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chrisili · 6 months

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My apologies

Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x fem!reader

Summary: You and Edmund have to explore the underground together, alone and you punch him in his face. Accidentally.

Warnings: Make out session

Genre: fluff, rom-com

Word count: 2,3k

A.N.: So extremely obsessed with Narnia currently sooo here you go. This is in the time of Prince Caspian just for the plot but I imagine Edmund a little older here.

ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR OVER 100 LIKES ON MY LAST FF? ALSO I HAVE MY FIRST 3 FOLLOWERS AND THAT IS BEYOND EXCITING. THANK YOU!!!

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“Cas, wait! Woah,” while you were, almost casing, after your brother you tripped on a rock. You two were currently in the woods walking to your base where all the other humans, animals, dwarfs, centaurs and what not, were stationed. Caspian turns around to look at you almost tripping on a stone, let’s say he didn’t exactly try to be decent.

“Sister, if you keep this up the King is never gonna want you.” He said laughing while holding you to steady yourself. You look at him half blank, half annoyed. “Yes I am sure out of all the possible situations in the world, tripping in the woods would be THE reason for King Edmund to not be interested in me.” You slap his arm as he tries to help you and you resume your path. “Anyways, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. You and the High King Peter assigned me and Edmund to go deeper into the base to explore, to see if we find something useful, right? So, naturally, my question is, why the hell would you do that to me?”

Caspian pulls an arm around your shoulder while he walks with you, “why dear sister, here I thought I was doing you a favor? You obviously like the King and he obviously likes you back so why not spend some time with each other, together eh?”

You nod your head and squint your eyebrows sarcastically. “You know, that is a great idea! How about you send me to uncles castle and we can die there, together eh?”

Caspian looks at you suprised. “I don’t understand?” You roll your eyes, “clearly.”

“Brother tell me, have you maybe noticed how I act around the King?” Y/N asked while they were now on the big meadow in front of their base. As narrator, I have to agree with Y/N. With the handsome dark haired King around her, her head gets all blurry and it is hard for her to think. Although she really likes him she starts being more sarcastic than she already is when she sees his big brown eyes. With Caspian not taking your nervousness seriously and High King Peter actually adoring the thought of his little brother and Y/N, there was nothing to be done.

So you and King Edmund were now in the underground, exploring, dying (Just kidding, only you were, out of nervousness). Edmund was holing up his flashlight to look around, while you were holding a regular torch. You guys didn’t actually talk a lot because your brother was right, the King liked you back so naturally he was pretty nervous too.

“King Ed-” congratulations, you started chocking on your own saliva not even having spoken two words! You cough a little so your voice would come back. “I apologize, King Edmund. I was just wondering why your thing is a lot brighter than mine.” Edmund looked at you and chuckles, which warmed your heart and made your cheeks slightly pink, not that it mattered because it was too dark anyways.

“It’s a flashlight. It has batteries in it, it’s actually hard to explain.” He said scratching his neck. You just nod and kick yourself mentally for even bringing it up. As you two walk further you come across a kind of door frame. There was the frame but no door and in the room behind it was heavy blue lighting, shining though the ceiling, which was of course the moon. You both walked in and not even a minute later a heavy metal door was falling in to the frame. Both your heads turn immediately and you run up to the door.

“No, no, no, no. No please open, please don’t noo…..” you whine while hitting and punching the door to get out. As you realize that the door doesn’t actually open you drop your head with closed eyes.

“I didn’t realize it is such a burden for you to be alone with me.” Edmund said in a sarcastic voice while he just continued walking into the room, which was by the way massive. Not really a room, more like a cave. You turn your head to Edmund and then you started walking after him. “Your Highness I apologize deeply, again. It is not a burden being with you. It is just…” He turns around to look at you, you both standing pretty close to each other while he looks you deep in the eyes. You look back into his and you start giggling covering your mouth. Edmund lifted an eyebrow at you but before he could respond you heard a loud sound coming from the cave.

Both of you slowly walk into the direction where you heard the sound coming from. “I think you should go and look.” You say standing on your tip toes to get a better look from afar.

“Me?” Edmund says also looking into the dark in front of him.

“Mhm.”

“I think it would be better if you went.” Edmund said.

“Funny, because I don’t agree with your opinion in the slightest.”

He turns to you with an imitating look. “Your Highness.” You add.

Edmund breathes out heavily and starts walking up ahead. The further he goes the more he disappeared until nothing was left but darkness again. You started to kind of freak out in your head, because what’s being worse than being alone with Edmund in a cave is being alone with dead Edmund in a cave.

“Your Highness? Your Majesty? King Edmund?” You yell into the dark not getting an answer back. It would be an understatement saying that you were shitting your pants at this point. But you completely lost it when something tabbed your shoulder, your screamed as loud as you could throwing a punch at Edmund. Yes your read that right, the thing tabbing your shoulder was Edmund who was actually excited to prank you a little bit but now he was just holding his eye while tumbling back. “OW!” He yelled painfully while kind of falling and sitting on the ground. You run up to him and kneel beside him.

