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theemporium · 6 months

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To be fair to your boyfriend, you should have warned him that the brownies lying on the kitchen counter weren’t normal brownies.

It had been a mix of wine-fuelled decisions and morbid curiosity that led you to ordering the brownie mix. What started off as a normal girls’ night ended with you and a few of your closest friends scrolling through a section of an adult store website you had never looked into before. And amongst it all, you saw the advertisement for aphrodisiac-laced brownies.

You called bullshit until you read the reviews, each one more convincing than the last. With little to lose other than maybe just having a batch of completely normal brownies, you didn’t see any harm in ordering the brownie mix. And when they arrived, you couldn’t wait to bake them.

However, you had failed to mention the purchase or the plan to your boyfriend who arrived back home after a long run, seeing a plate of brownies on the kitchen counter and thinking nothing of indulging in a little treat (even if it didn’t fit his diet).

You walked back out to the kitchen when Charles was in the bathroom, not even noticing the missing brownie as you began to get to work on lunch for the two of you. Just as you were oblivious to the struggle your boyfriend was having in the shower, his cock hard and desperate and yet nothing able to sedate him as he stroked himself over and over again until he had came at least twice.

Charles was frustrated and needy when he exited the shower, his shoulders tense and his cock still painfully hard as he pulled on some grey sweatpants before seeking you out.

You leaned into his embrace when he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you into his body. You hadn’t even started making dinner yet, a cookbook and your phone laid in front of you as you flipped through different recipes to try out.

“Good run?” You asked casually, your attention still mostly focused on the cookbook.

“Mhmm,” Charles hummed, his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

You opened your mouth to reply, only to let out a small ‘oh’ when you felt his hips press against your ass. Your cheeks flushed as he slowly began to rock his hips, letting out a pained whimper as he held you closer.

“Someone’s eager,” you joked playfully, but Charles didn’t seem to share the same amusement as he let out a huff of frustration as your shorts that were in his way.

“Bend over.”

You blinked, turning your head to look at your boyfriend. “What?”

“Bend over,” he stated again, just as commanding and blunt as the first time as he gently pushed your back until you were leaning over the kitchen counter, your ass pressing back into him.

“Charles, what has gotten into you?” You breathed out, though you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it. If you didn’t enjoy the way his hands practically tore your shorts and panties off you until you were left in just your tank top and the apron you put on before.

“Need you, cherie,” he murmured as his hands squeezed your ass cheeks, keeping you pressed back against him with your cheek squished against the cool counter. “Need to come inside you so fucking bad.”

“What—” You lifted your head, ready to continue when you noticed the plate of brownies. It took a few seconds for everything to click before you let a low groan, trying to grasp your words as his tongue swiped along your cunt from behind. “Fuck, you ate the brownies.”

“Mhm,” Charles groaned, keeping you spread and accessible for him. “M’gonna eat you now, cherie.”

“Shit,” you breathed out, your forehead pressed against the marble counter as Charles feasted on you.

You were so sure it would have been a load of bullshit. You were so sure it was just a scam for some extra money, that the brownies would be like the box kind you could buy from the store, that this would be a funny thing to laugh back at in a few years.

You were very, very wrong.

“Charles!” You cried out, your hands desperately trying to grasp onto something, anything. Only for your boyfriend to swoop in and grip both wrists behind your back as he kept his hold on you, vigorously fucking you from behind.

“Please, baby, please,” Charles whined, his cheeks flushed and his hair dishevelled but he wasn’t done with you. He couldn’t be done with you. Most of your clothes were now on the floor around you, including your tank top and his sweatpants but he had demanded to leave the apron on.

“I can’t,” you sobbed, tears streaming down your face as your legs shook with pleasure. “Too much, baby, too much—”

“Just one more,” he practically begged, as though he hadn’t said the same word the last three times. “Just need to feel you squeeze around me, just…one more.”

A mix of both your arousals was leaking down your legs, the lunch long abandoned and the time lost on you both. He showed no signs of stopping or slowing down as he pounded into you from behind, his stamina on an all-time high as bounced you on his cock like you were just a toy for him to use.

You could feel him so deep inside you. Every thrust made him feel like he was in your throat, every caress made your nerves spark tenfold and every single filthy word uttered past his lips made the coil in your stomach tighten further.

You were a fucking mess. A sobbing, moaning, leaking mess as your boyfriend fucked you over and over again, as he kept you clenching around his cock until you milked him from everything he was worth.

“That’s it, cherie,” Charles groaned as you whimpered, another orgasm washing over you as your knees buckled and your face and tits were pressed against the marble counter. “So fucking pretty f’me. So ready for one more, huh?”

“Charles—”

“Shhh, cherie, I know you can do it for me. Ma bonne fille.”

“Shit,” you breathed out, completely spent as he squeezed your ass as he slowly thrusted his cock back inside you.

“That’s it, cherie. My pretty girl, fucking perfect for me.”

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ashurzs · 2 months

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Heya! I’m in love with your OCs and have been rereading their stories way too many times so I’d like to make a request!

I’d love to see pervert bf trying to make his wet dreams come true now that reader is back. The idea of bf taking photos of reader while fucking him dumb has me in a chokehold ngl 😋 bf seems like the type to tease reader abt it too. If you’re uncomfortable with this idea feel free to exclude it! I’m alr happy with the food you’ve given us so don’t feel obligated 🫶 love your works!

SMILE FOR ME BABY !

cws: bttm!mreader, video/picture taking, like one sentence of degradation, mostly praise tho!!

“babyy~” your boyfriend, haru, wraps his arms around your waist as he groans. he’s been like this ever since you came back two days ago.. clinging onto, following you, whining like a lost puppy. “i’ve missed you so much..” he sobs out dramatically as he clings onto you.

“you can let go of me you know.. it’s not like i’m gonna-“ “no!” “we’re on the bed?!”

you sigh, trying to pry his hands off of you. “haru!” you whine out, trying to pry his hands off of your waist while constantly trying to wiggle out of his grasp. he sighs and just hugs you tighter, deciding to put his leg over yours.

“baby.. you’re so cute when you look angry,” you see him smile and blush, biting his lower lip. his dyed pink hair, pink nail polish you painted weeks ago, his twinkling eyes and his soft cheeks.

“w..what?” you say, blushing softly. then you quickly shove his face away when he lays on top of you, looking at you as you feel something poke against your thigh. but he grabs your wrist, kissing your fingertips. “please.. pretty boy.?”

“h-haru! fuck.. wait- you’re so.. big-“ you struggle to say it properly as he continues to push himself inside of you, kissing your tears and holding your hand. honestly, he is quite sweet and is very cute, but he’s..

“can i record you baby?” “huh.?” you blink through the tears, whining and gripping his hand tighter when you feel him fully inside. “record,” he says again, waiting for your signal to finally be able to fuck your tight hole. “so when you leave again for work.. i have something to jack off to.” he says while using the hand that was on your waist to rub the skin softly, a way to calm the pain down maybe?

“you’re.. shameless for asking that without stuttering..” you say out. nodding your head, he smirks. “why should i be ashamed of my pretty baby being fucked dumb hm?” he says, unwrapping his hands from yours and using them to grip at your waist. “my precious boy.. don’t think okay? jus focus on my cock mhm?”

haru smirks as he watches you arch your back, biting your arm and muffling his name like chants while he continues to grip at your waist with his left hand and thrust into you. grabbing his phone and going to his camera, he presses record. he makes sure to get everything. from the way your cock slaps against your stomach to the way your back arches, from your muffled moans and just barely shy of your face. “feels good huh? moaning my name like it’s the only word you know..” he coos mockingly, smirking once he hears a gasped moan. “yeah? right there?”

he continues to abuse that same spot, recording the way the hand that had previously been gripping at the sheets go to his wrists. “haru haru haru~” he copies you as he giggles, whiningly cursing as he watches you cum all over your stomach, the sight of your hidden face, sweaty body mixed with your cum is enough for him to cum as well, filling you up with soft thrusts to help you calm down. “you okay?” “a-ahuh..” “great.”

“fuck- even if i came in you twice, you still clench around me like you want more like a pathetic whore.” he says, watching you hiccup and sob from the overstimulation. he wasn’t even hitting your prostate though.. “p-please.! l-last one.. no more haruu,!” you beg while he smirks. pressing record once more, he stops thrusting and focuses the camera on your messy hair and tearful expression. leaning forward, he fixes the hair out of your eyes while watching through the camera. you let him, looking at him with doe eyes and pouty lips.

he gulps. he’s done for, you’re so fucking pretty on his phone. “smile for me baby.”

he feels himself smile too, watching as you comply with his request so easily. snapping a picture, he presses record once more. “good boys who listen deserve good cock right?” the phone captures your nods and soft begs. “fuck- if only you’d be able to get pregnant huh?”

pulling out and recording one last time, he captures his cum leaking out of your hole. smiling to himself, he tosses his phone and lays next to you. “i missed you.” he says simply, pushing your hair back and away from your forehead. “fuck off..”

you listen to him talk and ramble, feeling his hand on your back while he plays with your hair. you feel comfortable, just being in his chest and hearing his heart beats while he talks. closing your eyes, you feel the hit of exhaustion that washes over you like a tidal wave.

wait, pregnant.?

hey chatt.. um.. grabs ukulele and sings apology for being dead knowing damn well im not gna post for another month or two

ALLOSOSSOOO THANK YOU FOR BIG 300 HELPP I LOVE U ALL CONSENSUALLY THANK U FOR READING MY LITTLE DRABBLES !!

oh yeah pervert bf is now haru! (tbh i took his name from my j.ai bot that i made and i realized hey they seem the same tbh but yup, i could prooobably link him but yaknow!)

#asher's works !!#fanfic #male reader #bottom male reader #bottom reader #drabble #mxm #smut #male smut #gay #gay mlm #original character

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maopll · 4 months

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Could I request Neuvillette, Kaeya, Al-Haitham and Wriothesley with an s/o who makes plushies of them to cuddle?

It's not You, but it's still You

#genshin impact !

⌗:, a/n: mini them is gonna be so cute ! you guys are so creative with these asks like what

⌗:, pairings: otter, cryo abyss mage, smarty pants, & ex-convict w/ gn!reader (separately)

⌗:, warning: I changed their names in pairings because why not. + a lil but suggestive in wrio's part cause I've been in the mood to write smth like that 😳

— ୨୧ NEUVILETTE

The hands of the clocks seemed to ceaselessly turn. Pages after pages and files after files were being checked and approved by the Iudex. As soon as the clock struck to 6pm, the papers got closed with a thud and he made a beeline towards the office door. Not forgetting to bid farewell to Sedene, he walks, practically hopping towards your shared abode. Ah, he can't wait! to feel your warmth as you throw yourself at him once he enters the house.

After a short walk since your house is located quite close to the Court of Fontaine, he calls you, "Mon amour, I'm home" but is met with silence. He's not worried, yet not being able to hear your voice makes him rather confused since the house is never this silent. Rather than being inside your bedroom, you were snuggled up in his office chair in his work room. His large jacket covered most of you and it seems that you were cuddling....a plushie him?

You were awaken by the rather abrupt yet ferocious rain against the window sill. "why is it raining so?..." Oh, there he was, your gloomy boyfriend who just stared at the plushie in your hand with eyes that were filled with envy. Unknowingly, he was pouting, with his cheeks all puffed up and creases near his eyebrows. You looked once and twice at Neuvillette and at the mini Neuvillette in your hand. You burst out laughing since you couldn't control the laughter "oh my archons neuvi! what am I going to do with you if you act *wheeze* like this—" "dearest I don't see the reason why you must hold that close to you when you've very much got yourself an even bigger and a better and far more warmer than the one that you have..."

