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eliana kalogeras x reader x noah rising fluff

It was a crisp afternoon, the air carrying the faint scent of pine and fresh earth. The three of you found yourselves tucked away at a secluded spot by a lake, the perfect place to escape the noise of everyday life. Eliana, with her calming presence, was curled up on a blanket under a large oak tree, sketching quietly in her notebook. Noah, ever the laid-back and thoughtful type, was stretched out beside you, his fingers absently brushing over the grass.

You were sitting between them, smiling to yourself as you watched the clouds drift lazily by. The warmth of their company was all you needed to feel at peace. Noah caught your eye and grinned, nudging your shoulder with his.

"Bet I can guess your favorite cloud," he said, his voice teasing yet soft.

You raised an eyebrow, playing along. "Oh, really? And how do you plan to do that?"

"I don't know, maybe I’ll just read your mind," Noah said, flashing his signature mischievous grin.

You laughed, shaking your head. "Give it a try."

Eliana, overhearing the banter, looked up from her sketchbook with a smile. "He's not wrong, you know. He’s got an uncanny way of knowing things."

Noah winked and leaned back on his elbows, looking at the sky with a thoughtful expression. "It’s all about energy. I can feel what people are thinking."

You raised an eyebrow. "You do, huh? Well then, what am I thinking right now?"

Noah pretended to concentrate, tapping his finger against his temple. "Hmm… you’re thinking I’m ridiculously handsome and you can’t resist this charm."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide your smile. "Nice try, but you’re off by a mile."

Eliana laughed softly at your playful exchange, her eyes twinkling. She closed her sketchbook and patted the blanket beside her. "Come sit with me," she invited, her voice soft and warm.

You stood up and joined her, feeling Noah’s gaze follow you, a soft chuckle escaping him.

As you sat down beside Eliana, she nudged you lightly with her shoulder, her hand brushing against yours. "You know," she said, her voice low and sweet, "this is exactly where I want to be right now."

You smiled, feeling the weight of her words settle in your chest. In this moment, surrounded by the people who made you feel like you belonged, everything felt just right. With Noah’s easygoing charm and Eliana’s quiet strength, you knew you had something special—something that would last.

I hope you liked that! Would you like to add more to the scene or try something different? Let me know what you think!

The sunlight began to wane, casting long shadows on the grass, but the three of you were content, enjoying the peace of the moment. Eliana shifted closer, her head resting lightly on your shoulder as she closed her eyes, breathing in the crisp evening air. The peaceful silence was comfortable, with only the occasional rustle of leaves or soft ripple of water in the distance.

Noah sat a bit further off but still within reach, tossing a stone into the water every few seconds, watching it skip across the surface. He glanced back at the two of you and smiled, the kind of smile that was genuine and warm. "You guys make everything feel a little more… magical, you know that?"

You chuckled softly. "Magical, huh? You're not wrong. This place definitely has a certain charm."

Eliana’s fingers found yours, the touch gentle but grounding. "It’s more than just the place," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It’s the people you’re with."

You could feel her heart flutter slightly, and for a moment, the world seemed to narrow down to just the three of you—this small, perfect moment where nothing else mattered.

Noah rolled onto his side, resting his head in his hand as he looked over at the two of you, eyes shining with something unspoken. "I think this is one of those moments we’re gonna look back on, right? Years from now, we’ll be like, 'Remember that time by the lake?'"

"Yeah," you agreed, a smile tugging at your lips. "I think so too."

There was something about the way Noah spoke, always with a sense of calm assurance, like he could see the future, and in his mind, it was bright. You’d always known that Noah had a way of making things feel safe, like no matter what the world threw your way, you could always come back to moments like this.

Eliana let out a soft sigh, her thumb brushing over your knuckles as she leaned into you, the connection between you deepening with each passing second. She didn’t need words to express how much she valued this time, this feeling of being anchored to something real.

"Promise me we’ll always have days like this," Eliana murmured, her voice soft but earnest.

You squeezed her hand gently, looking at her with sincerity. "I promise."

"And no matter where life takes us," Noah added, voice laced with quiet conviction, "we’ll always find our way back here."