“I am so sorry my lord! I didn't see you! I thought it was something that wants to murder me, I was looking out for you and you didn’t come back, I got so scared without you so, oh please my King forgive me. I didn’t mean to really!” You keep rambling about how you are sorry while pulling a beautiful lace handkerchief out of your small satchel. You put some water onto it, also from your satchel and you start to lightly tab it on to the kings, now blue, eye. He hisses at first and moved away because of his reflexes but lets it happen right after. His eyes are closed while sitting there with you, you try to cool his eyes while no one was talking. You were deeply ashamed having punched the love of your life, I mean the king. (obviously)

“First you can’t bare being in one room with me alone and now you punch me in the face, you must really hate me.” He laughs a little still eyes closed. You take his hand with both of your hands, your words desperate. “Oh no, no your Highness. Quite the opposite really! I, in fact like you so much that I am strongly ashamed of myself. I’ve never been so ashamed in my life my lord, I mean it. Around you my head gets dizzy and I don’t know what to do or how to speak, what to say or how to act. I didn’t want to be in a room with you because I was afraid I was going to mess this up, which I obviously did. I don’t expect you to forgive me for I have done such a terrible thing.”

Silence. Deafening silence. Edmund opened his left eye (the good one) and looks up to you. (You kneeling and him sitting you were above him)

“You always hit people in the face you ‘like so much’?” He asks mockingly and you look blankly at him with your eyes building up some tears. When he sees your tears his face changes, he sits up and cups your face with his warm hands. He removes your tears with his thumbs repeatedly because you just wouldn’t stop crying.

“Y/N now I have to apologize. I was insensitive, I shouldn’t have mocked you about your feelings. Please stop crying, I can hardly see your beautiful eyes.”

Your heart stopped beating and you died on the spot, at least that’s what it felt like. “My what?” You said almost whispering, having stopped crying immediately and just looking blankly into Edmunds face. He smiled a little while holding your face softly.

“Your beautiful eyes, I always love looking at them. Just like the rest of you actually… I really like looking at you. Does that sound awkward? It does, doesn’t it?” He says dropping his arms while staring at the very interesting stone floor.

“Your Highness, I like looking at you a lot too.” You say smiling and he looks up at you again. He really wanted to keep staring into your eyes but for some unknown reason his eyes started to look at your lips instead. He took your face into his hands again to pull you closer and just before your lips were touching, he looked at you again, asking permission. You smiled and closed the distance between you.

Both of your eyes were closed, I mean his anyways because you hit him but still. You put one of your hands on his shoulder while moving the other one to cup his hand that is still cupping your face. It was just a peck but when he was about to pull away, you pulled him back in. This time moving your lips against his. Edmund was smiling widely into the passionate kiss while moving one hand down your neck. Without realizing it you climb onto his lab and kiss him faster now, both of your breathing sped up and you could hardly keep your hands to yourself. He actually bit your lip and you moaned a little into his mouth, that’s when you pulled away.

You looked at each other breathing fast, hair messy and unable to speak. Edmund tho was the first to say something. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. I went too far.” You shook your head. “No that is not it. It’s just I mean, it’s not really romantic here.” You say laughing a little and he starts laughing with you. Both of you helped each other up, having hearts in all three of your eyes.

Edmund told you then that when he went into the dark he actually came back through the dark, meaning it was kind of a loop.

“Are you saying we are trapped in here forever?!” You exclaim looking shocked.

“I don’t know, it seems to be some sort of magic, we could climb the wall but I don’t know if we fit through the holes.” He says looking up at the ceiling.

“Your Highness, no offense but even if I wanted to I couldn’t climb these walls, any walls for that matter.”

“Edmund.” He says not looking away from the ceiling.

“Excuse me?” You ask back.

“It’s Edmund, not ‘your Highness’.”

“How about, my love?” You ask chuckling and he looks at you blankly.

“Or not, it was just a thou-” you couldn’t finish your sentence because Edmunds lips pecked yours smiling. “I would like that very much, my queen.” He says kissing your cheek.

You couldn’t say anything because another voice appeared. “Edmund? Y/N? Are you in there?” You hear King Peter yelling from the other side of the metal door. Edmund rushed over to the door and yelled back. “Yes Peter, we are in here! Do you think you can open the door from outside?” Not having even finished, the door went up and on the other side were Peter and Caspian smiling.

“You idiot! You planned all of this didn’t you!” You yelled at your brother, storming to him and hitting his arm. He tries to shield himself with his hands while he was laughing. “So what it worked, didn’t it?”

“How did you use magic?” Edmund asked his brother.

“What are you talking about?” Peter said confused.

