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babygorewhore · 16 days

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Staying over

Frat! Rafe Cameron x autistic! Fem reader

Rafe brings you over to his apartment to stay over for the first time. W. C 1.4K

Warnings! Mutual masturbation! Choking! Spitting! Daddy kink! Unprotected sex! Dividers by @xxbimbobunnyxx reader is autistic but it’s not explicitly said!

Your bag was stuffed with pajamas, medication, stuffed animals, and of course a charger for your headphones. It was the first night you were spending the night at Rafe’s apartment off the college campus as his girlfriend. You weren’t necessarily nervous staying with him. It was more about the change in routine being at someone else’s house. Rafe did pretty well in accommodating you and your needs but you were still apprehensive.

He opened the door for you, carrying your bag as you pulled off your headphones. He bought you a really expensive pair two weeks ago, one of the nicest gifts you’d ever received. But you loved giving him gifts too, especially hand crafted. You removed your shoes, matching socks padding the hardwood floor as you looked around. You saw your trinkets you made him on his desk and shelves.

“Aw, you have them up!” You grin and he nods.

“Of course I do, princess. My girls talent is always gonna be shown off.” You blush and look at the floor as you both walk into his bedroom. He sets down your bag and pulls you into a hug.

“You okay, baby? Hungry?” Rafe sets his chin on top of your head.

“No, I ate before you picked me up.” You answer back and he sighs.

“I love you, princess. I’m glad you’re here. I missed you.”

You giggle and bury your face in his chest. “We talked last night. And this morning. And this afternoon-“

“So? I want you with me all the time. You’re my favorite person.” He mumbles, playing with your hair and he pulls back. Rafe’s blue eyes search yours but your gaze roam his face.

“Do you wanna get comfortable? Watch a movie or something?”

You playfully poke his shoulder.

“Is that just an excuse, Mr. Cameron? For you to get me in your bed?” He smirks and leans down.

“I don’t need an excuse for that, baby. But I don’t want to overwhelm you or anything.”

“You’re sweet, you know that, Rafe?” He breathlessly runs a hand through his hair, flustered by your compliment.

“Yeah, only for you though. But damn, babe. How much did you pack for tonight?” He gestures to your backpack. “You gonna change outfits every hour?”

You push him gently with a laugh. “Shut up! I need my things or I’ll lose my mind!”

Rafe sits on the bed, legs spread as he rests his elbows on the mattress. His shirt material bunching. “Easy with the violence, baby girl. Why don’t you get changed? Show me what you brought.”

You unzip your bag, pulling out a cute piece you bought the other day. The material was soft and comfortable. An oversized Ghostface night shirt that would reach your mid thigh with your black pair of shorts.

You quickly changed, his eyes sweeping over you as you stood in front of him. Rafe’s hand settled low on your hips, fingers playing with the material of your shorts. “Mmm, you’re so pretty, princess. You’re my fuckin dream girl.”

You bite your lip, feeling slightly anxious as you notice a change in sound. It must have been a dying battery somewhere but it was making your skin crawl. You wanted your headphones but you also didn’t want to seem like you wanted to tune him out.

“You don’t think I’m…weird, right?” You ask quietly and he frowns.

“Uh oh. I know that look. You want your headphones?” You grimace and nod.

“I’m sorry. I’m trying to tolerate more but-“ Rafe tugs your face to him, cupping your neck.

“Nah, baby. None of that. It’s okay. I know what I signed up for.” You smile gratefully as he brings them to you seconds later, securing them around your ears.

After needed time of quiet, you sat on his bed with your eyes shut as you held your plushie close to you and Rafe tried not to fidget too much. Finally, you removed your barrier and set them down on his side table.

“Can we watch something?”

“Of course, baby doll. Anything you want. Even the scary shit.” You immediately perk up, media being some of your special interests.

“Sinister?” You suggest and he grimaces before catching himself. “What? Is that one too much for my big scary boyfriend?” You tease.

“Fuck no. I wouldn’t be a fuckin dumbass and stay in the house like that dude did.”

“No, you’d offer the demon to snort a line of coke with you.” You dead pan and he laughs. Loudly.

“Jesus, you’re funny.”

You were hyper focused on the movie as the night went on, informing Rafe facts you’d learned by hours of research on your own time and he listened best he could. But you didn’t notice his hand lingering around his crotch. Not until the movie was over and you had laid flat on your back with him next to you.

You felt him shift and you grew quiet. Your own needs rising as Rafe switched his LED lights on a dimmer setting. His fingers drifted to touch your arm, tracing your skin as he looked at you.

“You’re driving me insane, doll. I feel like I’m gonna fuckin bust in my pants.” You swallow and stare at the ceiling.

“Driving you insane?”

“Yeah. Your body is perfect. Shorts barely covering your ass and tits bouncing. You don’t even have to try. I’ve been thinking about you staying here for days. I jerk off about it.” He admits without an ounce of shame and your face heats up.

“Me too.”

“Yeah? You finger fuck that wet pussy thinking about me?” Rafe asks, his voice growing lower and you nod. Play with that pussy then you’re gonna cream on my dick.”

You suck your fingers, getting them damp before you tug down your shorts and panties. Your cunt clenches as you circle your clit, wetness pulsing as you feel Rafe take his cock in his fist. You slide two fingers in easily, your body accustomed to this as you pump them. You moan as you hear Rafe pant and feel him roll his hips.

“Ah, fuck. Something about you alone in your room, fucking yourself while you think about me.” He strokes harder before he finally breaks and pulls you on top of him.

Your legs straddle his lap, his hands gripping your ass as he pushes you down on his dick, he sits up and you tear off his shirt. Your fingernails lightly dig into his chest. You take him to the hilt, your right hand moving to play with his balls.

“Look at me,” He orders and you bounce on his cock, avoiding his eyes but he refused to let it go. “No. Keep your eyes on me, princess. I wanna see how it good it feels when you cream on my cock,” he growls and you obey him as you grind down.

He massages your tits as he helps you, your movements growing sloppy as you get closer. “Rafe-it feels so good-“ You stammer and he grunts.

“Yeah, babydoll? You like it when daddy fills you up? You like being a greedy little slut for me?” You nod with a whimper and he slaps your ass hard. “Cum for me, princess. And then I’m gonna fucking pound you until you’re screamin.”

You cum all over his dick, whining as you shake and your vision goes white but he’s relentless as he flips you on your back. His hand around your throat. He lifts one leg over his shoulder, getting a deeper angle and thrusts harder.

You shriek from overstimulation but your hands clutch his shoulders. “Open your mouth,” He says and you do. He spits inside, “You’re such a good girl, baby. Taking me like a fucking whore,”

“Mhm, needed this so bad, daddy. I want you to cum in me, want it to spill out and soak the bed.” You beg and he moans, tightening his grip on your neck, keeping your eyes on him.

“That’s it, princess. Proud of you for talking through it,” He huffs before he cums in you, the headboard slamming against the wall and your pussy squelches. He lets go of your throat, hands on either side of your head as he fucks through his climax.

“Fuck, princess. Squeezing me so hard, your cunt feels so good,” He praises and you blink rapidly as he pulls out, pumping his dick and cum drips on your tits. “Messy little slut. I want you to get on all fours. Gonna cum on that pretty tattoo on your back.”

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emsgoodthinkin · 9 months

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~ never did this before | virgin!Eddie Munson x virgin! Thick!Fem Reader \\ modern au

This story is based off the song Wet Dreamz by Jcole **recommend listening to it first to understand the story// can be perceived/read regardless if you are a poc; as I am mixed ♡ [descriptions of reader having tan skin and brown eyes; so it meets in the middle if you are a poc or not]

• Summary: after weeks of flirting and crushing on each other, you finally pop a serious question into your bestfriend Eddie’s head, and he has a hard time providing you with an honest answer // this is more like a rom com

• Warnings: MDNI; smut (not too explicitly) fluff, both kinda experienced? soft Eddie, cocky Eddie, sassy reader, brief mentions of smoking and drinking, he’s a little bit of a perv, masturbation, 69, protected piv, premature ejaculation, heavy petting, grinding, confessions, slight insecure thoughts? (both are 18+) word count :3.4k //sry 4 errors

Eddie’s Pov

Calculus. The last class of the day. My favorite class overall.

There she sat, giggling on her phone, showing me silly photos she took of her dog Skittle, the sun shining just right on her honey toned tanned skin, hair laying just as perfect as ever in that simple, claw clip. Curls and wavy bangs sectioned to shape her face, brown eyes that matched mine and oh those glossy lips..

I wanna kiss you so fucking bad baby.

Her outfit of the day, that new pink and black checkered shirt she got at the mall that I drove her to.

It’s so tight on you sweetheart, your tits look beautiful today.

White Reeboks as I have, but very much cleaner…

Those 100% perfectly stretchy, acid wash jeans you wear every week that fit your ass so fucking bad.. fuck don’t bend over.. don’t—

“Eddie? what’s wrong with you?”

Fuck— didn’t realize the moan that I slipped out when she dropped her phone, she cracked it..but all I could focus on were the back of her thighs when she bent over

“Sorry uh- I think I’m just sore from carrying those amps last night”, he says now rubbing his not sore bicep with a pout

Lie.

“Oh babe I’m sorry, come by later and I can rub it out for you” she replies

Why the fuck would you say that to me right now—

“Oh yeah? You’d just love to get your hands on me always huh sweetheart? ” leaning back in my seat, with a cocky smile

You blush and shove my arm playfully “you’re so stupid, you know what I meant”

——

She’s been like this for the past month, after Harringtons party. Smoking and drinking under that patio umbrella, away from everyone else. Laughing, holding on to each other for dear life. I tell her jokes, she ugly laughs. I love her laugh, it’s not fake it’s genuine like her.

We met at the drink table, both preferring whiskey over the red shit they put out.

We talked about our intrests, I was very suprised and impressed with how she carried herself. How she talked about herself. How she sat comfortably on my lap; as if we knew each other for forever.

Obviously her thick hips in that royal blue, tacky dress she wore caught my attention first

It takes a certain kinda person to make me laugh but she.. she was probably the most funniest and beautiful fucking girl I’ve never seen. A few beauty marks as she would call it, scattered down her neck and arms. Eyelashes so dark she could always pass on the mascara, the sweet charm and sass she had to her.. she was something different.

She was fresh to town and it was relief to meet someone new. Similar childhood experiences, divorced parents but her dad stopped reaching out to them. Her mom was just a bitch to her. Very narcissistic person but, she had her kind moments. She definitely wasn’t the worse mother I’ve ever heard of.

All of that lead to a heavy make out session in the bathroom.

Sitting at the edge of the toilet, her scratching the back of my head with those sharp coffin shaped nails, me squeezing the fat of her ass on my lap. Hell, I was surprised how into this she was.. considering I’ve only kissed two girls in my life.

Sure I’ve watched my fair share of porn, visited sex stores, took a few notes; even got a handy under the bleachers last year from Carol. She forgot to pay for the weed I gave her, she offered, why not.

“Oh yeah, what’s your name again?” I ask kissing down her neck

“Y/N, but you can call me anything you want right now” she whimpers at the feeling of me nipping her throat

-“fuck you’re a r-really good kisser”

“-could say the same about you sweetheart” feeling the roll of her heat over my already strained dick.

I wonder how many guys she’s done this with

“Sorry, I don’t usually do this but, there’s just something so sexy about you”—

Biggest fucking ego boot ever.

“Fuck baby, if you keep talkin to me like that I’m gonna bust”

“Awe, am I making you feel some typa way Eddie?” She smirks looking down at me

“You know you are”

—

Unfortunately that ended quicker than it started, Robin got too hungover and needed our space.

She told me her classes and we exchanged numbers.

After that we talked everyday on FaceTime after getting home from school. I show her a new guitar riff and she shows me the new necklaces or shirts she ordered.

Sometimes she’d forget she was on camera and changed out of her bra a few times.

Hey, couldn’t help but to look come on, I am just a man

I can’t tell you the amount of times I’ve fucked myself to that imagine every morning.. and evening and night..

Slept on the phone together, hung out at lunch together.

I only ever seen her at lunch other than at the end of the day in Mrs. Wilson’s calculus class. Bringing us back to now

——

“Mr. Munson are you done chatting now?” Wilson knocks me out of my trance

“Sorry bout that, yes ma’am” giving her a thumbs up sitting back up straight as she rolls her eyes subtly.

You slide me note. Folded up, in blue highlighted letters

You ever have sex before? Circle Yes or No ♡

fuck—we never even discuss stuff like that! how haven’t we? Don’t embarrass yourself man

Course I have, why? what’s got you so curious? ;)

I watch her look away quickly, gulping when she covers the paper to respond back

Well.. you’re cute and shit & was wondering if you wanna come over friday..? My parents have been gone all week and..we can hang or do whatever.. ♡

Did she wanna fuck? I hope so —wait you’re a virgin idiot, wait is she? probably not

I’m already there babe ;)

I reply with an easy smile, hiding the fact I’m in a state of panic

Good.. and uh bring those handcuffs on your wall too.. ♡

No way she’s a virgin talking like that

She rushes outta the classroom at the bell, turning back with a wink

Holy shit I gotta talk to Harrington.

“-and that’s what I’m saying dude, just sweet talk her, treat her like a princess, rub her in all the right places”—

“Okay but what ARE those places? I know her like tits and shit.. and well under her panties but what does it feel like? Ya know putting in it? What if I cum too fast and she laughs or runs away and never talks to me again..”—

I’ve been pacing back in forth in Family Video, loud where all the customers could hear. Definitely loud enough for Robin to upchuck her lunch

“No Eddie- just, come back here— Rob? watch the front please?” Steve grabs me by the shoulder making a bee line to the stock room

Sitting on the empty table still trying to gather my thoughts of Steve’s advice. “Well?” I rush out

“Damn man let me sit down first” he scoffs pulling a chair over to me

“Alright, you wanna know what inside a vagina feels like right?”

“Jesus, can you just say pussy or some shit”

“Same thing” he glared

“Okay well it’s not really sexy to just say vagina-

-“god Eddie, do you wanna know or not?” I can tell I’m testing his patience, I shut my lips, nodding eagerly

“Okay, so It’s like this- well like wet and really, really warm, almost like hot bath around your dick or a tight hug”—

“Wow, a hot bath thanks for the analogy Steve, I’ll make sure to take one when I get home”

He deadpans at me. “You asked me and I’m telling you, it’s hard to really explain other than a tight, wet warm hug. Oh!” he snaps his finger”-and sometimes it’ll tighten around your cock when she’s about to cum and holy shit dude— you better hold your load because the first time I had sex, it lasted about 10 seconds” My eyes widen

“WHAT!?” I shout before him shushing me “King Steve was a minute man?”— I joke

“Hey I said at first, when you get used to having sex your stamina gets better and for me personally”— he leans in “I can last approximately 45 minutes and 27 seconds” he sits back proudly

Cocky bastard.

