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daddyricsdoll · 2 months

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congrats on 1k bff!!!!! well deserved 💖

requesting “Don’t make me pull over or I’ll fuck you till you can’t speak.” with oscar hihi

love u

- j

Ahhh thank you J!! And oh Oscar, I'd make him pull over and open me up, tell me he likes it and fuck me to death. 1k ✭ Celebration!

(After I wrote this I realised it’s similar to the last smut scene in To Love ✭ Lando Norris, but it’s still different, don’t worry.)

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It was painful to not be closer to Oscar; and he knew exactly why. This morning filled with hugs and kisses, but also grinds and teasing strokes of him against some of my more sensitive places. Making me whine and beg for him to ease my needs, but it was as if he enjoyed my suffering. Walking past me and getting ready as “we have a big day ahead.”

That being a long road trip through the Australian outback to a freshly built house right in the middle of it. He told me we could do all that we wanted when we arrived, but 6 hours is too long for a desperate girl. So what if I made him desperate too?

The passenger seat was a smaller space than I longed for, but when I spread my legs I figured it was good enough. “Osc” I breathed out, watching his face turn toward me and his eyes roam my body. I bunch my skirt up and drag my panties down my legs. Lifting one of my legs up to make it easier for myself and Oscar. “You know… you left me, so fucking wet. Thinking about your cock and how it feels when you stretch me out.” My fingers delicately touch myself as I keep my eyes on Oscar, his stuck on the road, flickering to me at every chance he gets. I glance at the growing bulge in his pants. “You wanna touch me Osc? Or maybe I’ll tease you huh? Gonna be a good boy while I make myself cum?”

“Don’t make me pull over or I’ll fuck you till you can’t speak.” Oscar’s words rough, but they were exactly what I wanted. Making me flush and feel more arousal pooling between my thighs.

“What happened? Why’re you so quiet? You gonna tease me? Make yourself cum or just sit there and look at me.” His words, enough to make my breathing uneasy and my stomach to do backflips.

“What happened to you? Gonna pull over and shut me up, or do you just enjoy lying?”

“You really do get your way don’t you.” Oscar grunts as he pulls over immediately. Reaching over the middle console and grabbing my body, helping me cross the middle and straddle his lap.

“I wanna taste you, but making you shut up right now would be even better.”

“Can’t you do both? Or is that too hard?” I only tempt Oscar more, enough that he doesn’t utter another word. Pushing his seat back and lifting my hips toward his mouth so he can start abusing me with his tongue. My back against the steering wheel and my toes curling as he starts torturing my clit. Cries and moans leaving my mouth as he relentlessly fucks me with his tongue.

His hands gripping my thighs that rest on each of his shoulders. I writhe against Oscar’s mouth, adding onto the friction and sparks emitting in my stomach. Goosebumps grow along my skin and I whine when he stops to bite the inside of my thigh. Muttering curse words against my pussy and then groaning when he dives back in.

My eyes rolling to the back of my head and arching my back when I reach my climax. Squeezing Oscar’s head between my thighs at the intensity of my release. And I already start to grow tired.

“Oh honey, you can’t be done yet. I haven’t filled you with my cock.” Oscar speaks so smoothly, but his words were firm. Making me even more drenched.

He takes one long lick through my folds before helping me off his shoulders and opening the car door. Carrying me with him before he places me on the hood of the car. “You shouldn’t be such a brat.” He starts talking his pants off harshly. Grunting his words and using my body as a toy, being the complete opposite as he was this morning. He spreads my legs open and pulls me to the edge of the car. Wrapping his hand around my neck and pounding his dick inside of me. Not giving me a second to get used to his size and the stretch but instead let him allow every thought in my mind to disappear and my attention to be utterly on his cock splitting me apart.

My mouth emitting the most unholy pornographic sounds. I bit my lip trying to quiet the sounds but instead I drew blood. The tears that filled my eyes blinded me from the beautiful man using me as his toy. Fucking me until I couldn’t form any coherent words. I brought this upon myself, but the immense amount of pleasure I gained from this wasn’t as anticipated. I whine and moan, begging Oscar, for what? I have no clue, but it only made him go harder. His hand around my neck made me see stars and his other hand playing with my clit made me see a universe.

I was on the verge of releasing, and the moan that ultimately left Oscar’s lips helped me achieve that. Coming and expecting to get a break but how could I?

One of Oscar’s hands is now pressing down on my lower abdomen, making me feel everything more intensely. The knot in my stomach grows tighter and I clench around Oscar moaning. Feeling him spasm and then release inside of me. Pulling out almost immediately and then flipping me over. Forcing my legs open even wider and they do just as he pleases.

His fingers coming down and collecting some of his cum that drips out of me. Leaning forward onto my body and slipping his two fingers into my mouth.

Oscar realigns himself with me and then thrusts inside of me with a force that felt as if the whole world stopped. Stopped for him to fuck me dumb.

Still having the same amount of vigour that he had when we started. Oscar keeps my body pressed down on the car, each one of his thrusts forcing my body to move with his. Tears fleeing my eyes to run down my face. And my pussy swollen, having all of Oscar’s attention.

It was unbelievable at how quickly my climax came, building up over many moments to last for a few seconds. But those seconds were precious. Oscar's cock sliding in and out of me, filling every part of me up. His cum being spread and dripping out of my tight hole. Only adding onto that as Oscar released again. Fingers digging into my hair to pull my head up and hear me scream as he came inside of me once again. My whole body feeble, that I was Oscar's puppet. Giving him the opportunity to control my body. Finally pulling out after his last few rams.

“Fuck, you’re dripping with cum.” He breathes out, his words almost forming into a moan. My mind blocked from any thought that could’ve entered, leaving me speechless, not even able to move my body.

“Such a little brat, can’t even speak huh?”

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jamespotterismydaddy · 1 month

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Behind Closed Doors

joseph descamps x reader

A/N: for anyone who cares

WARNINGS: smut!, light dubcon maybe, mean and jealous descamps

WORD COUNT: 1,082 words

You needed space. The party was getting rowdy and you were getting tipsy. You also couldn’t get the sight of Descamps shooting daggers into the side of your head out of your mind so you now find yourself an empty room, where you can kick off your heels and sit down. You still can’t figure out why he was glaring so harshly at you when all you were doing was dancing with some third year boy. He might hate you but you would have thought he would’ve been preoccupied with enjoying the party or at least, chatting up some girl.

“You shouldn’t wander off alone when there’s so many guys around.” You jump when you hear his voice.

“Screw off Descamps. I don’t understand why you can’t just leave me alone.”

“Who was that guy you were dancing with?” He grumbles, changing the subject.

“Why do you care?” You ask with a scoff.

“He was just a shit dancer.” You sense it in his voice… jealousy.

“Really? That’s all it is? Or are you jealous, Joseph?”

He looks pissed off at your insinuation but quickly pivots to careless amusement. “I didn’t realize we were on a first name basis.”

“And I didn’t realize you had a crush on me.” You tease, looking him right in the eye quite intensely.

“Why would I have a crush on an irritating brat like you?” He says defensively.