“The cave, it brought me back when I tried to walk further.” Peter started to laugh, “no offense brother but I think you might have lost your orientation in there blaming it on some magic." Edmund just scoffed and turned to his left.

“Oh god, Edmund what happened to your eye!” Peter asked worried wanting to touch Edmunds eye softly but Edmund slapped Peters hand away. “Y/N punched me.” On command, Caspian hit your arm hard. “OW! What was that for!?” You exclaimed while holding your arm. “How dare you punch the king of Narnia! You should apologize!” Caspian answers with a joking angry face. “Oh I’ll apologize all right!” So you and your brother actually started hitting each other or something.

Edmund then took you by your shoulders, away from Caspian walking with your hand in his. He took you out so you both stood under the moonlight, kissing each other softly.

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feralpuppygirlvictim · 2 months

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ehhhh sorry, not sure if I fuck with you, we’re going to have to have a 12 hour sloppy sweaty makeout shesh to see if I like your vibe, sorry! I don’t make the rules!

#transfem #mtf trans #t4t ns/fw #make out session #PLEASE

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a1teruniverse · 6 months

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#helluva boss #stolitz #fizzmodeus #fizzarolli #Stolas #stolas goetia #asmodeus #blitzø #Blitz #make out session

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call-me-a-simp · 1 year

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Heal My Wounds

Surprise (part 13)

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship, selfharm, eating disorder

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

Rhea walks back into her locker room. She just lost a match and is super frustrated and angry at herself.

"Hey babe, you did great out there" you try to cheer her up. She huffs "oh really? Then why'd I lose?"

You just stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to do or say. "I'm sorry darling" she sighs "I think I just need some time alone for now.. Will you wait in the car until I'm finished changing?"

You nod and grab the keys. You walk out the door and head for Rhea's car. You open it and sit down on the passengers seat.

About 20 minutes later you hear a knock on the drivers side window. You unlock the door and Demi gets in." Sorry you had to wait so long" she apologizes.

"It's fine, let's just get home." you brush it off. "why in such a hurry?" she looks at you confused. "mmh let's just say I have a surprise for you" you whisper and smirk.

"Is that so?" she grins. During the car ride she keeps her hand on your thigh. It's almost like a ritual now.

She trails her hand up and down, knowing your limits by now. You arrive at her apartment and get out.

"Soo, what is your surprise?" she asks, failing to hide her excitement. "Be patient babygirl" you tease her. She groans and follows you inside.

"Y/nnn" she begs. "Don't tease me like that". You chuckle "well, what about you go grab some snacks and meet me in the bathroom?"

Rhea looks a little confused but does what you say. You go and run a bath with lots of foam and sit down on the edge of the bath tub waiting for her. Stripped. Naked.

The door opens a few minutes later. Demi was looking down at the bags in her hands, seeming very concentrated.

"I didn't know what you meant by snacks so I just brought everything I found and-" she looks up and her jaw drops.

Everything she was carrying just moments before falls down onto the floor. You laugh. "I- uh- you.. What?!" Rhea stutters.

You walk toward her and cup her cheeks. "I thought you might like a surprise like this" you say grinning and kiss her.

She finally finds her words again "Oh, I'm gonna show you how much I like it" she growls and smirks.

She quickly gets rid of all her clothing, not bothering about the mess on the floor. "Come here baby" she says, her voice full of lust.

She grabs you by the wrist and pulls you in for a kiss. "How far am I allowed to go?" she groans. "Touch me where ever you'd like"

"Hmm but you don't need to do this just because of me" she hums and kisses you passionately. "I know" you breathe out.

Rhea picks you up, squeezing your ass making you moan into the kiss, which just turns her on even more.

"Fuck y/n I don't know if I can hold myself back" she whispers, panic seeping through. "Would you stop if I tell you to?" you ask her, keeping your calm.

"Always, I'd never hurt you on purpose" Rhea looks you deep in the eyes. She's dead serious. You smile and kiss her. "Then why don't you continue?" you smirk.

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Decided to let you suffer a little longer until the smut comes 😇 here's part 13

Taglist:@babybatlover @legit9thlunaticwarrior @thatonepansexual2000

#demi bennett #rhea ripley #rhea ripley x reader #wrestling #wwe x reader #surprise #bathtub #bathtime #girls kissing #make out #make out session #gxg scenarios #gxg imagine #gxg fluff #gxg smut #rhea ripley smut

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naffeclipse · 1 year

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Hmm well seeing as I’m Very Normal I am definitely not thinking about eclipse flirting in Italian and giving some neck kisses with a functional mouth

GOOD THING I AM NORMAL and not thinking about that haha that would mean I’ve already lost No Simp November on the first day

Oh yeah?