"alright alright fine" you indicated with your open arms that he was much welcome between them since the...former intruder has now been removed from its position. He kneeled down to your chest height and gently wrapped his arms around your waist. He snuggled into your chest all while purring as you scratched the top of his head in just the right positions. With a pleased sigh he whispers, "I'd argue that this is much better"

— ୨୧ KAEYA

Between your arms, by your bedside table and sometimes even between you two while you sleep! What! how long do you plan to torment him, the Calvarly Captain that everyone oh so sought! this is utterly unfair! No, it's not that he hates the plushie that you have made but he believes that access to parts like between your arms and on your lap, should be reserved for him and only him.

"Love, why is that with you?" he stared at the mini kaeya plushie beside you across the tavern table, eyes clearly showing his distate for it being able to be so so close to you. "Gosh Kaeya, don't you think you're being a little hostile so something which is quite harmless? What's gotten into you?". Kaeya would like to refute whatever you said. That has been the very reason why he hasn't been able to smell the scent of you on his cloak since you are always busy holding and travelling with that around.

So be it, he's going to go for the 'tit-for-tat' kind of way! He will also see how much you crave for his love and attention after he momentarily stops giving them to you. And just like that many nights pass by yet your spirit is as undying as ever while Kaeya is now as dry as a twig which desperately thirsts for water, which in his case is love. He barges quite rudely into the courtyard where you busy watering your plants looking dishelved. He strides over to you, picks you up on his arms ignoring your protests, flops you on the bed and cages you between his arms. "W-what's up with this sudd—" "Just stay quiet for a moment...please" with that you zip your mouth shut. His request wasn't rude and it did seem like he had lost all of his energy. You heaved a sigh at his childish behaviour but brushed it off since he really looked as if he was on the verge of breaking. "Don't do things like these again alright? I'll do whatever you want just...don't get jealous over a plushie". "Mhm.." that was the only thing kaeya said before he drifted off to comfortable slumber as he laid in your chest.

— ୨୧ ALHAITHAM

The way he stared daggers through the object supported by the lamp was so intense that it reached you who was rummaging through the book shelves in his office. Never in your time of serving as Alhaitham's secretary did you get to see or feel the way he was so enraged with something or someone. Look, it was alright if he was irritated by someone, but its a different story if he is irritated by an inanimate object.

"...I can feel your eyes seething with rage from this distance albi...". "What is the reason for it being here with us?" Arms crossed and cold, as if he was talking to a colleague regarding a problem in the Akademiya that needed the utmost attention. Well, to him that plushie of 'himself' was also equivalent to those agonizing problems. "Oh come on! it's so cute look at his tiny hands...wait are you actually trying to tell me that's its ugly and doesn't look like you that's why you hate it?" Sure the buttons looked crooked and the hair not quite similar to what he has but in no situation would he undermine your works that you have poured your heart to. "No habibi that's not what I meant..." Bullseye. You hit him right in the spot. He can't really keep his composure when you are sad or gloomy.

"Fine I apologise. I don't hate what you made but...I just wanted to spend some time alone with you...and have your...attention to me" the last sentence was barely above a whisper but it seems that he forgot the face that both you and him were alone in this big space where even the smallest of whispers become the ice-breaking sounds. "Aww was my baby jealous? oh you big child". It's not often that he gets jealous but when he does he looks really adorable. You can't really keep your lips from smooching all over his face and ruffling his hair.

— ୨୧ WRIOTHESLEY

He loves tea. Thus he loves tea parties as well. Whenever he has tea with you he keeps a spare cup, for a very special guest. A mini him in the form of a plushie. He adore this craftwork of yours since you made it with love for him with him in your mind. He loves you to the moon and back so anything that you make automatically gets his utmost love.

"Mhm...what tea is this? Looks like it's a new one" you asked him in a soft voice so as not to disturb the peaceful silence that lingers in his office. "You're correct, it's hibiscus tea. Siegwinne got it from Sedene when she was visiting Neuvillette for his daily checkup". "Ah, no wonder. It still tastes really delicious. Probably because you made it" you smirked attempting to tease him. "Heh I'm sure Wrio here also like it" indeed it is the name of the plushie you made. You were in the mood for being a little naughty today.

"Since he likes it, I'm sure he's busy relishing the taste of the tea so...I can have you all to myself now right?" you inched closer to him in an alluring yet amorous way. "Oh it looks like my dear here is in the mood for something that's a little more hot and steamy than the tea" "You know me well don't you your grace?". You lifted his face with your fingers in a gently hypnotizing way. "You make me weak yknow that? his slurred voice was an open invitation to continue your ministrations.

"Be careful. The tea might grow cold we can't keep this for too long now..."

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warnersister · 4 months

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“The silent treatment” Alfie Solomons x Reader

Alfie Solomons x Wife!Reader

You can’t stay mad and quiet at him forever, at least not if he can help it.

You looked Alfie in the eyes before you shook your head and turned around, walking away from your husband. “Where are you going?” You stayed silent, walking up the stairs to get yourself ready for bed. He creased his brows and followed closely behind you. “You can’t just stop an argument by not talking.” You didn’t even acknowledge him, just undoing the back to your dress and allowing it to fall to the floor; unclipping your hair from your updo and letting it fall.

Alfie felt offended: that was his job; you always let him take down your hair.

“Ziskeit, the silent treatment isn’t the way to go about this.” He told you, but you just wandered off to put your slip dress and slide into bed. Alfie was still stood in the doorway in disbelief, watching as you went on about your day as if you didn’t live with your husband of three years.

“Poppet-” click the lamp beside your bed turned off and Alfie’s jaw was on the floor, tutting at you. How dare you? He went about his own nightly routine, trying not to seem wounded by his lack of goodnight kisses and giggles as he’d tickle your neck with his beard. Eventually, he laid beside you and put an arm around your waist but it was shrugged off. “Look treacle I don’t care how fucked off you are with me, right. But I should be able to sleep comfortably with my wife.” He said, gruffly into your ear; moving again to replace his hand.

Again, you’d pushed it off. “Fucking unbelievable. Cant touch my own wife.” He’s grumbled, turning over and crossing his arms to try to force himself to sleep angrily when all he really wanted was your embrace on a cold night.

The next morning, he’d woken up to you doing your hair at the vanity he’d bought you for your last birthday. He’d walked over and pecked your cheek. “Morning ziskeit” he said and you said nothing, didn’t even look at him. He sighed exasperatedly. “Still doing that are we.”

He put his hands on the back of your chair and leant down to look at you in the mirror. “Real mature of you this, poppet.” He told you, taking the hair in the pony tail and wrapping it around his hand. “Knew I’d married a younger woman when we said our vows but didn’t realise I’d married a little girl.” He tugged the hair sharply. “Perhaps you need daddy to reeducate you, hmm?” You looked back at him in the mirror and shivered, and for a moment he’d thought he’d won. You just picked up the nice little expensive perfume bottle he’d bought you and sprayed it twice on your neck, getting him straight in the face. He just huffed and let you be. You couldn’t continue this forever.

He trudged down the stairs and went to make you both some breakfast, simultaneously tightening jars and putting cans higher than he knew you could reach, placing a plate in front of you when you’d arrived downstairs. But before you could even look at it, Alfie had wagged his finger at you. “Only girls who use their manners get fed.” He said and you narrowed your eyes. He took your chin in a hand and hummed at you as though speaking with a disobedient child. “Hmm? So? You going to ask politely, ziskeit?” You clenched your jaw and swatted the hand away once more, standing to go feed Cyril.

It went on similarly for the rest of the day, you trying to open things, to no avail - just for your husband to swoop in like some saviour and offer to do it “if you just say please” to which you’d throw the jar in the bin. Or when you’d stretch go grab something high up, even trying to climb on the counter, feeling hands on your waist “I’ll give you a hand, just have to ask, treacle.” And you’d jump down.

And it was like Groundhog Day as he found himself in the same position he was in yesterday. “Please loves, just need to hear your voice I’m sorry.” He’d pleaded, watching you undress ready for bed. “Right-” he’d grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder, barely any garments covering your dignity. He gently dropped you on the bed and settled himself between your legs, ripping your undergarments off as he looked up at you “let’s see how long you can stay fucking quiet”

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lifeandlies-of-regulusblack · 4 months

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Sickeningly Sweet.

ship: moonwater, regulus black/remus lupin, remus x regulus

tags: sugar baby!regulus, sugar daddy!remus, dry humping (even though regulus is the farthest thing from dry in this scene)

A quiet Friday night finds Regulus sitting on Moony's lap while he's on a call with "important people from work". And he has to keep quiet: humping, grinding, — making small desperate motions to get himself off using his daddy's leg. Remus is so good to him, taking care of such a needy brat. He promised he wouldn't make a sound.

Regulus finds himself a suitable rhythm, and he knows the lace he's wearing is soaking wet and staining the pants beneath him. He's so close, he can't help but let out the tiniest whimper. With how close he is to the phone Remus is holding, immediately, he feels shame flood through him, and he slaps a hand on his mouth, looking up from his daddy's chest. Regulus, hips still moving, wants to say sorry but all that happens is the presence of a soothing hand rubbing his back, warmth radiating even through his shirt. Daddy's not mad. To show thanks, he gently kisses Remus' jaw and focuses on grinding down harder, pressing his face back to where it once was.

When his thighs quiver, his composure breaks and his wraps his arms around his daddy, careful not to jostle the phone in his hand. He thinks Remus is on the way to seal yet another investment, wrapping up yesterday's work.

His daddy feels so good.

Quivering, like the little slut he is, he squeezes around the leg underneath him and rides out an intense orgasm that has his hips spasming, thrusting down in uncoordinated bursts that his body wrings out of him.

"I'd love to take you next week to meet the team. As much as I'm able to tell you what we're working on right now, just as we are, we're a small business." A hand grips at Regulus' waist, drawing him closer as the leg he's grinding on shifts up, ever so slightly, putting firm pressure on his clit. Bright white sparks fill his vision despite his tightly shut eyes, he wants to stay quiet, he was told to stay quiet — but his Daddy's making it so hard. The pants beneath him are soiled. That much he knows.

"I go to the lab every Monday and Wednesday to talk to the R&D department. And I know you've been waiting to hear from Ms. McKinnon, herself. She should be there this Monday. Trust me, you're going to love what you see."

When Remus puts his phone down, Regulus gasps loud and desperately, trying to ride the rest of his orgasm out. Arms wrap tightly around him while Remus proceeds to whisper in his ear, "I could feel your cunt pulsating, squeezing around nothing the entire time."

Regulus moans.

He's drawn back and away from the embrace so Remus can take a good look at him. Flushed. Sweaty. Eyes, half-glazed over.

"You still came so prettily," Remus says, brushing hair away from his face.

"Thank you, Daddy."

A kiss on his temple.

"I have another call to make but it's the last one for tonight. You can go ahead and shower— I promise I'll join you before you finish.

"No, I wanna stay." Daddy looks at him like he answered correctly. He smiles at Remus shyly, knowing he did well. "C- can I have another one?"

Can I ride you until I cum again? Will you hold me while I do it?

Regulus takes delight in the way his eyes dilate, the way Remus is barely able to hold back a possessive growl. Daddy grabs on to his hair and pulls him roughly towards a hungry kiss. He moans just as Daddy swallows every sound, lost to Remus' clear hunger — maybe they can forget about the call, he thinks. His pussy throbs as it aches for a cock inside its walls, he wants Daddy to hammer his way in, to grind a permanent space inside his cunt.

The kiss ends abruptly as Remus gains control of himself leaving Regulus pouting.

"You're too much for me. I can eat you up, just as you are," Remus says. Lust and devotion marking his every word. "You can have another one. If you can make yourself cum, twice, before I end the call, Daddy won't have much of an excuse not to spoil his pretty little star for being such a good boy."

Delighted, Regulus starts moving his hips.