The promise hung in the air, unspoken but understood, the three of you wrapped up in the shared hope that moments like this could be endless.

You sat there, wrapped in the quiet and the soft murmur of the world around you. There was no rush to leave, no need to move, because you were exactly where you needed to be. The day was fading, but you knew the memories made in these quiet, simple moments would last far beyond the sunset.

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ieatpussyfromtheback

2 months ago

I need this next time I get high🤭

18+ mdni, collage au, use of marijuana, high sex, blink and you'll miss perv!vi, you smoke while she eats you (feral), spit, stoner!vi that got out of hand.

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dealer!vi who’s deep down a damn loser when it comes to you, an unmeasured crush that started out when you bought weed for the first time and she got your number under the premise of talking to you whenever she had good stash.

she stares for a good while at her phone after, trying to find out a reason to talk to you without sounding lame, the last time she was so afraid to talk to a girl she was what? sixteen? so fucking lame.

dealer!vi who leaves in the middle of a party cause you texted asking is she was up and well, it's her fault when she's spoiling you rotten, constantly selling to you her very best stuff at a stupid low price: she wants you to keep coming to her, so she makes sure of making an undeniable offer.

she's knocking at your door and it's way to late to be in the streets, standing with her hands shoved inside her jacket as she waits for you to open up.

dealer!vi who's impressed actually by your rolling skills cause how the fuck did you learn how to roll a joint like that? you have such a good technique she finds herself looking at it, fingers in perfect control as they swiftly pour the green from your purple grinder into king-sized pink rolling papers — is it indirect kissing when you're licking the paper and she can visibly see strings of your saliva? must be.

she looks at you when you light up the joint and the air is quickly filled with the intense smell of weed, a subtle fruity and citric aroma as you passed her the joint. indirect kissing. indirect kissing when vi's smoking from the very same spot you did, sitting close to you after selling you a good amount of weed and accepting a sudden invitation to stay for a while and smoke, make the journey at least a bit more worth it and not leave after five minutes with you.

it doesn't have to be just pure business.

you're oblivious to it, but her gaze lingers in your legs and the subtle way your shirt rides up showing more and more skin without you noticing, worried you'll find out she's right there high and dry in your sofa.

stoner!vi who laughs at your jokes, leaning forward when talking to you cause even high she just thinks about how beautiful you are, eyes red, half lidded, relaxed in the comfortable of your small apartment close to the uni.

and like a good stoner she forgets about she's holding the joint at some point, too busy with the conversation, your company and the atmosphere you’ve so easily created, the ashes falling to the ground now. she has sold you marijuana for months, yet she's not able to talk to you for more than explaining you what strain she's carrying to sell until well — now.

liking your photos, flirting but not at all, it's absurd the amounts of times you appear on her mind without even trying to, messy haircut, she's sure you have a tattoo hidden under the winter clothes cause she can be a proud stoner, but she pays attention, at least when she wants something, when it comes to you.

"are you ever going to make a move on me, vi? cause i'm getting tired of waiting for you to snap out of it."

and maybe it's the weed, that dizzy and nice sensation on her chest that makes her smile, cause she's sure you're pulling her closer even when she's the one moving on her own.

"a move, you want me to make a move on you?"

you're taking the joint from her fingers and she swears it's the hottest thing she's ever experienced, the way you were suddenly so close to her only to pull away after, letting the smoke linger in the air when you light it again: she has felt that very same thing before, the awful need of pulling you into a kiss.

"i thought it was obvious when i texted you in the middle of the night, but you don't seem to get it much" the music seems to drown her unsteady breathing, the loud guitars by the speaker in the table while your bratty attitude only seems to turn her on even further. "should i spell it out for you? send a formal invitation?"

stoner!vi who's really bad in controlling her force when high, cause her hand fist in the fabric of your shirt and she's finally erasing the distance she was once polite to keep, moving you without much effort across the cushions to pull you closer to her, make you lay on the sofa to pin you down beneath her.

her muscles flex on top on you and she's finally aware of the effect she has on you, when she's finally kissing you and you're responding to her even when she barely touches you — so maybe it's not as lame as she thought, cause her kisses travels down your throat, messy, sloppy open-mouthed kisses she places as she holds you there, still and where she wants you to, not lame at all when you cannot control yourself either, squirming, already asking for more.

and fuck it's good. she can smell the subtle smell of weed in your clothes, and swear could choke 'cause you're parting your legs for her, a silent invitation she just gets with no need to spell it out for her now.