You catch a few words here and there, mostly understanding the terms of endearment you've heard him repeat over and over, low and sultry in his voice as he leans in closer. Your heart picks up in your chest, betraying you. His large hand glides up the back of your neck, fingers brushing against your scalp before grabbing your hair, holding you tight to keep you from escaping. He growls one more word, something you know is possessive, before pressing a heavy kiss against your throat. The breath in your lungs escapes you, ragged. His cool, rough touch sends a shiver down your whole body. He does it again, and again, and again, devouring you piece by piece. His hungry affection finds every inch of your skin, from your jaw to your collarbones. Love bites that burn sweetly. You should be fighting harder, but your fingers dig into the front of his shirt, holding on for dear life.

He softly snarls one more thing, "La mia bambola", before catching your bottom lip between his sharp teeth and dragging you deep into a kiss that shouldn't feel this good.

#make out session #ain't no way #no simp november smh not on my watch #sleuth jesters #mafia boss!eclipse #eclipse x reader #drabble i guess lol #tw suggestive #just in case

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euesworld · 11 months

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"Listening to good music while we make out is mandatory.. it's like I can feel the beat and melody in my soul and it's attached to my lips."

Plus my feelings kind of flow with the energy of the song and I feel kind of drunk on you.. making out to a good song can be pretty intoxicating - eUë

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cherryrainn · 8 months

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Can I request a make-out session with the greedler? Female reader pls. Nothing explicit pls, kinda like if they were having a conversation and it just turned into a make out session. Thank you 🩷

━━ ✧ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲

─ ✩ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; greedler (onceler) + you

─ ✩ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; here you go! i had fun writing this one hehe

─ ✩ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; sensual content, implied sexual desire, physical intimacy

you both settled on the couch after a delicious dinner, the low hum of music in the background creating an ambiance that felt almost magical. the conversation flowed easily, from mundane details about your day to deeper discussions about your dreams and aspirations.

onceler's fingers idly traced patterns on the back of your hand, his gaze lingering on your lips every so often. there was an unspoken tension between you, a connection that seemed to intensify with each passing moment.

you couldn't help but notice his lingering stares, and a soft smile curved your lips. "is there something on my face?" you teased, your voice laced with amusement.

his lips quirked into a playful grin, and he leaned in closer. "just contemplating how they taste," he replied in a voice that was lower and huskier than before.

a faint blush colored your cheeks, but the air was charged with anticipation. "and what do you think?"

he didn't respond with words. instead, his lips met yours in a gentle, exploratory kiss. it was as if the conversation had seamlessly transitioned into a new language – one of touch, taste, and shared longing.

as the kiss deepened, the conversation that had been flowing so easily earlier became unnecessary. your fingers found their way to the back of his neck, threading through the soft strands of his hair. onceler's arms encircled you, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

the rhythm of the kiss mirrored the rhythm of your heartbeats, a steady cadence that resonated through the room. the soft music seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the sound of your mingled breaths.

onceler pulled back just slightly, his gaze intense as he murmured, "you have no idea how long i've wanted to do that."

your lips quirked into a mischievous smile. "oh really? and how long is that?"

he chuckled, the sound rich and velvety. "long enough to drive me half-mad."

his confession only fueled the fire that had ignited between you. you pulled him back in for another kiss, this time with a touch more urgency. your fingers trailed down his chest, feeling the rapid rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your touch.

"is this madness a good thing?" you whispered against his lips, your voice threaded with desire.

onceler's eyes smoldered with intensity, his fingers tracing a path along your jawline. "with you? it's the best kind of madness."

#GREEDLER #onceler #the lorax #onceler x reader #y/n #reader insert #x reader #ask #greedler x reader #the onceler #the greedler #make out session #fem reader

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lemonflavouredchaos · 2 years

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Fuel to the Fire (Dmitri Antonov x Reader)

Based on a request recieved through my main blog -

“dmitri antonov x reader where they angrily make out, maybe after a fight, thank you <3″

This is an AU where Dmitri has no family in Russia and has decided to flee to America along with Hopper, Joyce and Murray to evade the governmental forces who will quickly realize that he knows more than he should if he turns up alive. Y/N is a foreign journalist resident in America who caught and sent to Kamchatka after being sent to Russia on behalf of a newspaper.

*Part 2 is here*

You had been no stranger to snow - at home the winters were bitter, but Russia was a whole new frontier. Even before you were caught red-handed on restricted grounds and sent to Kamchatka the sheer amount of snow had been mindblowing.

The lands beyond the prison were almost apocalyptic with it. Cold-bitten hands jammed into your armpits, you push on, head down, cursing the day you had taken your job at the Post,

“Keep up, little duck, or you’ll be left behind.” Even through the howling wind you could hear the smirk on his face. Dmitri Antonov was a smug arsehole - and that was a truth you’d take to your grave. Demons and monsters and beasties of all unknown varieties may have burst from the primordial ooze under the world to shake your concept of the supernatural, but God himself couldn’t have told you different about Dmitri,

“Keep up little duck,” you mimic, screwing up your face behind the scarf, “should have left you in the yard with the rest of the guards.”