#regulus black #trans regulus #trans regulus black #remus lupin #moonwater #moonseeker #marauders era #regulus headcanon #remus x regulus #regulus smut #regulus fanfiction #remus smut #remus headcanon #hp marauders #marauders fanfiction #mrauders fic #hp fanfiction #my writing

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staytinyville · 7 months

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OUTLAW (12)

ATEEZ ot8 x Reader

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Mentions about the last chapter

Thank you to @mariana-mmtz for becoming my Beta Reader! Mucho Amor!

Seonghwa was sitting in a chair next to where you slept, clinging to Mingi. The two were talking quietly about what had happened. Seonghwa had placed his head in his hands as he scolded himself for letting you take the trash out alone. He should have remembered there were people out there who were killing. It was not the right time for you to go out alone.

Mingi had assured his friend that it wasn’t his fault. There was only so much he could give, knowing the only way for him to get rid of the guilt was for you to wake up and tell him yourself. Mingi was only glad to have found you before things got worse. He was making his way to the hotel to speak to Jongho and Yunho.

He saw the girl run out of the alleyway, wondering what it was that had been happening to have her look so disheveled. When he heard shouts coming from the alley, he was quick to make his way over. When he saw your face from afar, he didn’t think twice before taking out his gun and making quick work of killing those men. He also didn’t want to hear any excuse the one on top of you had. Mingi knew he wasn’t about to let any man who dared to hurt women go. Especially not when it was you.

The two men suddenly became alert when rustling could be heard from the window. They glanced at each other before Seonghwa slowly crept closer. When Mingi noticed the man’s shoulders drop, he relaxed next to you, letting his fingers loosen their hold. The older man went to open the window, peaking out to speak to whoever was on the other side.

“Mingi never showed up at camp.” Hongjoong’s voice resounded in a loud whisper. “We got worried.”

“He's here.” Seonghwa told him, pulling his head back into the room.

“What is he doing here?” Wooyoung asked, looking around Hongjoong.

Seonghwa moved over, allowing the rest of his group into the room through the window. When Wooyoung stepped in after Hongjoong, he quietly gasped rushing to your side of the bed to kneel next to you.

“What happened to her?” Yeosang asked quietly as he walked over to Wooyoung. He took a seat at your feet, watching you cling onto Mingi.

“She was attacked.” Seonghwa sighed. “Mingi stepped in before it got worse.”

“Is that what the others are taking care of?” Hongjoong crossed his arms, jaw ticking.

Seonghwa gave him a nod. The group were skeptical about moving closer to the hotel but seeing a large group down the street they started to panic that one of their own had gotten caught. Seeing Mingi with you and Seonghwa, calmed the man’s nerves but now he was worried about what Yunho and Jongho would come back to say.

“Can you get up? You can't be here when her family shows up.” Hongjoong told Mingi.

“Every time I try she starts to shiver.” The man said, moving from your hold. You began to whimper, clenching onto Mingi tighter to keep him from moving. The pink haired man sighed deeply, looking over to Hongjoong.

“Seonghwa, lay down behind her.” The man told his friend.

Moving over towards the other side of you, he scooted over until he was able to wrap his arms around your waist. When he felt you relax, Mingi moved your hand off him and placed them near Seonghwa’s. They all held their breaths, waiting to see if you would start up again. But seeing how your breathing returned to normal, they realized their captain’s plan worked.

“We'll speak on this later.” The blue haired man looked at everyone. “The rest of us need to find another spot to hide just in case.” The four who had been living in the woods looked at each other skeptical but ultimately knew it was best.

“We'll come back to tell you once everything dies down.” Hongjoong explained. Before he turned to head out the window, he took one last glance at you and Seonghwa on the bed. “Take care of her.” He said, looking at Yeosang as well.

“We'll be back, Sweetheart.” Wooyoung whispered, running his fingers through your hair. He let his thumb rub against your cheek for a moment before following behind his friends.

Mingi had kneeled down next to you. “You did all you could. But please don’t do that again.” He whispered. His lips ghosted over your forehead, but he clenched his eyes closed and decided against pushing them onto your skin.

“Be careful out there.” Seonghwa called from behind you. Hongjoong was the last to climb out, giving Seonghwa an acknowledging nod.

“You as well.”

Jongho and Yunho did not return until the following morning. It was almost time for when your parents would turn up for work, so Seonghwa tried his best to wake you up. While things were stressful, he knew that the rest you had was good enough to wake you up and explain things.

“Pretty girl.” You opened your eyes as you began to stretch your limbs. Hearing the nickname made you look over to the man laying next to you.

“Seonghwa?” You spoke quietly. Looking around the room, you noticed Yunho and Jongho both patiently waiting for you to get up fully. When everything came rushing back to you, you quickly sat up, causing the boys to flinch and rush closer to you.

“Where’s Mingi?” You panicked, worried that someone had seen him. You vaguely remember having him sleep next to you, remembering the scent of leather on your nose.

“Hey,” Jongho tried to calm you down. “He’s fine. He’s with the others.”

As you took in the tired expressions they all had, you looked around each of them. “What’s going to happen now?” You whispered, your fingers beginning to tremble.

“Nothing you need to worry about.” Yunho assured you. “You’re not involved as far as the police know.”

“The police?” His words didn’t keep you from panicking more.

“We had to call the murders in. People started to come out of their homes because they heard Mingi’s gun go off.” Yunho continued.

“They’re going to think it was them. They’re gonna start to go looking.” You prattled off.

“One thing at a time.” Jongho gripped onto your arms. “Captain has a plan.”

“What is it?” You asked.

“They’re going someplace else. They went into hiding until everything calmed down.” Seonghwa answered.

“Hiding?” You got up onto your knees, starting to build up anxiety that made you want to pace.

Your mind began to move a mile a minute, forming ideas of how exactly this hiding was going to go down. You didn’t know how long the town was going to go on searching for the outlaws but you knew it wasn’t going to be short. Who knew when the next time it would be until you saw them again. Thinking about it left a nauseous feeling in your stomach that made you frown.

You didn’t know them for long, but you knew that the emotions they manifested in you was something you wanted to see more of. You had never met a group like them in all your life and it brought a warm feeling to your chest. They respect who you were as a person and didn’t talk down because of how you acted. They made you feel like someone meant for the world. Like you weren’t the lone wolf just cruising the desert.

They made you feel like you matter. You didn’t want to lose friends like that.

“If they’re going into hiding, then that means that they left the old camp?” You spoke up, causing all the boy’s eyebrows to raise. You said it with an authoritative voice, like you knew what you were talking about.

“They should be.” Yunho answered.

“Lead them to the old camp. Make it seem like they skipped town so the search doesn’t go on forever.” You gave your input. “When things die down, they can come back.”

“Do you think it’ll be that easy?” Seonghwa asked Yunho, seeing the man as the second in command when their captain wasn’t in the vicinity.

“Could be.” The handle to the room began to move, causing everyone to hold their breath in worry that it was your parents. They were too busy thinking of other things to come up with ideas on why they were in your room.

“It’s me.” Yeosang called as he entered. You all let out a sigh in relief. When you remembered that Yeosang had returned to the camp, you quickly got up to speak to him.

“Are the others okay?” You asked.

“They're fine, Honey.” Yeosang assured you.

“I need to go see them.” You spoke, looking around him to find your shoes. “I have to check on Mingi.”

“It’s not that easy.” Yeosang pulled you to his chest, trying to hold you from looking around the room.

“I have to make sure they’re okay.” You tried to push back but he only held you tighter.

“I can guarantee they are.” Yeosang held your cheeks in his hands. “They had to leave for a bit but they are all still in good health.”

“But-”

“Just like you have to wait to see them, they have to wait for you.” Yeosang sighed. “They were all worried about you as well. I promise you’re not the only one worried.”

Your fingers gripped onto Yeosang’s shirt, tears falling from your eyes from all kinds of emotions. You were still scared about the whole ordeal, traumatized. You were beyond worried about the others getting caught. Not only that, but you were frustrated with the fact that you couldn’t go to see them. Upset that you had allowed Mingi to commit a crime on your behalf.

Your mental state had become fragile the moment you were caught by that man. Everything you neglected to think about as a child or teen seemed to come crashing full force into you. You would never think about the thing you have felt since you met the boys. Your life suddenly took a turn. And you didn’t know yet if it was good or bad.

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freyyzu · 11 months

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SEE YOU AGAIN SOON

it's finally the day of your depature, and you decide to leave baxter with one last memory to hold onto until you can see each other again.

a/n; i'm so head over heels in love with this monochrome man i feel like my heart's gonna burst. thank you so much for the amazing game and loving memories, gb patch i'm going to treasure Our Life always

“Is this everything?” You’ve heard that question no less than three times now since leaving Baxter’s apartment. Once, when he closed the door, twice, when you exited the car, and now for a third time as you’re at the station waiting for the train to arrive.

“I should hope so, otherwise one of my belongings is lost within the depths of your apartment now,” you tease good heartedly.

“Hm,” his concerned frown is quickly replaced by a grin. “Maybe I should hope you did leave something behind, then. It would give me an excuse to bring it to you.”

The both of you share a hearty laugh at that. You hadn’t even been parted yet, but here he was already thinking of making his way back to you.

Well, you did agree to have him come over soon after the hectic rush-planning that was Jude and Scott’s wedding, and the five days that you had spent here wasn’t enough to make up for the five years of no contact. There was going to be a lot to catch up on, and a part of you hoped that you’d always have something to catch up on with each other. That there was always going to be something new to learn about one another—together.

“We’ll call,” you reassure him. His shoulders visibly untense at your words, a softer smile adorning his lips. “And text, the days before you arrive will be over before we both know it.”

Baxter reaches out to take your hand, no pauses, no falters. “Then I look forward to that day with bated breath.”

Your eyes crinkle at the edges, and despite him being the one who took hold of your hand first you decide to turn it around on him—literally. Flipping your clasped hands, you bring it up to your lips in a gentle kiss, his bright, brown eyes following the motion as goosebumps chill their way down his arm.

“Why don’t we take a picture together?”

The sudden question catches him off-guard. “A picture?”

“The frame on your desk was empty last time I saw it, right?”

“Ah,” he looks abashed at that. Even though you had gifted him a picture frame, Baxter had never been able to actually use it for its intended purpose. “You noticed that as well, huh?”

You swallow the words at how it’s a bit difficult not to notice something like that. “What do you say?”

There was simply never a moment precious enough in his life to capture in time until you showed up again, and since your arrival every day felt special enough to be caught in the moment. Now with that offer laid bare in front of him, there was no way he was going to let it go. “I’d say that’s a great idea.”

Setting your bags on the nearest chair, Baxter pulls out his phone and you shimmy closer to his side, his arm reaching out to wrap around your waist almost instinctively. It felt a bit embarrassing, using the selfie function of his phone; he couldn’t remember the last time he ever did if ever.

Though far past his embarrassment was the joy of being able to see your face every day whenever he so wished, even if you weren’t there in person.

The shutter goes off, and at the same time he feels a soft press into his cheek.

The motion catches him by surprise, the only word able to leave the tip of his tongue being, “huh?” followed by your chuckles.

His eyes glance down at his phone, the picture displaying all its glory to you and him. He sports a startled look, the tips of his ears forming the faintest red and of course you’re leaning in, your lips pressed against his cheek with a smile.

“It looks good,” you comment cheerfully, either not noticing or feigning ignorance to the way his entire face has lit up in a bright, strawberry red. “Don’t you think?”

“I-” he catches the same tint of red dusting the edge of your cheeks. No doubt that action had been a spur of the moment decision on your part, rather than a well-thoughtout plan, though at this point he can’t say he’s surprised—if the last-minute party plannings were anything to go by.

An affectionate sigh leaves him, and he leans in, following the bubbling warmth in his chest, hand gently cradling your cheek as he pulls you into a kiss. A proper one, where both of your lips touch and your eyes flutter close, blocking the entire world around you.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders, fingers playing with the ends of his hair, and he nearly melts at the tender motion of your hands. Baxter’s spent the last five days wondering how he could be so lucky. To reunite with his ideal, the person he fell for, the one he loved—loves—from all those years ago and how even after a long five years you still haven’t forgotten, haven’t given up on him.