"gonna smoke it all by yourself?" vi's messing with you at first, watching you take the joint you forgot in your fingers to place it over your lips — "or are you gonna share that with me?"

stoner!vi who fantasizes with the thought of spitting right over your parted lips when she's helping you smoke, lighting up the joint as she sits on top of you. she's slower, but her hips press down against yours just right, and trapped in between her thighs is a damn sight. her blushed cheeks match her cherry hair who's much longer now since the first time you meet her, and you, a demon as always, let your hand find the skin beneath her shirt, the pad of your fingers roaming against her hip bone, trailing it down her pants.

with two fingers, she places the joint over your lips. your breathing collides against her hand, and she can feel the softness in your lips for a moment before you're blowing the smoke in her direction, slightly and for nothing more than five seconds but enough to make her think about kissing you again, yearning when she's stealing kiss after kiss, taking away the joint to have you pay attention to her instead. needy.

the weed makes her like that she'd say, but in reality vi's going to pieces even before her eyes become glassy. shambles when the music on the speaker is not enough to muffle your gasps, the irregular sound of your breathing after she slowly begins to ask you for more — hungry even when she's full fed.

she's building you up, taking her time since she dreamed about this a lot, and she desperately wants it to make it last, savor it as long as she can have it, so vi's dragging your shirt upwards, enough so she can see the obvious lack of a bra, latching on the skin of your breast until it's bruised and sensitive, purple because of her.

you do have a hidden tattoo, only for her to see.

yet it's her name on your swollen lips what she enjoys the most, how she's there in your lungs inside you, the sound of your moans when you ask if she could keep going. your always perfect hair lays now messy, and god she just want to imprint the sight of you in her brain, how your skin shiver when she's kissing the expanses of your belly, that flirty look on your face she can see even when she's completely on her knees for you already.

"you forgot about the joint again, peach" vi mutters against your navel, her chin presses against your stomach and the mere contact makes your skin burn "you okay up there? 'cause last time i recall i was invited to smoke with you love, you're making me feel a little betrayed here."

stoner!vi who likes the fact you're smoking from her weed. may seem stupid but she damn prides on knowing you choose her every time even when uni is fucking plagued with providers all around: you praise about her quality, chanting about how good your high was, how she never disappoints.

the world seems to stop against your skin, the time dies between your thighs, the intense smell of your arousal clouds her with longing and her mouth waters at the compulsion to lean forward.

"it's not fair, making me feel so- fuck so-" the words die on her tongue, cause your panties are soaked through, clinging to your folds and she's already drunk on it, lost in the haze as she looks up to you, barely illuminated by the lights in the apartment, the ember of the joint lighting every once in a while.

"talk to me," your voice is rough as your hand reaches down to her hair, taking the long strands of the mullet between your fingers — "how do i make you feel, huh? tell me vi."

stoner!vi who's a chaotic eater. she whimpers at your praises as her tongue laps from over your slick underwear, drool escaping from the corners of her mouth as her nose rubs against your sensitive cunt and she doesn't really care if she stinks like pussy after, if you're gushing all over her cheeks as she's making your underwear to the side; she's surrendering entirely, spreading you with her fingers and sinking her face in your puffy, swollen lips already sticky with a sheen of arousal.

she cannot seem to have enough, one arm tangled around your leg as she's comfortable enough to gather a good amount of saliva on her mouth so she can let it fall against your already leaky pussy, scooping it with her fingers to use it as lube when her digits are forcing themselves against your entrance, opening you up for her as vi's mouth sucks greedy around your clit.