Shit.

How long will I last? Will jerking off more boost my stamina?

——

Since that afternoon I did as much research as a I could, making a DIY sponge fleshlight.

That was a fail, got carpet burn.

Even bought condoms from the corner store, didnt know what size i was so, i grabbed all 4 boxes

Practicing my stroke game, using my pillow as a hole.

Down. Glide. Up. Down. Guide up.

Ow, fuck, cramp, cramp

This shits hard. My back hurts.

Throwing away the 8th used condom of the day, tossing myself in my desk chair, forehead sweaty, wrists throbbing; hearing my phone go off

FaceTime from Crush🖤

“Ah, fuck”— grabbing a shirt, wiping off the excess sweat off my skin, putting my pants back on, setting the phone up on my night stand, grabbing the guitar quickly setting it on my lap— “Hey! Sweetheart, what’s up, what are you up to?”

“I could ask you the same thing why is your face so red?” She asks giggling, laying on her tummy, tits spilling out , kicking her socked feet from behind

“Just took a hot shower is all”

“But your hairs not wet?” you give me a suspicious look, “Oh yeah, I just tied it up..sooo still want me over tomorrow?”

“Hell yeah! I picked up cookie dough the edible kind because I know you like that anddddd”- she reaches over her phone to grab something—“I rented whole stab franchise for a throwback”- showing me her laptop screen

“Well, that sounds like a party to me”

“You got that right..” She replies, biting her lip as if I didn’t notice,- “Anywaysss, just calling to remind you, see you tomorrow im tired, goodnight dummy *mwah*

She always ends our calls with a kiss on screen

Fuck I’m hard again

“Can’t wait sweetheart, sweet dreams” ending the call, looking down at my bulge

Welp, gotta jerk off again

Friday. THE day I might lose my virginity to the sexiest girl in school. My best friend.

I wake up earlier than usual, do my morning ritual, a joint. My nerves making me shower twice.

Should I shave?

Would she care?

A little trim wouldn’t hurt

May or may have not nicked my balls. Not too bad, maybe she won’t notice. Finding my nicest pair of jet black jeans I own, I only wear ‘em for special occasions and a wife beater? Nah that’s too much right? A flannel would help. Yeah. Definitely.

Hey I look kinda good, checking myself out in the mirror

Alright, wallet, keys, condoms, I glance over at the cuffs on the wall. Can’t forget those, stuffing them in my back pocket

—

My palms are sweaty, fuck even my ass is sweating.. 3 cigarettes already in, on my way to her house; of course I have a bad fucking hair day today, so I just opted for a low bun.

Before I could even knock, you open the door my jaw already on the floor

“Hi dummy!” You jump giving me a hug, pulling me inside.

What the hell is she wearing

A transparent green knitted, cropped sweater

is that her nipple I see? Those goddamn Nike shorts are doing her a favor—“Someone’s excited to see me?” Kicking off my shoes

“I’m always excited to see you.. also nice hair”

and neck goddamn, what is hell is he wearing you think, already feeling horny from the sight of my neck being so exposed

those jeans are doing his fine ass a favor

fuck I’m wet already

“Come on, already got it all set up for us”

“Lead the way princess” following behind you

I need to bite those fuckin legs.

——

We always sit like this on movie nights. Me against your headboard, back against my chest. I don’t remember how it started but I love it.

“Didn’t David Arquette also play in Spree?”

I squint back at the tv, “Uh yeah yeah he did, he was Kurt’s dad I think”

She replies with a mouthful “omyeah”

My hands have been holding both sides of her hips the whole time, occasionally rubbing them with my thumbs; every time I do it your breath picks up

Something else is about to be up—

“Huh?”

“Did you even hear me? You’ve been zoning out a lot recently”, you say sitting crisscross

“Something on your mind Ed’s?”

Gulp

“No no just— “ sigh

“Yeah, you. You’ve been on my mind.”

She smiles looking down, cocking her head to the side

“Oh yeah? Been thinking about me have you?” She grins

“You have no idea. ”

My breath hitches when you straddle me

Fuck me

“Wanna tell me these thoughts you’ve been having?” she asks twirling a piece of my bang

Remember what Steve said, sweet talk her

“Why don’t I just show you pretty girl”

Her smirk instantly falls, cheeks crimson “shit.. okay”

Running my hand up your thighs firmly, wrapping my arm around your lower back, my free hand pulling your face closer into my lips. “Like that baby?”

Who the fuck are you she thinks

“Fuck, yeah kiss me again”, I stare blankly until my eyes turn to pure lust, pushing her down to her back climbing on top to ease my tongue back into her mouth, my hips grinding into yours, hearing you whimper…

You’d think that’d make me harder but it’s when you grind back into me that did it

“You’re so beautiful you know that baby?.. fuck been missing these lips for weeks..”

“Shit, me too, been needing you so close to my body recently it’s been killin me,” she whines, rubbing her hands down my chest

—“that’s why I asked you to come over, could tell you were feeling me too”

You’re right about that, I mumble sucking your neck,

I’ve practiced giving myself hickies on my arms freshmen year.

Eddie, score

“That tank top Eddie.. t-take off the flannel let me see you? Please?” You ask giving me doe eyes. I sit up eagerly throwing it about, she sits up on her elbows, throwing off her sweater

The goddamn groan I let out

Jesus Christ

You lie back down bashfully covering yourself

A whore being shy huh?

“Whattt? She asks feeling self conscious,

“You’re..fuck.. just let me get a closer look please?” I plead, you nod shyly

Squeezing your breasts hard in my palm, licking my lips, nipping them, kissing them, hearing you gasp “holy shit -

“What??”

I do it again, in combination with my tongue, She doesn’t stop me she moans, making me feel bolder, “ Lemme take these off?” My thumbs already ready to yank your shorts down

You don’t answer

“Hey, it’s just me you know you’re beautiful to me, right?”

“Yes..you can take em off” she whispers

Thinking it’d be hot to yank them down quick like those sex movies

I try it..

“Ow! Fuck what the hell?” She jerks

I didn’t know she had the goddamn drawstring tied. , “Ow..you pout rubbing your hip, “Shit I’m sorry! I’m sorry”

I’m already fucking up, “It’s okay.. it’s just tied” she says undoing them pulling them off herself, holding her hands in her lap

I lean down to kiss both hips as an apology, looking up at you slowly undoing your hands

Cute little hair she has

“Can I um..”

She looks down at me gaining back her confidence, “You wanna eat me don’t you?” My eyes widen, gripping her side, “Yesss.. really bad” but I don’t know how to —

“Can I see you too?” again with that lip bite

“Of course” okay.. here goes nothing whispering to myself , yanking my jeans and all down in one swift motion, staring at the spot on the ceiling

You scoff with the sour look, “Oh my god”

WHAT WHAT WHAT

“You’re packing Eddie”

“Oh..thank fuck, really? I wouldn’t say that but..” I sit back in front of her

“Can I touch it?” You ask still staring at my cock

-..But I wanna taste you.. what if we..you lay on me but backwards..? Like 69?” I recommend

She nods eagerly, nervously but very excited, “Okay.. just don’t look at my asshole.. there’s a spot on it that looks like I didn’t wipe but it’s not what you think! It’s a freckle..”, I chuckle, rubbing your cheek nodding

Laying down flat, you swing your legs over my face

Oh god fuck, “Such a pretty pussy” i mumble

Suck a pretty cock you think

You’re both horny as fuck, both licking on each other immediately —“Jesus fuck!” I shout, hearing and feeling you choke on my dick

“Y/n, y-you done this before?”

“Yeah—“

Damnit.

-“But it was with a guy at my old school, said I was the best head he ever had” , you say rubbing my balls

Hot.

Okay Eddie do what feels right

so that’s the clit? how cute

Bringing my lips around your nub, licking you, tasting you, “Oh god why do you taste so good, you smell so..sweet?”

“Was that a question?” You ask popping my dick outta your mouth

“No, no just the sweetest pussy I’ve never tasted”-

the only pussy I’ve ever tasted

I’ve never smelt anything like this, I think I’m addicted

Flicking my tongue a few time feeling you react in a high pitched moan, sucking and massaging it lightly, my eyes flutter spotting your ass hole winking at me

“Holy shit” she’s pretty everywhere

“What?”

“You have such a pretty ass” blurting out

“Eddie! I told you not to look!” She whines trying to climb off, “Shut up I do what I want”saying firmly, pulling you back down by your thighs; sticking my pointer finger in your cunt,

so that’s the squeeze Steve was talking about

“Ohmyg— fuckk yes please” she vibrates around me, a guttural moan purging from my throat, curling my finger like they said —

“Oh! Fuck yes keep doing that Eddie baby please”—

“I am, I am baby you just suck my dick”—

Holy shit who am I—

“-Eddie I think I’m gonna cum yep, I’m gonna cum..”—

“Wait really?”

“Yes!”

“Really?” Asking again “YES EDDIE SHUT UP AND KEEP GOING, FUCK”—

Thrusting faster, licking faster I feel your wetness roll down and down into my mouth instantly making me cum in yours

“Fuck baby like that, fuck did you..just swallow?—“ I ask but you proceed to keep sucking-“OKAY OKAY, stop, s-shit!”

Pleading trying to stop you from overstimulating me further, “Shit.. sweetheart, that dude was right, that was the best head I’ve ever got”

The only head I’ve ever got

She lays back down beside me with a large grin,” Was that your first time getting head? You came so fast for me”

Lie.

Not replying I get up, finding the condom in my Jean pocket, “What’re ya doing?” You ask with a questioned expression, “Condom?” I hold up “Oh, oh yeah yeah right duh”—

Fuck I forgot with which way it goes on— got it

Turning back to you, cock still hard, nudging your core

You give me a small smile, watching me hesitantly about to slip my tip in

“Wait! Wait!”-

“What? Sorry, I didn’t ask”—

“Eddie I need to tell you something..”

“Yeah?”

“I can tell you definitely know what you’re doing but I just.. be gentle because I’ve never done this before..”

never done this before, never done this before

I stare like a deer in headlights, the weight off my shoulders lifted. I laugh sarcastically to myself , “That’s, well.. I should probably tell you I’ve never done it either.. like ima”—

“Virgin too?”

“Yeah, surprise?” feeling embarrassed, “How did I not know that? We tell each other everything” shrugging, “Not sure, but I’m glad you told me before I stuck ya”

“Ew don’t say stuck me weirdo”

“Look, I don’t know what I’m doing at all, I had to ask Steve for advice.. I figured you would know more I mean since you wanted my handcuffs”-, you bite your lip, head shaking

“I said that because, I figured you’d know how to use em”

“There actually just for decoration sweetheart, looked kinda metal”, we laugh in awe with each other , “But here we are..” I say biting the skin on my lip—

“Yeah here we are” you look back up at me, hopeful, “Do you wanna stop?”

“No..do you wanna stop?”

“Nah, been hoping you’d be my first actually”, you blush at my statement pulling me down for a deep kiss , “Let’s do it..”

“..but what if I cum too fast? that would be humiliating”—

- “I understand how it works.. don’t feel bad if you do, I promise I won’t laugh Ed’s” she squeezes my hand lovingly

My heart is erect

I nod, looking over all of you again, spreading your thighs a little wider, “I’ll go slow”

Furrowing my brows in consentration, slipping my tip in, surprisingly not easy mother fuck—

“Holy fuck you’re so-

“Tight? I know I have a hard time fingering my self as is”

“Why would you tell me that at this very second,” I try not to laugh, holding my shit together, “that’s so hot by the way,” bottoming you out, we gasp in sync

“Oh god”-

“What?”

“Holy god”—

“What!?? You alright?” She asks , “I’m about to cum already”—

“I told you, it’s okay”

“I know but that’s so embarrassing”

You clench around me on purpose, suddenly your eyes widen, feeling a warmth from inside, while also hearing me grunt almost in pain above you

Silence.

“Im so sorry fuck,” pulling out, shocked at how full my condom is, “Did you cum?”, she scrunches her nose, “No silly”

“But you squeezed me?”

“Yeah but, I didn’t have an orgasm”

Fucking Steve

-“But Steve said when a girl cums she clenchs around us” explaining further—

“First off, I’m gonna need you to not take advice from Steve and second, I mean according to my girlfriends we do.. it’s like a few squeezes but apparently we really squeeze for a long time when we do cum? Maybe even shake? I’m not sure but I think I’d know when I felt it”

Well shit

He looks like a sad puppy this won’t do you think

“But hey, we can try again right? Don’t be embarrassed if anything it’s kinda hot”

“Really?”

“I mean yeah, I made you cum in under like 1 second, biggest ego boot ever” you lighten the mood, nudging my shoulder smiling at me, pulling me for another kiss, “Don’t ever tell anyone that” holding my forehead to yours

You smirk, holding your pinky up “I promise”, Interlocking mine, noticing your body shifted closer, staring at your lips, “Let me try again Sweetheart” your eyes also on mine, nodding, crawling back to you, chasing your touch, taking each others breath—

Was that a car door??

“Is someone here?”

“Honey we’re home!”

FUCK, not now!!

(again recommend you listen to Wet dreamz by Jcole; it’s a bop)

reblogs appreciated // this was fun. let me know your thoughts? I do realize the smut was kinda rushed? Should there be a part 2? Suggestions? Comments? Feel like I should have kept going for them to restart again but I dunno🤷🏽‍♀️

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poopersdoopers · 7 months

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Thinking about a hurt & comfort fic with Shanks & Mihawk x reader. fem pronouns and fem presenting. Black reader in mind.

Synopsis:

Reader comes home from work more tired and upset than usual. Her partners want her to open up but she lashes out and goes a little too far.

To her surprise they are understanding and it breaks the damn. They comfort her and talk it out.

Angst, sfw, fluff.

It was another hard day of work. You were pissed and overwhelmed to say the least. 12 hours of emails, meetings, reviewing notes and for what…for it to start all over again.

The door to the train opened with a familiar ding and in no time you were walking home angry.

As soon as you opened the door, your red headed lover glanced over at you, eyes shining with admiration and excitement.

He practically fell over on his feet to great you. Sometimes Shanks’ feet too big for his lengthly body.

And as soon as you could begin to say the word, “Hi”, his arms were around you. His red head tucked between your shoulder and neck. You could smell tonights dinner, nicotine, wine — curiosity of your other lover— and sandlewood.

You would hug back but your arms were occupied by your workbag and take out.

“Hi love”, he squeezed your body closer to him, as if sensing something was off. He kissed the side of your mouth.

“Hey”, you answered back absentmindedly. You shook outta his arms and put your stuff down oh the couch.

Shanks was taken aback a bit but familiarized with your cold, repressed anger. He stood with his hands in his pockets, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, sure, don’t worry”, the words came out too gruff—to rushed to be believed. You hoped he wouldn’t press you. So you changed the subject.

“Where’s Mihawk?”