“Baxter?” Every part of you, from the color of your eyes, to your kind, patient personality, to your hands that treat him like he’s glass, to your voice that calls his name with so much warmth.

At one point, the kiss had broken and he bumped his forehead with yours. He couldn’t tell you not to leave, even when every fiber of his being wished for you to just stay by his side, and so he swallows those words. This is enough for now, these five days, the next five years. You’ll make it work.

“I love you.” From this close of proximity, the breath that follow his words flutter your eyelashes. His hand doesn’t move from your cheek, but his thumb begins to rub timidly along your skin, as if afraid you’ll back off if he did any more.

Your eyes gloss over at those three simple words. He was really going to make it hard to leave wasn’t he? Even though you were the one who had been trying to keep it together this entire time. “I love you, too,” you whisper, leaning in for another kiss.

If time stopped there, neither of you would have minded, but it doesn’t, and soon the ring of the train bells force both of you to pull away.

“I should get going,” you mutter with less resolve than before.

“I’ll walk with you to the doors.” Baxter picks up half of your bags again, motioning towards your ride with his head. He looks just as, if not more, insulted than you at the interruption.

“Thank you.”

The walk was short and quiet, there were a million and one things you could have said, but chose not to. They could wait until you met up again. And everyone knows that there was no one more patient than you around here. You’ve waited this long, you could wait a little more.

“I’ll see you in a bit?” Baxter passes your bags over to you. It’s unsure of exactly how long ‘a bit’ actually refers to, but you’ll get your answer eventually.

“Definitely,” you reply. “I’ll see you again soon, Baxter.”

He leans in for the last time, and you’re almost sure he was going to kiss your lips again, but he falters at the last second and moves upwards to press his lips against your forehead instead.

“I feel like if I kiss you now I’d never stop,” he chuckles in jest, though you can hear the full sincerity in those words. “I’ll see you again soon, darling.”

‘Darling’ that was a pet name you’d have to get used to unless you fear for your poor heart exploding.

You give him one last kiss of your own, also on the forehead—he hums contently at the action—before pulling back; the train doors beginning to close.

And when the train finally takes off, and your waves weren’t within sight anymore, Baxter finds himself crumpling to the floor in a heap.

It’s a question he’s asked himself multiple times, more times than you’d call appropriate, but was he allowed to be this happy? A hand goes up to his forehead where your lips had just been, and he allows himself to bask in the feeling.

‘It’s alright.’ He was allowed to be this happy.

A ping from his phone pulls him out of his thoughts, and he grumbles at the interruption. He pulls out the device with a less-than-appropriate mumble though stops completely when he sees who it’s from.

[ could you send me that picture, please?

i’d like to have a memory of us as well. ]

[ Of course. ]

Comes his instantaneous response.

He sends you the photo immediately, and his eyes linger on it for just as long as it takes for you to reply back.

[ thanks! i’ll treasure it ]

Yeah, he is allowed to be this happy.

With you.

And he hopes with his entire heart that you feel the same.

[ As will I. ]

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estrellami-1 · 7 months

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If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24

“Now,” Alli says, suddenly serious again. “Let’s go back. You’re from the future?”

Steve sighs and nods. “Robin and I both. We have a friend… well, really she’s the friends of the kids out there. But she has… powers. I’m not sure what all she can do, but she can lift things with her mind, and she can—best I can figure—force energy into things. So there’s these… these gates, we call them, into a place called the Upside Down.” He explains it all to her, watches as her eyes change from shock to acceptance, then determination.

“Okay,” she finally says. “First things first, I think you need roughly eighty billion hugs.” She opens her arms again, and he chuckles wetly as he curls into her. “Love you, bubba,” she murmurs.

“Love you, Al,” he murmurs back.

“Now,” she says, not loosening her hold on him, “how can I help?”

“No,” he says immediately, pulling back to look at her. “No- Alli, please, you can’t-”

“Hey,” she says, catching his eye. “I wasn’t really asking, bubba. I’m not letting you do this alone.”

“I can’t,” he whispers. “I can’t lose you twice. I can’t have it be because of me.”

“Hey,” she says fiercely, “you look at me. Whatever happens, it is not your fault, got it?”

“It would be, though,” he insists. “‘Cause you wouldn’t have gotten pulled into all this if it weren’t for me.”

She pulls him into a hug. “I was dead, bubba,” she says flatly, which is enough to pull a broken giggle from him. “I can’t get much deader.”

“‘S not a word.”

“Is too, shut up, I was making a point. Whatever happens is not your fault, Steve. And hey, if it counts for anything, I don’t plan on dying.” She pulls back to rest their foreheads together. “I’m in this whether you like it or not, kiddo. That’s non-negotiable. What is negotiable is how you respond to it.”

He sighs, but can’t hide the smile. “Then I guess we’d better introduce you.”

She grins and pulls him into a tight hug, smacking an obnoxiously loud kiss onto his temple. “I can’t wait.”

They walk back out into the living room, where everyone is talking over each other. Steve sighs. “Alright,” he says, loud enough to be heard over everyone. “Not only is El still resting, but now Barb, Will, and Mrs. Byers are, as well. Keep it down, please.” He looks to Robin. “Any ideas?”

She sighs. “Besides asking El when she wakes up? Time travel fucked with the butterfly effect.”

Steve hums. “We’ve had stranger,” he admits.

Just then, El walks out, rubbing her eyes. “Steve?”

“Hey, El,” he smiles. “How’d you sleep?”

She hums and leans onto him, and he runs a hand over her head. Her eyes land on Alli, and she smiles. “Oh, good. It worked.”

Steve freezes. “El? What do you mean?”

“When I was in the black, I saw her. I brought her back with me.” She frowns at Alli. “Where did you go? You did not come here.”

Alli blinks. “Earlier today? I was hanging out with a friend.”

El hums. “Good. You came back normal.” Suddenly she smiles at Alli. “I’m glad it worked.”

Alli chuckles. “Me too,” she agrees.

“Eleven,” Steve begins, “were you able to do this before?”

“No,” she says, “but I do not know if I would have been able to eventually, or if it is new.”

Steve takes a breath, releases it, and nods. “Okay.” He hugs her tighter. “Thank you,” he murmurs. “For bringing her back. For helping us find Barb and Will.”

She wraps her arms around his waist and squeezes. “You’re welcome,” she whispers back.

He grins and looks at everyone. “El decides dinner tonight,” he says. “For everyone who’s staying, there’s a phone in the kitchen. Call whoever you need to.”

A hand ruffles his hair, and he grins up at Alli even as he tries to bat her hand away. “Being in charge looks good on you,” she says. Her smile is a little sad. “I just wish it hadn’t come down to this.”

Steve huffs a laugh. “Me too.”

Robin walks up to them. “So. Alli.”

Alli smiles at her. “You must be the infamous Robin.”

Robin raises a brow at Steve. “You told her about me?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Of course I did, Robs. It’s you.”

She offers him a crooked grin. “Thanks, dingus.” She turns her attention back on Alli. “So this is crazy,” she says. “Time travel and alternate dimensions and all that. And you just… believed him?”

“Well, yeah,” Alli shrugs. “I mean sure it sounds crazy, but he’s my brother. It would take a lot more for me not to believe him. And… it’s not that he looks different, but there’s something different about him, y’know?”

Robin nods at her, then Steve, who rolls his eyes fondly. “She’s my sister, Robs, you don’t need to make sure she’s good for me.”

“Oh, like your parents?” She asks, one brow raised.

Alli snorts. “She’s not wrong, bubba.”

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mightymizora · 4 months

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Firelight (Tav/Gale)

(E rating, strap sucking fun)

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“Gods, you look so beautiful.”

He picked this one out himself in Aurora’s, an adorable and quaint little shop that they had frequented a couple of times since she moved in. He’d got that look in his eyes the moment he saw it, a soft glazed expression and a faint blush at the top of his cheeks as his eyes darted over to her and she knew he was imagining what she would look like in it.

It’s not something she would have chosen, but she has to admit it is a beautiful item. Expertly carved with a slight bend, there is a beautifully rendered head and a gentle carved seam of decoration that is a far cry from the makeshift stuffed leathers she has used over the years. And it’s… well. It’s quite large, at least sat flush to her narrow hips, and she can feel the weight of it in her harness as she walks over to the chair by the fire. His eyes follow her, and he comes to his knees before her as she gets comfortable on the edge of her seat.

He reaches up, fingers gently tracing her body along the edge of the simple open shirt she has left on, skirting around her waist and up to the edge of her breast before she gently takes his hand and kisses the tip of her fingers.

“You’ll need to control yourself, Gale.”

“Yes, of course. Apologies, but the way the fire is on your skin, I… I quite forget myself.”

She lifts her foot and places it on his shoulder, and he turns his head to kiss the arch of it and run his tongue along in a moment of visible hunger before sucking gently on her toe, looking at her with the reflection of the fire in his eyes.

“That tongue of yours…”

“I can’t help it.”

He kisses up her short calf, the inside of her knee, up the tenderest flesh of her thigh as she settles one knee over the leg of the chair and idly runs her hand over the beautiful artistry of her new cock, enjoying the gentle ridges, the smooth head as his mouth finds her fingers on it and starts to suck at them.

She moves her hand from his mouth into his hair and guides him.

“Maybe we should keep this on display when we’re done,” she tells him as his mouth sinks down, circling the head before bobbing down once, twice, and taking it in fully. She can feel his nose pressing against her, and can’t help but think of what it will feel like later, to have him buried in her hair after she has fucked him. “Have it where we can see it. Where I can recall how pretty you look with your mouth full.”

He moans deeply, one hand pressed into the flesh of her thigh, his thumb on the edge of her harness. She knows where his other hand is as she sees the flex in the top of his arm. It is gentle, not the quick sharp movements of him taking his own pleasure, but the erratic, unconscious push of his palm against the fabric of his trousers.

He is already so desperate.

She wraps her fingers in his hair tighter, but lets him set his own pace.

“Would you like that, my love?” she asks him as he works his mouth over her, long trails of spit gathering at the base as his mouth moves to suck at the tip. “Putting it in pride of place. Right in your eyeline in the office, so you can remember how I take my pleasure from you. Would you be able to control yourself?”

He looks up at her with soft wet eyes as his pace increases, those eyes that tell her everything she needs to know even if he cannot answer. She bucks softly as he takes her in again, smiling as he mirrors it, his hips rising to meet his hand as his moans come thick and fast.

“Could you control yourself, thinking of me fucking your mouth like this?”

Her voice sounds hard as her hand tightens in his hair, as she feels her wetness against the chair, as she watches him take it harder, tears in his eyes as he looks up at her pleading, his beautiful eyes rolling back as his thrusts against his palm stutter and she rides his face through the guttural cry that is muted by his full mouth.

He pulls off slowly, leaving a long line of spittle as he collapses against her.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles against her thigh, his eyes cloudy and glazed as he looks up at her. “I’m sorry I couldn’t-”

“No apologies,” she says as she runs her thumb against his swollen lips. “We have all day. When you’re ready, you’re going to get yourself all cleaned up for me, and then you’ll take yourself to the bedroom and be ready for me when I decide it’s time to fuck you. To stand behind you and drive you into the bed until you sob. And you’ll wait there until I am, and stay nice and still and not touch yourself. Isn’t that right?”

He nods softly, kissing the inside of her thigh so gently it makes her throb. But she is patient. It will be worth the wait, to see him come undone on her cock again at least once, to make his beautiful body tremble, blushing and goosefleshed before his tongue and hands even make it to her cunt.

“Good boy,” she tells him, and he moans softly in gratitude against her skin.

