teddy bear costume. Sound fun?"

She raises her arms. Eddie bunches the sleeves and body of the costume, pushing it gently over her head and needling in her little arms. She's patient for once and he's getting better at dressing her, so it's only a matter of seconds before it's on and velcroed shut around her tummy.

Eddie pulls up her hood before walking on knees to give you an unhindered view.

"Oh my gosh." You cross your legs where you're sitting on the couch and lean forward. "Junie, honey, you look so cute!"

She grits her teeth at you. "Rah!"

"And so scary!" you breathe, hiding your face behind your hands.

Eddie beams at Junie and her eight arms, her spider costume pitch black with red eyed baubles on her head. You peek at them between your fingers.

"I'm a 'pider!"

"Yeah, baby, you're a spider!" you cheer. "She's so smart."

"Scary!" Junie corrects, holding her hands up like Eddie does when he's telling ghost stories, claws extended.

"She's Junipider," he says smugly.

He thought of it before he bought the costume.

#june baby universe #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader

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anoant · 9 months

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The girlies getting magical tonight

#ant's art #homestuck #hs #june egbert #dave strider #jade harley #rose lalonde #beta kids #imagine homestuck where everything's the same but they have frilly little dresses #thats the vision

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bishicat · 9 months

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tired old man reads the morning paper

#while he waits for Hawke to come home in da:i 😭#that shawl around his shoulders? HAWKE'S (it smells like them <3)#I imagine that they have a home by the sea #people don't look too closely cause I hate how I coloured this ajaishdkajlc it's so messy #if I had a nickel for every time I drew a man w/ a mug by a window i would have two nickels (see: johnny fanart from june)#experimented with the lighting for this one! I used daniel f. gerhartz' The Garden Window as a ref :)#dragon age #dragon age 2 #da2 #da fanart #fenhawke #fenris #hard in hightown #digital art #my art

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hotteoki · 10 months

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calling bf skz 'bro'

pairing: ot8 skz x reader (no pronouns used except in jeongin's one (reader is referred to as gf))

genre: fluff, text, crack, humour

cw: /

notes: sorry if some of these are a little ooc i made this spontaneously at 5AM last night

taglist [open] - @weird-bookworm @junebug032

chan (방찬) + minho (민호)

changbin (창빈) + hyunjin (현진)

jisung (지성) + felix (용복)

seungmin (승민) + jeongin (정인)

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feral-jackdaw · 3 months

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ATLA and LOK did an excellent job with the goths and emos actually

#I need them all to meet like fr just imagine #legend of korra #atla mai #atla june #zuko #lok #atlok #the dark one #tahno #huan beifong #atla #eska and desna #goth characters #emo characters

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husbandhoshi · 2 months

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[9:17 PM]

"no." you close your eyes and force yourself to take a deep breath. "nononono."

you thought the worst thing that could happen already happened—you discovered your favorite noodle place wasn't open today, and you were forced to make your peace with that. (albeit with tears. and utter devastation.)

turns out that didn't even scratch the surface of terrible, no good things that could happen today, because now, your roommate junhui is at the front door and he's the absolute last person you want to see today.

on any other day, this would be fine. good, even.

when you first moved in with junhui, you never expected to become good friends. really, you were just happy to have a place to sleep—at first, he was just some guy, and the fact that he was a medical student was a cool bonus.

that is, until you sprained your ankle going down the stairs four months ago. he wrapped it on the futon in the living room and then proceeded to keep you company for the rest of the night while you wrestled with an ice pack. it was then when you learned what it felt like to fall in love, hopelessly and instantly.

you hear him jiggle the door handle again. he likely forgot his keys, and you would let him in until you consider the fact that you look no better than a mole rat at the moment. you woke up this morning with a fever and a wicked headache, and neither of those have gotten better since then. you don't even think you've left your room yet today.

"please don't tell me you're taking a nap," he whines, muffled by the door. "i got pizza."

fuck.

you peel yourself out of bed and catch a glimpse of yourself in your vanity. not good. if you had a choice, you would want to greet him in something other than your two-day pajamas. unfortunately, your only option at the moment is slapping on some lip gloss and calling it a day, and it's now that you begin contemplating the absolute death of a possibility of having a shot with junhui. hot guys like him don't date mole rats, even if they're wearing lip gloss.

finally you reach the front door, resigned to your fate. maybe you really should get back on the apps, as much as you hate to say it.

"sorry," you say as you let junhui in. "i was in bed."

he's in his scrubs, stethoscope round his neck. he must have had a long day today, but he still smiles at you with as much warmth as always. it makes your heart actually hurt, as if you aren't feeling sick enough.

"i figured— 's ok. it's pizza time," he chants. "you eat yet?"

you hide your face as you grab him a plate. the answer is no (soup or bust was your earlier conclusion), but you don't want to risk getting him sick, especially after he spent a whole day in the hospital. it's then when you feel a hand on your shoulder, turning you around.

"hey, you good?" you're met with junhui's eyes, now squinty as he looks you over. "are you sick, or are you just happy to see me? 'cause you look warm."

"um." you swallow hard, feeling bare. if you knew you would be this close to his face, you would have at least run a comb through your hair. "i might have a teeny, tiny little temperature. maybe."

that's all you need to say. he immediately brings the back of his hand to your forehead, and if you weren't already doomed, you sure are now.

"maybe a little more than tiny, huh?" he chuckles. "let me get you some meds."

you like how he doesn't scold you for not telling him sooner or guilt you for causing trouble after work. you watch him rifle through the cabinets, muttering to himself about this and that, and you start to feel a little silly about worrying what he thought of you.