You ignore the insult. “You know, if you didn’t want me to dance with other boys, then you should’ve asked me to dance first. I might’ve said yes.”

“Of course you would’ve said yes, i’m the best looking guy in our class.” He puffs out his chest a bit as he says the pompous remark.

“The boy I was dancing with is also the handsomest in his class… and he’s a third year.”

He walks closer to where you sit. You try to look relaxed but he gets so close. His two fingers tilt your head up. “You’ve got such a mouth on you.”

The heat rises to your cheeks and you press your thighs together at the remark.

“I can think of a much better use for it.” His hand grips your shoulder as he coaxes you to your knees. “You know what I want?” He asks, palming at himself through his trousers. You nod, looking up at him through your lashes. “Of course you do. Bet a girl like you spends a lot of time on her knees.”

He fumbles with his belt buckle as you glare up at him. “If you want me to do this for you then you should stop being such a prick. You’re lucky I decided to do this.”

His cheeks go a little red but your scolding doesn’t make him any less hard. “Whatever.”

“Knew you had a crush on me.” You tease again.

“God, just suck already.” He pushes your head, fed up with your teasing. You wrap your lips around him slowly. You haven’t really done this before but you at least get the idea.

He whimpers when you start to suck him off gently. It’s clear that he hasn’t had this done for him before either. You think you’ll keep the fact that he whimpers in the back of your mind in case he decides to be an asshole at school again.

Descamps cums… fast with flushed cheeks and a groan. He’s clearly a little embarrassed about it too as you part your mouth from him.

“You would think that a guy who wanks as much as you do wouldn’t have this problem.” You say a little cruelly as payback for his light slut-shaming.

“The girl who just swallowed my cum should probably get down from her high horse.” He uses his hand to pull you up to your feet and then the same hand slips to your waist so he can keep you close.

“Tastes like shit.” You mumble.

“Hmm, does it?” He asks in an amused voice before he brings you in for a harsh kiss. “Tastes fine to me.”

He starts kissing your neck and before you know it, you’re pushed against a desk in the room. His hands roam freely over your body and one squeezes and gropes at your breast like he may never have the chance to do this again. Everything about his movement is inexperienced but very wanting.

“Ahh.” You gasp a bit as he nibbles at your neck, a distraction so he can slide his hand up your dress without you thinking twice. You then feel his fingertips against your panties. “Joseph!” You scold.

“C’mon just let me make you feel good. I just wanna return the favour.” He murmurs against your neck and you can’t refuse him.

His long fingers shove your panties to the side and he rubs them through your arousal.

“I didn’t think girls being this wet was a real thing.” He teases.

“Shut up.”

He rubs around haphazardly for a few moments before you guide him to your clit. Then it starts to feel good as he rubs around it in tight circles. He feels like a man as you moan into his mouth from pleasure he’s giving you. And when his fingers slip into you… you can barely keep yourself quiet.

“Yeah, you like that?” He eggs you on as he curls his fingers roughly against your sweet spot.

“Mmm, Joseph.” You whine and squirm from his rapid movements as you are used to a much slower pace from yourself. “It’s too much.”

“Really? Because with how your pussy is soaking my fingers, I would say it’s just the right amount.” He says, not slowing his pace even slightly.

He isn’t evil though, at least not completely, so when he sees how overstimulated you get after another thirty seconds, he goes back to rubbing your clit.

“See isn’t this just so much better than you being a brat all the time?” He smirks, not caring for your answer as he kisses you again.

“Oh, God. I think i’m gonna…” You spill yourself on his fingers, soaking his already damp digits even more.

“I knew you wanted it bad but I didn’t think you’d like it that much, doll.” He teases, pulling his fingers from you and licking them clean right in front of you. “Tastes delicious.” He murmurs. “Now, how about we fix you up and get back to the dance floor? I think it’s time we show everyone that you’re my girl.”

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puppy-steve · 11 days

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strawberry wine

real life has got me feeling stressed and uncertain so, naturally, i started thinking about a previous fic, which can also be read here

The kitchen’s dark, save for the light above the sink. Steve is elbow deep in soapy dish water when the radio on the china hutch behind him clicks on, a soft country ballad trickling into the quiet space. Arms wrap around his waist and Steve huffs a laugh as he reaches for the dish rag to dry his hands.

He turns in Eddie’s arms and is met with an expression that’s so open and full of love. It still catches Steve off guard sometimes, still not used to being loved by someone who proudly shows all of his emotions on his sleeve.

Eddie takes Steve’s hand in his as they sway in the dim light. Steve buries his face in Eddie’s shoulder and closes his eyes, letting him take the lead.

I still remember

When thirty was old

My biggest fear was September

When he had to go

The lyrics are like an arrow in Steve’s stomach. He grips Eddie’s shoulder tighter and presses closer to him as they continue to sway in the slow circle. Eddie just rubs a soothing hand up and down his back.

A few cards and letters

And one long distance call

We drifted away

Like the leaves in the fall

Doesn’t mention the tears seeping through his shirt or the way Steve’s shoulders wrack with silent sobs. Eddie presses a kiss above his hair and holds him tighter while he croons softly.

Strawberry wine and seventeen

The hot July moon, saw everything

My first taste of love

Whoa, bittersweet

“I don’t want you to go,” Steve admits against his shoulder, feeling a bit like a child throwing a tantrum. He thinks he’s allowed to be a little selfish when it feels like his whole world is being ripped away from him.

Robin’s transferring her community college credits to a state school after her gap year ends and the kids are a month away from graduation and starting their own college journeys.

Corroded Coffin’s been noticed. Their gigs at The Hideout have been growing ever since Eddie’s name was cleared and the murder charges were dropped and there was an actual scout at their last one. Talked to the band and showed them a pretty picture of fame and fortune.

And a way out of this cursed town.

And Steve? Steve has no idea where he’s headed in life. He gave college a try three separate times after Vecna and dropped out each time after a semester. Too stupid to understand what his professors were talking about and unable to keep up with the workload while also working full time.

What good is he if the world isn’t ending? If he isn’t being the protector, the body they need when shit goes sideways (it always goes sideways.) His parents were at least kind enough to pay off the mortgage and cover the utilities for at least a year before they fucked off to God knows where, but once that’s up? Family Video only pays so much and he’s definitely not being paid to drive the brats around every weekend.

“I know,” Eddie says, because they’ve already talked about it. The band’s been invited up to Chicago to meet with label executives next month to let them hear some samples of their music, and that means the possibility of signing a contract and finally getting their big break.

Steve is so, so proud of him.

He’s also so, so lost.

They’ve stopped dancing. Eddie is still running his fingertips along his spine comfortingly. Steve sniffs and pulls back just enough to look at him. His boyfriend has opted for a flannel over a band t-shirt today. Steve fiddles with the collar and doesn’t meet Eddie’s concerned eyes.

“But you have to go.” He sounds like he’s trying to convince himself. “I can’t hold you back from something you’ve waited your whole life for.” He gives Eddie a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Corroded Coffin is your baby.”