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appocalipse · 2 years

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Pleaseee I want- no I need Steve with clingy reader!! Like Steve's waking up and has to go to work, but the reader just wraps herself like a koala around him and presses her face into his neck. And he's like:

"Babe I need to get up."

And she's just shaking her head and pressing kisses to his neck and he just melts right there and then because who is he to say no to that?

(also, I'm new to your blog so sorry if you've done something like this before!)

i love this! and welcome to my blog ♥

“Stop moving,” you mumble, voice husky and sleepy, face pressed into his chest.

Steve chuckles and kisses the top of your head. He knows he's going to regret not being more firm with you (because you're sure as hell going to make him late), but he can't help it.

“I need to get up, baby,” he murmurs gently.

You don't answer.

“Baby?” he tries again. You stretch one leg over him and moan something unintelligible, knee bent almost to his waist, warm lips pressed to the bare skin just below his collarbone. Steve sighs, tasting defeat.

The arm you have around his torso squeezes a little tighter.

“You're so mean,” he decides, patting your head. Steve had turned off his alarm clock 10 minutes ago and you still don't seem the least bit inclined to let him get up now.

He means to move into a sitting position anyway, hoping that maybe you're half-asleep and tired enough to let him slip out of bed silently, letting yourself be seduced by the comfort of staying in bed for a few more hours.

You, of course, are not.

He's barely managed to get up on his elbows and you're already wrapping your leg over his waist and pushing his chest down with both hands. Steve falls backward back onto the mattress, unable to suppress an amused laugh as you wrap both arms around his neck, one leg on either side of his body, clutched onto him like a koala.

He can't look at your face from this angle — you've just buried your head in his neck — but somehow he knows you've already closed your eyes again.

Adorable, really. How could a guy be able to say no to such a thing?

“Stop moving,” you complain again, even though he's moved no more than an inch.

“You're going to get me fired,” he says, knowing he's absolutely not going to get fired.

Life is going great right now — he's put his times working at ridiculous, low-paying jobs behind him, and his current position is stable enough that he's sure he can get out of coming in late one time or two.

However, there's something amusing about the way you get so affectionate and clingy trying to convince him to stay in bed with you, so he just lets it happen.

“Give me 10 minutes,” you plead.

“I did.”

“Then give me 20.”

“So you can ask me for 10 more later?”

Steve could feel your smile against the crook of his neck. "You know me so well."

"Yeah, I do."

Plan B should be more effective than plan A — he gives up subtlety and stands up in one swoop, a little clumsy because you're clinging to him until the last moment, when he manages to free himself enough to throw you back to the bed with a laugh.

The outrage on your face doesn't last long. He turns his back to walk away while he can, but you're twice as fast when you're determined. Before he knows it you have both arms around his waist.

“Babe-” he gasps as you pull him back firmly and he lands on top of you, almost slamming his forehead against yours in a way that would have been more funny than painful.

You're giggling anyway and he can't help but get distracted by the sounds coming out of your lips, all soft and silly. You're on top of him before Steve can say anything else.

“Do I need to tie you up?” you murmur, amused.

He blinks and laughs affectionately. “Yes, please,” he jokes.

Slowly, you press your lips to the warm skin just below his ear. Steve's mind immediately goes blank.

“Are you using sex to- shit, convince me to stay?”

“I am,” you admit. "I think it's working, babe."

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vollereix · 1 year

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GENSHIN MEN WALKING IN ON YOU CHANGING/IN LINGERIE. F!Reader

Characters: Albedo, Al Haitham, Childe, Cyno, Diluc, Kazuha, Ayato, Heizou, Wanderer.

Warnings: Slight nudity, suggestive, touching, unrealistic body, mentions of seasickness and throwing up in kazuha’s

ALBEDO

Now, he obviously didn’t mean to… It’s not like there was any privacy up in his camp in dragonspine. You just didn’t expect him to come back so soon.

Letting your skirt drop onto the floor, you bent down to get your clothes. Albedo who had involuntarily walked in on this didn’t say anything to alert you of his presence. Instead he just watched your ass high up in the air with that lace underwear of yours.

He couldn’t help but feel a little flustered, quietly walking away and acting as if he didn’t see anything.

AL HAITHAM

As the acting grand sage, he was very busy. Especially when the dendro archon herself had made so many important requests to change the rules of Sumeru.

He hadn’t been home for two days, constantly working and taking short naps in his office. So when he finally went back home one day, he wasn’t expecting to see you in your shared bedroom almost completely naked safe for your underwear and bra.

The files he was previously holding dropped to the floor, grabbing your attention. Seeing Al Haitham again made you forget about your current situation. You greeted him cheerfully, going in for a tight hug.

Al Haitham on the other hand… he could feel your soft breasts pressing against him. He wrapped his arms around you too, grabbing your waists before throwing you over his shoulder and pushing you onto the bed.

CHILDE

Hah! This is another one, he would definitely make his presence known to you.

“Oh my, isn’t this a sight…” Childe had just entered your room to see if you were home only to find you in a cute purple lingerie.

Your face flushed red at his teasing, scrambling to cover yourself with your clothes. Childe grabbed your arm, taking your shirt away from you.

Feeling exposed and self conscious, you wrapped your arms around your stomach, looking downwards not meeting his gaze.

“C’mon! There’s nothing to be embarrassed about!” After Childe finally got you to show him your full self, he tugged at the elastic of your panties, pulling them down ever so slightly.

CYNO

Oops.

Cyno’s eyes grew wide, he was so extremely exhausted from the previous mission he completely forgot to knock. Hearing the sound of the door being opened, you looked back to see Cyno standing there, unmoving.

Neither of you said a thing for a while. That was until you opened your mouth to ask the age old question.

“um, Cyno, could you please leave for a bit…?” Suddenly realising his staring, Cyno immediately dashed out of your room.

“H-hey! close the door!”

DILUC

Oh, he had only ever seen your body twice, both were in dim lighting. So this was new to him. He was entranced by your body, so unlike the gentleman he usually is, he couldn’t help but stay standing there.

You unclasped your bra and Diluc could see your plump breasts bouncing. His mind fogged over with dirty thoughts, seeing your body like this was far more entertaining than anything else.

It was a good thing you didn’t realise he had been watching the entire time, or he definitely wouldn’t be able to live it down.

KAZUHA

You probably got seasick and accidentally got some vomit on your clothes. So after removing your previously soiled clothes, you were going to change into your new clothes when Kazuha’s soft voice suddenly rang out from behind you.

“ah, apologies. It seems i should have knocked, i’ll come back later,” Before you got to see him, the door had already closed and you were left feeling flustered and embarrassed.

Kazuha didn’t think too much of it, he simply brushed it off and never brought it up again. He knew you’d be uncomfortable if he reminded you, so being the gentleman he is, he kept his mouth shut.

AYATO

“Perhaps you should lock the door next time…” Ayato leaned against your doorframe staring at your body.

He would never say it but the sight of you in your red thongs turned him on. The way the red fabric wrapped around your hips and your exposed ass made his pants feel tight. A smirk danced at his lips seeing your shocked expression.

You chased him out of your room, yelling and screaming at him in embarrassment.

HEIZOU

“hm, looks good!” He gave a close eyed smile.

You, who were unaware of an intruder watching you change jumped and let out a yelp. He had never seen you without proper clothes before so you panicked and scrambled to find your words.

However, Heizou just had a positive and happy smile on his face, making you feel a little less insecure of yourself. After that incident you would sometimes wear more revealing clothes when around him.

WANDERER

See he just had to walk in on you when you were changing. Not even a minute earlier or later. He’s never seen a woman’s body before, so the sight of you wrapping a hand around your waist to remove your underwear didn’t phase him in the slightest.

He stood and watched you change without a sound, when you turned and saw him just standing there, you could have sworn you saw your soul jump out of your body.

“H-how long have you been standing there?” You sweat dropped, hoping that he just arrived.

“Since you started removing your underwear and bra.” A monotonous voice, you noted.

Your face heated up even more, a blush spreading like wild fire. It was him who spoke first.

“Can you take it off? I want to see you…” Your head shot up at his request.

You knew he didn’t have much experience and or knowledge of the human body but for such an upright question, you were caught completely off guard.

Slowly, you removed your clothes, stripping down in front of him until you were left with your undergarments.

“Wait… can I do it?” The Wanderer walked towards you, he was slightly taller than you.

“oh, uh sure!” Another question that caught you off guard.

He looked into your eyes while unclasping your bra, his hands smoothed against your soft breasts. Letting your bra fall onto the ground, he continued to kneel down to remove your underwear.

Being so close to him made you rather… horny.

You were turned on to say the least. Especially when he caressed your breasts ever so gently.

Looking away in embarrassment, the wanderer had accidentally touched your clit while he pulled your underwear down, making you let out a gasp.

Unbeknownst to you, he knew what he was doing. He could see the slick covering your pussy along with a part of your underwear.

“Let me help,” Picking you up, the wanderer pushed you down onto your bed before moving his head in between your thighs.

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ashesofivory · 10 months

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HIS SUNSHINE - PART 2/2 ☀️

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: Javier Peña is everything but a perfect man- he knows, but he’ll never admit his biggest regret amongst all, was losing you.

Word count: 2.9K

Warnings: mentions of smut, heartbreak, mild angst, regrets, breakup, both points of view, general sadness, sad ending.

He had you so close, but at the same time, so far away.

A/N: Sorry for not uploading sooner! I've been quite busy with a lot of stuff recently, I've written this in the few little breaks I have had, I promise. Also, I've had a rough time writing this, because I didn't want to see sad/heartbroken Javi. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it as much as you can. 💌

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With slow and shaking steps, you felt your heart break slowly, knowing that, as hard as you tried, you wouldn’t be able to fix it. Maybe it was all a mistake? Maybe you should try and stay here, probably quit the job and find a new one… But deep down, you knew you couldn’t convince yourself, it was too late to go back, and you didn’t want to make the same mistake twice.

You finally left his apartment, your cheeks wet and shiny from your tears, which were still making their way down your face as you got in your car, to drive to your place for the last time.

After a hard time trying to open the door with your shaky, slippery hands, you managed to open it, being welcomed by the cold atmosphere of your apartment, almost empty by this point. you went ahead and started packaging the few things you had left lying around; toiletries, phone and laptop chargers, and photos.

Who would have thought something as simple as some polaroids and cheap frames would be the last straw? There were photos of your family, both recent and old, photos of you as a baby, taking a soapy bath, or on your 4th birthday, with cake all over your face, a bright, shiny smile on your face; but lastly, of course, there were photos of you and Javier, doing all kinds of things. Like a photo of you two on his desk, cocking an eyebrow at the camera, back to back, your arms crossed over your chest. Another one in which he has an arm wrapped around your waist, you looking away with a smile on your face, all red and flustered. For sure, happy memories, but at that moment, they felt bitter, sour even, because you knew that from now on, they'd become distant memories, which would probably end up in a box, at the end of a closet, in a dark, dusty corner.

You placed all the photos inside a box, along with some bubble wrap, and wrote "PHOTOS" on it, closing it with some tape, so that they would be safe in the moving process. You did the same with the rest of the boxes, the end result being over 20 boxes with your stuff by your front door. You took a minute to think to yourself. "How could 7 years fit in some cardboard boxes? How was it so simple?" you asked yourself.

However, there was a box on top of the kitchen isle, with an address written on it, one you knew perfectly, Javi's apartment. His name written in capital letters on one of the sides, in black Sharpie. You took one last glimpse inside of it; some of his clothes, which he had left in your apartment after spending the night, some mugs that he liked from your kitchen, the ones he used to drink coffee in, some of his favorite vinyls from your collection, which you two used to dance and sing to when you cooked dinner, or even some dried flowers from the first bouquet he gifted you. There were also work-related things, mostly files from the Medellin Cartel case, and some post-its that you had written, with special annotations about the case, hypothesis, ideas, suspicions...