"take these," he says, putting a couple of pills in your palm before opening a water bottle for you. "and follow my finger."

you watch him draw a square with his pointer finger before he brings it in between your eyes so they cross.

"i-is everything ok?" you squeak.

"yeah," he laughs. "it's just cute when you do that."

cute?! you thank god he wasn't using that stethoscope on you, because he definitely would have diagnosed you with something right on the spot. instead, you take your meds, grateful that he didn't ask whether or not you had more than a tablespoon of water today (spoiler alert—you didn't).

you're still mentally scrambling to decode what he could possibly be talking about when he bends down to meet your eyes.

"you're lucky. it's not terminal." you try to fight the corners of your mouth from turning up at his incredibly lame joke, but it doesn't work—instead, you smile, and you watch him smile back. "but you should get some rest. i need you alive this weekend."

"w-why?"

you feel your stomach drop to your knees, even though that's anatomically impossible, and you're not sure what a heart attack really is, but you think you just had one.

he needs to stop looking at you like that, or you will do some damage.

"you wanted to go to that new restaurant down the street, right? i have the day off."

"you mean, like a d—"

"like a date." he hands you your water bottle. "i'm asking you on a date. now get some rest, okay?"

you feel like a walking skeleton as he turns you around to face the door to your room. you want to fall to your knees and jump for joy all at once, but you plan to save that for when your bedroom door is shut tight behind you. if the bedhead wasn't enough, acting like even more of a fool in front of him would definitely scare him off.

"i like the lip gloss, by the way," he hollers after you. "nice touch."

you turn back to glare at him, because now he's just bullying you. you wonder how long he knew about your little problem, which would be humiliating if you weren't so down bad.

"what? you love me."

but he's right. you do, you really do. and you guess he just might love you back too.

#this is actually. like im not a jun girl but this would send me straight to the morgue #anyway june i hope ur feeling better <3 #mine #junhui #junhui x reader #junhui x you #junhui fluff #junhui imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #rq

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1-800-hwahui · 1 year

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driving me crazy

member | bandmate!seungcheol x reader genre | smut, enemies to lovers word count | 1.3k warnings | reader has a vagina and breasts, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill but be safe irl or i'll hit you), name calling (slut, whore, cumslut, cumdump), cumshot, creampie, masturbation (m), mentions of degredation & humiliation, one mention of spanking. this is pure rough hate sex but it gets really soft at the end notes | so i was writing this in @duhnova's inbox to attack her and all of a sudden i checked how much i'd written and it was fuckin,, over a thousand words?? this isn't really a "fic" per se, it's more like a headcanon (there's no dialogue) but i thought it was long enough to share. i don't know where this came from or how it happened but- enjoy! - june 💒

you and seungcheol are in a band together– maybe he's the guitarist and you sing, and since the day the band formed you've had it out for each other. neither of you are willing to give in to what the other wants, even when you both know you're in the wrong. he wants the chords a certain way? nope, because you need them this way so you can sing them. you want to write your own lyrics for this one song? nope, he criticizes every word.

and the tension just keeps growing and growing until one day it boils over and you find yourself underneath him, back pressed against the sofa in his garage after band practice when everyone else has gone and he's fucking you like you're the last person on earth. pushing his lips to your neck to call you filthy names, things he's never wanted to say to your face before; but something about this time, with his cock splitting you open and you fighting to hold back tears of pleasure because like hell you'd let him get that reaction out of you, he can't help but want to tell you how much of a slut you are. you hate each other, yet you'd let him fuck you like this, hm?

and you'd die before you admit it to him or to yourself, but just this one time with him will completely ruin you for anyone else's cock. no matter how hard you try to forget him and how many shitty tinder hookups you suffer through, he's the only thing on your mind every single time you cum. and so finally you give in, and you come back to him, practically begging him to fuck you again, and he'd be more than happy to oblige because you're the only thing that's been on his mind every time he jerks off after you leave practice, his cock throbbing in his fist and milky white cum splattered all over his hands as he realizes he just moaned your name out loud. so at the end of the day maybe you do still hate each other, but damn if you aren't the best sex each other's had.

so despite how much you supposedly hate each other, now that neither of you can deny how insanely horny you are for each other you're fucking all the time. and i mean all the time. of course, it starts out as only after practice in his garage, and occasionally in his car when practices are at your other bandmates' houses. but one day a couple weeks later when he's fucking you in his bed, on his kitchen counter, even in his front doorway because you're both so impatient you can barely keep your hands off one another long enough for him to shut the door, that's when you realize how fucked you are—metaphorically and literally.

if your friends are shocked at the fact that seungcheol, your literal worst enemy, is suddenly driving you home every night, they don't mention it. there's no way they don't know by now, but you won't hear a peep out of them, because in practices, you're actually… managing to get along with cheol now. it turns out that having the roughest, nastiest (aka best) sex of your life with the man you hate most is doing wonders to relieve the tension between you two; so much so that the only arguments you can muster with him are about how the color of his new guitar looks ugly compared to his old one, or that your singing would be better if you actually looked at the microphone for once instead of looking at him.

by day you're cooperating enough to make music together for once, and by night you're getting fucked like the cumslut you are, cheol slapping your ass and roughly handling your hips into place so he can push into you even deeper so you can feel him completely filling you.

and after a while, you can't even remember the reason why you hated him in the first place. because maybe the tension between you two was just sexual tension all along. getting dicked down like a whore makes you happy, and having his own personal cumdump makes him happy. it's a win for everybody.