Eddie cups his face and frowns. “You’ll always come first, you know that, right? Even if I’m on the other side of the world, as soon as you say the word, I’ll come right back to you.”

Steve does know that, and it scares the absolute shit out of him. Being loved so completely and unconditionally. It’s been almost three years and he’s is ashamed to admit he’s still waiting for the other shoe to drop, for Eddie to wake up and realize he could do so much better than a washed-up has-been who peaked in high school.

For him to realize that Steve Harrington isn’t actually a good dude after all.

But he wants this thing with Eddie to last longer than three years. He wants forever with him and he can only hope that Eddie wants the same. So he swallows down his insecurities and self doubt and leans into Eddie’s space, pressing their noses together and taking the lead of the dance this time.

“I promise not to call too often, then.”

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#cj talks #cj writes #steddie #steddie fic #this new tagging format is ugly but it works. i promise i wasn't forgetting yall i just didn't realize you wasn't being tagged 😭😭😭😭#there was someone who asked to be added via dms but i can't seem to find the message?????

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heartfullofleeches · 8 months

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Ive become such a big fan of your writing and of so many of your ocs!! Incredibly down bad for several beans i wanna give em all a leetol forehead smooch

Heres some silly questions!

- for gemini/gemi , how would they react to havin a short lover ;v; imagining the size difference kills me!!

- BALLPIT ELDRITCH GOD AAA, i wanna give all their hands highfives!!! Would they be down for silly hand games ?( like rock paper scissors!)

- For Cholly! If they ever became the equivalent of a sexy tumblrman..whats their reaction?

Thank you again for your amazing writing!! I hope u have a good day!!! 💜💝💜

Gemi/Gemini: Unless they're a supernatural entity themselves, the twins' darling will always be shorted with how big they are expect for human form where they're somewhere over 6 ft. To answer your question - they love it. All Gemini thinks about is drowning you in kisses and carrying you around like the doll you are to them - but fears hurting you and also wants to somewhat respect your personal space. With Gemi, you never leave their arms and they will get pouty if you try to get around without them.

Both love making outfits for you, and they always fall in love all over again seeing you nestled in their feathers in bed or whenever they're taking a break from a long day at the lab

Ball pit entity: They would be delighted! Anything that's gets you to stay longer and interact with them is their new favorite passtime, but games are always so fun. I imagine a silly scenario where you battle from all at once and they'd either all lose to make you happy or win if the prize was getting you to stick around even longer

Cholly: Like some real life celebrities, they'd be deeply flattered, but try not to pay too much mind as they're already happily married to the love of their live if they had a darling beforehand. If their darling was one of these fans Cholly would sit on your bed, kicking their feet, reading aloud every little thing you've posted about them or reenacting scenes from fics/art you've posted or reblogged.

Reboot Cholly is pretty much the same, but that cocky brat will drop not so subtle hints to fans. -

"I'm glad you think I'm attractive. That's something you - and my even hotter spouse have in common."

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cerridwen007 · 1 year

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Put him in his Place.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Word count: 3k (18+)

Summary: Javier comes home from a particularly hard day at work and instead of being able to help him relax and take his mind off work like you usually can, he snaps at you causing you to put him in his place.

Notes/warnings: SMUT,established relationship,oral (female and male receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, slapping, rough sex, switch reader, switch Javier, powerplay, dirty talk, Javi being a cocky little brat.

A/N: This is the very first smut I've finished and am posting to Tumblr, so please let me know what you think/ what I can improve on. I'm pretty shit at editing but I looked over it a few times so hopefully it's okay/easy to read. Also when I was writing the start I kept thinking the song Sunny by Bobby Hebb would work really well with it for some reason. Like I was picturing it like a scene in a movie,(spoiler) Javi and reader just aggressively making out to that happy song haha, which I honestly don’t know if it's been done before. So if you wanted to maybe play that song just as you are about to start reading and see if it fits. Sorry for the long author's notes. Hope you enjoy it!

Javier and you have been rocky ever since Pablo Escobar got put in prison, a jail of his own design that was basically the opposite of a jail. Yes, Javier has been stressed since you met about work but now more than ever his stress has been through the roof.

Usually you were able to calm him down with a drink and some "relief" and he would be fairly relaxed till something else at work came up. You understood it was a stressful job and a stressful case. You just hoped it would be over soon because seeing Javier stressed all the time killed you a little inside. Although you didn't mind one bit helping him relax in more ways than one. Tonight was a bit different though.

Javier opened the door hard, making a loud bang, he slammed his fist against the door shutting it. "Fucken hell!" You cringed a little at the loud noises before walking over to greet him in the most soothing voice you could. "Hi Javi, baby, how was your day?" It didn't work. Instead of responding "not the best but atleast I'm here with you now" like he usually did before giving you a big long kiss, he angrily walks past you.

"I need a drink"

Before you can go to pour him one he grabs himself a full glass of whiskey and knocks it back in one go. He then starts pouring himself a second glass. You chime in trying to calm the lion. "Honey I made your favourite tonight! And after dinner maybe I could run you a nice hot bath, and then maybe I'll let you have a little show of my new lingerie set!"

Instead of scooping you up and taking you to the bedroom with a sly smirk on his face like you expected him to do he scoffs and shoots down his second drink of the night. He gets up and walks over to the door not even making eye contact with you.

"I'm going out, don't wait up."

You grab his wrist gently, "Hey I don't know what happened at work today, we can talk about it if you want but we don't have to but I don't think it's a good idea to drink your troubles away.

"God, nothing happened at work okay, stop mothering me and leave me like the rest do okay!"

His words hurt a little and they hurt hearing knowing he is hurting and that for some reason he doesn't want to confide in you about it or let you help him. But still you brushed them aside knowing that Javier struggled to open up sometimes.

"Okay I understand your upset Javi but please don't take this out on me okay I'm just trying to help you cause I care about you."

He pulls his wrist away from you and looks into your eyes with an anger you haven't ever seen in your shared home, a look that is only used when dealing with the most terrible criminals in Bogota.

"I’m not fucken taking anything out on you okay bitch, you're just being a clingy whiny child that won't leave me alone, for God's sake I need my space."

Something overcomes you, you are not ever an aggressive person even in the bedroom, and you knew that it was not the normal Javier speaking, no disrespecting, you like that and that he must have had a hell of shitstorm day at work but still, you needed to put him in his place.

You raise your hand and slap him fairly hard across his cheek. You immediately feel bad and go to apologise. " i...i...sorry I didn-"

"Do it again"

"What?"

"Slap me again, harder this time"

" if this is trap I don't want-"

"It's nothing like that, don't get me wrong I love how much you care despite what I said but this what I saw in your eyes as you slapped me, that passion, made me wanna ravage you all night."

Each word he speaks you see the desire grow in his eyes and the wetter you get.

"Stop talking."

You slap a little lower and harder on his jawline leaving a red mark that stings his smirking face. You both lunge at each other holding each other's face in your hands, lips pressed firmly against one another's, tongues slip in and out of eachothers mouth dancing around, encased in wetness.