“In his study, he’s still working and asked me explicitly to not pester”, he said smiling the whole time.

You raised an eyebrow. The redhead’s eyes looked wicked.

“I’m shocked you’re not pouting.”

He chuckled and you couldn’t help but feel a smile crack across your face.

“Hey why haven’t you kissed me hello yet.”

You sighed. “I’m really not in the mood, for this Shanks. I just need to decompress for a second.”

You began to take documents, your uneaten lunch, and thermos out of your purse.

“You didn’t eat again today, babe? That’s the third time this week.”

You groaned aloud this time. Angry.

“I didn’t have the time to again. I’m sorry, okay? Is that sufficient enough of an explanation for you?”

You crossed over to the kitchen, Shanks didn’t follow. Staring into the hum of the refrigerator you gave yourself a pause.

“Look I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to lash out at you like that”.

He didn’t answer.

“Shanks?”, you cocked a head from the kitchen.

He stood there absentmindedly texting, his hand in his grey sweat-pant pocket. You took him in: standing barefoot in your warm home dazzling in light. His soft pink t-shirt doing little to hide his muscles.

“I said I’m sorry”.

“I know sweetheart, but we need to talk. And I mean we, not just you and I.”

You groaned again.

“About. What!?” Your own voice shocked yourself.

Shanks frowned, “Calm down”, he instantly regretted his remark.

You could feel your blood pressure boiling up, “Calm down?! Calm down?! If you even KNEW what kinda shit I wad going through you would not be telling me to calm down. I-“

You stopped at an instant, “please I just need my space and I promise I’ll be good”, your rubbed your fingers to your temples trying to stop tears from falling. You covered your face.

You were embarrassed. You felt like a failure for crying.

“What’s all this shouting for? I’m supposed to be in a meeting.”

Mihawk stared at you, frowning deeply. Your stomach twisted.

You remember the first time something like this happened. The disappointment in both of their faces. You attacked first, “Of course you’re in a meeting. You’re always working late and then getting on my case for working late.”

“People in healthy relationships are supposed to be able to talk freely. However if you need space we’ll accommodate, freely.”

“Fuck you.” You didn’t even know why you were mad anymore but this conversation tired you immediately. Spinning around, crossed over from the kitchen, to grab the screen door walk back outside. It was nearly 10 pm, the fall air crisper than usual. You lamented not bringing a blanket out to escape.

Sitting down on a lawn chair you stared at the sky and tried to calm down.

All you needed was the perfect song to escape to. Scooping out your phone and headphones from your tan jacket, you searched for Spotify.

You heard a ping and immediately tensed. You felt sick.

It was not a “ we need to talk” or “I’m breaking up with you”. No.

I love you. I love you.

Two separate texts from the most wonderful, supportive, and understanding lovers of all time.

You wanted to throw up, cry, scream, but instead you did what you always do: shut down.

Minutes pass you remain panicked.

“Darling I think it’s time you come inside. It’s nearly midnight.”

You glance over your shoulder and stare brown eyes into golden eyes. The raven haired man looked sad — a rare occurrence in your relationship. Had you done that?

Had you caused them to worry? You felt sicker.

“I’m sorry.”

He held a hand out. You couldn’t accept it.

“Love please. We don’t have to talk about it at all, but don’t shut us out like this. Come.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to stop the tears from flowing freely. You had been distant, distracted, and lashed out at your two lovers simply for just caring. Even turning away back rubs from them. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d ask them how their day was or just sat in a comfortable silence with them. Your squeezed your eyes tighter. Hands pulling at your hair.

Not only were you a failure of a worker, you were a failure at love.

“Hey stop that now”, it was barely a whisper.

When you opened your eyes, you saw your tears falling. Your shame. But you could feel Mihawk’s thumb wiping those pesky tears of shame slowly.

He whisks you into his arms. Suddenly you were back in the living room, lying atop him on your plush couch. You didn’t notice it at first but you were earnestly shaking. You feel a hand at your back —Shanks— rubbing smooth circles. The dam broke loose:

“I’m sorry. I ruined everything. I ruined dinner. I ruined work. I ruined our relationship. I’m not good at anything but getting frustrated and giving up. I’m running the only thing I love every night and I can’t fix it. My whole life, I’ve been waiting to be loved to matter to feel important and I can’t stop fucking myself over.”

Mihawk looked down at his young lover before glancing over at Shanks.

“You don’t to have it all figured out already. Please give yourself more credit than that.”

You started crying again but this time into Mihawk’s silken clad chest.

“Let’s get you into the bath. Hmm?”

He carried you the whole way there. Only setting you down to strip himself, before plunging in the water.

Shanks stripped you of your clothes. Starring reverently at your body and then at your exhausted face.

Before placing you gently in the bathtub between Mihawk’s waiting legs. The deep color of your skin contrasting beautifully against the raven haired man’s pale skin.

He couldn’t help it. He had to kiss you both.

“Don’t get any ideas now, darling”.

Shanks winked, before stripping down quickly and joining the bath beside you.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, my dear”. You normally would laugh at such an outrageous lie, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to smile.

“This is the longest I’ve ever seen you cry and I know you don’t feel like talking, but at you okay?”

“Mmm..”

“That’s fair perfect answer, princess. Im gonna start with washing your front now?”

You felt Mihawk kiss the shell of your ear, as Shanks washed you gently all over.

A fresh wave of tears spilled. “Turn over”.

Mihawk could get a clearer view of your face now. Usually he would feel annoyed at someone this emotional and irrational but with you he immediately felt the need to protect and sooth.

He kissed underneath your eyes, then your nose, then your mouth before deepening the kiss. You completely stilled lost in the sensation and hand leaning against the raven haired man’s smooth chest.

“What happened to not getting any ideas?”, Shanks grinned. You broke apart from the kiss.

Mihawk rolled his eyes, “Unlike you, I can control myself.”

Shanks over-exaggerated a gasp, “You wounded me”.

You smiled at your silly lovers’ antics. Finally coming back to yourself a bit but too tired to keep up.

“I’m willing to talk a bit”, you yawned. Maybe having a fried brain was the key to opening up.

“Tomorrow my love. Lets stay in and catch up. You deserve that much.”

“Now it’s off to bed for you.”

Mihawk lathered each of his lovers’ skin in rich oils and body butters. Shanks wrapped you delicately in a fluffy robe. The raven haired man, held his hands out to guide you both to the master bedroom.

“Sleep”, he commanded.

And so you did, snuggled in the warmth of the two men.

Beloved.

#shanks x reader #mihawk x reader #shanks x reader x mihawk #one piece x reader #one piece imagines #angst with a happy ending #fluff

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hey sex witch, so i really like the idea of having sex but the very few times i ever got close to actually having it, i panicked. like couldn’t even do it. and i really, REALLY want to lose my virginity (i’ll be 26 this year ffs) but as much as i like masturbating and fantasizing about sex, the reality of it scares the shit outta me.

i should also tell you i’m a bisexual cis woman who has some SERIOUS body image and self-esteem issues. i’m what one could consider fat and i believe in fat liberation but at the same time as many fat activists i follow on insta or whatever i can’t help but feel disgusting about my weight. and whenever someone is explicitly sexually attracted to me i can’t help but wonder if i’m their fetish.

i also have a best friend who is really sweet and supportive of me but when i hear her stories about having sex on prom night and having multiple orgasms with her girlfriend i can’t help but feel inadequate. why didn’t i have sex on prom night, you know? why am i missing out on all of this??

hell, it’s not even just that i’m a virgin- i’ve never even been kissed!!! and i’m going to stop soon because i’m just making myself upset but like…wtf happened??? shouldn’t i have gotten my first kiss in middle school and had sex in high school or college like everyone else??? i know i’m overthinking it but at this point it’s hard not to…

idk this is a lot to put on you so if you don’t even want to answer this i understand. i don’t want to make you uncomfortable. thank you anyway!

hi anon,

so the thing is that I need you, pretty immediately, to stop comparing yourself to other people. it very well may help with your self-image issues, but my concern is first and foremost that it will help deal with this massive inferiority complex you're rocking in regards to sexual experience.

you seem to be under the impression that it's abnormal to be a 26 year old who hasn't had sex or kissed anyone, and I guess I'm wondering why the fuck that matters when it sounds like sex is an extremely scary prospect for you. like idk babe, let's maybe focus on getting to a point where having sex doesn't make you panic before we worry about actually doing it, you know? at the moment, it sounds like sex would just be setting you up for a boatload of trauma.

having said that I guess I'd say that I can't tell you why you've missed out on all of this because, by your own description, you've panicked and been unable to go through with it any time you've gotten to close to having sex. that's probably, sincerely, a good thing; I'm not sure if you're under the impression that just sucking it up and forcing yourself to have sex would have improved your relationship with your sexuality, but I've found generally that's not the case.

(more often, it ends with people struggling to figure out how to regain literally any sense of ownership over their sexuality.)

so idk, let's do some self-reflection here. it sounds like you've opted out any time sex has been an option. why was that? were the partners unsuitable? was the situation not right? or was the idea of sex in and of itself just unbearable? in your mind, what would the ideal sexual encounter actually look like? is there one?

I'm deeply sorry if this sounds unsympathetic, but here's the thing: when someone tells me sex scares the shit out of them, I don't want that person to be having sex! there's no reason to put yourself through that kind of stress! what the fuck!

look: sexual development doesn't happen on any kind of age-related timeline. partnered sex is a thing that should happen when it's something you feel excited for, when you have someone that you like and trust to partner with. if those conditions haven't been met, there's no reason to be having sex. focus on literally anything that is in your control, like finding the things that help you feel more at ease with your body. you know the saying about how no one can love you until you love yourself? often misinterpreted and/or grossly oversimplified, but it seems dubious that you're going to want to actually let anyone have sex with you until your body isn't something you find disgusting, so it does apply.

#sex edventures 2023

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Hopelessly Devoted | Eddie Munson

pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader (though don't think any gender is explicitly stated)

summary: in which the Hideout purchases a karaoke machine to draw in a bigger crowd. 2.4k words

content warnings: alcohol and implied drug use, swearing, possible second-hand embarrassment, a hint of a cheeky comment, lots of italics (perhaps too much)

a/n: this is my first fic so please be nice!!! any comments are welcome :)

“I’m not getting up there,” you snapped viciously, eyes darting around the confines of the Hideout. The bar had gotten much busier as the night faded to black, the newly purchased karaoke machine a big draw for Hawkins’ younger crowd. Some had been there to see Corroded Coffin’s set, though most filtered in as they finished up the encore, more eager to see stumbling drunks sing their hearts out.

It had become tradition in the friend group for at least one of them to get up on stage and sing a drunken rendition of their favorite song (or, as seemed to always be the case for Eddie, whatever annoying pop ballad had wormed its way deep into his brain). In the few months that the Hideout had been using the karaoke machine, Steve had given two passionate performances of Tears for Fears and the Smiths respectively, Robin had sung Africa by Toto at least five times, and even Nancy had taken the stage (though, just once) to sing Total Eclipse of the Heart. Jeff and Gareth joined forces every Tuesday to duet musical numbers, their knowledge of the subject coming as a shock to everyone.

You were the only one who had refrained from taking the stage, and this did not go unnoticed.

Eddie was all but begging you to get up there, big puppy dog eyes pleading as he said, “you sing in the car, you sing in the shower, you sing under your breath when you do homework. This is no different, Y/N! You have a beautiful voice—you need to use it.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “That’s not true and this is way different. You know it, Eds.”

“Okay, so what if it’s different? You’ll do well,” he responded.

“No,” you huffed out, “no. I will choke and die from embarrassment. There’re too many people from school tonight. I can’t do it. I’m sorry, promise I’ll do it next time.”

Steve scoffed. “You say that every week, Y/N. You’ll never get up there at this rate. Don’t you want to say that you at least tried?”

“Not really.”

“Come onnnnnn,” Eddie dragged out as his head fell to rest on your shoulder. “It’s now or never, babe. You gotta do it.”

You shrugged him off. “Why’s this so important to you all? Do you want me to die?”

“Do you think it’s embarrassing when we go up there?” Robin quirked, eyebrow raised just slightly, smirk firm on her lips. She knew she had gotten you; you were always the mediator, never wanting to upset anyone. Robin knew this angle would work on you.

“No,” you mumbled, arms crossed over your chest. “No, it’s fun when you guys do it. I’m not fun, though! That’s the problem.”

“Says who,” Eddie probed.

Robin laughed at your sentiment. “Yeah, you’re like the most fun person here. You’re just making up excuses, and they’re bad ones.”

You tilted your head towards Nancy, your begging eyes pleaded for her to side with you. The thought of getting up on that stage twisted your stomach, as if Eddie’s ringed hand had reached inside your body to ring out your organs like a wet towel. Even Nancy sheepishly smiled at you, a soft, “sorry, Y/N, but even I got up there,” falling from her lips.

You groaned and rested your forehead against your forearm on the table, eyes squeezed shut in frustration. You forced air between your lips in deep breaths as you tried to slow your heartbeat; you were getting worked up at just the��thought of even getting up there. You didn’t want to see yourself enter cardiac arrest once actually under the lights.

You only perked up when the familiar clink of shot glasses rang in front of you. An entire tray had been put down and you quickly grabbed two. You eyed them carefully, your friends watching you silently as you knocked each back without as much as a grimace. You sat still in your stool, eyes glued to the stage as the lights danced over your face and dizzied your mind.

Your friends erupted into deep conversation around you, each person’s words nothing but gibberish to your drunk and nervous mind. Your leg bounced furiously against the barstool, your fingers picked at the cracking color on your nails. You counted to ten what had to have been at least a million times, the thunderous thumping of your heartbeat deafening your ears.

“Earth to Y/N,” Steve cooed, hand waving in front of your face. “Thinking so deeply about what you’re going to sing?”

“You can always ask the guy what he has to offer,” Eddie teased, piggybacking off Steve.

You ignored each of them and kept your gaze fixed on the middle of the stage. You were fearful of what would become of you once you stood there, spotlight bright on your face, heat deep in each pore. You weren’t even on stage yet and you could feel the bile rising in your throat, bubbling, blocking any sound from coming out.

And you resented yourself for it. Some part of you, deep in the back, wanted to get up there and pour your heart into some stupid love song. Hell, you had just watched Chem nerd Kim Davies rock out to Pat Benatar. If she could get up there, you thought, why the hell couldn’t you?

Steve’s last words put the flame to the smoking wood of frustration in your chest. “If you don’t get up there soon, I swear I’ll submit your name and pick the song.”

“Shut the fuck up, Steve!” You snapped, abruptly jumping out of your stool, a loud thud from the ground behind you as the seat went toppling. “I’m going, alright? I’m going. Jesus fucking Christ, I hope you’re all happy when I die. When I drop dead, which is a guarantee, I hope you know it’s all your fault.” Each hand projected a pointed finger, one in Eddie’s face and the other in Steve’s.