so you forgot about the joint laying between your fingers as you hold her face against your sex, moving your hips against her mouth until she's looking at you through half lidded eyes and you can see how her face seems to glisten thanks to you. vi seems to be hitting all the nice places when her fingers scissors inside you, rubbing on your walls as you become pliant in her touch, inviting as you seem to suck her in deeper.

stoner!vi who pays attention, cause she's fixated in your face when you fall apart, dissolving into pleasure, splintering in lust for a brief moment she prolongs as much as it's possible, slowly pumping her fingers inside your tight entrance to keep seeing that pretty face all constricted in need, babbling about how good she's eating you, how full you are when her fingers fuck you dumb like that.

stoner!vi who shoves her fingers in your mouth right after fucking you, using her thumb to trace them along the seam at first, coaxing you to open them for her, pushing down on your tongue as soon as she's granted permission.

it's her turn to smoke now.

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ieatpussyfromtheback

7 months ago

Late-Night Comfort

jonnie Gilbert’s x fem reader !!!

It was past midnight when you found yourself curled up under a blanket on the couch, scrolling through your phone. You knew it was late, but sleep wasn’t coming easily tonight. As the faint sound of your front door creaked open, your heart fluttered.

“Hey, babe,” Johnnie whispered softly, peeking his head in. “Couldn’t sleep either?”

You smiled at him, already feeling a bit lighter. “Yeah… just one of those nights.”

Johnnie shuffled into the room, his messy black hair falling over his tired eyes. He wore one of his oversized band hoodies, the sleeves covering most of his hands. Without hesitation, he dropped down onto the couch beside you, pulling you into his arms.

“Come here,” he murmured, wrapping you up in his hoodie as if it were a second blanket. You nuzzled into his chest, listening to the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat.

He gently ran his fingers through your hair, occasionally pressing soft kisses to your forehead. “I hate when you feel like this,” he whispered, his voice low and full of concern. “But I’m here now. Always.”

The two of you sat in comfortable silence, wrapped in each other’s warmth. His presence was like a grounding force, melting away the unease that had kept you up.

“Want to watch something?” he asked, grabbing the remote. “Maybe some bad horror movies?” He grinned mischievously, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the thought.

“Only if you promise not to hide behind me when it gets scary,” you teased, poking his side.

Johnnie chuckled, pressing his forehead against yours. “No promises, but I’ll hold you the whole time.”

And just like that, with him by your side, everything felt a little better.

Let me know if you’d like me to add anything specific!

#8.5 "Things I ✨️LOVE✨️ the idea of..." (because I can't share these things with people irl...)

Angel Dust x GN!Friend!Reader [Pt. 2]

What happens when Angel finds his bestie in heat? 🥵

CW: Reader going into heat, Fingering, Cursing, Oral sex, Self lubrication, Dirty Talk, Soft smut, Fluffy at the End, Crying during sex

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“Angel, I don't want to force you into anything..” You fist his shirt, “..but I trust you.”

Angel lifted your head in his hands to look into your eyes, “You sure?” He asks, wanting to be absolutely positive that this is what you want. You nod, struggling to stand on shaky legs, leaning on him for support. He gives you a soft 'okay’ and lifts you up to set you on the bed. Leaning over, he lets you grab at his clothes. “Off..!” You whine, trying to slide his shirt up, feeling his chest. Angel sits up to quickly shed his shirt, but his hand stops underneath the waistband of his skirt, panting softly.

You bite your lip and spread your legs, watching his hands rather than his face. He can't help the blush that spreads down his neck as he watches you expose yourself to him, slick with your essence. He feels the blood rushing between his legs as he begins to do the same, pulling his skirt and panties down together. Your lips part as he reveals himself, quickly sitting up and rubbing your face on his thigh, hands coming to grasp his hips. “Mmm..can I?” You moan, placing wet open mouth kisses against his thighs. Angel hisses quietly and moves a hand to the top of your head, “Y-yeah..” He stutters out.