Javier pushes you against the wall hard, smashing the glass of the picture frame behind you. You moan out in pain and pleasure. You push off the wall walking Javier backwards and your hands start roaming to each other's bodies each trying to get each other's clothes off as fast as possible. Your lips only break to catch your breaths and to get a better look at the buttons.

You push him up against the wall this time keeping you body close to his. He groans a little in pleasure as you do. He pushes off the wall and the shirts come off. In one quick movement he undoes your bra and hoists you up so your legs wrap around his hips. Throwing you against the wall harder times you both moan, you can feel his hard cock pushing against your waist.

He kisses down your jawline, down your neck to your breasts where he fondles them in his hands and sucks on the left nipple, the stimulation of one of your most sensitive areas causes you to moan loudly. You brace yourself with one hand on the wall palm flat. The other hand on the nape of Javi's neck moving up to his soft dark short hair.

He switches nipples, you grind against his cock hinting you want more as the desire builds up in you more and more. He takes the hint and pulls you off the wall putting his lips back against yours, hot and wet. His hands go down you back to your ass where they hold on for dear life. He backs into the bedroom. Your hand that was on the wall now holds his jaw. He turns around and throws you both down on the bed, him on top of you.

He strips your pants off you quickly before doing the same to himself. The heat between your legs rises seeing his toned tan arms flex as they literally rip your panties off you, pulling the shreds down your legs out of the way. He looks like a wild animal about to sink its teeth into prey, eyes alive with anger, hunger and lust. But you're not backing off in fear.

You pull him close to your body and roll so you're on top of him, and grab his member in his boxers firmly, he raises his hips and head up, his brows crease together overcome with pleasure with a tinge of pain. You grab the top of his head, his soft warm brown hair gripped between your white knuckles. Pulling a little you put him in his place.

"You won't do any of that till I tell you to.” you harshly whisper into his face, releasing his cock from your firm grip.

He stares in your eyes not breaking contact, his lips slightly turning into a smirk while his eyes are still very much alive with passion and hate.

"Oh yeah?" He growls

He flips you over so he is on top now. He grabs your wrists with one of his hands and raises it above your head. This is a play for power now. Javier liked your fire and control just as much as he likes having his own. So he wants to test to see how far you will go before you give into him.

"You're going to regret that" you say with a firm tone.

"Make me" he smirks

You lift your head to kiss him. He goes in for the kiss. You swerve and sink your teeth semi lightly into the crevice between his neck and shoulder, leaving a mark that will last a while. Javi pulls away and groans in pain, but is turned on more than ever. While he's distracted you pull your wrists apart from his hold and flip so you're on top again, straddling him.

"You're being a very bad boy," you hiss.

"Can't help it" he smiles, grinning.

You push firmly down on his chest and go to kiss the mark you gave him seconds before. You leave a trail of kisses and bites into his skins down his chest and stomach. He groans with every contact, each making his cock pulse in need of release. You make it to his boxes and pull them down slowly. You lick your lips and purse them around the tip of his dick. He whimpers quietly.

"I haven't even started yet baby and you're already whimpering, can't wait for you to start screaming my name."

You say smirking before putting your lips back on his throbbing dick, pushing the tip past your lips and adding a hand to his thick cock.

You start slow but quickly build momentum and his dick becomes slick with your spit and his precum. He fights the urge to buck his hips up and instead grips the sheets with one of his veiny hands and pushes some of your hair behind your ear with the other.

"F...fuck sweetheart.... you're too good at that!"

You smirk around his cock, your teeth lightly graze him for a second causing him to groan loudly. You fasten your strokes as he moans in total pleasure. You smirk to yourself knowing you almost got it out of him.

Moaning your name turns into incomprehensible whimpers as you bring him to his high, but you're not finished till you milk out every last drop with your hands firm around him, licking everything he has to offer.

Both of you breathless, you go up to his face and passionately kiss, exchanging the taste of him and his pleasure to his own tongue. He goes to sit you up and switch positions before kneeling in front of you so he can offer you some release now.

"Oh... no baby you don't have to do that... tonight's all about making you feel goo-"

"Please... let me... please let me make you feel as good as you just made me feel... let me taste your sweetness."

He was begging you to let him stuff his face between your thighs. God it made you feel powerful, to have a man like Javier on knees before you, you couldn't say no to that. Not to mention that everytime he ate you out, (which with Javier was often because he couldn't get enough of you) he left your legs trembling for the rest of the night from his fucken godly tongue.

"Okay baby, you've begged enough." You tease.

Before you can say another word his face dives between your warmth, head first into your wet folds. He licks a tender strip up your pussy before teasing your pulsating clit with the tip of his tongue. You throw your head back and uncontrollably moan out.

“Fuck!”

He wraps his hands around your thighs and pulls your centre closer to him. He slips a thick finger into you slowly causing you to arch your back into his touch.

"Javi" you breathily moan, totally succumbing to the divine pleasure that this man was devoted to giving you just with his mouth and hands. The pathetic whines you make as he slips a second finger into your hole, pumping them in and out of your pussy make his cock twitch. But he pushes down the need to be buried deep inside you till he fully repays the pleasure you gave him.

Knowing how close you are by the more strangled and loud moans coming from your pretty little mouth, he fucks you harder and deeper with his fingers and further stimulates your throbbing clit with his tongue, very gently biting down occasionally, blending the lines of pain and pleasure.

"Cum for me cariño, give me all your sweet essence to drink. He breathes against your wet centre.

Those words push you over the edge. A series of loud breathy moans escape your mouth, your legs trembling, threatening to crush Javi's head, but he doesn't care or notice. He is too busy working you through your high, licking up every sweet drop of your liquid pleasure he can get from you.

He eventually comes up and crawls up to you cradle your reddened face between his hands, passionately kissing your plump lips.The taste of both of your pleasures are exchanged, dancing around each other tongues. You break away, both of you still out of breath from the previous activities. He lies down on his back next to you.

Your mind flashes back to the start of the night, the events that ultimately led you here. You feel the heat rise in your cheeks once again as the anger you felt overcomes you once again. You think Javi still needs to be taught a lesson, and just thinking about putting him in his place makes your pussy ache in need for his cock to fill the emptiness his fingers left moments ago filled.

Noticing a shift in the air, Javi asks you what you're thinking about.

"Oh just how I still think you need to be put in your place Peña." You growl.

He smirks, loving every second of this new power dynamic he gets. "Oh you gonna teach me a lesson baby" he teases waiting for a reaction out of you.

"Oh you fucken bet, smartass" you snap back. Quickly you move on top of him again and slap his face.

“Your a very lucky man Javi, to be blessed with such a patient partner who is used to dealing your shitty attitude, offering every ounce of love and care she has to you every time you have a bad day at work, sucking your dick so hard you forget all you problems for the night.”

“Oh yeah I sure am lucky-”

You push your thumb to his lips while holding his chin in the rest of your fingers, shushing him.

“I wasn't finished talking!” you snap.

“Someone better teach you a lesson about manners before someone permanently shuts that dirty little mouth of yours.”

Javi gulps, his cock straining against your warm weight above needing more and more to release his show of affection in your tight wet cunt.