Everyone laughed as you spun on your heels, wobbly legs carrying you across the bar in a zigzag to the karaoke man. You figured there were more than enough substances in your system to drown out any embarrassment you might have felt, though the anxiety—literally—bubbled in your stomach. The cheers from your friends were like daggers in your back, cursing under your breath as you shuffled through the collection of songs available to sing.

“How much are you willing to bet that she throws up?” Robin asked, leaning her elbows on the sticky table.

Eddie snorted. “She won’t.”

The others at the table laughed at Eddie’s confidence. You were visibly swaying as you pushed yourself onto the stage. Eddie’s ego wavered for just a second, stomach flipping as he realized just how drunk you were. He wasn’t convinced that you wouldn’t get sick—anything was possible with the amount of alcohol he had disdainfully watched you consume. You typically abstained from drinking so much, only doing so when you were really bothered by something. Eddie was suddenly guilty at the realization of just how nervous the whole thing made you, wishing he could pull you down from the spotlight and promise that you could wait until next week.

But Eddie knew that you were stubborn. The group had made such a big deal of you getting up there that he was convinced one of two things would happen. One, you would get up there and completely embarrass yourself on purpose (which would be entertaining in itself); or two, you would get up there and absolutely crush it.

You were comfortable enough to sing around him, as you had made sure to do so the dozen times you had forced him to watch Grease with you. It was your favorite “mindless” movie (a term you had coined), your go-to on the nights Eddie had spent comforting you over one thing or the other. Eddie knew you had a good voice—one good enough for the karaoke stage, anyway.

Eddie also knew there was one song you vowed you would never sing. You had always lectured him on how annoying and cliché it was, that it symbolized the patriarchal idea of the woman depending on the man, that you would never be caught dead that in love with anyone who harbored a penis (your words, not his). Eddie would always say he admired your enthusiasm but vehemently disagreed, that it was his favorite song from the whole movie (which he knew more than anything annoyed you, because it was the song least like him in the entire thing). To him, it symbolized how deep love could go—that she could see his flaws, see his faults, and she could still love him. Eddie would always say how much he would die if someone thought to sing that song for him.

So, when the beginning notes to that song--his song from your movie—came blasting out of the speakers, the smirk on his face faltered. Your body vibrated in the center of the stage, the nerves you were feeling physically translating into your voice. You had decided, in your increasingly drunken state, that you would show Eddie what you were capable of. What he had been missing out on.

Your voice started softer than velvet as you effortlessly followed along with the song. You knew that you weren’t outdoing Olivia Newton-John in any way, but you also knew that you sounded lovely singing the chorus to Hopelessly Devoted to You. So, you tried your drunken best to channel all your nervous, pent-up energy into every word. You had known what doing so would do to Eddie, but in your state, you didn’t really care.

You even had the audacity to catch his eye as the words of the title came tumbling out of your mouth. Seeing the smile wiped clean off his face made you smile, beginning to sway with the music. In that moment, you decided to put on a full show. If you were up there, making an embarrassment of yourself, you would at least make it entertaining. You pulled the mic from its stand and started spinning around the stage.

Everyone in the bar was watching you. Chem nerd Kim Davies cheered the loudest, followed by Jeff, Gareth, and the other members of your table. Even the drunk old men slumped over at the bar paid attention to you, cheering when your voice shifted in tone and the lyrics to the first chorus came bellowing out twice as forcefully.

Eddie was at a loss for words—and a loss for feelings. Goosebumps crawled across his skin at the power and control you had over your voice, at how beautiful he never knew you sounded. He knew, then, the voice you had always given him was half-assed, and this bothered him. Eddie was suddenly envious—hurt, even—that you hadn’t shared the angelic noise with him before. And he was slightly annoyed that he would never sound half as good as you, even with all the effort he could muster.

Eddie, though, was mostly furious that you had chosen his song. Furious at himself for not having forced you up there sooner, and furious that he hadn’t realized before just how much he wanted you. And, finally, he was hopeful that the choice of song was intentional, a message for him to decipher.

You caught his eyes a few more times throughout your dramatic performance. You made sure to hold his gaze throughout the second chorus, that alone earning cheers and screams from most of the crowd. Finally, you watched Eddie’s frown completely break into a gorgeous laugh as he joined the cheers of the rest, his voice rising above all. It took all your breathing power not to laugh with him; you did crack a smile as you finished the song with a dramatic twist and sigh.

Once you were done, you gave an over-the-top curtsy and laughed as you clipped the mic back into the stand. You dreaded your approach to the table, fear freezing the prickling sweat at the back of your neck, scared of the judgments of your friends. You were intercepted before you reached them, Jeff and Gareth your saving grace as they lifted and spun you in the air. You squealed with giggles as they all but threw you around the cramped bar.

You were practically passed around the group as Steve swooped in for a monstrous hug next, followed by Robin and Nancy ranting in your face about how good you were and that you had nothing to fear. Other people from school even poked in to give you compliments, your face always scrunching up as you sheepishly accepted. You were almost completely off the adrenaline high by the time Eddie snuck up behind you. Almost.

His hand traced your spine as you whipped around to face him, grinning as you threw your arms around his shoulders. He gratefully pulled you closer, face in your hair as he asked, “where were you hiding that all this time?”

“In the recesses of my mind,” you retorted enthusiastically, drunkenly happy to have him near you. When you pulled away, you twisted one of his curls around your finger, bottom lip pulled between your teeth, literally biting back a smile. You giggled before saying, “thought you might like it.”

Eddie had consumed beer after beer in hopes of finding the words he wanted to say at the bottom of each glass. He was still lost by the time he had worked up the courage to approach you, but in his own drunken stupor, he dipped his head closer to yours and found, “liked? Try loved it, sweetheart.” A finger trailing across your jaw and down your throat as he said, “didn’t know your pipes were capable of that.”

You snorted, pulling him closer by the back of his neck, whispering in his ear, “there’s lots my pipes are capable of that you haven’t seen yet.”

Eddie couldn’t stop the grin from splitting across his face, his eyes back on yours as he asked, “is that so?” You nodded in response, bottom lip back between your teeth, though the smile on your face was poorly hidden. “When can I see?”

“Say the word,” you simply replied, pulling him back to you again, lips pressed softly to the edge of his jaw. “After all, I’m hopelessly devoted to you.”

thank you for reading & please engage if you liked!!!

#eddie munson #my eddie stuff #eddie stranger things #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson blurb #stranger things fandom

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honeycreamsweets · 2 years

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Bokuto fluff

Bokuto Kotaro X Male Reader

Drabble, not really a fic.

Includes- short comfort. Domestic. Reader is sad but not explicitly said. Bokuto is just a ray of sunshine. Sweaty hug.

Word count- 382

Notes- this is really really short. I’m just trying to cope with a bunch of bullshit. So enjoy. Also! First male reader writing. :3 hopefully I get to do more. No beta reader cause I don’t have one. So sorry for mistakes and enjoyyy!

Bokuto came home after a long day of practice. With high adrenaline and a content smile on his face, he was ready to spend the night with his boyfriend. He kicked off his shoes and was about to call out to you. Bokuto wasted no time when he dropped his gym bag on the floor. He was ready to smother you, despite being so sweaty. “Hey, hey he-“

He watched with a smile as you trudged towards him instead of your normal running pace. Maybe you were tired? What he didn’t expect was to see you upset. Nonetheless, He embraced the man he adored so much. His eyes widened as he felt your body tremble slightly against him. “Eh? What’s wrong?“ his brows furrowed as he hugged your form. “Heeeeey, you’re shaking like a leaf. What’s the matter, Y/N?”

The sad muffled voice, he heard, broke his heart. “Everything is shit, I just need to hide from the world.” Your face was pressed against his shoulder. Bokuto pursed his lips before hugging you tighter. There was a brief moment of silence whilst he rocked side to side with you.

“I gotcha, babe. I’m gonna be so helpful. You’ll forget about whatever’s got you down! I’ll keep you hidden from the world until you feel better!” He spoke confidently and loudly before kissing the top of your head. “I’ll go shower and then it’ll just be me and you, doing whatever you want.” He felt you slowly let go and with a small sigh, you glanced at him and grinned.

Normally, you would have laughed at your boyfriend’s loud announcement to help you. However, today was a hard day and all you two wanted to spend the night in each other’s arms. “Thanks, Ko.”

Bokuto picked up his bag and rushed to shower. Like hell, he’d leave you alone for a long time! He was gonna help you in any way he could. “Pick a movie but don’t start it! I’ll do it!” He said as he disappeared into your shared bedroom. A soft warm feeling grew as you stared at the bedroom doorway. Today was awful. Even if he couldn’t fix the issue, you still had the comfort from him to feel better. That’s what mattered most to both of you.

#haikyuu #bokuto kotaro #haikyuu fluff #bokuto fluff #bokuto x you #bokuto x reader #bokuto x y/n #bokuto x male reader #my fics #male reader

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faegoddessog · 1 year

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Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 20/41

Chapter 20: Le Roi

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, fellatio, gagging, titty fucking, fingering, pearl necklace, masturbating.

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Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes involved here.

Chapter 20: Le Roi

You come to awareness a while later. You hear the shower going in the bathroom. You stretch and get up from the bed, button down shirt still hanging on your shoulders. You gotta pee, you decide to use the guest bathroom.

As you walk back to the bedroom, you take in Austin’s apartment. It looks like a sex bomb went off. The line from Princess Bride enters your mind, “It ranged all over. They were both masters.”

It may be the dopamine, but it just strikes you as enormously funny. You are cackling as you walk into the bedroom.

“Hey sleepyhead, come on in”, you hear Austin from the shower.

You walk in trying to contain yourself. The steamy outline of him is letting the hot water beat down. You drop the shirt to the floor and step into the large glass stall.

He greets you by gathering you under the hot water for shower kisses. Steamy Shower kisses. Damn. You two need some kind of intervention. This much desire is criminal.

Soaking, you come up for air.

“Babe, we -” you say.

“Need to not?" he interrupts.

You both laugh. At least you are on the same page.

After showering and stealing yet another of Austin’s shirts, you two set about cleaning up his apartment. You start laughing again about ‘ranging all over’.

“What's so funny?” he asks.

You tell him about the Princess Bride line. He doesn’t think it’s as funny as you do.

“I mean, take a look,” you wave your hand, “we DID range all over!”

“Well, I mean you are not wrong,” he admits, “we did have a LOT of sex.”

“Yes, yes we did,” you come behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “The best sex I’ve ever had in my life, in fact."

“Ditto,” he turns around in your embrace, hugging you to his chest.

You guys finally get the place cleaned, sheets changed, furniture put back, clothes picked up.

“Okay love, we have to rip this band aid off,” you say.

“Yeah, I’m sorry to have to say it, but I have to get my mind right for tomorrow. I may be having a quiet panic attack because I didn’t do any real Elvis study this weekend,” he takes in a big shuddering breath.

“Look at it this way," you rationalize, “ you just did a different kind of studying for Elvis this weekend. You fucked me as Elvis several times. You practically channeled him when you were spanking me. Apparently he gets off on a good spanking.”

“He actually was supposed to be really good at oral sex,” Austin is getting on your bandwagon.

“Well you’ve got that in the bag babe. Anytime you want to practice, you know where I am, “ you say.

He laughs.

“No really, any time,” you are definitely not joking.

He insists on walking you ‘home’.

“So you don’t feel like it’s a walk of shame,” he says when you stop outside your door.

“Y’know, you are so sweet, but understand that I feel no shame whatsoever,” you declare, “and I’m carrying a filthy dress, my heels AND a bag of sex toys wearing a shirt that I stole from you.”

“My dirty girl,” he says with a smile and leans down to kiss you…and kiss you. His hands slide into the shirt to your waist, discovering that the button-down is all you have on.

“Hoh, you are so… fuck, woman,” he growls, pulling you into him. His kiss is passionate and lustful as his hands cup your bare ass. Well I guess you know what getting more sex does to him, makes him just want it even more.

“Austin, hunny, ” you pant, pulling away from him, “you had better go work on Elivs, or I am going to require you on the other side of this door.” Just thinking about it and you find your hand migrating towards the crotch of his pants. You ball your fist tight to stop it.. “If we do that, we are both gonna end up in the hospital.”

“I know, I know, you are right,” he shakes his head. You grab him by the hand and look him in the eye.

“Why don’t you come by tomorrow when you get home and tell me about how it all went and I will feed you,” you suggest.

“I would really like that, although I have no idea when we’ll get done. Filming is like that,” he warns.

“No worries, just text me when you are on the way back from the studio. I will be here.”

“Ok,” he nods his head.

“I'll see you tomorrow babe,” you lean up and kiss his cheek, trying to keep your goodbye chill. You open the door and turn to go inside, he grabs your hand and brings it to his mouth, kissing the back.

“Love you,” he says, staring into your soul. Your heart melts. You find yourself throwing your arms around his neck in a huge hug.

“Love you too hunny,” you say in his ear. You break away, turn and force yourself through your open door before you get stuck in a loop of wanting, denying, goodbyeing; wash, rinse, repeat.

You turn around to close the door and he has taken a couple steps backwards.

“Break a leg tomorrow!” you say.

“Thanks,” he says with a little wave.

You close the door, and lean on it, much like that night after Tom and Rita’s. Today, though, you just let out a huge contented sigh and whisper ‘Austin’. ….

At first you are not sure what to do with yourself. You wander around the apartment, with the intention to tidy up. Everywhere you look reminds you of Austin.

The shower: making him cum with your finger on his prostate, his tongue in your mouth as water poured over you, his tongue on your clit; The bedroom: Austin fucking you like a dark deity in the middle of the night, the feel of his cock in your ass for the first time, the quiet of the morning as he moved inside of you; The couch: watching movies and sucking him off, his relentless fingering of your clit, laying on his lap encased in a sphere of bliss, simply hanging out laughing and tickling and kissing… oh god the kissing!

You spend the evening eating leftover pizza and writing it all down so you never forget.

Your phone jangles.

Austin: Goodnight darlin’

You can’t help how big the smile on your face is.

Me: Goodnight lover, sleep well. XOXO

A contented smile is plastered on your face as you crawl into bed. You miss having Austin’s arms wrapped around you, so his shirt will have to do.

The next day you have a zoom meeting with your uncle to talk about progress in the early morning. You had forgotten about it until the alarm you had set previously to wake you up an hour before goes off. Thank you former self!

You are thankful that Austin didn’t stay the night either, you didn’t need to explain that. Your family has been bugging you about ‘settling down’ for a while now. It’s the juxtaposition of you having a near death experience and needing to get out and not waste a moment, while they almost lost you and want to hold on tight.

You show him the guest bathroom you have been working on. You had ripped out the old tub and shower and put in a walk-in, marble tiled shower with a rain shower head and handheld combo. You just have to grout and caulk. Next you will tile the floor and install a new vanity and toilet. It should be done in less than 2 weeks. After that, you’ll work on the master bath, probably 3-4 weeks, then start the big demo on the kitchen and bedrooms. He’s happy, so that’s a good thing. You finalize the design and layout of the kitchen. Mostly he trusts your choices and just wants you to stay as close to the budget as you can. Cool.