Once you were finished, you closed the box again and head straight to bed, getting under the cold bed sheets, a slight hint of Javier's perfume on them, making you tear up a bit, but eventually, becoming comforting enough to turn it into a velvety smell, calming you down, taking you back to the good times you had spent together, in company, loving and feeling loved. Before you closed your eyes, you swore you heard Javier's faint, deep voice, wishing you "buenas noches", as he usually did.

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You woke up to the sound of your alarm, shutting it down immediately, groaning a bit, annoyed to wake up, as usual. You knew there was no turning back now, your plane would take off in a few hours, leaving what you called your life for almost a decade behind. You took a deep breath, and sat up in bed, taking your surroundings, your bedroom, for the last time, all the memories flooding your mind; when you moved in, unpacking your stuff, painting the walls… making the place truly yours. A pained smile appeared on your face when another kind of memories appeared in your mind, the ones you had shared with Javier; when he made you see the stars every night he laid on your bed, little marks on the wall due to the bed hitting the wall slightly when you had sex, when you made love to each other, when you had to change your bedframe because you managed to break the planks under it that one time you drank too much red wine, leading to hearty laughs and giggles.

But you knew it was too late. Too late to go back, so you got out of bed, trying to get this over with as soon as possible. You got dressed and zipped up your bags and suitcases, taking one last look around the cold, empty apartment, in case you were forgetting something, which you weren't. It seemed like you were just using it as an excuse not to go, to miss your flight, giving you more time to think about your options. Because there had to be another option, another possibility that allowed you to stay here, in Colombia, where you belonged, where your heart desired to be, with Javier.

You checked the time, and of course, you were running late. Typical you. Javier would probably comment on it, teasing you about the disaster that you are, nudging you with his elbow, a smug smirk on your face. You laughed quietly to yourself, making your way out of the apartment, to your car, loading the boxes into your trunk, one after another. You couldn't help but wonder, "Where was the box that kept your heart?".

As you drove to the airport, on the other side of the city, Javier thought he'd start to miss you a bit later on. But he was wrong. The moment he got in his car and sat on the driver's seat, his hand moved to the copilot's seat, looking for your thigh, to grab and caress it, writing his whole name letter by letter with his index finger on your soft, delicate skin. He turned on the radio, to try and focus on something else, but that only made it worse. He swore he could hear you sing and dance in your seat at the song that was playing on the radio, even if you didn't know the lyrics to it. That managed to get a sweet chuckle out of him, with then turned to a sad, heavy sigh. This was just the start of the day, how would he make it through it without crumbling down?

At the office, the first thing he noticed was your empty desk. He could still feel you around, your smell filling his nostrils as he closed his eyes, the sound of your heels echoing around. But it was all fake. You were gone, until further notice, as much as it hurt him deeply. He opened his eyes and took a deep breath, walking away from what once was your desk, to his, sitting down on his chair, hoping Pablo Escobar would soothe his pain.

As you arrived at the airport, you parked your car and made your way to the check-in counter. The process was mechanical, and you found yourself going through the motions without really registering what was happening. Once you were through security, you found a quiet spot in the airport lounge and sat down, gazing out at the planes on the tarmac.

Minutes turned into hours, and soon it was time to board your flight. Taking one last look at the airport, you boarded the plane, found your seat, and buckled up. As the plane taxied down the runway, you closed your eyes, trying to make peace with your decision.

The flight was long, and your mind wandered back to the last few months. The highs and lows of your relationship with Javier, the moments of joy and the moments of heartbreak. You knew deep down that leaving was the right choice for you, but that didn't make it any easier.

After a few hours, you boarded into Buenos Aires, Argentina, your hometown, the place where you had grown up and where your whole family lived. You got off the plane and walked to get your bags and suitcases. At the airport, your family was waiting for you- your mother, your father, and your brother, with his little daughter, your niece, in his arms. They welcomed you with a warm, big hug and a few tears. You were so grateful to have them, and you were sure that they'd help you go through your pain and hard decisions, supporting you all the way, showing their care and love for you, as they always have done.

As you left the airport, driving back home with your family, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of relief and sadness. Relief that you had your family's embrace to lean on during this difficult time, but sadness for the void left by Javier's absence. The city of Buenos Aires welcomed you with its lively streets, the nostalgic melodies of tango, and the comforting aroma of home-cooked meals. It felt both foreign and familiar at the same time.

Over the next few weeks, you settled back into life in Buenos Aires. Your family provided a comforting and supportive environment, helping to distract you from the ache in your heart. They did their best to make you feel at home, reminding you of the love that surrounded you. Despite their efforts, though, Javier was always in the back of your mind. You spent your days reconnecting with old friends, exploring familiar streets, and rediscovering the vibrant culture of Buenos Aires. Your brother introduced you to his friends, and they welcomed you into their social circle with open arms. They took you out dancing, to lively parties and tango clubs, hoping to lift your spirits and help you find joy in the present moment.

Through the laughter and dancing, you couldn't help but compare every experience to the ones you had with Javier. The way he would hold you close and guide you effortlessly across the dance floor, the way his eyes would light up when he saw you in a beautiful dress, undressing you with his eyes, and the way his laughter and flirtatious voice would fill the room, infecting everyone around him with happiness. No matter how hard you tried to immerse yourself in the present, thoughts of him still lingered in your heart, leaving a bittersweet and painful presence. During one of those nights at a tango club, you found yourself lost in the music and lost in the arms of a stranger who moved with the same grace and passion that Javier once did. For a brief moment, you felt a connection, a flicker of what you had lost. But as the song came to an end, reality crashed down upon you, and you pulled away, realizing that no one could replace Javier.

One evening, as you sat at a café with your childhood friend, Sofia, sipping on a rich, aromatic cup of coffee, she noticed the distant look in your eyes. Concern etched her face as she reached out to touch your hand, softly.

"Are you okay?" she asked gently.

You sighed, a mix of emotions swirling inside you. "I miss him, Sofia. I miss Javier more than words can express. Leaving Colombia was the hardest decision I've ever made, but I knew it was necessary for my own well-being. I just wish… I wish things could have been different."

Sofia nodded understandingly. "Sometimes, life takes us on unexpected paths, and we have to make difficult choices. It doesn't mean it's easy, but you have to trust that you made the right decision for yourself. And who knows what the future holds? Maybe one day, your paths will cross again."

Her words offered a glimmer of hope, and you held onto that hope tightly. You realized that healing wasn't a linear process, and it would take time to fully move on from the pain of losing Javier. But you were determined to focus on rebuilding your life, finding happiness within yourself, and pursuing your dreams and passions.

Meanwhile, Javier was struggling to cope with your absence. The emptiness in his heart grew with each passing day, and he found it increasingly difficult to focus on his work. He missed you fiercely and regretted not fighting harder to keep you by his side. He realized the toll the case had taken on both of you and understood the sacrifice you had made for your well-being. Haunted by memories of your time together, Javier often found himself staring at the box of belongings you had left behind. He would occasionally pick up one of the vinyl records you used to listen to together, placing it on the turntable and allowing the music to fill the silence. It was a bittersweet reminder of the love you shared.

One day, as Javier sat in his apartment, surrounded by the remnants of your time together, he made a decision. He couldn't bear the thought of never seeing you again, of not fighting for what he believed was true love. Determined to find you and make amends, he reached out to his contacts in Buenos Aires, seeking any information that could lead him to you. Days turned into weeks, and Javier tirelessly followed every lead, leaving no stone unturned in his search for you. He reached out to old colleagues, informants, and even friends from Argentina. His determination and love for you fueled his efforts, pushing him forward despite the obstacles he faced.

One evening, while sifting through a stack of files in his apartment, Javier stumbled upon a familiar name, one that sparked a glimmer of hope within him. It was the name of a private investigator based in Buenos Aires known for his expertise in finding missing persons. Without wasting another moment, Javier dialed the investigator's number and explained his situation, emphasizing the urgency and his deep desire to locate you.

Days passed, and Javier anxiously awaited any news from the investigator. He found solace in knowing that he was actively taking steps to reunite with you, but the uncertainty still weighed heavily on his heart. Every passing minute felt like an eternity, and he couldn't shake the feeling that time was slipping away. Then, one afternoon, while Javier was lost in his thoughts, his phone rang, jolting him out of his reverie. It was the private investigator, and his voice carried a hint of excitement.

"Javier, I've found her," he said, his words reverberating through Javier's entire being.

Relief flooded over Javier, and he could barely contain his excitement. He quickly packed some of his stuff, leaving behind the remnants of his shattered heart, and set off for Buenos Aires, fueled by the hope of rekindling the love that had been abruptly taken from him.

As the plane touched down in Buenos Aires, Javier's heart raced with anticipation. He couldn't wait to see you, to hold you in his arms again, and apologize for his mistakes. He knew he had a long way to go in rebuilding your trust, but he was willing to do whatever it took to make amends.

Javier's search led him to a cozy café in the heart of Buenos Aires. It was a place you often frequented, and he hoped it would serve as a starting point for their reunion. Nervously, he walked through the café's entrance, scanning the room for any sign of you.

And there you were, laughing and smiling with some friends, with a young toddler in your lap, who he assumed was your niece. He wanted so badly to hold you, to kiss you, and make you his once again, this time, without letting you go so easier. But he couldn't bring himself to. He was paralyzed, unable to move, his eyes just focused on your distant laugh and sweet, melodic voice, like honey. And then, he realized, his sunshine was back, but she was no longer his. She had managed to shine on her own, to find her own happiness and mindfulness.

He had you so close, but at the same time, so far away. With one final look at you, he mouthed the words "Te amo", and walked away, leaving you to your now happy life, this time, behind his silhouette the one who disappeared into the crowd.

You felt a smell, a familiar one that made your heart tingle, making butterflies appear in your stomach. You looked around, convincing yourself that you weren't just daydreaming, but nothing came into sight. You let out a deep sigh and turned your attention back to your friends, trying to engage back in the conversation, thinking that this had been another trick your mind pulled.

He had found his sunshine, his love, his fuel, but he couldn't bring himself to proclaim her once more, so he just let her shine, on her own.

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jae-bummer · 1 year

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Clean Teeth & Goodnight Kisses

Request: Can I get a 4 and 6 with Han jisung?? Tysm <3

Prompt:

4) "You look good in my clothes."

6) "If you do that one more time, I don't think I'll be able to control myself."

Pairing: Stray Kids Han x Reader

Genre: Fluff

"You look good in my clothes," Han hummed, tugging at the fabric of the shorts you were wearing as you walked by.

"I've never seen you in these," you responded, looking over your shoulder as you walked toward the bathroom.

"Neither have I," he grinned. "That's a lot of thigh."

"Are you telling me these shorts belong to someone else in 3racha?" you laughed, grabbing your toothbrush.

"I'm not not saying that."

Rolling your eyes, you squirted out toothpaste and began brushing your teeth. Post spit, you leaned backward, eying Han as he lay in bed.

"What?" he asked, lifting his brows.

"Brushing your teeth is very important," you nodded. "Especially if you think you're going to get a good night kiss."

"You're telling me I have to brush my teeth in the morning AND before bed!" Han whined. "It sounds like so much woooork."

"Brushing at bedtime prevents bacteria," you continued. "And dry mouth."

"Ooooh, talk oral hygiene to me, baby," Han cackled as he pulled himself to his feet. "Gets me all hot and bothered."

Quirking a brow, you popped out your hip in a fake attempt at seduction. "25% of adults don't brush their teeth twice a day."

Han sidled up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. Nuzzling into your neck he whispered, "If you do that one more time, I don't think I'll be able to control myself."

"You are a gremlin," you laughed, spinning in his arms to face the counter again. You put your toothbrush into your mouth and continued brushing.

"I've been called worse," he shrugged, reaching around you to grab his own toothbrush. "Paste me."