You tip his chin up, pulling your thumb down his lips slowly. You push your face close to his, mouths almost touching.

“What, cat got your tongue?” you whisper seductively in his mouth, licking your lips. Your hot breath causes his cock to pulsate even more and goosebumps to emerge over his neck. He swallows hard, a quiet moan escaping his throat.

“Good boy, you finally learnt that it's best to shut up then let your sly tongue ruin the fun for you.” you joke.

You once again firmly grab his throbbing boner and stroke it a few times before guiding it to your entrance, you slowly sit down on it, letting your cunt adjust to his wide length. Breathy moans fall out of both of your mouths. Once you reach the base, you let half of his cock fall out before taking it all again. You fasten your pace, arching your back as the angle his cock hits every time causes your breath to hitch in your throat, making strangled moans.

He becomes a whimpering mess below you, both from the pleasure you were bestowing upon him and because of his overwhelming need to turn you over and fuck the shit out of you himself, fueled by the need to appease and pleasure the one good thing in his life.

“Please let me fuck you baby make you feel way better than you can make yourself feel bouncing on my dick.”

You stare at him, at first annoyed but then smile knowing that nobody can make you feel as good as he can, even yourself. You felt you had teased him enough tonight not letting him take full control like he usually did. You smirk nodding and give a playful slap on his chest.

“Okay but you better fuck the shit out me pretty boy, make my cunt ache for days after this.”

“Oh mi amor, you won’t be able to even walk for days after this.” he said with a smirk twisting into a devilish smile.

He swiftly sits up to embrace you tightly, his pace quickly surpassing that off your own. The new angle hitting you somehow even deeper than before, causing your eyes to roll back into your head. You now are the one who whimpers pathetically, love-drunk on every mind numbing thrust Javi provides you. Chills run throughout your body as Javi brings you closer and closer to your orgasm. In between his deep grunts and breathes he whispers dirty, dirty words into your ear.

“Yeah that’s right… nobody can make you feel as good..as…I can cariño.”

“I love your tight little cunt….and those little desperate sounds you make… when I fuck the shit out it.”

“God you look so fucken pretty…. when you're about cum on my cock… wanna stay like this… with you forever.”

The both of you are so close, to help you finish he squeezes to tighter, closer to him, kneading one of your breasts with one hand and circling you clit with the other, using his hands as the anchors to enter your pussy as hard and fast as he can. Your hand reaches up to behind his head as you both simultaneously reach your high.

“Ahhhh…. fuck…. Javi…. you feel so good!”

You turn your head and look at him, he leans forward and kisses your forehead, panting hard as he rides out his high. He carefully slips out his softening dick out of your aching, sensitive pussy. You both fall into the bed holding each close as you catch your breaths yet again.

“Fuck I think i’m going to need you come home from work angry more often.” you laugh out of breath.

He laughs against the back of your neck. “Yeah also feel free to slap me whenever you want cause fuck… that was hot.”

You both laugh, nodding. This night turned out better than expected, and you wish to be nowhere else except here entwined closely with the love of your life, hot,sticky and tired after you extraneous activities, slowly drifting to sleep with nothing but the sounds of busy Bogotá and Javi’s deep breaths caressing your neck.

#javier pena narcos #javier pena #javier pena smut #narcos fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #smut #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena x reader

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002yb · 11 months

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Something about Dick kissing Jason for the first time, Jason's childhood crush just kissed him and his brain stop working

Convenience is the only reason why Jason stays over at Dick's apartment sometimes. It has nothing to do with how comfortable Jason finds it - homey and lived in with all of its clutter: knickknacks from travels, framed photos of friends, and hardy plants that can withstand Dick's hectic schedule and sporadically remembered watering.

There are quilts. Pillows. Added comforts for the sake of comfort and beyond necessity. It feels like a hodgepodge of decor - an atmosphere that reads of a lifetime in the circus and another in the manor; humble and extravagant and surprising no matter how often Jason has seen it at this point.

Back when Jason had first barreled through Dick's window, he thought he had the wrong place. It felt too nice for any bat-raised brat, though maybe Jason is the outlier (a compact studio that's all function over form; no valuables, no warmth; hard to trace and easily disposed of - hardly a home, but 'home' was always something foreign to him anyway). Drapes billowed around Jason from the breeze of the open window behind him and Dick stood in his kitchen, leaned against a counter while watching Jason curiously because Jason is positive he looked as lost as he felt.

He remembers the rug under his boot. Stepping back onto hardwood so he wouldn't dirty it. It's weird to him how that same rug is beneath his bare feet now, toes curling into plush softness before he brings them up onto the couch to sit cross legged. Stranger still is how some weeks ago when Jason fumbled through a demand turned request turned question: help me with a case? Dick smiled and invited him into his space and hasn't made Jason leave since: Yeah. Of course, little wing.

Not that Jason hasn't left. He only stays on an as-needed basis. For the case. Because Jason's continued presence here has nothing to do with Dick's cozy apartment or the comfortable couch Jason dozes off on multiple days of the week now. It also has nothing to do with a persistent and undying crush that has followed Jason through lifetimes.

This arrangement is strictly case-related. It's more convenient to stay. Their schedules - Dick's schedule, in particular - are hard to work around. To maximize their productivity, it makes sense that Jason be here. That aside, it's his case. Begrudging as he was to let Dick in on it, Dick has skill sets that have been invaluable towards finding a resolution (ie. Dick is a shamelessly cunning and manipulative bastard - he puts on a show well; he wears dangerous and dark well, a second skin); he's capable and lessens Jason's burden, speeding everything along by helping Jason be in multiple places at once.

It's a good partnership.

They're still in the thick of it; will be for a while, by Jason's estimate. A commitment Dick has been comfortable making because cases are less pressure than a relationship - leave him alone, damn.

Maybe it's the new single life Dick is back to that has him receptive to Jason's continued company. If whatever girlfriend was around, Jason wonders if Dick would ask him to leave - if he would leave, himself. An added bonus that Dick's company has been, at least Jason would have the apartment still.

Not that Jason is here for the apartment. Or Dick. It's a strategic base of operations, is all.

It's neither here nor there why Dick is agreeable to Jason crowding his space and cramping his style. They work, they eat, they sleep if time permits and then they do it all again. Working around Dick's day job is a pain if only because it's police work, but what's worse is that immediately after the day job comes the night job, followed by the added workload of Jason's tasks and after living staying with Dick sometimes for days at a time, well.

It stresses Jason the fuck out. He doesn't understand when Dick rests; he doesn't get how the hell Dick hasn't run himself into the ground already. Dangers of all the work Dick does aside, the pace isn't sustainable. Forget joining the ranks of the dirty thirties, Dick will find his way to an early death if he doesn't slow down. Jason has been there, done that; he can’t recommend it.

"Take the day off." Jason calls from the living room. He sits on Dick's couch, pouring over all the information and materials Dick gathered a few hours prior while Dick goes about getting ready for another day at the precinct.

He thinks he might hear a tired grunt, followed by a yawn and the sound of Dick bumping into a wall.