With no hesitation, you move to nuzzle the base of his cock, lips sliding along the side before taking him into your mouth. His hands grip your hair, mimicking the moan you let out. “F-fuck babe!” Your eyes slowly close as you sloppily continue to suck, head bobbing back and forth, spit falling from your lips. A wandering hand finds its way between your legs, desperately humping your palm for any kind of friction. Angel accidently bucks his hips into your mouth, throwing his head back when he feels you choke on him. As much as he wanted to chase that feeling, he rips you off by your hair.

Crying out you immediately start whimpering to have him back in your mouth, “N-no! Please! ‘M sorry..need it! Wanna keep going! Wanna-” He cuts you off with a messy kiss, climbing to lay on top of you. You arch into his chest, submissively opening your mouth to let his tongue explore. An embarrassing moan escapes you as your legs instinctively spread wide. Your hips move on their own, trying to catch the tip of his cock on your hole. “Angel, please! N-need you inside!” You whimper against his lips in the kiss. He pulls away slightly, two hands sliding down to your hips, while another moves between your legs. He bites his lip, looking at you with half lidded eyes, “Shit baby, you’re so messy..” He grits out, gathering the slick between your legs and shoves it into your hole. Frustrated, you snap at him, tears streaming down your face, “I can take it! F-fuck! Don't neeed..” Your body automatically folds in half at the sensation, and Angel pushes you to lay back down.

“I've got you..gotta prep you first..” He grunts, pressing his finger deeper before pulling out to add another. Sobbing, you grip the sheets underneath you as he works you open, begging for his cock. He leans over you, pressing his chest against yours, trying to give you the contact that you need. Your arms quickly move to his shoulders and reclaim his lips as he adds another finger. Ghosting against his lips, you once again, try to convince him that you’re ready for him, “Angel, Please! Promise I’m ready, promise!” He slowly pulls his fingers from you, using the wetness to give himself a quick pump before rubbing it on your hole. You immediately tilt your hips up in an attempt to get him to move faster. The initial stretch lights your body on fire as you easily take him, forcing an unexpected orgasm from you. He leans down to cradle your head and sloshes his lips against yours to quiet the howling of your cries. He himself was struggling to keep quiet at the way your hole was desperately trying to milk him.

Not a stranger to overstimulation, he continued fucking you through completion and doubled down his efforts when you moan out for more. With two hands roughly grabbing your ass, he buries himself in you over and over, trying to give you exactly what you need. His other hand gently slides against you back holding you as he murmurs soft words of encouragement to you. “Doin’ so good, takin’ me so well b-baby,” He gasps, hip stuttering as he feels the heat growing in his groin. “So tight…gonna make me cum..s-shit!” Angel himself starts to moan at a higher pitch as he gets closer. “Y-yeah..! Yeah, fuck! W-where do you want it?!” He asks frantically, pressing his forehead against yours, as he whines “I’m gonna cum! Where do you want it!?”

Your legs tightly wrap around him and you pull him by his shoulders to put his weight on top of you. “Inside..need to feel it..need to feel you..” You mumble in his ear as he buries his face in your neck. He continues to roughly rut into you, even while holding you gently. Your head tilts and you bare your neck to him, panting out, “Mmm, please Angel!” Seeing you in such a submissive state throws him off the edge. He bites your neck as he cums, pumping himself to completion inside of you. The moment he finishes, you start to feel the heat from your body slowly diminish and the exhaustion sink in. As you continue to hold him just as tightly, you babble your gratitude to him, “Thankyouthankyouthankyou!”

When he finishes, he sits up only to lean back down when he earns a soft cry from you. He shushes you and whispers, “Hey I’m not going anywhere..” You both lay still for sometime, feeling the rising and falling of each other’s chest and hearing the soft breaths of the other. His arms pull you closer to him as he maneuvers you both to lay on your sides, still keeping himself inside of you despite himself softening. When he goes to stroke your cheek, he realizes that you fell asleep and pulls a blanket over you both. There’s a pang in his chest as he watches you breathe, content that you’re finally calm after seeing you in distress when he initially came home. He gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead before drifting off to sleep himself…

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Tbh when I started writing this and Pt. 1, I realized that I didn't know how to write a character in heat so I just tried to make them as desperate as possible... (0.0)

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ieatpussyfromtheback

7 months ago