“What?” Dmitri turns to call, eyes narrow against the wind but still bright and sharp in a way that makes your heart beat harder - the rest of the group grinds to a halt,

“I asked if it’s very far?” You shout back and he shakes his head,

“No - over the next hill,”

“You said that at the bottom of this hill!”

“Well forgive me for finding it hard to see in a blizzard, American!”

“I’m not American,” you call, but he was already turning away, “dickhead.”

No amount of wrath could keep you warm, however, and the sight of a smudge on the horizon that slowly became a cabin of sorts was like manna from heaven. Though it was lean-to, weathered, and in darkness, it might as well have been a palace. Hopper throws his bulk against the jammed door once, twice, three times before it gives then stands back to usher you all in. It’s inky inside, but already warmer thanks to the wind. When the door shuts once more, the blackness is complete for a few moments; someone brushes past you, making the hairs on your arms stand up then a clicking breaks the tension and a dim gas lamp lights.

Dmitri looks over his shoulder, raising the lamp with a wry smile,

“Happy now?” There’s a glint in his eye that makes your stomach churn, but you simply raise your chin and shrug,

“I mean, I’m happier.”

“Then I am happy,” he says with a snort and pushes past you, “if only all our problems were solved so quickly.”

The real problem, other than the fact that Katinka couldn’t possibly you all (which at least rid you of Yuri’s presence), was that he had a poker face most professionals would kill for. There was no way of knowing how much of what he said was a friendly, or at least non-malicious barb, and what was a serious jab.

With the lights lit and a small fire crackling in the woodburner that heats the house, the small building almost feels comfortable. You settle into a musty chair and sip your share of the nameless liquor that Hopper had pulled from a musty cupboard,

“Well, the good news is that there are, in fact, dry, non-mouldy beds ith blankets,” Murray says, striding into the room with his usual swagger, “the bad news is there are only three of them which means four of us are sharing... now, I don’t know whether getting a bed to yourself is the prize or the shortest straw, but I feel that whoever sleeps alone gets the extra blanket because... well, less body heat. Fair?”

“Hop and I can share,” Joyce says it nonchalantly, but a little too quickly. The room goes silent for a few seconds and Dmitri’s eyes flick to yours, brows quirking a little.

“Ok, that leaves... us three,” Murray looks between you,

“I think the two of you should share,” you say, crossing your arms,

“I think I’d rather shit in my hands and clap,” Dmitri replies dryly,

“I have to admit, between our resident Russian’s charm and your sparkling personality, the choice is hard to make,” Murray spreads his hands, “but I have a suggestion that none of us will be happy with.” He grabs a hanging edge of some peeling wallpaper and tears a strip loose, then hooks a piece of charcoal out of the fireplace with the poker. Tearing three strips, he smudges a black mark onto one piece and folds the three. Pulling the hat from his head, he drops the paper in and shakes it, “whoever pulls the black spot gets the honour of freezing his, or her, ass off alone. Yes? No arguing?”

You exchange a look with Dmitri then shrug,

“Fine,” you say,

“Alright,” Dmitri grunts and rolls his thick shoulders, “ladies first.” He motions to the hat and you reluctantly lean in to take a square of paper. He follows your lead and Murray claims the last piece,

“Well... shall we find out together children?” Murray asks and you nod. The yellowing paper opens up to reveal... nothing. You resist the urge to swear,

“Well shit.” Murray throws his head back and laughs, “look who won the lottery.” The black spot on his paper stands out like a neon light in the dim room. Dmitris eyes flash at you in the half light,

“Alright American, looks like we’ll have to make peace, no?” He asks with a strange twist of his mouth,

“I’m not fucking American,” you growl and turn on your heel, “and I’m going to wash.”

“Leave the water in the tub” Hopper calls, “God knows how much hot water this fire’ll get us.”

The water runs cloudy but warm, then hot as hell. Almost scalding, actually, thanks to the wood burner. An ancient lufah and a curling heel of soap, clearly left by the last people to pass through the safehouse make decent work of the grime and blood engrained into your body and you step from the steaming tub pink and tingling. Almost raw without the layer of dirt you have become so accustomed to, you peel the sodden underwear from your skin. It’s not exactly fresh and clean, but a quick scrub and a place to hang will be about as good as it gets until you get home,

“Y/N?” Joyce’s voice is muffled through the door,

“Yes?”

“I found some old nightdresses in the wardrobe, do you want one? Hop’s boiled a bucket of water for washing clothes.”

“Yes, please,” you say, voice laden with relief and inch the door open, extending a hand, “thank you.” The material is slightly rough but thick,

“There’s a pair of sock too,” Joyce says, “Hop and I are in the room by the stairs, you and Dmitri are at the back of the house.”