"Your work schedules are unreasonable." Jason complains. It's not the first time that he's done so. Unfortunately Dick is as stubborn as the rest of them - more so, arguably. And yeah, Jason can help out by cooking sometimes and having coffee ready to go, but domestic-adjacent help isn't a long term fix even if Jason did get to be domestic long term.

Dick needs to find some work-life balance.

"It's fine." Dick says, brushing off Jason's concern in a way that leaves Jason bristling. "I'll wake up in a bit."

Hardly convincing when Dick yawns for the umpteenth time in a matter of minutes.

"You'll pass out on patrol one of these days." Jason scoffs. "Just because I can carry your dead weight doesn't mean I want to."

Dick snorts from the other room. "GCPD is too high-risk to leave unchecked."

That Jason can't disagree pisses him off. Even still, he taps irritably at the laptop and glares at the screen as he grumbles, "You're overworking yourself. That's all I'm saying."

Grouchy as Jason tries to sound, Dick sees right through it to the earnestness beneath. When he walks out of his room dressed in his blues, he even looks refreshed - endeared. Oh, no.

"You're sweet, little wing."

Fuck. Jason ducks his head, lips pursed and cheeks warm. Dick shuffles about his apartment for a few minutes, drinking the coffee Jason set out before straying back to his room. Lest Jason give himself away more, he can't say anything further. He stays petulantly quiet, refocusing his attention on something that might be more productive than arguing with the wall that is Dick Grayson.

"I'll be back in the evening." Dick tells him. "We'll work more then?"

Jason grunts, sulking as he stares fixedly on the screen and the details of their case. For as strained as Dick is, the research that he's gathered for his side of things is good. Well, not good. It's terrible news, but it's insightful and damning and they can use it to their advantage.

"You might consider taking a break, too." Dick says. It does little more than earn him a withering glare, a weak snarl because the hypocrisy is truly staggering. Dick knows it, too. He snickers, hands raised in a show of placation as he relents, "Alright, alright."

"See you in a few," Dick says, checking the time on his phone before distractedly striding over to where Jason sits on the couch. If only because it's uncharacteristic and not how this routine usually goes, Jason furrows his brows, tilting his head to look at Dick and promptly going still because Dick leans down, brushing Jason's fringe back to kiss Jason's forehead before ducking out to get to work with nothing more than a 'thanks for the coffee!' tossed over his shoulder.

Jason stares after him - at the closed front door - eyes wide and thoughts so overwhelmed that his mind is blank.

What just happened?

Jason raises his hand to hold against his forehead. A blush stains his cheeks a pretty pink, then a flustered red from the tips of his ears to down his chest.

Another moment passes. Jason breaks over himself, closing the laptop and setting his work aside because fuck, that just happened. It's something easily explained away: Dick is exhausted and not thinking straight, or he got caught up in the domesticity of it all and fell back into what might have been a habit from the past. There's nothing to it, but even still Jason's heart hammers in his chest. Stuttering and skipping in time with all the butterflies in his stomach.

Stupid crushes.

The door opens again and Jason jolts to sit upright, still flushed and looking like a deer in the headlights. Dick stares after him, equally wide eyed - cheeks flushed in a way that Jason has never seen because Dick has done the impossible and managed to fluster himself.

There's no denying they're both wide awake now.

And Jason - he can play this any number of ways. A happy accident that he can shrug off to play it cool, a mistake that Jason can hold over Dick's head and torment him for, or it can be a chance. An opportunity no matter how long of a shot it is. Just the thought of it has Jason's heart skipping a beat, his breath caught in his chest; he had planned to take his undying crush with him to the grave (again), but what if...

Flirting is all plausible deniability until its not anyway, right?

"This is why you should stay home."

To kiss Jason again. To kiss Jason right.

Dick's lips quirk into something boyish and charming before he laughs, a quiet chuckle. He leans against the door frame, looking over Jason's expression, "Might kiss you again."

And - nope. It was a valiant effort but Jason is playing out of his league. Get him out. S.O.S. Abort.

Plausible deniability goes both ways and he thinks Dick might have done it better, the fucker. For the life of him Jason can't tell if Dick was making a self-deprecating joke or flirting back. It’s a critical hit either way just for the implication and Jason's heart can't handle it.

Something about Jason's expression must give him away because Dick huffs a laugh, a soft and endeared breath followed by a smile so devastating that Jason feels disarmed.

"Might let you if you do something to deserve it." Jason quips, cheeks flushed, all challenge when he says, "Like rest."

He doesn't expect Dick to call off of work, but his heart might stop when Dick does.

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And then they sit together and work on their case until Dick passes out, head pillowed on Jason's shoulder and Jason is the blushiest of boys.

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sky-kiss · 5 months

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A/N: Can't sleep. And horrible, horrible, unholy creatures prompted for soft ascended fiend. Please understand, any additional ficlets this week will be horrific and dark to counterbalance this crime.

Also. Using my OC (which I don't do here) to cheat this prompt. In an established universe. HAH.

Ascended Fiend Raphael: You think he chuffs? I think he chuffs.

“He’s making a mess of the place.”

“Well, we wanted to see what he was capable of?”

Haarlep fixes her with a withering look, lips pressing to a thin line. Their face is naturally expressive; Joi has the distinct pleasure of watching all his thoughts pass across his face without pretense or restraint. The sum of these parts amounts to an unambiguous: you fucking dolt.

“We knew. The princeling wanted to showboat. And now look.”

The fiend continues its rampage through the arena, tail lashing behind it, wings spread. Its fires burn brighter than ever, hot enough to leave the entirety of the building sweltering. A tinge of iron hangs in the air, married to sulfur and the sickly sweetness of charred flesh. Raphael has been neither subtle nor graceful in his carnage: the room is a mess of gore, devils, and demons alike.

A bolt of hellfire tears from its right hand, ripping across the arena. The Abishai screams in agony, briefly sputtering before its form gives way. Ash flutters about the arena, and the fiend howls its delight.

He’s beautiful, she thinks. All the wrath of the Hells made manifest. Raphael lifts his head, scenting the air. Robbed of his toys and the distraction of live prey, it looks for alternate means of entertainment. The creature’s good eyes fix upon them.

“If the brute comes over here, I’ll sacrifice you,” Haarlep grumbles.

She pats their chest. “I’m well aware.” He’s done it before; he’ll do it again. The incubus intends to outlive them all. “Help me down?”

Their expression twists with savage delight. “As the lady wishes.”

Haarlep holds her elbow as she climbs over the arena’s edge. The distance makes her dizzy, forty or fifty down into the pit, necessary for some of the beasts the Archduke houses below. Flight is an option, but it’s easier to fall, whispering the familiar incantation to make herself feather-light.

The fiend shrieks. Raphael’s voice bleeds into the bestial sound, one note among many; she holds onto this familiarity as it tears across the remaining space, hellfire, and claws. She swallows.

The claws of its right-hand curl around her waist, pressing just to the point of pain. Some break flesh. Raphael huffs again, sniffing, hot gusts of air ruffling her hair. Joi holds out her hand.