Your mind is never far from how Austin is doing on set today. He hasn’t texted, which you totally expected.

You decide to grout the shower today to keep you busy. Once that is done and washed off you caulk it. You actually really like to caulk, you find it soothing and meditative. It’s afternoon when you finish. You clean up and decide to head out to get some shopping done. When you get back, it’s evening.

You hadn’t realized how much you were waiting for his text until your heart skips a beat when your text tone goes off as you are cooking dinner.

Austin: done for the day c u in an hour?

Me: yay! dinner?

Austin: ys pls X

Me: you got it XOXO

In an hour there is a knock at your door. Your chest tightens. You open the door. Austin is freshly showered and in sweats and a hoodie with a bottle of bourbon.

“Hey you!” you smile, opening your arms to him.

“Hey baby!” he wraps you in a hug.

“How was it?” you ask, closing the door.

“It was unreal. Baz changed almost everything we had already rehearsed. It really threw me for a loop. But I really think it ended up better.” He grabs glasses from the cupboard and pours you each two fingers of the brown liquor over an ice cube. He hands you one and clinks them together.

“Here’s to the first day down,” he says. You both drink and shiver at the first taste.

“Y’know, sipping liquor reminds me of kissing. It’s not the first one that you should judge on, it’s the second that really shows the quality.” You take that second sip and a step closer to him, then put your glass on the counter.

“Hmm,” he keeps his eyes on you as he drinks again. ”I see what you mean,” he sets his glass down. “Speaking of quality kisses,” he grabs your waist and pulls you in close, “I missed having yours this morning.”

He presses his mouth to yours. Your mouth opens automatically to his probing tongue. Your hands are on the back of his neck, body pressed close to his. The caramel taste of the bourbon mingles on your slightly numb tongues. You close your lips together, only to open and go deeper, breathing deeply through your noses, enhancing the ‘whiskey kiss’. Your lips vibrate with little vocalizations that you can't’ help making.

He pulls away, licking his lips.

A shiver goes down your spine. “ I forgot how much I like whiskey-kisses.”

“It’s bourbon,” he tries to correct you.

“I know, I just call them whiskey kisses, it rolls off the tongue better,” you explain.

“You do have a spectacular tongue,” he kisses you more.

“You hungry?” you ask when you pull back, one eyebrow cocked with a sly smile on your face.

“Yes, I am,” his hands glide around your hips, thumbs settling on your hip bones, “I’d like to eat first, if that’s ok.”

Over dinner you talk about your call with your uncle and some of the plans you hammered out. He is quiet at first and just listens. He is so amazing at listening. He asks some questions about grout and tiling.

You ask if he wants to talk about his day. As he picks up the dishes, and takes them to the sink, he starts talking. He pours another two fingers of bourbon for each of you and transitions the conversation to the couch. He talks about the shoot, his nerves and how they connected him to Elvis. You just listen, sipping your drink. Clearly he needs to process everything he went through today.

“I want to apologize for not being able to text more, I was so sucked into character and shooting….” he says holding your hand.

“Whoa,” you hold up your other hand, “I do not need an apology, lover. You got work to do. I get that. I don’t expect you to call or text me when you are shooting. Remember this is supposed to be a non-codependent thing. I love hearing from you, but no pressure.”

“Ok good, I just wanted to make sure in case you felt neglected,” he smiles sheepishly.

You throw back the rest of your drink and climb onto his lap, sitting sideways with your arm around his shoulders.

“Did YOU feel neglected? Cuz I didn’t want to bother you,” you ask, combing your fingers through his hair.

“Baby, you are never a bother. Honestly I didn’t have the spoons to feel much more than nerves today,” he admits, ” but I also don’t mind hearing from you.”

“You got it love, I won’t be afraid to text you and I won’t freak out if you don’t text back right away,” you assure him.

“I’m also gonna be really, really busy, so I don’t know how much time I will have for you,” he looks at you, biting his lip in worry.

“I know,” you take your thumb and pull his bottom lip away from his teeth, easing his worried face, “hence the serious-adjacent situationship. I will joyfully cherish whatever time I can get,” you plant a kiss on his forehead.

“How are you so amazing?” he asks, looking into your eyes.

You shrug, “It’s easy, I’m with you.”

He buries his face in your neck and hair hugging you tight, breathing in the scent of you.

“Baby, you seem to have had a long day,” you decide not to push him for sex tonight.

“Yeah, I did not sleep well last night. I was so nervous. Tonight will be better though,” he says with a smile.

“Why is that?” you ask.

“Cuz… you,” he pulls you in for delicious slow whiskey-kisses. Several minutes later your lips part.

“Are YOU hungry?” he asks with a devilish smile.

“For you? Always. But if you need to rest or study for tomorrow, I totally understand,” you smile at him.

He traces your jawline with his fingertip.

“What I think I need tonight, is you,“ he kisses your neck lightly. “Would it be weird if I sleep here? I have an early call and will probably be gone before you get up. But… I enjoy having you next to me.”

You stand up from his lap, pulling him up to stand with you. “Not weird at all. Now, is sleeping all you need tonight? Or do you want more?” you ask as you lead him into the bedroom.

“Well, I might sleep better if you’d help me get off,” he steps to you, wrapping you in a deep kiss. You can feel your vagina start to tingle with moisture.

“I’m not opposed,” you pull his hoodie up over his head, kissing his chest, licking one of his nipples.

He shudders.

“Do you like that, on your nipples?” you ask.

He nods, “I like more too, biting, sucking,”

“Like this?” you take one in your mouth and gently suck on it.

“Harder,” he says.

You increase your suction.

“Mmm,” his hands go to your head, holding you to him. You take it between your teeth and bite, gently. He moans and grips your head. You pull away, smiling up at him. Excited for a new way to get him going.

“Do the other one,” he pulls your head to his other nipple.

You suck this one a little harder at first and let your hand migrate down to the tentpole at his crotch. You realize he has nothing under his sweatpants. Such a fucking turn on that he made himself so easily accessed.

“Oh god, that’s good,” he is saying. He pulls your head up to meet his, clashing his mouth against yours in heightened need, his tongue thrusting and curling against your own.

He pulls your shirt off over your head and in a flash has your bra off and your shorts pulled down, you too made sure he had easy access.

“What, no unicorn undies for me today?” He chuckles as he runs his hands over your naked ass.

“I’ll be sure to show you my collection sometime,” you say, “however, right now I have other plans.” You pull his waistband up and over the head of his cock, his hard rod bouncing as the rest fall to the floor.

You sit down on the bench at the foot of the bed and immediately take him into your mouth. His velvety smoothness is intoxicating on your bourbon flavored tongue. You slide down his shaft, bobbing your head up and down his length.

“Oh god, yes,” he moans. He grabs your head and pushes himself deep into your throat. Fucking your soft palate just a little, making you gag, then pulling back. You look up at him.

“I love hearing that sound when my cock is in your mouth,” his eyes are fierce with lust.

You suck greedily and nod, your mouth too full of him to agree any other way.

He drives in again, gagging you longer and deeper. You suck in a breath as he pulls out of your mouth, wet with thick spit. Your hand is on him, spreading the wetness. You look up at him, one lip curled up. He wipes your mouth with his thumb. You capture it in your mouth, sucking while you pump his cock with your fist. You? Orally fixated? Nah.

“Here, try this,” you say when he takes his thumb out of your mouth.

You pull his dick to your sternum, and push your tits together around it. Looking down you let a long string of saliva drop into your cleavage. He starts sliding up and down, both hands on your shoulders for balance. The head of his cock is peeking out the top of your squished together breasts with each thrust.

“Oh. My. That is fucking hot to watch, ” he says a little surprised. Maybe he’s never titty fucked anyone before.

You look up into his face, licking your lips, thirst in your eyes. His brows are knit together, his voluptuous bottom lip slack, letting his breath escape in unvoiced “oh’s”. He is watching himself sliding up to your neck and back again through half lidded eyes. Fuck he is so hot when he’s in the throes of pleasure. His eyes lift to find yours, one eyebrow twitches up and as does one the corner of his mouth.

“You wan’ me t’ cum, baby,” he asks breathless, just before his front teeth ruthlessly capture that lower lip.

“Uh huh, right here,” you nod, “give me those pearls, mon Roi de chatte.”

Your hips are rocking onto the seat, dripping onto the smooth wood of the bench. You lean down, open mouthed, your tongue lashing his head each time it crests your tits, teasing his tip. He speeds up.

“OOOHHH YEAH, HAAAAAH!! HAAAAAH!!” He bellows through clenched teeth.

Thick white cream spills all over your tongue and neck and tits. You are practically bouncing on the bench, pussy desperate for attention.

You lean back, moaning, on the foot of the bed, putting your feet up on the bench, knees bent. Your hips are trembling against your wet hand which is rubbing his cum into your clit hard and fast.

Austin is panting, trying to recover.

He leans over you, slips two fingers inside your wetness. You are a little sore, but you really don’t care right now. He starts sliding in and out. His other hand snakes around the back of your head, his forehead planted on yours.

“Fuck baby, you are so hot dripping with my cum.” He intones between puffs of breath.

What pushes you over the edge is the feeling of his cum dripping down your neck and along your sides. You arch, head pushed back against his hand, he pushes deep inside you and flicks those long fingers against your g spot. “Ohhh Yaaaaaaahhhhssss,” you wail, hips shaking against his hand.

You grab his hand as he starts sliding in and out again.

“No, no stop, I’m good,” you pant, “thank you lover.”

He answers you with a sweet, loving kiss, which you return.

“What did you call me? Just before I came, wah dushat?” Austin asks.

“Oh, did I say that?” you press your lips together, slightly embarrassed.

“Uh oh, what does it mean? Do I need to take offense?” he jokes.

“No no. It’s just a little corny. It means King of my Pussy,” you start laughing.

“I’m not mad at that, I think you should call me that all the time,” he laughs.

After yet another shower, you climb into bed. Austin pulls out papers from his hoodie pocket and climbs in next to you. Propped up on a pillow and one arm around you he pulls you in close.

“Oh yes, this is much better than last night,” he says under his breath.

“Whatcha got there?” you ask, indicating the papers.

“Script pages for tomorrow, although who knows what Baz will actually have me doing,” he says.

“Are you allowed to read them to me?” you ask.

“Technically no, since you haven’t signed any waiver, but I trust you. Do you want to read the other part with me?” he offers.

“I can try. It may not be good,” you are a little apprehensive.

“Doesn't matter, it just helps to have someone read the other lines,” he assures you.

Curled up on his chest, reading from the same pages, you go over the scene a few times. At first you are tentative. You ask a few questions about who’s lines these are, then throw caution to the wind and get into it.

“Damn baby, you are doing great! Your southern accent is spot on,” he says, impressed.

"Thanks babe,” you wag your tail, smiling.

“If you want, I could talk to Baz and get you on set as an extra. I mean it’d not be talking but… “ he offers.

“Oh, no no.” You roll on top of him to be face to face. “ I am the thing that is NOT Elvis in your life right now. Plus, I don’t think I could bear watching you be Elvis and not have your hands on me. When this movie comes out, I may not be able to see it in a theatre cuz it’s gonna make me so fucking horny. I will leave the seat wet!”

“Or we could just rent out the whole theater and I could play with your pussy the whole time,” he smiles and bites his lip.

“Oh that is happening for sure,” you smile wickedly.

“That’s an experience I look forward to, after all I’m the King of your pussy,” he says giggling.

“Oui, Mon Roi, et je suis ton chaton excité.” you lick your lips and kiss him.

#Austin Butler #Austin Butler smut #Austin Butler x reader #Austin Butler fic #Austin butler fanfic #@purejasmine #@slowsweetlove

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luxurybrownbarbie · 7 months

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hi barbie so my bf was logged onto his email on myphone to chack it and forgot to log off so I decided to be nosey and see wht was in it. he tried to make payments to his friends only fans site but she refunded him and saud it was weird. how do i bring it up? :( it was technically invading his privacy. but this feels like it’s more important than whjt i did. Any advice?

Okay, I’m about eight tequila shots in right now, so apologies if this is super disjointed. I’m censoring onlyf*ns because bots are annoying.

You guys need to break up. Expeditiously! And for more reasons than you think.

But like… babe. Let’s start at the crux of the matter. You unfortunately don’t get to decide which of these issues is more important than the other. I’m very tough on phone searching and its several related antics because I have a job which has very stringent privacy rules. No one gets to play with my money. But I also strongly believe in personal autonomy above all else. You’re not their parent, and they’re not a child. I don’t care if you “have nothing to hide” and “they can go through your phone whenever”. It doesn’t matter. People don’t give up privacy and autonomy just because they entered into a romantic partnership. Also, get yourself some things to hide. It’s good for you.

So… it sucks, but you’re going to have to be alright with the fact that he’s going to be pissed and feel violated when you bring this subject up because of how you found out. And again, he has a right to feel that way.

Onto what you found. This is more of a psychological thing. Why did you feel the need to snoop? I have had ample opportunities to snoop in my partners’ phones, and I’ve never done it. So why did you suddenly decide to be nosy this time around? Why did this urge strike you so fiercely when you could have just… logged out? Clearly something had been up, and you needed to scratch an itch you were suddenly made aware existed. Strike number one for your boyfriend.

Next… him paying for a subscription to his friend’s onlyf*ns? That’s deranged, I’m sorry. Unless you guys are into that, in which case, my bad. But your message reads like this was definitely a betrayal. And I get it. Look, I love my friends and I’m sex positive (within reason) and I love supporting women owned businesses, but I’m not going to watch my friends onlyf*ns. Probably because I’m not sexually attracted to my friends! And that must have felt so weird for her. I can’t imagine how she felt when she saw her supposed “friend’s” email on her subscriber list or whatever it’s called. He didn’t even have the decency to make a burner for his creepiness. Ew. For her to explicitly state to him that it was weird lets me know he’s tried to cross boundaries like this before, and somehow he has not received the message. Gross all around. So a major strike two for your boyfriend.

Strike three is literally just that he’s a loser, come on. You see how bad inflation is right now. People are not turning away money, no matter where it’s coming from. Do you know how much of a loser he has to be for her to refund his subscription? I don’t even know how onlyfans works, but if it’s like patreon/substack, she had to go through active effort to remove him. He tried to pay to watch explicit videos of his friend and she said “No thank you! 😌” and sent him his money back. Eggs are $6 a dozen! There’s a cost of living crisis out here! And she said no thank you to his money? That’s literally so embarrassing for him, I’m cringing on his behalf. If he had any self awareness at all, he would have shriveled up and died right there, but whatever.