one day he's fucking you in his bed after a really successful practice and it's... unusually soft. he's not calling you filthy names or humiliating you for how hard you came from just his fingers. he's holding you so close, praising you for how well you always take his thick cock, squeezing around him so perfectly, so warm and wet and tight just for him and him alone. he's not calling you "his hole" or telling you to crawl across the floor and beg him to allow you to suck his cock. his words come out no more a soft growl by your ear, low moans scattered in between the praises.

and that's the first time you let him cum inside you. you're on the pill and you've both been tested so there's been no reason for him to use a condom any of the times you've been together, but he's always pulled out to cum on your back, your pussy, your stomach, or his favorite place– your face.

but this time when you feel his thrusts start to stutter and he begins to let go of you to slip out of your aching cunt, you just wrap your legs around his waist and pull him back in, whimpering and pleading for him to stay inside, to cum inside, to fill you up and claim you as his. and he can barely stop himself from cumming on the spot as he stumbles into the hardest orgasm of his entire life, spurting rope after rope of liquid into you.

and afterwards, when you're both laying there panting, stuck in a post-orgasmic haze as it begins to dawn on you what just happened, he does something that makes you doubt any of this was even real in the first place, that it was all a dream and you haven't actually been having sex with him on almost a daily basis for nearly the last month. because the seungcheol you know, the seungcheol you hate, would never say this. the seungcheol you used to hate would never own up to anything, would argue about anything and anything and refuse to apologize for his words, no matter how hurtful.

at least, that's what you thought. because now you've realized you never actually hated him, not even before you two were involved like this. you would argue for the sake of arguing just like he would, because that's all you knew how to do around him.

you didn't yet know this side of him; not just the side that makes you cum over and over and refuses to stop until you have to pry his mouth off of your pussy, but the side of him that always gives you rides home, even when the night doesn't end in sex. the side of him that lets you use his shower to clean up afterwards and always leaves a stack of fresh towels out for you that you can tell he warmed up in the dryer. the side of him that, even the first time when you hated each others' guts, asked if it was okay to do something before he did it, because even though he can't stand you, he doesn't want to hurt you intentionally.

so you're laying there on his bed, and he holds you tighter, burying his face into the crook of your neck, and he sighs. and for the first time ever, he says,

"i'm sorry."

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onlyhuis · 1 year

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i think that jun would love it if you put on your prettiest and shortest skirt just to ride his cock, it would be the only thing you have on as he coos about how pretty you look at fucked out and covered in his cum as he guides your hips to keep going - his fingers bunching in the fabric of the skirt as he hates his neck to you, allowing you to mark up and suck on his adams apple.

why are you insane. literally this is so mean to me i cant believe. this is despicable.

word count — 813 warnings — reader has a vagina and breasts, reader wears a skirt, est. relationship, scandalous lunch activities, fingering, multiple orgasms, marking, creampie

“fuck, look at you— so pretty, baby,” jun groans, his grip on your waist tightening as he moves your hips in circles on his cock.

earlier you’d gone out to have a nice lunch with friends, but it had been anything but nice once jun’s hands had started to creep up your thighs underneath the table, eager fingertips dancing along the hem of your too-short skirt.

you knew you wouldn’t be able to hide the heat that was creeping up into your cheeks if he continued doing what he wanted, so you’d caught his hand and squeezed hard, giving him a warning glare. luckily he’d stopped until the meal was over, but as soon as you were in his car his fingers were buried inside you and you were clutching the armrest of your seat for dear life, gasping as he fucked you through two orgasms that made your legs feel like jelly.

once you’d gotten home, you were determined to give him a taste of his own medicine by riding him on the couch, but soon it was you who was falling apart on his lap while he didn’t even seem phased.

he lets go of your hips, his hands traveling upwards to tug your shirt down beneath your boobs. but evidently he’s stronger than he thinks, because the thin fabric tears easily under his touch. you whine as he rips the rest of the shirt off and lets it fall to the floor beside you, but he doesn’t miss the way you greedily clench around his cock at the action.

he doesn’t respond, just pulls you down harder onto his lap, his hips thrusting up to match the movement and creating more force as he fucks into you.

his fingers wander across your exposed chest, pinching at your nipples before wrapping his arms around your back and pulling you towards him. with his mouth level with your breasts, he looks up at you through his eyelashes and takes one of your breasts in his mouth. his eyes stay glued to yours, carefully watching your open-mouthed expression.

you move your hands from his shoulders up to his head, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling sharply. he moans into your skin as you push his face harder against your chest, and suddenly his mouth leaves your breast with a pop as he pulls his head away for a moment.

“you gonna cum all over me, sweetheart?” he asks, his thrusts never faltering as he bounces you on his cock. his hands fall back down to your hips, balling them into fists around the fabric of your skirt. “gonna cum on my cock like a good girl?”

“y-yes, jun, please,” you gasp out, your fingers still firmly settled in his hair.

he smirks, that stupidly hot grin of his, and leans his head back against the back of the couch, exposing his neck. “go on, baby. mark me up. and then, you get to cum.”

without a second of hesitation you lean down over him, pushing your lips against his adam’s apple. you can feel the vibrations from his low groans against your mouth, and it only spurs you on to suck harder, your teeth gently grazing his skin as you tug on his hair.

you can feel his cock throbbing inside you, buried so deep you can feel every miniscule movement he makes, and it sends jolts of pleasure rushing through you every time his hips snap roughly into you.

“fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he hisses when you bite down particularly hard at the base of his neck. it was an accident from how hard and how fast he’s moving you up and down, but neither of you mind at all.

his orgasm hits him almost out of nowhere, spilling into you as he holds your hips firmly in place while he cums. you continue rolling your hips on your own, fucking him through his high as you keep sucking bruises into his neck.

you can’t see for yourself but you’re sure his eyes are scrunched tightly shut and brows knit together the way they do when he cums. after making him cum so many times over the years the image of his face is ingrained in your mind, and just that thought alone is enough to send you over the edge after him.

eventually you start to come down from your orgasm and you fall over onto his shoulder, both of you breathing heavily. he lets out a long, slow exhale and opens his eyes, settling on your figure hunched over his lap. he puts his arms around you and pulls you close, gently lifting you off of his softening cock and letting you roll over onto the couch beside him.

you giggle, finally catching your breath. “so… i take it i should wear skirts more often, then.”

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blu-joons · 2 years

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When You Feel His Smile During A Kiss ~ iKON Reaction

Jay:

You didn’t quite know where to look after Jinhwan kissed you, taken aback by the feeling of his smile so clearly against your lips as you pecked against him.

Your flustered expression caught Jinhwan’s attention as soon as you pulled back from him too. “How come you can’t look at me?” He whispered.

“I could feel you,” you chimed, feeling a hand underneath your chin, bringing your eyes back up. “I could feel your smile.”

The corners of the smile that you were referring to turned up as you spoke. “Did the fact that I smiled really make you feel so nervous?”

“I wasn’t expecting it, I’ve never felt your smile like that before,” you continued to whisper, still feeling your heart race before Jinhwan.

He couldn’t hide how funny he found it seeing how shy such an innocent gesture had made you. “I might have to smile more often from now on.”

“You can’t, my heart won’t be able to take it.”

Song:

A look of confusion appeared on Yunhyeong’s face as he picked up on how cheery you seemed as the two of you both pulled away from your kiss.

Yunhyeong studied you for a few moments before clearing his throat, “what’s got you smiling like that so suddenly, it was just a kiss?”

“It wasn’t just a kiss,” you corrected Yunhyeong in reply, “I could feel your smile during the kiss, it was so wide Yunhyeong.”

His shoulders shrugged as he felt his smile growing once again too. “How can I not smile when I get to kiss you time after time Y/N?”

“That’s not a question that I can answer,” you chuckled back across to Yunhyeong, “I’ll never know why you get excited when you kiss me.”

Yunhyeong reached forwards and took a hold of your hand, “I would tell you, but we’d be here forever with all of my reasons why I like it.”

“You know all of the right thing to say today.”

DK:

A chuckle came from Donghyuk as he avoided your eyes, knowing how wide his smile was, and that it was something that you had picked up on too.

Your finger jabbed against Donghyuk’s stomach as you tried to get him to look at you. “I’m not glancing up,” he quickly told you.

“Why are you getting shy?” You teased, tugging against his hand, “you shouldn’t have smiled if you didn’t want to be like this.”

A sigh came from Donghyuk as he reluctantly turned his eyes up to meet yours, “I was hoping you’d not notice, but I could feel you watching me.”

“I’m just admiring you,” you grinned, tightening your grip on Donghyuk’s hand, “wondering how lucky I am to get to kiss you all the time.”

Dongyhyuk’s head shook as your words managed to convince him to have more confidence around you. “I hate how much you make me smile.”

“Really? Because I love seeing that smile.”

June:

He didn’t quite know what to say as Junhoe felt you watching him, his eyes slowly narrowed in your direction as he began to panic about what was going on.

Your kiss still lingered against his lips as Junhoe glanced at you. “I didn’t do something wrong, did I? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing is wrong,” you hurried to reassure Junhoe, “I could just feel your kiss as you kissed me, it surprised me a little.”

A sigh of relief came from Junhoe as he brushed over his forehead, “I was beginning to think that maybe you didn’t want to kiss me then.”

“I can safely tell you that I would never want for that,” you chuckled, “I could get used to feeling that smile whenever you kiss me though.”

Junhoe nodded in agreement with you, “I think that that’s definitely something that I can do whenever we kiss, as long as you do too.”

“Of course, kissing you always makes me happy.”

Chan:

There was a moment of silence as the two of you pulled away from each other, with Chanwoo quickly noticing you staring back across at him.

A muffled laugh came from Chanwoo as he waved over your face, “have I done something? Why are you staring at me like that Y/N?”

“Sorry, I didn’t realise,” you quickly responded. “I think I was just in a moment of deep thought then after you kissed me.”

Chanwoo’s expression formed to one of bemusement, “how come a kiss got you thinking? You never normally think too much about these things.”

“That’s true,” you agreed, “but I don’t normally feel your smile as much as I did when you just kissed me, it almost sent a shiver down my spine.”

Chanwoo stepped forwards and wrapped his arm around your frame, “you’re not trying to tell me that feeling my smile made you a little shy, Y/N?”

“I think it might have done, just a little bit.”