Rolling your eyes, you handed him the toothpaste. Standing in companionable silence, you relished in how simple this experience was. It was easy to take mundane tasks for granted, but not when you were with Han Jisung. He lived every moment so vibrantly that it was difficult to label anything as boring.

After a minute or so, the two of you finished up and spit into the sink. "Now was that so hard?"

"Incredibly," Han groaned. "You're a tyrant."

"A tyrant you invited over for a sleepover," you chuckled, smiling at Han in the mirror.

Turning away from his reflection, Han immediately stepped forward and placed his hands on the counter, locking you in place.

"Oh," you breathed, looking up at his serious expression. "What's this?"

Han looked at you intently. His pupils shook as they moved from your eyes to your lips and back.

"Hannie?" you whispered.

His face cracked into a weary smile. With a fractured laugh he muttered, "I don't know what I'm doing and now I'm very anxious about what I should do next."

Letting out a surprised laugh, you set your hands lightly on his chest. Moving your fingers up slowly, you rubbed his shoulders before settling your wrists on either side of his neck. Tilting your head to the side, you waited, open to helping him figure this out.

Han had only been in your life for a few months at this point. Dating with intent was a very new idea for the both of you. Sure, you both had romantic encounters in the past, but you agreed that this would move more slowly. You were both after something that was serious and meaningful, especially when compared to the casualties you created before. Unfortunately, though, this may have caused an unnecessary level of stress on Jisung to get things right.

Watching your every movement, Han's breathing became shallow. Seeming to make some sort of decision, he leaned forward, and set his forehead lightly against yours. Inhaling sharply at the contact, he let out a slow breath before opening his eyes again.

"You okay?" you whispered.

Han began to nod his head but quickly realized the two of you were in contact. "More than okay."

"Jisungie," you began. "Tonight doesn't have to be-"

"No," he said quietly, now shaking his head even though you were still touching. "I know we don't put any expectations on things."

"And what about your expectations for Han?" you asked, knowing full well what gears were spinning in his head.

This caused him to grin, diverting his eyes from yours. "Stop telling me about myself."

"I'm good at it," you smiled in response. "Even better than you are sometimes."

He began to pull back from you, but your instant reaction was to hold him close. Halting him by holding the back of his neck, your faces remained only a few inches from each other.

"Y/N," he chirped, his eyes wide with surprise.

Removing one hand from the back of his neck, you traced his jawline. It made you smirk as you came across stubble. He was even more adorable when slightly disheveled. He closed his eyes to your touch, leaning into your fingers as they moved toward his chin. Moving your thumb along his bottom lip, you were surprised when he let out a small whimper.

His eyes immediately shot open as you looked at each other in a much higher state of awareness. "I, uh, that-"

You covered your mouth, attempting to mask the giggles that were escaping you. Up until now, you hadn't realized how much of an effect your touch had on him. You couldn't help but be startled (and ever so slightly aroused.)

"I'm going to bed," he said promptly, spinning on his heel as he left the room.

"Hannie, nooo!" you called after him, still losing the battle to your laughter.

"Nope, I'm sleeping for the rest of forever," he called over his shoulder. You could see the tips of his ears were bright red. Flopping onto his mattress, he muttered into his pillow. "I'm never leaving my bed ever again."

Crawling across the blankets to lay beside him, you nestled in as closely as you could. "Don't be embarrassed! I just wasn't expecting it, that's all!"

"That makes two of us!" he snapped, finally facing you. "I was trying to be alluring!"

"I'm allured!" you insisted.

Han huffed a laugh through his nose before smirking. "Okay, that makes me feel slightly less mortified."

"And what would make you feel exponentially less mortified?"

His eyes darted around momentarily as the question ping ponged through his head. Snapping his attention back to you, he wiggled in closer.

Sticking his neck out (very chicken-like), he pecked your lips before moving away again. The kiss happened so quickly, you instinctively reached up to touch your lips. Had it been there at all?

"Confusion is my first attack," Han nodded. "This is my second."

Lifting his hand, he placed it solidly on your jaw, and cradled your face toward his. He licked his lips in anticipation and watched you closely to gauge any warning signs. Looking at him blankly, you waited for his next move.

"Okay," he breathed, more to himself than you. Closing his eyes, he leaned forward, and ghosted his mouth across yours. It wasn't long before your lips met again, sincerity in every movement. Han was being cautious. If at any time you seemed like you were uncomfortable, he was ready to pull away from the situation.

Instead, you chose to grab his shirt and give it an enthusiastic tug toward you. Deepening the kiss, you felt his body relax against yours. His hands slid from your jaw and chose to rest at your hips instead, clutching the material of the shorts he had let you borrow.

You were proud of yourself now that you finally calmed him down enough to ignore the alarm bells going off in his brain. He had just needed encouragement. The kiss quickly became a swirl of tongues, teeth, and breaths. This time you didn't stop at any small sound he made but chose to relish in them instead.

After what felt like a tiny eternity lost in each other, Han finally moved to break the kiss. Letting out a groan, you opened your eyes to see the brightest smile that had ever formed on your handsome boy's face.

"Aren't you glad I brushed my teeth?"

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powerofelvis · 2 years

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The Finer Things

Pairing: Austin Butler x Black!Reader

Word Count: 3.5K

Summary: It’s yours and Austin’s first time at the Met Gala, but Austin can’t seem to keep his hands off of you.

Warning(s): SMUT, the usual p in v action, dom!austin, slow burn, slight fluff, plot with porn, porn with plot (whatever you prefer)

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It was your first Met Gala, and you were going with your boyfriend, Austin. Austin was currently off meeting with his publicist, but he wouldn’t be gone long. You stood in your shared bedroom with Austin, getting dressed in your outfit of the night—paying more attention to your hair that was neatly pinned up. You were humming along to Ari Lennox’s Shea Butter Baby, checking every nook and cranny that was your entire outfit. As you check your simple makeup that made your deep, bronze complexion stand out. The silver, shimmery dress hugged your curves in all of the right places. You knew for a fact that Austin wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off of you and to be honest, you weren’t sure if you could do the same. A pair of arms wrapped around your waist, making you smile, immediately knowing that Austin was home. He smelled almost like tobacco and vanilla, which he knew was your favorite. You turned around, taking him in as he was dressed in all black, his slacks hugging his hips and his jacket revealing a silky see-through button-up with three buttons unbuttoned, revealing his chest. You could have drooled, your brown eyes looking him over in all of his glory.

“Beautiful as always, Y/N,” Austin spoke, pressing heated kisses to your neck as your fingers played with the navel of his neck. “Thank you, baby. I wanted to make sure that your arm candy looks almost as good as you look right now.” Austin chuckled softly, pulling your lips to his in a passionate kiss. “You’re going to shine tonight, baby. Don’t worry about it.” His hands moved up your hips, squeezing at them as his lips pecked yours. You could feel your heartbeat speed up at his touch, tingles going up your spine as you tried to hold yourself up in his arms. He wasn’t going to make it easy for you tonight, as you could already tell that he would tease you with his kisses and touches until you were begging for him to take you either to the bathroom or in the limo. You pulled away from him, shaking your head at him as you turned around. “I have to finish getting ready, sir. So, you should go make sure everything is settled before we leave.”

Austin shook his head, still holding on to your hips as he watched you continue to get ready. You always looked breathtaking to him, but more so tonight. The way the dress hugged your curves in the right places, how amazing you smelled, and how your brown skin glistened in the light were enough to bring him to his knees. Austin wasn’t the one to brag, but he definitely felt lucky that he had you as his girlfriend. You were the one who stood by his side throughout his ups and downs with movie roles that fell through or even when he was stressed out about The Iceman Cometh; you always made sure that he knew how exceptional his talent for acting was. That’s one of the reasons why he didn’t think twice before asking you to accompany him to his first appearance at the Met Gala. He was finishing up with his Elvis Presley role, which he knew would throw him into the spotlight soon, so he wanted you to be by his side during the highest point of his life.

Your brow arched, watching as Austin stood behind you, again in his head. “What are you thinking about, silly?” You finished touching up your makeup before pulling away from him once more. You sat on the bed, sliding on your clear heels before fastening the buckle around your ankles. “Are you ready to go, baby?” Austin pulled you up in his arms, pressing another soft kiss to your lips before whisking you out of the room and out of your apartment.

Austin didn’t let up as you thought, his hands still roaming your body as you sat with him in the limo. You had to hold yourself back from taking him, but the ride to the venue came to an end as if the driver was speeding through town. The limo pulled into the venue, allowing the valet to open the limo doors for you and Austin. Austin got out of the limo, reaching back for your hand. You took his hand, getting out of the car. The cameras began to click as Austin held your hand, leading you to the red carpet. Austin had warned you beforehand that you would have to stand there for a while, as the paparazzi and journalists would have time to ask you questions. Austin wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him as the cameras began to flash. You threw your professional smile on as your eyes moved along the cameras, ensuring that you gave them equal attention. You nearly jumped out of your skin, feeling Austin’s hand move from your hips to the swell of your ass. You leaned in, whispering into his ear. “What do you think you’re doing?” Your mouth moved faster than your brain, releasing a groan as his hand moved lower and lower.

His smile never faltered as he leaned into your ear, his deep voice echoing against your ear drum. “You look gorgeous tonight, baby. I can’t help but have a feel or two. I wonder if they will think something is amiss if I take you to the nearest bathroom and bend you over the sink.” Your eyes widened slightly before you went back to your normal look. “Now, where is the fun in that, Aus? I rather tease you as much as I can before you explode with desire.” Austin could have dragged you back to the limo at that moment, but he had to keep his cool. He was supposed to be seated around the cast of Elvis, including Priscilla Presley herself. Priscilla was dying to meet you because all he could talk about while he was away in Australia was how much he missed you. How much he wished that you were there with him. His thoughts began to wander as the cameras flashed—dirty thoughts seeing how that dress hugged your curves, how your bright smile lit up the room, and he couldn’t miss how sometimes you would bite your lip. It was making him crazy, but he had to keep himself together.

Austin leaned into your side again, a smirk planted across his lips plain as day. “Be careful biting your lip too much, baby. You’re going to need them later.” Your jaw dropped as you turned your head to look at him before covering your mouth. You couldn’t believe how he was behaving, especially knowing it would be a while before you could have him alone. You glared at him playfully, silently telling him that he had to get his act together while you both were at this gala. Soon, the picture-taking was over, and Austin was leading you up the stairs toward the venue where the event was being held. Austin seemed to be in the zone, considering it was his first time, and he wasn’t the type to attend such events. He would answer questions people would throw at him, his hand never leaving your waist. You were genuinely proud of Austin for stepping out of his comfort zone to attend such a big event. He was so humbled to be recognized after achieving such a huge role that he would sometimes become withdrawn about attending public affairs as a celebrity.

You both finally made it inside the venue, Austin’s hands still sitting by the swell of your ass. Your hands were beginning to sweat, which meant you were becoming anxious. Austin’s brown arched, his sandy blonde hair flopping in his eyes as he could see how you were trying to hold yourself together. “You told me earlier to hold it together, but look at you, baby. Your hands are awfully sweaty.” He led you over to the table where you would be sitting for the rest of the night. Austin was very often the gentleman, pulling your chair out for you to sit. “Baby, I’m going to speak with Shawn Mendes fast. Priscilla should be here soon; she can’t wait to meet you.” He reminded you, shoving his hand in his pocket before pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. Luckily for you, the heat in the venue didn’t reveal the beads of sweat that graced your brown skin. Once Austin went off to talk to whoever wanted his attention, you sat there, taking in the sights that the venue had to behold.