All in all, the friend is a queen, and you should keep her. If not, then don’t be weird about her or to her. She was just doing her thing. It’s not her fault your boyfriend is skeevy as hell. When you bring this up to him, acknowledge the way you found out was messed up, because it was. (You yourself state that you actively decided to be nosy, it didn’t just fall in your lap.) Accept that now, so you won’t get bullied or manipulated into thinking you’re the main problem here. He’s allowed to be upset about it, but don’t let it derail the overall conversation at hand.

And then, no matter what the outcome of the talk, you should leave him. 💛💛💛 Not only because he’s a skeevy weirdo who tries to push boundaries with his female friends, but also because he’s not going to stop, and this is likely only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to his behavior.

And stop going through emails.

#answered #.

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chibipandaao3 · 1 month

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I don’t know what happened, I had an anonymous ask and it disappeared as soon as I clicked it open.

But basically it was someone asking why I’m against BabePreg and that they thought it ”fit” him…

TL;dr at the end.

Clearly paraphrasing — sorry if that’s incorrect

So… I’m assuming this is coming primarily from the bonus chapter when they’re babysitting. And, I wonder if the people who use this as “evidence” don’t fully understand how fantasies/kinks works. I’m not trying to put anyone down, but it seems like people have this belief that kinks/fantasies are things people want in “reality.” And, no. That’s the first thing to understand. Plenty of people have fantasies where they are physically hurt or attacked or assaulted — they don’t actually want that to happen to them! It’s a fantasy — it’s fake and taking place in their heads. It’s a safe thing to fantasize about because it’s not actually happening.

Throughout that chapter where Babe and Charlie play out their kink - Babe reminds himself they’re just alphas and CAN’T get pregnant. It also ends with Babe explicitly saying;

“I hate kids”

Adding, pregnancy/breeding kinks =/= wanting to have or raise a child

And the above isn’t even taking into account that part of why Babe is screwing alphas - or being screwed by alphas - is because there’s no chance or pregnancy.

Or the fact that when Charlie owns up to his power he explicitly says to Babe, “I can’t get you pregnant, and even if I could, I wouldn’t because I know you never want children”

All that is directly from the translation on Wattpad.

Is the show different? Kinda — but the reason Charlie poses that question after they become boyfriends is for the audience to understand it’s “possible” under the right circumstances (enigma) because otherwise viewers wouldn’t follow it as easily — it’s narrative. It’s meant to make viewers unfamiliar with the book question Charlie’s character.

Besides the evidence in text as to why I’m not for BabePreg, there also personal reasons.

Babe is child free by choice, as am I. I like that there’s a character who just doesn’t want kids.

Additionally, as someone who’s been told things — at the store, at work, when I was a student — such as

“You’ll look so good pregnant!”

“All you need is a baby on the hip and one on the way”

“Oh you’re made to be a mother”

The idea that a character “can’t” know what they want and don’t want, is very frustrating to me in this context. And I fully acknowledge that it’s a me problem here.

But within canon, there’s no evidence of Babe wanting kids — nothing beyond a kinky fantasy (which again doesn’t equate to “real” life wishes).

If the show, with all of this in canon evidence against it, makes BabePreg happen, it will have diverted into fanfic territory.

And I’m not big on shows/films disregarding the story the authors want to tell in favor of filling media with fan’s fantasies.

But, as I said in the original post — literally ANY other character could end up pregnant and I wouldn’t give a shit. 😂

Plus, even if season 2 ends up being a hard pass for me - Goddess Bless You From Death looks fucking fantastic, and I can deal with having just the one show to look forward to. It’s really no biggie on my end.

TL;dr — sorry your ask disappeared. There’s no canon material that demonstrates Babe actually wanting children, in fact there’s actually the opposite - evidence to support his dislike/disinterest in children. I relate to Babe and, as a result, get frustrated at the idea of the show going “against his wishes.” But in the end, I really don’t care 😂 I’ll live with or without PB season 2.

#anonymous asks #pit babe the series #pit babe #pit babe fanfic #pitbabe

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ricanvvas · 6 months

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And this HAD to be said. I cannot express how much it triggers me and makes me lose interest or faith so quickly. Makes me believe that you understood absolutely nothing through what the given relationship between the characters was trying to portray. Are you even properly watching the show?

Like it or not, by the way, fetishizing gay people has become so common that not only are weirdos fetishizing gay men, they’re starting to insert sexualities of their choice INTO a character that does not belong to them in any form. Go, turn tf back, and watch/read your yaoi stuff, don’t drag it into anime that has nothing to do with it + people genuinely want to enjoy what is canonically given (indeed, I’m a canon freak). Straight up disrespectful to the original author when you really try to twist characters or their relationship with another character. Disappointing.

Babes... why would it trigger you when people ship two characters? You need to understand that queer people exist in a world where there is a severe lack of queer representation in different genres, so we have to accept bits and pieces wherever we can. And frankly, I think you're a piece of shit for the way you speak about us. "Are you even properly watching the show?" "Don't drag it into that has nothing to do with it" Excuse me? The fuck do you mean by that? Queerness is not limited to "yaois". Queer people are not any different from straight people. I can tell that you have a stick up your ass about "canon" but frankly, most people don't. People ship non-canon ships all the damn time but why is it only such a big issue when they're gay? And you can say it's because you think it's "fetishing gay people" but it only comes across as homophobic. Queer people can't sexualise their own sexuality (and if you're talking about straight girls, most queer people have explicitly stated that there are nuances to everything).

As a writer myself, and hopefully a soon-to-be-author, I’d be damned if I ever opened a phone and saw some no-lifer trying to ship the two characters I put in specifically to show their deep friendship—it sounds so absurd.

I'M SORRY WHAT??? Why would you call your non-existent hypothetical readers "no-lifers" if they choose to ship two NON-EXISTENT HYPOTHETICAL characters? That's actually crazy to me, babes. I disagree with most of the things you've written on that post but I specifically wanted to say something about this. you need to understand that while yes, you are the origin of said hypothetical characters but once said hypothetical book is published, you no longer have creative liberty of said characters. think about harry potter for example. the author is a terf and yet trans people and allies headcanons some of her characters as trans. do you think jk r*wling's okay with that? i highly doubt it. (And babes, if you want to be an author, or at least one that doesn't get cancelled, a small advice would be that if people are shipping a ship that you don't want them to ship, you might not be as good of an author as you might think. Think about Naruto. No one particularly enjoys the ending. Some find Naruhina to be forced and Sasusaku were done so wrong in Boruto. And that's mainly part of the reason so many people ship SNS. Think about JJK. Geto and Geto have been explicitly written to be foils of each other. While I do understand why straight people might not be able to see the blantant queercoding but I would suggest that you start reading into things more deeply rather than just accepting whatever is presented to you on a silver platter by the author. But also think about AOT, why do you think most people don't ship Armin and Eren while they do ship Eremika? Because for once, there is a well written ship WITH a well-written female character? (Yes, I agree it's not perfect but much better than most ships)).

Small note that I forgot to add: Most female characters are horribly written (which is no fault of their own and lies heavily with their authors). Think Hinata. Why would I ship something when one part of the ship has no fucking personality other than the main male character??? I'm in no way hating on Hinata but more so on how Kishimoto writes female characters. I ship things based on chemistry and canon. I can still ship things if it's not canon but not if there is no chemistry.

This may have come across as rude and I do not apologise and I'm sure you understand why (your original post was rude as fuck if you didn't lmao). I ranted a lot so it might not make sense but feel free to ignore if you're only going to get "triggered".

Quit it with the “babes”, I don’t know you personally and it makes me gag.

Like, 98% of this message is indirectly saying I’m homophobic. I’m not.

My original message was blunt and straightforward, if I preached canon friendships and you found it rude, I do wonder who really has a stick up their ass. I mean, I’m not the one dissatisfied by canon givens and twisting platonic relationships anyway.

Frankly, keep your advice. It’s crappy! I don’t need a drag down. I’ll do what I damn wish to do with and speak my book, my characters, and my story.

None of you have convinced me of absolutely anything because there is nothing to convince. I’m not bothered by general shipping, I’m bothered by shoving it down people’s throat or attacking them when they disagree with your ship. Might as well as attack the authors, tbh, for keeping the characters platonic. Nasty.

Also, unnecessary use of profanity really does show how literally all of you resort to pure insults and attacks.

Peace and Sincerity （＾ω＾）！

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killrate · 1 year

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🔥 🔥 🔥 spill bestie spill

Unpopular opinions !

Disclaimer: this is not @ those who are too busy with life to write / respond to DMs. This is specifically @ the group explicitly mentioned.

Everyone here is a little anxious ! Some part of me believes that anyone that makes it into an rpc space on tumblr has a little bit of anxiety ! It’s almost like our membership card 💕

That being said, writing takes effort from both parties. You are allowed to be anxious and your feelings are valid. But if you don’t meet your peers half-way, yet you’re upset that you’re not really getting interactions, you may wonder why. Now, if you’ve gone back on your DMs and realized that you really didn’t give your fellow writers enough to work with in terms of plotting… babe, you might be the culprit in why your notifs are dry !

I haven’t had to deal with this type of writer in about two years - so this isn’t directed at anyone in my following currently. But it’s true and someone has to say it: some writers want to write, but they don’t put in much effort behind the scenes. And often times, it’s due to nervousness - or sometimes , because you’re not sure about what your character would do / want in a given scenario. I’m fuckin nervous too , messaging someone I’ve never met before ! That’s where brainstorming comes in ✨ We all get starry-eyed with certain writers , and we put them up on a pedestal. Stop that 💕 we are all here to have fun and it’s not that serious. Comparing yourself to others is no good. Don’t feel bad about needing to brainstorm and make shit up as you go, that’s normal ! That’s writing !!

If I followed you, I wanna write with you. So if I DM you for plotting to do a small starter / answer an ask you sent, and you give me a single CRUMB ?? I’m going to assume you just aren’t that interested. Why does one person have to do all the heavy lifting ? If you’re reading this, and you are feeling attacked, I’m sorry and that’s not at all how I’m trying to come off. I AM imploring u to step ur pussies up so that you can enjoy your time in whatever rpc you’re in !

#▐ .｡*ﾟ━ OOC. // AT THE DISPO THEY CALL ME MADAM.#inavagrant #man !! I haven’t met this type of writer in forever but like ?? /#AND THEY GET SAD THAT NO ONE INTERACTS ? /#it can be spooky at first with anxiety but sometimes u gotta just get through that moment /

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hello i love reading ur bf!xikers 🫶

i wanted to ask if u can write bf!seeun?

if requests are closed just ignore this ask😅

💌 — Oh my gosh I’m so glad! Of course, I gotchu!!! <3 (Y’all don’t understand how geeked I get receiving reqs, like I’m literally rolling around on the ground every time a new one comes in like a dog in grass)

Bf!Seeun who loves pretending to be a stranger that’s attempting to— and failing miserably at flirting with you just to see how you’d handle the situation. He’ll get these random and sudden bursts of inspiration for a new ‘scene’ that he’s hurriedly jotting down before the thought dwindles into smoke and slips from his grasp, then whenever he sees you next he’s whipping out his notes and “Okay babe, how about this.” He’s so cute, gets so serious about it, but at times he’ll catch himself giggling at your answers if they’re syrupy sweet, “Ahhh cute!” You can hear his voice in your noggin, can’t you? and now you can’t seem to get his hands off of you.

Ex: At some point this becomes a running joke in the dorm, the boys even jump in to help you deconstruct the question at hand and map out what the most effective yet petty method there is to satisfy your silly boyfriend, they’d even critique you on your answers 😭 “He’d want you to be more blunt.” “Maybe throw in a good grimace, yeah! Like that!” “Mm, be a little more mean, that guy doesn’t seem nice.” and you’re like: “Who doesn’t seem nice??? This is still Seeun talking????”

Bf!Seeun who is so a: “But Y/n said” type of boyfriend, and it’s never anything you’ve explicitly told him to do or to not do, it’s simply suggestions to help keep his health in check, or what skincare products to avoid, nevertheless he’s still— “Sorry, Y/n told me I need to go to sleep earlier tonight.” Whenever he’s asked to hangout with a few of his members, and “Y/n said that you shouldn’t mix those two serums together or it’ll irritate your skin.” Basically unsolicited advice, but you always know what’s good for him, wouldn’t it be unfair to keep your helpful tips all to himself? When him and his members are out shopping he’s always, “Y/n said those weren’t the best quality, I wouldn’t waste my money.” And it’s always so casual, just rolls right off his tongue without any forethought, the boys would get a good giggle out of it but almost always take his word for it because Seeun’s Y/n just knows best.

Bf!Seeun who I feel like loves having matching clothes/accessories! Like whenever he’s looking to buy a lil something for himself he’s always looking to buy a lil something for you too, and it’s always the exact same pieces. Does it every time he’s going abroad so that you’ll ’remember’ you have a very sweet boyfriend, as if you’d ever forget?? he’d be so annoying it’s so cute🤭

Ex: Seeun is a proud owner of those custom “I ❤️ my girlfriend” shirts, and he isn’t afraid to wear it in public!! he’s always making sure to pack it whenever he’s catching a flight just in case these girls try something. I feel like he’d also love those cute bff necklaces/bracelets, like the ones they sell at Claire’s yk? Would unironically wear it, showing it off any chance he gets.

Bf!Seeun who would repeatedly be found cuddled up to you in his bed during the mornings before the two of you were officially together by a handful of his members, and for the longest time he swore that the two of you weren’t a thing, stupidly the 9 all believed it to be true, not having the capacity to doubt him for a second, because they’re busy people, that was until they filmed the video in their dorm where everyone was being exceptionally annoying in attempts to wake all of the members up, and naturally he let his guard down when they decided to wake you next, and being startled out of your sleep by their loud noises and flashing lights surely couldn’t be enjoyable. Sweet boy, he didn’t have the heart to let you continue being scared, especially if you’re sensitive to loud sounds, forgetting that there was cameras set up and recording he quickly went to you, notably dramatic as he pulled your head gently into his chest, pecking small kisses into your hair, he had turned to look over his shoulder to scold the boys into silence, except it wasn’t his complaints that made them comply, it was that Seeun just kissed you? on the head? Seeun was holding you, comforting you, in his bed?

Ex: They realized soon after, because sure Seeun can be affectionate, but not quite like that. When they all got over the initial shock that Seeun does in fact have a partner the members were all quick to apologize, acknowledging that you were still new to being around them and they should’ve left you out of their chaos, they were all incredibly relieved to know that you weren’t terrified but merely jumped when they suddenly bursted back into the room and that Seeun was just being overly protective :,) Yujun will never let this go though, because of all people, he didn’t know?

Bf!Seeun who is always figuring out new ways to go about showing his love for you :(

Words of affirmation? With him you learn to find the sweetness in his simplicity, i think the feelings would be much too complicated and big to put exactly into words that he becomes overwhelmed it, sweet boy just adores you so much :( and it would take a while for you to realize, but once you become more familiar with eachother you’re always “awww🥹” when he’s just simply running the pads of his fingers softly under your chin, or he’s wrapping his arms around you, head moving to rest in the dip of your shoulder, nuzzling at you with this warm feeling spreading throughout his chest that he physically can’t stop himself from clinging to you.