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shattersstar · 1 year

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bound

pairing: vampire x reader

summary: He supposed this was his true home, not the house he had kept himself locked in, but the wooden box with your picture in it. Dutifully kept under his pillow, bringing you to the land of dreams with him—if he could dream. It was a bitter punishment for the life he lived, the transgression—sin—he supposed would be held against the two of you. For how he wanted you more than anything, how he would tear whole cities to shreds at your behest and let the hunters who lurked in your town meet his fangs if you so desired. It was gluttony, to take eternal life and still want more.

warning: horror-ish elements, blood mention., religious undertones (aka general vampire themes/concepts)

a/n: i have so much to say about this lil piece of writing omg okay, i wrote this back in May i believe around the time i was reading we have always lived in the castle and it Shows. its lowkey fantasy which is not like anything i write but the horror-ish vibes r pretty consistent with my original stuff. it is heavily inspired by a lot of the vampire media ive consumed too though even if its not based on one particular character. i have been thinking about it since i wrote it and while im a bit ehhh about posting something original i quite literally have nothing else to share and as i said before y’all keeping i’d still eat the fruit in my notifs is so :)))) so this is a thank you to y’all and a Step back into writing for me hopefully. ramble aside enjoy ! feedback and comments r always appreciated

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It had rained, no—poured, stormed, hailed, cried, screamed. It had swept in during the day, white noise to him as he slept, while it greeted you during breakfast. The clouds wept over the lands in what felt like divine punishment. It was as if nature or something higher than that was against him, accosting or trying to stop him. As he stood at the edge of the great forest, rain pelting the top of his head he assumed there was nothing greater than nature. Not even him. There was nothing higher nor more humbling. God could spite someone, but nature enacted it. It flooded your sleepy town and even sleepier forest and he was on the other side. Confined to his home until the storm cleared and the sun rose.

He would not be graced with your presence yet again and he tried to ignore the call to change you, to have his fangs pierce your skin and his blood run across your tongue. He gritted his teeth, reminding himself of the hurt it brought and he would never cause that for his love. His dearest who lived on the other side of the forest he was unable to cross. His icy glare moved along the border, not even noticing the rain drenching his billowing black cloak anymore. Somewhere in the forest a branch snapped and animals chattered.

He would live for eternity, he could wait for you. It was his resolution before heading back to his home in the woods and trying not to be angry, to let fury run through his long dead veins and restart his stilled heart. If anything—anyone—could, he knew it was you.

He followed the path compacted over the years of those travelling to stare at his home, humans daring each other to go near it, but never following through when the windows shuddered and a figure moved past one of them like a ghost. Times had changed, but people were as superstitious as ever. They saw his decayed and rotted home and prescribed evil to it. It was overrun with vines, leaves would not grow on them. Even in spring. They stayed black, and gnarled, tightening their hold in his house each season. Thorns protruding from some of the thicker vines, protecting him it seemed. You had noted that, staring at his wondrous home with bright eyes.

It was in a clearing in the forest, grey stone withered away and swallowed by nature. It still stood strong, the outside a grotesque picture that did not reflect the inside. Oil lamps and lighting fixtures alike lit the space from the inside out. It warmed the walls, revealing the deep brown wood panelling that made up the older parts of the house. The stairs were still the original wood, a grand staircase that greeted no one, but him and you these days.

Many of the rooms upstairs had been closed off, sheets gently placed over the old furniture and doors closed forever. He had no need for such space, other vampires stopped visiting when hunters started lingering in your town. You had told him of your many encounters, most were smart enough to stay out the forest, but they still killed many of his kind. Finding them in their carriages amongst the cars rolling down the freshly paved roads. Horses killed along with whoever dwelled inside. They saw themselves as vigilantes, but you had told him most of your town considered them a nuisance. Urban men thinking they can save the more rural lands that bordered their great cities. Cities that forgot the magic that once thrived in places like the forest.

“Their thinking of building a highway through it, connecting us to other towns or one of the bigger cities.” You had explained one day, sitting in his lap and letting him hold you. He hummed, long fingers curling into the fabric of your sweater. You placed your warm hand over his and leaned further into his chest. He asked you to let him hold you and you had obliged like always.

He kept those memories in mind, the soft questions he would extend your way and how you listened so dutifully. May I hold you? Will you lay with me? Come walk through the cellar? Can I drink your—

His fist slammed against his dinning room table, nearly snapping it in two as a crack ran jagged through the centre of the chestnut coloured wood. His fangs were out, nails morphed into claws dug into his skin and blood dripped into the crack. He stared at it, muscles in his face twitching as he waited for it to end. Waited for the creature in him to return to laying dormant and his own clear, sound mind to return. Though he supposed it was never very clear or sound anymore, not when you had burrowed inside of him and promised to never leave. And as if his thoughts beckoned you themselves, the old telephone in his study rang. It’s shrill scream echoed through the quiet house, though the ring was discordant, snapping in two halfway through its loop and screeching a pitch higher. The noise made his pointed ears twitch and with a swoop of his cloak he was in his study. He answered it on the normal ring, cutting it off right before it went off tone.

He held the phone to his ear, but waited to speak. “Hello?” You asked, your voice soft and worried. You’d never called him before—truthfully he had no idea this phone even worked.

“Hello my love.” He returned, and you breathed out a happy sigh.

“Oh my god, hi! I found this number in some old directory—phone book thing,” You explained with an airy giddiness that he wished to share, “I wasn’t sure if it was going to work, but…” You trailed off and he was smiling fondly into the receiver.

“I have missed you.”

“I miss you too, I hate this weather I can never get through the forest when its so rainy.”

“I know.”

“Maybe they should build a highway through it, I could hitchhike my way to see you.” You laughed, but he turned somber. Industrialization finally touching the sacred land of the forest didn’t sit right within him. It may be the great divider that kept him away from you, but it was his home. A highway felt like you were asking to be swept away, to a new town or bigger city that he could not adventure too. He could ask you to stay—he knew you’d oblige—but it was not his place to keep you here. “Is your phone one of those spin, dial ones?” You asked suddenly, breaking through the tension he hadn’t meant to create.