The venue was packed with celebrities from now and then, all standing in their respective places waiting for the show to begin. Lenny Kravitz was supposed to perform later that night, so you had something to look forward to. “Enjoying the night, darling?” A sweet voice made your head turn slightly. It was Priscilla Presley, Elvis Presley's ex-wife, the man Austin spent time learning—which also allowed you to learn about him and his life. You were in awe, as she was as beautiful in person as she was in pictures. “It is such a pleasure to finally put the beautifully crafted face to the name, Y/N.” Her warm smile melted your heart as she sat beside you, where her name card was. “Oh, I hope that it was all good things, Mrs. Presley.” You giggled, brown eyes looking over the venue, where they landed on Austin’s blues, who was eagerly watching the interaction between you and Priscilla. You smiled widely, shooting him down with a smirk before looking back at Priscilla, who was also looking at Austin. “He’s a sweetheart, isn’t he? I didn’t doubt his capabilities to play Elvis, even before meeting him in person. I must say that you are a lucky woman to have a man so devoted to you.” She placed her hand on top of yours, a smile reaching her eyes as she gushed over Austin.

You knew how lucky you were as well, something burning in your body as your eyes continued to watch Austin from across the room. Priscilla was talking to other guests around this time, her hand still in yours. Austin was standing near Shawn Mendes and someone else that you couldn’t make out, posing for photos. As if he could feel your gaze on him, his head turned towards where you were sitting, a smirk playing on his lips. He pulled away from the group that was surrounding him, no doubt gushing about how it was to portray Elvis Presley in his first-ever leading movie role. He walked back to you suavely—the smirk still playing on his lips as his blue eyes raked over your body again. He was playing a dangerous game with you, but you were willing to play along as long as you got what you wanted in the end. Priscilla turned to see Austin coming back over to where the two of you were, standing up from her seat before pulling him into a hug. His eyes left yours as he paid attention to her, but you could still feel the aftermath of his smirk burning into your body. It was becoming unbearable as the arousal started to pool inside you.

It was becoming unbearable for you not to pull him away from Priscilla and everyone else and ride him in a storage closet somewhere. Luckily for both of you, Lenny Kravitz was performing soon, so you both had plenty of time to explore each other. Austin’s hand moved up your exposed leg, playing along with the material before stopping at the elastic of your panties. Your breath hitched in your throat as your fingers gripped at your dress. Was he about to finger you under this table next to Priscilla? There was no way that he would do something like that. A voice in your head laughed before speaking out very casually. Yes. Yes, the hell Austin would.

Austin’s gaze bore into the side of your head, fingers still not moving past your panty line as if he was waiting on you to make the next move. You wouldn’t look at him, giving him the taste of his own medicine. The music was loud, and everyone was standing up in their respective places, but the two of you were still sitting down, playing a wild game of cat and mouse. Austin didn’t like that you were playing hard to get when you could have melted into a puddle at him groping you earlier. Austin looked to ensure that no one was looking before using his other hand to grip your chin, turning your head to face him. He leaned in, eyes burning with lust that changed his eyes into an onyx pool. “Are you playing with me right now, Y/N?” His voice was so commanding that your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. His other hand resting on your panty line pushed further, fingers pulling the material away before letting it snap back against your skin.

You gasped, eyes still locked on his now-black eyes, before shaking your head. “No..” Your voice shook as his eyes were crazed from the lust that had built over time. Austin smirked again, pushing his tongue across his bottom lip, wetting it before pulling his hand away from you. His hand grabbed at yours, placing it over his crotch. “You see what you do to me, baby? You have me in public, hard as a rock. You’re gonna do something about it, right?” He was definitely playing a dangerous game with you; you had not confirmed that. However, you were too fucked out of your mind only by his touch that you couldn’t tease him back. You could only nod your head. His hand released your jaw, patting your cheek softly, whispering in your ear. “Good girl. Once this performance is over, we will continue mingling like the good couple we are. But when I tap your back twice, you speak your goodbyes, and we will take this party home, yes?” Austin sure knew how to follow his every move just by speaking to you like the dominant man he was.

“Yes?” He repeated, the tone of his voice getting dangerously low. “Yes, sir.” You knew better than to keep him hanging if you wanted to cum at any time tonight. The last time you didn’t answer him, you were in the shower, trying to chase your orgasm after he went and fell asleep after using your pussy for as long as he pleased. You did not want a repeat of that, so you decided you would follow what he said.

You stood next to Austin, conversing with others the best way that you could without combusting from needing Austin to be inside of you. You would push the words he spoke earlier in the back of your mind, praying that people from the outside wouldn’t notice that you weren’t in your right mind. You were brought out of your thoughts, feeling Austin tap on your back twice as he said that he would. You immediately came into the conversation as Austin told everyone that you both were leaving to head home, as Austin had some early interviews the next day. You nearly scoffed at the lie but politely nodded as you spoke your goodbyes to those around you. Austin grabbed you by the hand, leading you out of the venue—your feet were moving swiftly as your heart was beating erratically in your ears. He leaned into your ear, whispering things that he was going to do to you, not sparing you the time to catch your breath.

Pretty soon, the limo would pull up before you, and Austin was helping you inside. You were getting comfortable for the ride home, but Austin wasn’t letting that happen. His lips pressed against yours in a heated kiss, his hands once again pushing up your dress so that he had easier access to the white lace panties that adored your lower body. “You look so beautiful tonight, baby. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you, especially seeing you with Priscilla.” His lips pressed kisses along your jawline, fingers moving up to your panty line. You couldn’t do anything but slightly spread your legs so that he could have easier access to your panties. Austin always loved how you were so needy for him. The gasps and moans that passed your lips were nothing new as Austin pulled your panties off of your body, pocketing them in his jacket pocket.

His fingers moved up your thighs, and the burning sensation of his touch sent you into a spiral of need as your hands moved from your sides, pulling him close to you. Austin’s fingers continued to move up your thighs, pushing your legs apart. His fingers rubbed your lower lips, collecting the arousal that pooled outside of you from the hours and hours of him taunting and teasing you. “I knew you were gonna be wet for me, baby. Fuck, you look so fuckable right now.” He pushed his finger inside of you, moaning out as your pussy clenched around his finger. “Fuck, I have to have you right now. Forget the foreplay.” He pulled his finger out of you and into his mouth, licking your slick off of his finger.

Austin loved how sweet you tasted; it was almost as if you were made of sugar. His cock was erect from the teasing that was happening at the Met, so he didn’t know how much longer he would have been able to handle not being inside of you. He unzipped his slacks, pulling his cock out of his briefs as he pulled you on top of him. His hands fumbled with the partition button, allowing the both of you some privacy as he teased your entrance with his cock. “Sir, please..” You begged, throwing your head back as your hips ground against his. Austin chuckled, clicking his tongue at your eagerness, pressing the tip of his cock against you. “Take all that I give you, baby. I know you can.” His cock slowly slid inside you, moans leaving from both of you as your hips moved in circles on his lap. You were so turned on so much.

Austin’s moans brought out the animal in you, your mouth opening as you continued to ride his cock. “Oh fuck, Aus. Your cock is so fucking good. F-feels so good inside of me.” He grabbed your hips tightly, hips thrusting up into yours. Your body shook from his thrusts, hands gripping the seat as your hips bounced on his lap. “Fuck, Austin! Fuck me harder.” You begged, running your fingers through his dirty blonde hair. “Oh fuck yes, fuck me harder, baby. I need you to rearrange me before we get home. Just like that.” You weren’t even sure how you could communicate with him; the feeling of his cock hitting your cervix had your head spinning and your brain blank. “Yeah? Do you like being fucked in the back of a limo? Like the idea of the driver hearing you get off on my cock?” Austin’s hand moved to grab the base of your neck, forcing you to watch as his cock pushed in and out of you.

Your eyes shut slightly, babbling incoherent words as he fucked into you harder and faster. “Shhh baby, I don’t want the driver to think I’m hurting you.” He chuckled, pushing his fingers into your mouth. “Suck them and keep quiet.” He commanded, grinding his hips harder into you. The sweat pooled around your hairline; your hair was now curling up as the back of the limo began to get hot and sticky with the presence of you both fucking. “Fuck, I’m g-gonna cum….” You managed to grunt off as you sucked his fingers, eyes rolling in the back of your head as he continued fucking up into you. “You had me wanting you all night. I’m not through with you yet.” You knew it would be a long night, but all you were worried about was your orgasm. The coil in your stomach snapped as your orgasm crashed over you in waves. “Oh fuck, sir! Sir! S-sir!” You shivered as he continued pounding in and out of you at a speed that you couldn’t even comprehend.

“Fuck, I’m right behind you, baby. Here I come..” He groaned, pushing his face into your neck as he covered your walls with his cum. You moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck—pulling him into your chest as your hips slowly stopped moving. Austin’s blue eyes looked up at you, pushing your dress back down your hips, his fingers pushing his cum back inside of you. “Now, I don’t want a drop to fall out of you until we get back to our place.” He teased, pushing his cock back into his briefs and zipping his slacks back up as quickly as possible. As you both returned to your apartment, you tried your hardest to keep everything in. The night of the Met was definitely a first for the both of you, definitely a first.

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hii!! how r u?? i hope fine :) i love ur work so much and i was wondering if u could write sth with steve, maybe r being tired and ready for a nap but she cant cause then she wont sleep at night and that stresses her out so steve kinda forceses her not to sleep and r is like cuddly and stuff ?? ignore how detailed that was. feel free to change however you like

hiii i’m good ty!! hope u are too <33 tysm for ur request, as a tired girl, i enjoyed writing this one :)) | 0.5k major fluff

You’re watching random reruns on TV with Steve when your tiredness hits you. The heavy eyes, the droopy head that you have to jerk back up to keep yourself awake.

It’s probably the fifth time you do it when Steve—with his arm around your shoulders, his thigh against yours—huffs a laugh.

“You can sleep if you want to.”

“No, I can’t,” you whine, your head tilting back to rest on his arm.

“Why not? You can barely keep your eyes open.”

He’s right. You’re tired often, but it seems to be hitting you harder today.

“Because, if I sleep now, I won’t be able to fall asleep tonight.”

Sleep for you is already hard to come by at night, and Steve knows that. It’s probably why he thinks you should get some rest now. As good as a nap sounds, you know it’ll only make things worse for you tonight.

“Sweetheart.”

“You know I’m right.”

You are, but Steve just wants you to feel better. On the bad nights, he’ll stay awake with you until you fall asleep, no matter how late (early?) it is. He squeezes his arm around you.

“Okay. Do you want me to make coffee?”

He’s so quick to offer and it makes you smile. Most caring boy ever, especially with you. Instead of telling you you’re being silly, or something like that, all he wants to do is help in any way he can.

“Mmm. Then I’ll be too awake, you know?”

“How about a non-drowsy tea?”

“That would be nice.”

“‘Kay. I’ll put the kettle on.”

He stands from the couch, leaving a kiss on your forehead before he leaves.

You can hear him shuffling around in the kitchen, the clink of a mug on the counter, the tap running. It’s so nice to live with someone you love, you think, to get to hear them be present all the time. So peaceful, that your eyes are heavy all over again.

You get up to avoid shutting your eyes, walking to the kitchen. For a minute, you just observe him. The way his t-shirt stretches across his back, the way his hair sits a bit messier from leaning on the cushions.

You walk over and wrap your arms around his waist from behind, dropping your cheek to rest between his shoulders.

Steve jumps just a bit, “you scared me. Sneaky thing.”

“Sorry,” you mumble against his back.

His hands run across your arms, “don’t you dare be sorry for hugging me.”

He squeezes your arms lightly before going back to your tea. The kettle’s placed on the stove, the tea bag ripped open and dropped into your mug. Then, he turns in your hold.

Your head is tilted upwards to look at him, and Steve can’t stop himself from pushing your hair from your face gently.

“Hi,” you say, a lazy smile on your face.

“Hi.” He pecks you once, twice, three times. “Still tired?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay. Hopefully this’ll help.”

Before you can say anything he grabs your hand and spins you around, making you dance with him with no music besides the sound of the kettle getting warmer on the stove.

“Steve,” you try to sound like you’re complaining, but the smile is evident in your voice.

This is much better than napping, you think.

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