It kneels. The distance between them remains too great, the size difference too vast. The fiend hauls her nearer, chuffing, nuzzling the center skull against her chest. She trails the tips of her nails across his forehead, ignoring the hiss of pain in her side and the blood staining his jaws.

“You’ve upset Haarlep, dear one.” One could be forgiven for mistaking the sound it makes for a laugh. If nothing else, her duke preens, wings stretching to their full span. It tries to get nearer, to close what little invisible space exists between them, recognizing its scent on her skin. It purrs. “They worked very hard to find you all these toys…”

“...and he’s broken them immediately.” The incubus snaps, voice echoing around them. “Ungrateful little brat.”

"They're going to be insufferable tonight. You understand this, yes?" The right head’s expression twists in some approximation of glee. Joi shakes her head, cooing to the great beast until it finally sets her down. She kisses its ruined skull, motioning it to follow her towards the holding pens. Perhaps they will find new prey among the wastes; perhaps she’ll indulge its appetites.

So much potential. So little time.

#bg3 raphael #raphael x tav #raphael x durge #baldurs gate 3 fanfiction #my writing #do you want cavities?#because this is how you get cavities #oc: joi #ascended fiend raphael

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『 Seonghwa & Bratty Window Sex 』 | KTB ‘22

⇒ pairing: p. seonghwa x fem!reader

⇒ smut, hair pulling, window sex, bratty reader, pre-established D/S roles, dom seonghwa, light pussy slapping, rough sex, dirty talk, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (big no no)

⇒ word count: 1051

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Okay, so maybe teasing your husband wasn’t the best idea after all. Though this is pretty much exactly what you wanted, isn’t it?

Seonghwa has your naked body pressed flush against the floor-to-ceiling windows of your shared apartment on the 20th floor, thankfully far enough up that the people below aren’t likely to see you. He is still fully dressed, leaving not an inch of space between you two as he holds you from behind. One of his hands grips your neck with just enough pressure to make you feel fuzzy and the other is rubbing firm circles on your clit, stopping every now and then to give your pussy a few light slaps that have you jumping.

Earlier, per usual, you got home from work an hour or so before Seonghwa and went to change into comfy clothes, but you caught your reflection in the mirror and couldn’t help but feel a little extra sexy today. It has been one of those days when your hair is styled perfectly, your makeup turned out flawless, and you just feel as though you’ve been walking on sunshine since the morning.

Feeling confident, and also a bit mischievous, you couldn’t help but snap some nude pics that you knew would drive Seonghwa crazy. Afterwards, you picked a few to message him, but your finger lingered over the send button as you considered the potential consequences of your actions. You would be blatantly breaking the rules he has set forth for you as his submissive, but that is also what you find the most fun about such power dynamics. While being obedient is enjoyable, teasing Seonghwa by being a brat and then letting him punish you however he pleases is beyond tantalizing.

You mustered up the courage and sent the photos with a cheeky little message just to add fuel to the fire. He never responded, causing you to think he may not have seen it at all, but his intimidating demeanor when he barged through the front door had immediately alerted you otherwise.

It took an impressively short amount of time to get to your current position, goosebumps now rising on your skin from the chill of the glass as your palms lay flat against it to steady yourself. The feeling of Seonghwa’s fingers on your clit has you melting into his touch.

“Were you really so desperate for a punishment, baby?” he purrs directly into your ear, his hard-on poking against your ass. “You wanted me to use you like a fucking toy, hm? Is that why you were such a naughty little brat?”

You moan at his filthy words, not thinking fast enough to reply, and he slaps your cunt harshly to prompt your response. “Yes, sir! I wanted you to use me, sir!”

Your desperate words have him chuckling darkly against your skin. “If you wanted to take my cock like a good girl, all you had to do was ask.”

He removes his hands from you momentarily to quickly undo his pants and pull them down just enough to release his massive erection. He roughly grabs you by the hips and wastes no time in shoving his entire length into your needy hole, making you choke on a gasp and fight the weakness in your knees. Seonghwa’s fingers lace through your hair and abruptly pull your head back so that he can nibble on your earlobe.

“What do you say?” he growls.

“Thank you, sir!”

His grip on your hair stings intensely, but he distracts you from that pain by starting to kiss marks into your exposed neck and brutally thrust into your pussy. Without anything to properly grab onto while pressed against the window, you rely on Seonghwa’s strength to keep you from crumpling to the ground, overwhelmed with pleasure.

“This is what a brat gets. They get fucked like the desperate slut they are for everyone to see,” he pants against your shoulder as he picks up the pace, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. “Be a good girl and let everyone see how well you take my cock.”

While you’re both sure no one can actually see you well enough to figure out what you’re doing, the idea of someone watching you get absolutely wrecked by Seonghwa is far more arousing than you expected. The combination of this thought, his merciless thrusts, and his dirty mouth has you begging and moaning pornographically. Each time your pussy clenches further around him, he fucks you even harder, snapping his hips in perfect time.

“Yes, baby. Let me use this naughty fucking hole.”

You can tell by his pants and grunts that he is getting close to his climax, so you bring one arm down to stimulate your clit. Seonghwa is having none of it, finally releasing your hair and allowing you to press your face against the glass once again. He firmly grabs your wrist and wrenches your arm behind your back so that you can’t touch yourself.

“Sir,” you whimper in the hopes that he’ll understand what you want.

“Shut the fuck up and take what I give you,” he commands dominantly.

With a few more thrusts, he is burying his cock deep inside you and cumming as he bites down on your shoulder. The sensation has you moaning as well, but it isn’t enough to push you over the edge. You expect him to cater to your needs once he is finished, but he simply pulls out and takes a step back to admire his work while redoing his pants.

“Go get cleaned up,” he demands sternly, causing you to look back at him in total confusion. He can’t help but smirk at your neediness. “Is there a problem?”

“I didn’t cum yet,” you reply meagerly to his challenging tone of voice. He sighs and turns you around before roughly groping your ass so that you are pressed against him once again.

“Only good girls get to cum,” he taunts, only more amused by your pathetic pouting. “Maybe if you behave the rest of the night, I’ll be nice and let you cum before bed.”

Your eyes light up and he smiles at your desperation to please him.

Yeah, you think to yourself. Sending those photos was definitely a good idea.

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luvinus · 2 years

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Hello! I'd like to request for househusband headcanons with the octotrio please! What's your interpretation of them as househusbands? :D

Househusband Headcanons - Octavinelle Edition

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Genre: Fluff, Romance

Warnings: The waiter being an absolute SIMP for these fish men

Waiter’s Note:

"Oh my gosh, hun. You're kiLLING ME I'M SUCH A SUCKER FOR DOMESTICITY I CAN'T- (X-X)"

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Azul Ashengrotto

Ever since you two got married, he's always been in charge of meals. Not only because he wants to watch his diet, but also to arrange the most luxurious dinner for the both of you. I sincerely wish I was you.