“A rotary phone?” He corrected with a ghost of a grin, “Yes it is.”

“I want to see it when I come over again.”

“And so you will.” It was quiet again and he hadn’t noticed the tears running down his face. He didn’t know he was able to cry anymore.

“I love you.” You whispered, holding your cellphone close, likely curled up in bed and staring out your window at the rain and the forest beyond it.

“I love you dearest.” His voice did not betray the sadness building in him. “Sleep beloved, I will see you soon.”

“Yes, I’m gonna come see you and your rotary phone.” You laughed, forced and watery.

“Soon.”

“Soon.” You repeated, and hung up. He kept the black phone, laced with intricate gold details, to his ear for a moment longer. He had heard your voice at least and could sleep. He moved through his home, snuffing out candles and flicking off switches before finding the one room without windows. A coffin laid on the floor, dark brown and glistening with the finish that had been applied centuries ago.

He supposed this was his true home, not the house he had kept himself locked in, but the wooden box with your picture in it. Dutifully kept under his pillow, bringing you to the land of dreams with him—if he could dream. It was a bitter punishment for the life he lived, the transgression—sin—he supposed would be held against the two of you. For how he wanted you more than anything, how he would tear whole cities to shreds at your behest and let the hunters who lurked in your town meet his fangs if you so desired.

It was gluttony, to take eternal life and still want more.

Though it was hard to think of such evil things when looking at your face, he had taken the photo while you were on the roof. Wind had wiped your clothes into a frenzy and you laughed as the night sky twinkled behind you. He had taken it and was surprised when you’d given it to him only a few days later. He had kept up with modern technology as well as he could, but there was always something so magical about photographs to him. He collected hundreds over his life time, faces he knew and others he didn’t. Organized neatly into a collection of books, which he’d let you look through on occasion. He showed you photos from the many lives he’s lived, something about them bringing warmth rushing to your face.

He was always so devastatingly beautiful, regal and hypnotic across all eras. Yet, he couldn’t focus on the kind words that bubbled from your lips as the rushing of the blood under your skin nearly shattered something inside of him. His fangs threatened to meet your skin, but with calculated focus he reigned in his hunger. It was hard at first—you were the only human he had been around in decades—but he did it for love.

Everything he did was for love, it was his reason for existence it seemed. You had other reasons for your claim to life, but to him? You were all he had, the only reason to not let the sun engulf him or let a hunter kill him. He could not break your heart until you broke his. He let that thought dwell in his mind as sleep overtook him just as the sun rose and the rain ended. Its incessant pitter patter had ceased and he somehow dreamt of you standing golden in the forest and beckoning him closer.

He woke up to your face—maybe it wasn’t a dream—as you crouched next to his coffin. Maybe he had finally died and you were welcoming him to where God decided to send him. If you were there it couldn’t be hell. Could it be?

“My love—“ Your hand pressed to his chest, keeping him still. “It’s still daytime, sleep okay?” You whispered, hand moving to his jaw and cradling his face in your palm for a moment. “I’ll be back in a sec okay, I just need to change.” He nodded against you, kissing your hand before you let him reside in darkness. He had caught a glimpse of your pants caked in mud and could smell the blood from your skinned palms. Despite the slick terrain it seemed you ventured through the forest to see him. It made his chest shudder and for a moment he thought you had actually restarted his heart.

It was only a few minutes later when you were carefully opening his coffin again, now dawning a loose fitting silk shirt that made his red eyes alight with something wild. You had cleaned your scrapes and mud off your skin, smelling faintly of rain water and the lavender soap you gifted him. You stepped over him, nestling against his side and letting him enclose the two of you. One of his arms wrapped around your shoulders as your head rested on his chest, knuckles grazing over your hair while you stretched an arm across his torso. Your legs intertwined with his long ones and you let out a breathy sigh.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, and while you likely couldn’t see as thing, he could see you perfectly. You shook your head no against his chest, yawning into the fabric of his shirt.

“I just wanted to see you.” You murmured, chin resting in his chest as you made hit best attempt at eye contact in the blackness. “I saw the dining room table, are you okay?” You asked, somehow staring through him in the darkness. He offered his hand instead of finding the words in his throat, slowly unravelling his fist to reveal a mark free palm. He wasn’t sure you understand what he meant or if your eyes adjusted enough yet, until you carefully closed it once again, kissing his knuckles and placed your hand over his. You both were silent for a moment, until you looked up at him again and breathed, “You’re all I want.”

“And you’re all I have.” He held you closer, watching a grin pull at the corner of your lips. He was sure it was that devotion, obsession even, with you that would bring about his downfall. Centuries old and all powerful, but reduced to nothing without you. His strength and knowledge meant nothing if he didn’t have you to share it with.

And you could not stand your stagnant life in a town full of people who wished his kind dead. You chose a trek through the forest during the twilight hours of the morning to see him, bringing him soft kisses and silk under his hands as you let your mouth meet his. You kissed him with all the exhaustion and lethargy wrapped up in the two of you, molasses slow kisses that were just as sweet. It was how you fell asleep, lips to his neck and head tucked under his chin before your warm breathed puffed across his pale skin. He fell asleep not long after, engulfing you in his embrace, his cloak draping over your frame as he decided home was where you asked him to be.

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fclk-lores · 4 months

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my man my man my man ⋆ ˚｡⋆ </3 !!