Acts of service? Absolutely, the type to throw your towel in the dryer so it’ll be nice and warm when you come out of the shower/bath. This might also be completely random but bear with me, you know how some public restrooms have really unreliable locks? He’s so willing to be on door duty for you if you’re feeling a little wary, and he takes it very seriously, isn’t shy about telling people “My girlfriend’s in there, sorry!” Like he’s just so trustworthy 😭

Gift giving? Sometimes he goes out of his way to buy you the most atrocious, silly looking plushies and he thinks that he’s so hilarious for it, can’t stop giggling when he hands it to you. But he’s also always on the hunt for those cute Sanrio ones too, the type to not really know a lot about it but if he sees a familiar character he’s like “Y/n knows that one” and is so quick to buy it.

Quality time? When I think of Seeun the thought of him having the habit of following you everywhere pops up, like he’s so “where you going?” Every time you get up, so quick to follow you even if he doesn’t know where you’re headed, he’s so cute just silently trailing behind you, especially with his height I’m tearing up. Loves sitting in the bathroom with you while you shower, sometimes busied by whatever it is that’s on his phone, but I feel like he’d rather sit and talk to you, making you laugh, it’s hard to not get soap in your eyes when he’s distracting you by trying to be funny.

Physical touch? He loves hugging you from behind, such a cozy feeling, long arms draped loosely over your shoulders, chin resting on the crown of your head if the height difference calls for it. I feel like he’d have a habit of holding your finger, STOP because it’s such a small thing of him to do, like you walking in public with this tall, stoic looking guy cutely holding onto your finger with all 5 of his 😣 also head pats!! whenever you’re talking, cuddling, coming up to him for a hug he’s always gently patting at your head, soft subconscious smile on his face when you start talking :(

#bf!xikers #park seeun #park seeun x reader #park seeun imagines #park seeun fluff #xikers park seeun #xikers seeun #xikers seeun x reader #xikers x reader #xikers imagines #xikers

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togrowoldinv · 2 years

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Photos of You

Tom!Peter Parker x Female Reader

You reunite with Peter after he's been away on a mission.

Warnings: Smut! 18+ only please!

Note: This is my first Peter smut, so I'm a little nervous about it. It’s got a lot of fluff in it as well. Peter and reader here are at least college age, but no real age is explicitly said. I hope y'all enjoy it!

Peter Parker Masterlist, Main Masterlist

You miss your boyfriend like crazy. Peter has been gone for two weeks on a ‘vacation’ with the Starks. Which actually means that he was on a mission as Spider-Man. When you first met Peter, it was when he was in his Spider-Man suit and came into the restaurant you worked at right before closing. Of course, you were quick to help the hero you recognized, and his mask was off to reveal a beautiful face.

And the rest is history. You and Peter exchanged numbers that night and you’ve been together ever since. It’s been almost a year of Peter going on missions and you missing him dearly while he’s gone but being so proud of him for being the helpful hero he is.

Peter is always sure to send you selfies while he is away. He can’t always talk to you on the phone or text you, but he always finds internet to send you a picture that reassures you that he’s okay. When you are missing him, you often find yourself looking through the pictures he has sent you over the months. And some of the ones you two have taken together.

He asked you to train with one time just for fun and you run across that picture. He has his shirt off, showing his very attractive muscular chest and stomach, and he’s on the ground with his arm reaching up for you. You remember how he pulled you down to the ground with him and kissed you all over your face.

You are so caught up in the photo that you don’t notice Peter open the front door of your apartment. He’s home early.

“Y/n, baby, I’m home!” Peter says as he walks to your bedroom to find you lying there staring at your phone. He grins at the sight of you and decides to tease you. “Oh, come on I have to be more interesting than what’s in that phone.”

You finally notice him, and you look up to see his smiling face.

“You’re home early!” you say, standing up to hug him. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, sweetheart,” he hugs you back and kisses your lips sweetly. “So, what was so interesting on that phone that you didn’t hear me come in?”

“Oh, it was nothing,” you reply, a little shy about the prospect of him finding out.

Peter laughs and starts kissing you deeper. He pushes you back onto the bed and before you can stop him, he catches sight of your still unlocked phone open to the shirtless photo of him. You see his eyes go wide with curiosity.

“Pete, I’m sorry I-”

“Why are you sorry? I look at the photos of you too when I’m missing you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, babe. Plus, I think it’s very hot that you were looking at the shirtless one,” Peter wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

“Peter,” you bury your head into his neck in embarrassment.

“Seriously, there’s no need to be embarrassed. I can send you more pictures if you want, or you can just see the real thing right now. Both actually,” Peter sits up a little and takes his shirt off. You try not to audibly moan at the sight of him, but you fail.

Peter leans down and captures your lips in a searing kiss. His hands find their way to your breasts, rubbing over them gently before his mouth replaces them. Sucking and licking you exactly how you like it.

His long fingers trail down your stomach and ghost over your clothed center. The lack of pressure is enough to make you grind your hips up into his hand, searching for any relief.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Peter says.

You lightly pull on his curls and he lifts his head up. The two of you gaze into each other’s eyes for a moment.

“I love you,” you say.

“I love you too.”

He kisses you again. You both take the rest of your clothes off and you drink in the sight of your naked boyfriend.

“You’re so gorgeous, Peter,” you say. He kisses you in thanks. Your tongue meets his as you reach your hand down to stroke him.

He hovers over top of you. His fingers entering your center. After your first orgasm, he lines up with your hips and enters you softly at first, slowly picking up the pace with each thrust.

He feels himself getting closer as he leans down to kiss you again. He pulls out to immediately connect his lips with your clit. His tongue reaches everywhere you need him. You moan in pleasure as you get closer to your high.

Peter shifts again to lie on his back as you sink down onto him so that you can ride him. You both reach your peak with shouts of ‘I love yous’ as he holds your waist. Your hands run over his abs as he guides you both down from your highs.

Peter kisses your forehead as you climb off of him and snuggle into his arms.

“I’m so glad you’re home, babe,” you tell him.

“Me too, my love. Me too.”

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#tom!peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #peter peter fluff #peter parker

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imaginesandbandfiction · 3 years

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Harry Styles — Hometown Show, Part 1

There will be a part 2 to this, coming on Saturday. After that, I have a few more one shots to post next week, and then in November I will be starting a 12-part series so get excited!

Masterlist

You’re My Kryptonite

On the day off between the St. Louis and Philadelphia shows, you knocked on Harry’s hotel room door, shifting nervously from one foot to the other while you waited for him to answer.

“Y/N, hi, what’s up?” he asked, face lighting up as soon as he saw you standing there. He opened the door a bit wider, standing to the side. “Come in, come in.”

You walked into the room, letting him lead you over to the couch in the living room area.

“I was just about to open some wine, want a glass?” he asked, motioning for you to sit as he headed over to the kitchenette. He didn’t wait for a reply, and pulled a second wine glass down for you.

“Sure, thanks,” you said, thinking some liquid courage is just what you needed. Your hometown shows were coming up, and you had a favor to ask Harry. He had told you in the past that anything you need is yours, but you still felt awkward asking for things, especially in this strange more-than-friends-but-not-really-together phase you were in.

He came back with two full glasses of red, and you took yours gratefully, taking a long sip. He settled onto the opposite side of the couch with his feet tucked under him, looking younger than he actually was.

“Enjoying your day off?” You asked, stalling a bit.

“I am now,” he said, winking over his glass at you as he took a sip. You felt your cheeks heat up in a blush, taking another sip to try and hide it. “So what brings you here? Not that I’m complaining.”

“Well, I wanted to see you, for one thing,” you said, laughing nervously. “But I do have an ulterior motive. I have a favor to ask of you.”

“Anything you want, you got it, babe.” Your blush burned brighter as you turned to face him completely.

“Well, um, as you know, I went to college in Chicago and I was hoping I could invite some of my old sorority sisters. Just a few, though, because I hated most of them.” You chuckled at that last bit, remembering all of the drama that went down behind the walls of the Delta Nu house.

“Invite the whole damn sorority if you want to!” He said, laughing jovially. “Y/N, you were a sorority girl?”

“All four years, believe it or not,” you admitted sheepishly. “Delta Nu or die, baby.” He squinted his eyes, looking at you intently.

“Somehow I just don’t see it.”

“I did almost get kicked out like three times, but that’s a story for another time.”

“I’m holding you to that. But seriously, text me their names and I’ll make sure they’re on the list for pit tickets and access to VIP. And this should be obvious, but I know you’re not likely to do it unless I explicitly tell you that it’s okay, but bring them to the after party at the hotel, too.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You squealed and set your wine down on the coffee table carefully before launching yourself across the couch and wrapping your arms around him tightly.

“Whoa, watch the wine!” He exclaimed, laughing and trying to hold his glass steady. His free arm snaked its way around your back, holding you snugly to his side.

“But seriously, thank you,” you whispered once you had calmed down a little bit. “It will mean the world to them. We were in college during the peak One Direction days. I’m pretty sure we danced to One Thing at, like, every single sorority function.”

“Not What Makes You Beautiful?”

“That song made many guest appearances, but no. We were just indie like that I guess.”

“Now that I believe.” You sat in silence for a moment, both sipping from your wine.

“You weren’t even my favorite, you know,” you said, nonchalantly.

“What?” He exclaimed, looking genuinely hurt.

“I’m sorry, but it’s true. I was a Zayn girl. He was the OG One Direction sex symbol. And PILLOWTALK walked so Watermelon Sugar could run.” Harry stuck his bottom lip out into a pout, making you laugh. You leaned in to give him a quick peck, and muttered against his lips. “Don’t worry, you’re my favorite now.”

When you got back to your hotel room, you texted your “Delta Nu Misfits” group chat that operation Love on Tour Chicago night 1 was a go and started counting down the days ‘til the show.

***

The day of the show, your excitement was through the roof. Harry had told you to take the day off, but you knew that you needed work to focus on or else the day would seem to drag by, especially since your friends weren’t going to be driving in from the burbs until after they were done with their 9-5s.

At around 4, you were hanging out backstage with some other members of the crew while you all waited for Harry to finish his soundcheck. You were chatting with Jeff, practically bouncing with excitement, when Harry burst through the curtains, slightly sweaty but looking particularly delicious in a pair of gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt. Thank god for gray sweats, you thought, swooning internally.

He made a beeline to you and plucked the energy drink out of your hand, tilting his head back and finishing the last few sips.

“Hey!” You exclaimed, reaching to grab the can back. He pulled it up, higher than you could reach, laughing as you jumped to try and get it.

“I need this more than you do,” he said seriously. “And I’m concerned about your heart; I think this much caffeine mixed with the adrenaline that’s practically radiating off of you is actually lethal.”

“You’re mean,” you said, pouting at him.

“And you should be getting ready to meet your friends,” he said, “Go on, I’m releasing you early.”

“You know, technically, Jeff is my boss, not you.”

“I’m releasing you early!” Jeff yelled from across the room, where he had disappeared without you noticing. Harry gave you a smug smile and leaned in to kiss you on the cheek quickly while no one was looking.

“See you after the show,” he whispered. “I can’t wait to meet your friends.”

Your heart fluttered as you walked away and you wondered how you would be able to keep this a secret from your friends.

***

When your friends texted you that they had arrived, you screamed and raced down to the hotel lobby to greet them. After excitedly catching up a bit, you led them upstairs to the suite you had upgraded to for the night.

“Home sweet home,” you said as you opened the door.

“So this is what life on the road is like,” Your friend Rachel said, nodding her approval.

“Not usually,” you replied with a laugh. “I upgraded because you guys are here tonight and my family is coming tomorrow. But the crew usually stays in standard rooms; honestly, we all end up just coming back and passing out anyway so it doesn’t really matter.”

“I call the big bedroom!” Your friend Kelsey yelled, racing down the hallways to the bedroom dragging her suitcase behind her.

“Hey, no fair!” Adrienne called, chasing after her. Jenny, Adrienne’s girlfriend, just rolled her eyes and grabbed the bag Adrienne had left, following after her girlfriend at a much slower pace.

“Children, all of you,” Rachel sighed, shaking her head. Haley grinned and darted off behind the others, yelling “MINE!” at the top of her lungs. You and Rachel followed the others inside to blast One Direction and get ready for the show.

***

A few hours later, after room-service appetizers and more than a few pre-game drinks, you all piled into the black SUV buzzing with excitement. The girls were thrilled to get to enter in the back door, and insisted on taking loads of selfies with their VIP passes.

“So do we get to go backstage?” Kelsey asked excitedly as you headed inside.

“Honestly, it’s just boring work stuff back there,” you said, shrugging. “The real action is in the pit! Besides, someone will definitely see me and give me a job to do.”

“Boring work stuff for you, maybe,” Jenny said, pouting. “I’m a fucking dental assistant, boring work stuff for me is sharp tools and teeth.” Everyone laughed at that.

“I promise, I have something even better lined up for us after the show. Harry has personally invited you all to the after party.” You are sure their screams could be heard miles away, and you grinned, looping your arms with Haley and Rachel. “Come on, let’s go take some pictures!”

After many Instagram photos were taken, you led them up to the VIP booth to watch Jenny Lewis. No one else from the crew had arrived yet, as they were all busy preparing for Harry’s set. The drinks were flowing, courtesy of Harry who had told the staff to get you anything you needed. He had even left a note with one of them, scrawled on a napkin. You read it quickly then shoved it into the pocket of your pink leather miniskirt before anyone noticed. Thankfully, they were too distracted by the free drinks.

‘Enjoy the show and see you later, xx H’

When Jenny’s set was over, you herded the girls back downstairs to the pit. Kelsey insisted on bringing an extra ‘backup drink’ down with her, even though you told her that you could come back later for more.

“But I don’t wanna miss the show,” she said, pouting. You shook your head and decided, what the hell, grabbing another vodka soda for your own backup drink.

You batted your eyes at one of the security guards just outside the doors to the pit, asking him to escort you to the front.

“Thanks Jamie, you’re the best!” You said, kissing him on the cheek when he agreed. He led you and the girls to front and center in the Watermelon Pit, rolling his eyes at your drunkenness.

When Harry came out, the screams were deafening.

“He is even hotter up close,” Haley gushed as he started to sing the first lines of Golden. After the song was finished, he greeted the crowd, prompting an excited reaction. As the band started to play Carolina, Harry’s eyes were scanning the crowd and locked on yours. He broke out into a huge grin and gave you a little wave before turning to go to the other side of the stage.

“Did he just-” Adrienne asked, looking back and forth from him to you in surprise. “Wait, he actually knows who you are? I thought you were just, like, an assistant to an assistant!” Kelsey, Haley, and Rachel were too into their dancing to notice what had happened, but Jenny gave you a supportive smile, pulling her girlfriend to her side and whispering something to her.