“Thank you.” The socks are clearly mens, but the thick wool feels heavenly on your feet and the voluminous night dress takes the chill from the air as you shuffle downstairs and Joyce takes your place in the bathroom. Hopper and Murray nod, “clothes,” you say with an apologetic nod, “I already did my... uh, undergarments.” Hopper nods and points to a makeshift drying rack in front of the wood fire,

“I’ll do ‘em,” he said, “I’m last in the tub, anyway... for obvious reasons.” He is undoubtedly the most caked in grime and blood. You grimace and nod,

“Thank you... I might just head up, then,” you say and he nods,

“Night.”

Though run down in appearance, the house is solid - the floorboards don’t creak, and the hinges are silent as you open the door, which may be why Dmitri doesn’t look up when you walk into the room. Shirtless, in a pair of tight, grey lounging pants of some kind, and frowning into a mirror, he’s washing his face and body with a rough cloth and a steaming bowl of water. He’s imposing, of course, but somehow vulnerable in the dim, warm light - that’s your first thought, then his eyes flick to you and you jump,

“Oh, shit, God sorry, I-”

“It’s fine,” he says and waves a broad, calloused hand before lifting a chunky straight razor to cut the dark, curling hair that had started to form on his face over the days of walking, “we’re about to get a lot closer than this.”

“Yep,” it’s meant to sound flippant, but your voice comes out hard and flat. Dmitri sighs and wipes his face, turning to face you as he crosses his arms across his broad chest. The dark hair peppered across his chest and belly shines in the low lighting,

“You don’t like me very much, do you? Why?” He asks, and you gape,

“Why? You’re... look, do we have to do this now?”

“I think we should,” he raises his brows, “rather than sleep with the issue between us.”

“You’d rather sleep with nothing between us?” You retort and he smirks, chuckling,

“I’d rather sleep with the certainty you’re not going to smother me in my sleep,” he murmurs and looks down, “I know you have no reason to trust a Kamchatka guard, but I have no ill will to you...”

“You think I don’t like you because you worked as a prison guard?” You gape,

“Well, I can’t think of another reason why you would feel so strongly.”

“I don’t like you because you’re a sarcastic, caustic, infuriating, smug-”

“Hold on-”

“Arrogant-”

“Wait-”

“Arsehole,” you cross your own arms and then, emboldened by his shock, you push on, “and I don’t know why you bothered asking because you’ve made it pretty clear that you don’t think much of me.”

Dmitri scratches his clean-shaven chin and licks his lips,

“You think I don’t like you?” He asks, and for some reason it makes you want to scream,

“Oh you’ve made that very clear with your condescending ‘little ducks’ and ‘Americans’,and by the way fuck you for that - I am not American, how would you like it if I called you Lativan or Serbian?” His face starts to flush, and he starts to speak even as you push on. The words become uninteligible, mashing together as the two of you draw close to each other, hands gesticulating, until you are nose to nose and his face changes. Dmitri goes quiet and a small smile plays at his lips,

“You’re beautiful when you’re angry,” he murmurs, and the words are louder than gunshots. You freeze, heart hammering in your chest, torn between the desire to scream and the overwhelming urge to laugh. The shock of it alone could send you to your knees, “very beautiful,” he says, then with a devilish smile, “for an American.”

If he had been expecting you to push him it’s likely he would not have stumbled, but your hands in his chest send Dmitri reeling before he recovers and closes the space between you, hand sliding into your hair to tug you close. It’s the kind of kiss that usually only exists in fiction; he looms over you, hands brutally strong as he bears you back against the wall. Struggling to pull your hands from between the rough material of your nightgown and the cool, soft skin of his belly, groping at the thick muscles of his shoulders and whimper into his mouth. Dmitri pins you with his weight, catching your bottom lip between his teeth for a moment before he wraps a strong arm around your waist and drags you to him.

It still feels like a struggle as you dance backwards, his mouth trailing down your neck and he surges forward, but your hands seem to be tugging him close rather than pushing him away, now. Teeth nip at your collar bone, the heat of his tongue on the corner of your jaw sends electricity through your body.

Lifting your feet from the ground, Dmitri grunts as your arms twine around his neck and wrap your legs around his waist, breath leaving you in a huff as you collide with the wall again and something clatters in the room. A hot, heavy tension settles between your legs and you nip his lips sharply enough to make him hiss. Dmitri pulls away for a moment, eyes heavy lidded and hazy as he dips down to seek another kiss, chasing your lips as you squirm and a giggle drips from your lips and his hands drop to your rear. The frenzy is over - the next few kisses are firm but slow,

“God woman, you’ve decided to kill me slowly,” he growls, accent almost thick enough to cut, as his hands slide under the nightgown and find bare skin, “or perhaps this was your plan all along.”

“Fuck you,” you whisper, but it lacks conviction - your body is humming with need.