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luveline · 8 months

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a june baby drabble —a typical sunday morning with eddie and his girlfriend (and her toddler)

Your arm wakes up first. Eddie's trying hard to climb over you without making any noise, and for the most part he's succeeding. You have superhuman hearing, the groan of the bed springs and the soft shuck of his socks on the floor waking you.

"Eddie?" you mumble, blinking tired lashes.

He strokes your cheek with the side of his pinky finger. You startle but turn into it fast, hungry for doting touch. Usually, Eddie would be eager to give it to you, but he needs to pee.

He gives your cheek a last rub. Eddie's heavy with affection —he loves giving it to you, and you're in sore need. You're a sponge for love, probably because you didn't get as much of it as you needed the last few years.

You poured it all into Junie 'til you had nothing else left, then you poured more.

Eddie does his business, gets distracted in the bathroom by a toothpaste stain on the sink and then decides he might as well brush his teeth while he's in here. He rushes through it, excited to get back to you and the warm patch of bed he's left behind for some Sunday morning languishing. He's thinking he can stroke your back until it pisses you off. He loves how you let him do it far past annoying you, hiding your squirming until you have no choice but to push him away, the tickling unbearable.

He's scratching his hair away from his face and squinting in the morning sun in the hall when he realises his prime time spot has been poached. A little arm curled around your neck, little face pressed to your face. Junebug hugs you while you snooze with a massive goofy smile on her lips, her cheeks chubby and her bare feet by your hip.

Eddie knows then, looking at her, that he was wrong for thinking you needed love. You may not have been getting all the love you deserved, but the love you needed has been in arm's reach for the last three years.

He climbs up the bed from the bottom, holding Junie's side up gently to slide beneath her.

"Good morning, Junie-girl," he whispers, meeting her tired eyes. "You have a sleepie. Want me to get it?"

Her nod is slow like her head is moving through jelly. Eddie reaches up around her to brush it from the corner of her eye, careful not to scratch her with his nail. "Ew," he whispers teasingly.

"Eddie," Junie grumbles.

"You're gross, babe."

"No," she says.

Eddie wipes her sleepie in his shirt, unbothered. "Mom gets bad sleepies too. Must be from her. But I'm kidding, I'm kidding, you're not gross, are you?" His voice turns to a loving croon. "You're beautiful."

You mumble something. Junie hugs you more insistently, prompting you to turn her way and pull your arm out. You drag her into your chest and bury your face in the side of hers, barely audible as you say, "He got that right." Cheek kiss, your hand covering her back, her pyjamas bunching under your slow back and forth, Junie looks as spoiled as any girl can.

Eddie inserts himself into the cuddle shamelessly.

"What were you doing?" you ask, reaching blindly for his hand.

"Me? Just using the facilities. You're real nosey, you know that?"

"Bite my head off for asking," you say. He imagines you'd shrug if you had the arm space. "I won't ask again."

"Good," he says, though that's the opposite of what he wants. Eddie plans on answering small questions from you for the rest of his life if he has a choice.

Junie plants a kiss on your cheek and uses her arms to leverage herself high enough to pout at Eddie. He brandished his cheek for a kiss, endeared when short fingers tangle in the hair by his ear. "Good morning," Junie says. "Mommy, you want breakfast?"

You giggle and push yourself up the pillow, elbow in the mattress to get some height. You look very tired still, but you're a dream in Eddie's eyes, skin puffy around your eyes and your lips chapped. He's so in love, he wants to unscrew the chapstick and put it on you himself. He genuinely might do it.

"Do you want breakfast?" you ask Junie. "Can you tell me? I want breakfast."

"I want breakfast," Junie says. 'Breakfast' is a struggle for her sometimes, heavy on the 'uh' sound, like break-f-uh-sssst. She's a slow learner, but getting better everyday. "Sausages."

That sounds even funnier in her high-pitched voice. You brush a curl from Eddie's face thoughtlessly, looking at him without really looking at him. "We'll have sausage, egg and grits, yeah? Yummy."

"Yummy," Junie agrees. She gives Eddie a pointed stare.

"Yummy," he says, scooping her up carefully to hold to his chest. "Let's go! Before mom thinks she's in charge of cooking!"

You laugh as Eddie stands up in the middle of your mattress, and Junie screams with it as he bounds off of it and into the hallway. "Eddie, you could've tripped on the sheets!" you chide.

"Oh no," he says, spinning down the hall, laughing himself as Junie starts her infectious baby giggle, vertigo pulling her head back.

He makes a maraca of your girl until you appear to get her back, and for a good ten seconds, Eddie manages to wrap his arm around your arm and spin you with them. Your laughter is as cute as June's but lined in real alarm. You get dizzy faster than your daughter does.

"Don't drop her," you plead, pulling away from him.

"As if I would."

"Please, Eddie, you're wearing slippery socks."

He stops spinning her. He doesn't feel dizzy himself, he wouldn't have risked something silly like that, but he stops because you were worried, and he only ever wants you to be relaxed, well-rested, and loved.

"Take your spawn," he says, passing her to you with the utmost care.

You take her and settle her against you, stroking her under the eye with the back of your finger. "Thank you. Eddie shook you around like a can of soda, huh? How do you feel?"

"Hungry," Junie says immediately.

You press a smile to her temple. "Good. Eddie's making breakfast."

Eddie could pump his fist in victory, he's that happy. You're finally letting him take care of you. "Three plates of the best sausage, egg, and grits ever coming right up, ladies."

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babyjakes · 10 months

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false god. [blurb.]