You all got lost in the music, Adrienne glancing over at you every time Harry even so much as looked in your general direction. You shrugged, trying to play it cool.

The first few notes of What Makes You Beautiful started playing, and the crowd went wild.

“You’re insecure, don’t know what for,” Harry sang with a smirk on his face, looking directly at you. “Wait, wait, hold on,” he said, holding up a hand to stop the band. The fans booed him jokingly. “I know, I know. But a little birdy told me that the song I’m going to sing instead means a lot to some girls in the audience tonight. So this one’s for you, you know who you are.” The vibe in the room was excited yet confused, and you blushed as Harry made eye contact and winked at you as One Thing started playing.

“Holy shit!” Kelsey yelled, turning to face you and grabbing your shoulders tightly. “Is he doing this for us?” You just shrugged, laughing nervously, and grabbed her hands to start the dance that the two of you had made up to this song in your dorm freshman year. The other girls joined in and the six of you screamed along at the top of your lungs as you did your choreographed dance in the middle of the crowd.

***

After the show, all of you were pumped up with adrenaline and in a great mood, talking and laughing as you joined the crowd spilling out of the United Center and into the street. You led the girls around the back and into the waiting car that would take you back to the hotel.

While you waited for Harry and the rest of the crew to wrap things up at the arena, you and the girls touched up your makeup and had a few more drinks. After about an hour, your phone lit up with a Snapchat notification from ‘Mick Green,’ Harry’s secret account. With a smile, you opened your phone and clicked on the message, revealing Harry on the hotel’s rooftop holding up a beer, with the most adorable pouty face. ‘Where are you? :(“ the text on the message says.

“Who’s that from?” Rachel asks, leaning over your shoulder to try and see what you were looking at. You quickly click off of the snap and put your phone back in your pocket.

“Oh, uh, just a member of the crew, asking me where I am,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant. “The party’s started upstairs.” Rachel gave you a look that said she was unconvinced, but let it drop, and you all piled into the elevator to head up to the rooftop.

The entire crew was there, filling up the whole space. Off to one side was a dance floor with a DJ spinning old throwback hits, and on the other there were tables set up in front of the open bar. You anxiously scanned the room, looking for Harry, but you didn’t have to look that hard. He was off to the side, chatting with Mitch and Sarah, but as soon as he saw you, he made a beeline for you and your friends.

“Finally!” He said with a big grin. “Took you long enough.” You rolled your eyes at him but couldn’t hide the small smile breaking out on your face. He turned to your friends, bowing slightly. “Hi, I’m Harry.”

“Yeah, uh, we know,” Haley said, making everyone laugh, Harry the loudest of all.

“Sorry, we’re all pretty drunk,” you told him, shrugging.

“Don’t be sorry, I love it! It looks like I have some catching up to do,” he said with a chuckle. You introduced all of the girls, and spent a few minutes chatting before Harry suggested you all take a picture together. He took a few group shots of just you girls, and seeing Harry Styles take pictures with your old beat up iPhone made the others laugh.

You motioned Sarah over and asked her to take some with Harry in them, which she was happy to do, and showed him how to do the Delta Nu hand sign, laughing when he struggled to twist his fingers in the right way.

“No, like this,” you said, reaching over to take his hands in your own to help him. When he finally figured it out, Sarah snapped a few shots before handing your phone back to you. You quickly scrolled through them to make sure they turned out okay, Harry and the girls all fighting to look over your shoulder.

“You should post that one,” Harry said casually when you had one of all of you holding up the hand sign and laughing up on the screen. You smiled at him and pulled up Instagram, sending it out into the world before you could overthink it too much, with the caption ‘Honorary member of Delta Nu.’

After a few more minutes of chatting, Harry took you all to the bar to do a shot, before he was beckoned away by Jeff.

“I hate to do this to you, but it looks like duty calls,” he said apologetically. “I promise I’ll find you later.” He dashed off with a wave, and you spent some time introducing the girls to your coworkers.

After a few more drinks and a lot of drunk dancing, you decided to go grab some water, and excused yourself from the group for a minute. While you were waiting for your glass at the bar, Harry slid in next to you.

“Your friends are fun,” he said, nudging your side with his elbow playfully.

“Yeah, they’re alright,” you replied jokingly.

“Wish I could’ve seen you back in your sorority days, though. Bet that was a sight to behold.” You blushed, grateful for the bartender for handing you your water so you could take a sip as a distraction.

“If you scroll back far enough on my Instagram, you’ll get a feel for it.” He smiled,

Once he got his drink, Harry walked you back to the dance floor, an arm casually slung around your shoulders.

“Sorry for keeping her from you, ladies,” he said as you approached your friends. They all assured him it was okay, and thanked him for returning you in one piece. He was being called over by a few other crew members, always the popular man, and apologized before jogging over to them.

“Oh my god,” Adrienne said a little too loudly as soon as he was out of earshot, eyes wide and mouth agape. “You’re fucking Harry Styles!”

“Shh! Don’t say that so loud,” you hissed, glancing around nervously. Thankfully, the music was too loud and everyone was too drunk to pay attention to you. You grabbed Adrienne’s arm and pulled her off the dance floor, away from the crowd, motioning for the other girls to follow.

“It’s only happened, like, twice. But you guys can’t say anything, I’m serious,” you said, your tone lowering so hopefully no one else hears you. “The fans could get the wrong idea, and I don’t want them to, like, come burn down my house or something. Plus, I don’t want Harry to think I’m some clingy weirdo.”

“But you are a clingy weirdo,” Haley said, laughing and throwing an arm around your shoulders.

“Hey!”

“But you’re our clingy weirdo, and we love you for it.” The entire group started laughing, and the subject was dropped in favor of reminiscing on your college years, back when you practically stalked your boyfriend for two weeks because you were convinced he was cheating on you but actually, he was just a drug dealer, which was honestly worse.

***

Later that night, when you were tucked into the hotel bed, you got a rapid-fire series of notifications on your phone — ‘harrystyles liked your post’ repeated at least a dozen times. You opened the app and saw that he had been liking all of the posts from your college years. That night, you fell asleep with your phone clutched to your chest and a smile on your face.

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Sitting on Karasuno’s Lap

Karasuno(sep) x reader

warning(s): reader insecurity about size, v slight timeskip spoilers Kageyama being grumpy and stupid and some grammar issues prolly 😬 i think that’s about it but lemme know if you think I need to add anything else!

a/n: got a request for reader being apprehensive about sitting on the boys from karasuno’s lap cause of their size so this is what that is! I hope this comforts u anon ily :(

And lemme say this: all these boys would most definitely love to be smothered and cuddled under their s/o pls they quite literally live for it <3

characters: daichi, sugawara, asahi, tanaka, noya, tsukishima, yamaguchi, kageyama, hinata

Daichi

I really feel like Daichi’s the kind of guy who loves picking up his s/o when they hug

He always does the classic bear hug grip around your midsection and then before you know it he’s squatting a little and lifting you up - ur size does NOT matter, if he can get your feet off the ground even a little he’s cheesing big time

He just thinks it’s so cute when you squeal or laugh and smack his arms, and you always get a hearty laugh out of him after before he grabs your face - kind of aggressively - and is leaving silly slobbery kisses all over it :((((

So basically there’s no way you can escape his infamous hugs

BUT ANYWAYS

Because of this he’d also definitely love for you to sit on his lap too!

And because he’s always lifting you when you least expect it, when you mention why you’d rather not sit on his lap he’d respect your answer and reassure you it’s not a problem,,,, while also kind of being >:( and passive aggressively explain why you most definitely wouldn’t crush him

Now next time he comes home to you, not only is he lifting you, but he’s carrying you to your bedroom to cuddle, and then maybe you’ll sigh and give in to sitting on his lap <3

Suga

He’s generally more of a lay down cuddly or holding hands in public kinda guy

But there was something about sitting down on the couch after work and seeing you come out of the kitchen with a big smile on your face that just made his heart melt and shoot his arms out with grabby hands

Of course you oblige and sit next to him and start playing with his hands, waiting for him to talk about his day, but then he’s looking at you like :( and tugging at the hem of your shirt

“No, I want to cuddle.”

When you look at him confused he groans and tugs you onto his lap with his face buried into your neck, and almost instantly you can feel him relaxing into the couch

As soon as you think he’s relaxed enough, you go to move off him, anxious you’ve been sitting on his lap too long, but when you go to move he grabs on tighter and looks up at you like 🥺

You realize that maybe he’s just fine when he pulls you father into him - if that’s even possible - and starts to drool cause he’s passed out from being so comfy <3

Asahi

It’s pretty common for Asahi to come home from a long day at work and then rest his head on your thighs while you play with his hair and let him talk about your day

It’s something he looks forward to when he’s driving home :(

Being held and comforted by your s/o is absolute heaven to him, so when you walk through the door with a big sigh while you’re rolling your shoulders, his first thought is to return the favor !

The two of you are standing in your living room now with your head in his chest while he’s rubbing your back, periodically kissing the top of your head

“Wanna sit down angel?”

When you agreed you didn’t know that meant sitting on the couch with you straddling his lap, his hand still holding your head in his chest

But before you can protest and squirm away he’s kissing you and humming while he’s still rubbing your back and soothing you :(((

This baby wouldn’t even give you a second to think about your insecurities:(

Tanaka

He’s gonna assume somebody’s said something about you almost immediately

Cause he just can’t grasp that you yourself have decided you’re too big for him

He just kind of looks at you like 🧍🏻🤨 uhhhh sit tf down I’d like you to cuddle me please 🤨?

“Tanaka, I’ll crush you.”

“Yeah, that’s kind of the point babe! Smother me ☺️❣️” really does not get the message here

Once you explicitly tell him you think you’re just too big to sit on his lap he kind of freaks

Like full on grabbing your face and shaking his head trying to do anything to convince you, you most definitely are not too big to sit on his lap

Once he convinces you he’s kissing you everywhere until you giggle cause he hates seeing his baby upset :(

Noya

I’m so sorry but at first he doesn’t even comprehend it’s an insecurity you have and thinks you’re nervous about it because of his size

“Wow, never heard ‘tiny but mighty’ babe?”

Like noya baby pls, this ain’t about you 😭

Is quite literally begging you to sit on his lap at home until you get frustrated and tell him you’re worried you’ll “crush” him because of your size - not his

He’d be kind of caught off guard at first but within seconds he’s reassuring you that’s not something you need to be worried about at all, not with him

Very similar to Yamaguchi he’s gonna convince you to give in and then absolutely smother you with affection afterwards

He’s now made it his goal to change your mindset about your size and add some more positive connotation - baby boy loves you :(

Tsuki

Will not take no for an answer either 😭

AT FIRST HE TAKES IT PERSONAL NGL

LIke he’s sitting there looking at you thinking you’re commenting on his body type like “what, you think I’m built like a string bean so I can’t handle you sitting on my lap 😐.”

AGAIN, this isn’t about you babes

So once you explain to him that no, it’s not about him it’s about you, he just:

“That’s stupid.” LIKE he’s very upset that you feel that way and doesn’t know how to express to you that you aren’t gonna crush him so the only way he knows how to tell you that is that you’re stupid for thinking that way 😭

He’d try to be physically reassuring afterward though

Kissing your forehead and telling you how it makes him sad you think that way, and why don’t you just sit on his lap so he can prove that’s not the case

You’re upset and uncomfortable at first, not really being able to relax, but after some lovin from tsuki and distraction you relax into him and bit and get comfy

He definitely makes it a regular thing so you can feel more comfortable with him :(

Yamaguchi

One of the most reassuring for sure!

The moment he felt your unease or a hint of apprehensiveness at the idea of sitting on his lap he’s investigating

Holding your face in his hands and asking you what’s wrong like 🥺

When you tell him you’re insecure about being too heavy to sit on his lap he’s definitely heartbroken, but knows this isn’t about him

So he’s quickly leaving really light kisses on your cheeks and hands promising you that’s not the case whatsoever all while he’s slowly coaxing you onto his lap

Once he’s gotten you to actually do it he’s all smiley and blushing - he’s smiling so big you can actually feel it when he’s kissing you

“Mmmmm, wanna nap?”

Just overall very affirming and attentive to your feelings :(

Kageyama

If you acted any bit shy or insecure about sitting on his lap he’d be ~so so confused

He’d be home from a long day of practice and flop down on the couch and all he wants is to be smothered by his baby 😭

He’s grumpy and just kind of grunts when you sit down next to him to talk about your day and ask about his and he just kinda reaches out to you and starts grabbing at your hips and you’re like 😳 uh yes?

You wouldn’t be budging and he’d get this pout and be all “sit on my lap 😡 I wanna cuddle”

Him asking for affection so bold like this isn’t always common for him so you don’t wanna say no BUT you’re also insecure about being too heavy so you just kinda pull him towards you and shake your head

“Why don’t you lay on me instead? I’ll play with your hair hmm?”

He’d just kind of look at you like ..... but I want you to lay on me and I can play with your hair

LMAO AND NOW YALL ARE JUST LOOKING AND KIND OF GENTLY TUGGING AT EACH OTHER LIKE 😕

But unsurprisingly the 6’2 beefy professional volleyball player is stronger than you so he just stands up and PICKS you up instead and then carries you to the bedroom where he flops down with you laying on him

At first you’re kind of frustrated and insecure cause you didn’t tell him why you were avoiding it cause you didn’t want to bring it up but then you hear Kageyama sigh and start rubbing your back from his spot underneath you and you soon realize this mf just passed out

Surely if he’s ok with you LAYING on him maybe sitting on his lap next time won’t be so awful

Hinata

Another confused baby but actually realizes somethings wrong 😭

Y’all are having a simple movie night with some pals all cuddled up on the couch and he notices there’s not too much room there, unless you sit on his lap of course, which he obviously likes the idea of

The movies playing so he tugs on your shirt a little to get your attention and whispers to you about sitting on his lap

But instead of happily hopping on like he imagined, you look away and shake your head, mumbling something about paying attention to the movie

There’s people over so he knows now isn’t the right time to pry, but he can also tell when you’re even the tiniest bit upset so he’s not gonna forget to mention something to you later tonight

You two would be getting into bed that night when he’d bring it up

“Hey, did something happen today?”

You’d tell him no but unfortunately for you he doesn’t stop asking different kinds of questions until he gets you to talk about it

When you mention that you’re insecure about being too heavy for those kinds of affection he would get so so sad, like looking at you like this ☹️ nearly tearing up

Cause he just sees it as him not doing his job as your s/o to make you comfortable and happy with him - even if that’s not actually the case

He won’t stop asking always for you to cuddle him like that but he won’t pester if you say no - you will see him get a lil pouty though

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I hope you guys enjoyed!!

requests are open ( I miss hq pls feel free to send some in :((()

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