“If you insist,” he mutters, but before you can reply Hopper’s voice breaks the moment,

“Y/N? Dmitri?” You squirm away from his searching hand and he stops, pulling away to let you straighten your nightgown,

“Yes?” Dmitri calls,

“Everything alright, heard a crash?”

“That was me,” Dmitri calls, eyes sliding to you, “I knocked over the stool when I was shaving.” Silence,

“Right.” Hoppers voice is so thick with disbelief it might as well be an accusation. You flush, “sleep tight you two.” .

You start to laugh, covering your mouth to muffle the sound as Dmitri purses his lips and shakes his head, the skin at the side of his eyes crinklin, “forgive me,” he whispers after a few moments, “I couldn’t resist.”

“The joke, or the kiss?”

“Either,” he takes another step back, licking his lips, “I did not... I don’t dislike you, in fact I like you more than I should.” Suddenly it makes more sense - the way he herded you, checked on you, teased you. It wasn’t hostility. You take a breath,

“I feel foolish now,” you admit and scratch your head,

“No,” he shook his head, the clean, sharp smell of the soap he had used to wash worming its way into your nose as the windows rattle and the snow outside swirls, “it is perhaps, how do you say, a miscommunication?” You shiver and he turns to look at the bed, “I can sleep on the floor, if you will be more comfortable, I understand-”

“No,” you shake your head, “no, that’s not... necessary.”

“I promise to be a gentleman,” he says, raising his hands as if in surrender and as you slip past him to clamber between the covers you smirk and take the plunge,

“What a shame.”

#dmitri antonov x reader #dmitri antonov x Y/N #dmitri stranger things #Stranger Things #non-American Y/N #make out session #angry makeout

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twilightsparklelife · 29 days

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#make out session #princess twilight sparkle #daybreaker mlp

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birwlip · 5 months

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seriously need Paige & Caitlin to make out or sumn, cause the comparisons are too much !!

they’re both gay, and seemingly have the same type; if there is one thing they are fighting over- it is the girls 🙄

#paige bueckers #caitlin clark #make out session

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blackhakumen · 6 months

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Mini Fanfic #1149: First Ever Pocky Game Attempt (King of Fighters)

3:54 p.m. K and Kula's Apartment..........

Leona: (Looks Down a Small Box of Different Color Coded Sticks Shingo's Holding in his Hand) So these are the Pocky Sticks you've been telling me about, Shingo-Kun?

Shingo: (Happily Nodded) Yep!~ One of Japan's finest snack treats with three different flavors. I....didn't know which one of these in particular you would like, so I picked the box with the most variety.

Leona: I see. (Picks up One of the Sticks Out of Box Before Examining it a Bit Closer) And the challenge states that I eat one end of the stick while you eat on the other simultaneously?

Shingo: (Nodded Some More) Yep-Yep! It's pretty simple really. Whoever's mouth comes off the Pocky or gets to the middle first loses. And if.....(Starts Blushing While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) we reach to point of the both of us kissing, it'll be automatic tie.

Leona: (Snickrs a Bit) What's with the flustered face for, darling?~ You do know we've kissed many times before, right?

Shingo: Yeah, but this is the first time we're gonna do the Pocky Challenge, as an official couple! (Starts Twiddling his Fingers a Bit) I wanted it to be a little special....or worth your time at least, you know?

Leona: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness) Your sweetness alone is worth every bit of my time being spent.

Shingo: (Smiles Back) Yours too~ Now let's get started.

Leona: (Nodded To his Commend) Right! Shall we do this on the count of three?

Shingo: Yeah-yeah. (Starts Leaning a Little Closer to his End of the Stick) One......

Leona: Two..........

Shingo/Leona: Thr-

Before either side could even begin the challenge, Kula suddenly jumps up in the middle out of nowhere and takes a single, huge bite of the pocky completely, leaving the couple. In question flabbergasted.

Kula: (Gushes Happily on the Pocky She's Eating as She Slowly Floats Down at Towards her Seat) Mmm it's so delicious, i love it!~

Shingo: (Comically Glares at his Blue Haired Friend) What the heck, Kula!?

Leona: (Gives Kula an Older Sisterly Glare on her Face) What did we say about eating someone else's snacks without asking first?

Kula: (Clasps her Hands Together While Putting on a Apologetic Look on her Face) I'm sorry!~ K was telling me about what pockies looks like that I couldn't help but to taste one for myself.

Leona: (Pinches the Bridge of her Nose While Groaning in Annoyance) Of course K has something to do with nonsense....

?: To be fair.....

The trio turns to see K munching on one of the pockies while holding a box of them in his hand.

K: She did asked me about them beforehand. (Quickly Raises his Hand at Shingo, Abruptly Sopping Him From Yelling Out his Name) And before start blowing up a casket, I only wanted to taste one for myself and so far.....(Continues Munch While Nodding in Approval) Mm. These aren't half bad.