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event | june '23 ari-themed blurb night

summary | you might just get away with it, the alter is your hips. he'll worship this love.

pairing | sex god!ari levinson x innocent!virgin reader

warnings | err this is long but whatever. one (1) bad taylor reference. sex god!ari (he's his own warning). awakened daddy kink. innocent!virgin!reader (who maybe knows exactly what she's doing lol). mentions of foreplay. stretching. loss of virginity (not graphic or bloody). soft ari turns to strict daddy dom. one (1) spank. choking. little bit of hair pulling. some praise and degradation. i want him i need him he's my whole world—

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requested by @foxgloveprincess | what do you think sex god ari would do when after he going out one night, he meets a shy, virginal reader who instantly get his attention. then, when they get home and are getting hot & heavy, she accidentally reveals her daddy kink (in this scenario, ari’s never been called a ‘daddy’ before—which i know sounds ludicrous but still). new kink awakening? or a refusal because he’s so much more? all while ruining her. 🫣

an | ahhHhhHHH omg rach this is so so so brilliant thankyou for this amazing idea!!! i LOVE this ari, he never knew he needed to be a daddy until he heard that single word from such a precious, innocent sweetheart, i hope you enjoy what i did with this!!!

Ari's body is hot and heavy over you as his bare skin brushes against yours, hips rolling slowly as he teases his massive length over your virgin cunt. As he holds himself up, looking down over you as the sliver of moonlight shining in through the window illuminates your tender face, he can't help but pause for a moment, reaching up to cup the soft curve of your chin as he takes in your beauty. "Jesus, sweetheart," he curses under his breath. He's a well-experienced man; you're both well aware of this fact. But looking at you right now, with your soft locks of hair tangled against his pillow below your head, you've got him thinking you're the prettiest little thing he's ever managed to coax through his door.

His tip teases your entrance as you whimper weakly. You're so tiny and tight down there; you could barely take a single finger earlier when he opened you up on his couch, trying to help you prepare for this moment. "Just breathe, angel," the gentle man murmurs over you, stroking your cheek as he continues working the head of his cock against your swollen little clit. You hum sweetly, the sensation sending little sparks of pleasure surging through your core. Ari smiles as he sees you relaxing for him. "That's my girl," he praises as he tells you, "Now I'm just going to start easing it in, okay baby? Keep breathing, and tell me if you need me to slow down or stop."

As soon as he starts working his length inside of you, your whimpers return as you strain against the mattress beneath you. It's a struggle to manage even the tip, as he's not just long, but also incredibly thick. "Shhh," Ari tries to soothe you, still stroking your cheek with his thumb as he goes at a slow, careful pace. "Doing so good for me, pretty girl. Just relax, keep breathing," he reminds you as he continues opening you up.

As he works to fill you with more of him, you feel a harsh stretch beginning to pull at your insides. You cry out in a confused haze of pain and pleasure, the word escaping your lips before you even realize what you're saying— "Daddy..."

Ari stiffens against you, his jaw locking in a stern expression as he groans, "Fuck, baby. What'd you just call me?" His hand trails down to grab at your tit, causing you to squeak lightly in pleasure. A bead of sweat forms on the man's forehead. You're driving him absolutely crazy. And after the word that just slipped from your mouth, he doesn't know if he can temper himself for much longer. He gropes your breast more harshly before reaching back up, grabbing your chin to force you to look up at him. "Tell me," he commands, his voice now void of the patience he was working so hard to manage previously.

Your cheeks burn in embarrassment as you look up at him with wide, innocent eyes. Behaving like this, after such a dirty little slip-up, you're only making things worse for yourself. "P-please Ari," you whimper sweetly.

His eyes narrow. That's not what he was asking for, and you both know it. His hand comes down to close around your throat as he raises an eyebrow at you, his face darkening as he tells you, "I'll give you one more chance. 'Please' what, angel?"

"Please... please Daddy," you sniffle as his massive fingers close in around your poor throat. When he smiles, you see something hell-like sparkling in his eyes before he rips out of you, grabbing you by the waist and flipping you over onto all-fours. "Daddy!" you cry into the pillow below you as his large hand comes up to admire your rounded ass.

"Hush now, pretty baby," Ari murmurs as he positions himself at your entrance, holding your hip in place for himself with one hand as the other guides his throbbing cock to your dripping heat. "Since you wanna be such a filthy little slut, Daddy's gonna fuck you like one. Do you understand?" he asks. When your only response is more muffled whimpers and moans, he cracks his hand down harshly against your bare bottom. Tears burst from your pretty eyes as you let out a sob. "I said, do you understand?" he growls again, grabbing you by the hair and yanking your head back to look up at him.

"Y-yes! Yes Daddy," you cry through your tears. Ari can't help but think that you're even more beautiful when you cry like this. His ruined angel, his perfect little toy to wreck and ruin as he pleases. This is all too good to be true, and he knows he would be foolish to treat you with any less than the brutal punishing you're so clearly in need of.

"Good girl," he hums as he begins pushing himself inside of you, the feeling of fullness so intense that your knees tremble, threatening to give out. "Now just try to keep yourself upright, angel, but don't worry if you can't— Daddy will hold you up; Daddy will do everything for you. Don't need to worry about a single thing except laying there and getting fucked. Okay, sweetheart? Do you understand?"

You nod eagerly this time as he continues pushing into you, letting out a heavy groan as his tip finally reaches your ceiling. "There," he breathes, working himself in and out a few times to get you accustomed to his incredible size. "Now hold on tight, little girl," he grins as he pushes you down by the small of your back, getting ready to pound into you like a good daddy should. "Daddy's gonna take what's his now, and you're gonna give it all to me."

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