Shingo: (Takes a Very Deep Breath Before Gritting his Teeth, Trying his Hardest Not to Blow an Actual Casket) Well, K', if you REALLY wanted to.know what they tasted like, then why haven't you asked me to buy you a box WHILE I was at the store at the time?

K': Phone was charging.

Leona: (Raises an Eyebrow, Unconvinced) Really? And what was stopping you from texting him while it was charging.

K': (Shrugs) Thought never occurred at the time, I dunno.

Shingo scrunches his hands in anger as he tries to approaches K', only to be stopped by Leona when she place her hand onto his shoulder and shakes her head at him, calming him down instantly as he sits back down in his seat and lets out a sigh of pure defeat.

Shingo: Glad you enjoyed the Pocky, K'. Truly.

K': Thanks, but I rather saved my appetite for our movie night coming up. (Turns to Kula While Lifting The Box Up a Little) Want the rest these, Kula?

Kula: (Let's Out a Gasps Before Turning to Shingo and Leona) Can I really have rest of them?

Shingo: (Smiles Sheepishly at Kula) Sure.

Leona: (Smiles as Well) Knock yourself our, Kula.

Kula: (Let's Out a Happy Squeal Before Hugging the Couple) Thank you, thank you, thank you so much!~

Kula rushes over to K' as he gives her the rest of the pocky sticks for her to eat.

K': If you lovebirds need me, I'll be in the kitchen seeing if Bogard got the pizzas yet. (Makes his Way to Kitchen With a Pocky Munching Kula Following Behind) I'm starving.

Shingo/Leona: 'Kay.

Shingo: ('Sighs Heavily') I love these two, but they can be a real headache sometimes......

Leona: Kula isn't too difficult to deal with at times. (Rolls her Eyes) Which is more than I can say for K' oddly enough......

Shingo: Tell me about it. Sorry that our first ever Pocky Challenge had to end like that. If I've known that would happen sooner, I would've brought two boxes instead of just one.

Leona: (Gives her Boyfriend a Reassuring Smile) That's quite alright, Shingo-Kun, I'm not opposed to trying again next year. Although, I do believe there's an alternative we could both do while making up for lost times. (Pulls Out a a Lipstick From her Pocket)

Shingo: (Eyes Widened a Bit in Genuine Surprise) Wait, timeout. You actually wore makeup before, Leona-san? I never even noticed.

Leona: I usually wear a few on some occasions. (Carefully Puts Lipstick onto her Lips) Even then, I wouldn't say I was ever completely fond of them to begin with.

Shingo: (Starts Blushing a Bit) Oh, well....I-I think you look amazing, with and without 'em on, ypu know?

Leona: (Smiles Softly) Why, thank you~ It means so much to hear you say that. (Smile Turns into a Seductive Smirk) As reward for your undying kindness, allow me to give you the loving and comfort you very much deserve, dar~ling-

Shingo: (Quickly Sticks his Hand Put Before Getting Up From his Seat) Wait! Before we start doing ANYTHING, let me do some stretches first, i-if ypu don't mind of course

Lrona: Not at all. Stretches can be beneficial for one's body in the long run.

Shingo: (Starts Stretching his Arms.....) Right? (.....Then his Back.....) It's super important! (.....Then Squats Down and Stretch Both his Legs Out) Helps you get more flexible resilient for years down the road with no strings attached. (Gets Back Up on his Feet)

Leona: How are you feeling right now?

Shingo: (Place his Hands onto Both his Hips With a Proud Smile on his Face) ('Whew') I feel like I'm falling a bit behind from my stretching routines there, but other than that, I'm feeling pretty good for the most part. Ready whenever you are-

Leona immediately pulls Shingo in a very loving kissing on the lips before pulling away for a second, leaving her boyfriend love struck in complete awe.

Shingo: W-W-Wow......That....might be our best kiss yet.......

Leona: (Taking a Bit if a Breather) Y-Yeah......I-I think so too.....But we are NOT done yet, mister~

Shingo: Yeah? Well....G-Give me your best shot, ma'am! No holding back!~

Leona: Gladly~ (Resumes Back to Making Out with her Boyfriend on the Sofa)

K': Oi, lovebirds! Rock says he'll be here in a few minutes with the pizza. (Walks Back Into the Living Room) I even convinced him to buy you two a new pack of Poc-

K' looks down to see Leona kissing all over a lovestruckend Shingo Yabuki's face before letting out his signature sigh.

K': (This is a very unsurprising turn of events and icky one nonetheless. (Shrugs) Eh. I'll let 'em be for now. It's the least I can do for ruining their little game.)

K walks back to the kitchen, leaving the couple alone in their session without either of them even noticing their friend's presence in the first place.

Happy (Yet Another) Belated Pocky Day, Everyone!~

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#king of fighters #shingo yabuki #leona heidern #kula diamond #k'#rock (mentioned)#pocky day #pocky game #or lack thereof #make out session #cute romance #humor #shingo x leona #edited

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