If you like to cook, he'd happily invite you to help him. It'd make things much faster, and you two could spend some time together while you're at it. <3

As you open the door and step into your shared home, the exhaustion of the day hits you like a truck. You take off your coat and leave your shoes by the door when you notice the absolutely delicious aroma coming from your kitchen. Your husband peeks into the hallway at the sound of your arrival. There he stood, cooking utensil in hand and sporting apron over the comfortable clothes he put together this morning. Azul gives you a smile, sensing your fatigue. "I'm almost done over here, Angelfish. Take your time and wash up," he says before resuming his work back at the stovetop.

OH AND WAKING UP NEXT TO HIM FWUOINRU. He'd look so pretty; hair tousled and voice soft while he's still blinking away the sleep in his eyes. Azul would nuzzle his face into your neck, refusing to get up when you had to leave for work early in the morn.

But, he'd never admit to it. He adamantly refuses your claims when you tease him about it, saying that he doesn't know what you're talking about, all with a pink dust on his cheeks. I'm losing it over this man.

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Jade Leech

I feel like he'd love to clean and keep his living space organized. Also, he'd always rearranging his little terrariums and potted plants around the house. You didn't realize how many there really were until you noticed that they changed about every week or so-

On that note, with all the moving around and cleaning being done, he'd most likely move and organize your things too. You're not sure if he hides your things on purpose just to keep you in the house for longer, but now you can't find your favorite pen. Huh, where did your signed documents go? You swear you had your phone around here somewhere... This little brat would INFURIATE me, but I love him, so I guess I'll forgive him.

Checking the clock, you realize that if you weren't up and gone in the next 10 minutes, you'd be late for work. You rush to stand up from your seat at the table, where lukewarm pancakes adorned with berries, chocolate chips, and syrup were found. You stuff one last big bite into your mouth before sprinting for the door and sitting on the ledge to put on your shoes.

Suddenly, you feel a weight atop your head, and you look up to see Jade standing with a playful smile, his lips parting to say, "Hurry along now, or you'll be late, my darling." He plants a kiss on your temple before pinching your nose affectionately. You give him a peck on the lips, tasting of sweet maple syrup, and hustle out the door.

Ok, hear me out: massages. I just KNOW this man gives the best massages ever. His big, strong, soft hands moving up and down your back, kneading at the tough spots of taught muscles along your shoulders and lower back. I just got shivers.

On days where you're really worn out, he'd simply cuddle with you in bed while running his hands up and down your back. He'd whisper words of affirmation and sweet nothings into your ear until you finally fell asleep.

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Floyd Leech

Very, VERY cuddly. This man would run towards you and latch onto you the moment you came home; he missed his little shrimp so much!!! It's so cute when he does this, like having a big puppy constantly circling around you like a shark. lol

Still somewhat helpful around the house. Your shared room will forever be messy though, so say goodbye to your favorite pair of socks. Floyd would probably steal your clothes too, so much so that your side of the closet seems noticeably emptier than it used to be...

You sigh as you dumped the big pile of warm, freshly-washed clothes onto your king sized bed. That's right, it was laundry day - the day of your triumph after finally wrestling Floyd to clean the room and whisk away all of the dirty clothing. While dividing the laundry based on who it belonged to, you hear Floyd come in.

Turning to look at him in his green and gold eyes, a spark flies between the two of you. It was always a race to see who could finish their side faster, you or your tall eel husband. "Hey, hey, are you ready now, little shrimp~? I won't go easy on you, 'kay~! Just don't go crying about how you lost to me!" "Oh, we'll see who's gunna lose this time!"

OH MY GOSH, he would totally make a game out of matching the socks together. He'd make a competition or game out of anything; that's the ONLY way he's even slightly tempted to fold the laundry.

On a different note, he'd probably also hide things from you, just to piss you off. <3 Not only that, but he'd put them in places you'd never expect. Like, why is your hair brush in the kitchen cabinet? Why is the jar of strawberry jam in the bathtub???

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lemon-muncher · 1 year

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Reader smacking Katsuki's juicy ass jokingly one day, and Katsuki finding out he gets turned on by it??? But at first he's really shy and in deNiaL about it, but later on when reader does it (in private) again he moans accidentally and ensues teasing and sexual tension??????

bLUSHY BLUSH KATSUKI AND AGGRESSIVE SHYNESS UGHHH 🤌

I was actually writing a draft for the other Rin piece you asked for and then I saw this and was like " Imma make that boy suffer"

My inner alpha just can't take it😣😫 (I hate myself for that... sorry)

Anyways enjoy a very overdue Bakubottom

I also made the reader male since it wasn't specified

Since dating Katsuki, you've come to realize that his bratty attitude is much more than an act to seem tough in front of his classmates. He'd talk back to you despite being in agreement with you. He'd break 'rules' such as wiping away your kisses or purposefully leaving you on read. It annoyed you. Like any good boyfriend, you had ways to keep him in line.

You started off small by pinching his ear when he had an attitude or even restricting alone cuddle sessions with him. Luckily, your tactics worked...only for a while. Soon, your blonde boyfriend would act out more despite these punishments. You had to constantly think of new ways to keep him in line. And ideas were going to run out soon.

Currently, you stood smushed between a bunch of UA students. You were all cramped into the hallways as paparazzi tried to infiltrate the building, which was an unfortunate common occurrence. Katsuki happened to be next to you. He had his arm wrapped around your bicep in hopes of not getting separated from you.

It would have been cute if it weren't for him screaming at the top of his lungs to get people to move. You already had a headache from the commotion but Katsuki only made it worse. "GET THE HELL OUT MY WAY!" His loud voice was unheard from the noisy situation. You weren't sure why you did it but Katsuki was testing you patience. You lifted your hand slightly only to quickly bring it down on his ass. It was quick, stattling the both of you.

"I swear if you don't shut the hell up, Katsuki." Your voice was stern and dominant. You had guessed your 'love tap' worked since Katsuki looked the other way with a red face, indicated by his red ears. As you escorted him through the crowd, Katsuki bit the inside of his cheek, hoping you wouldn't see him in such a state. His mind was foggy and his heart quickened from such a confusing yet pleasurable action. His hard on was screaming for some form of released, luckily the crowded hallway hid it from others.

As the day continued, his mind continued to wonder towards the suttle sting on his ass. He couldn't help but wonder what would happen if you spanked him again. It clogged his mind so much he didn't even notice you dragging him to your dorm.

You threw him into your room causing his body to fall onto your twin sized bed, snapping him out if his 'trance-like state'. "Oh! Y/N what are you doing?" His cheeks turned a pretty shade of red as you trapped his body under yours. He knew he messed up from the cold glare plastered on your face. His inner brat made him squirm in your grasp, whining for you to let him go. "Why do you keep spacing out, Kats?"

Despite you soft voice, your eyes read that of a wild lion ready to pounce on its prey. Katsuki could only stare in at you as his face continued to redden. "Well? Are you just gonna stare at me? The hell's going on with you?" Despite your obvious concern, all the blonde could do was sink deeper into the cotton bed under your demanding gaze. "Can't stop thinking... of earlier.'' Almost in a stutter, the blonde's voice trembled as his truth spilled from his lips. And once he started, he couldn't stop despite how much he wanted to. He told you of how the sudden sting in his ass kept his attention from you all day. He spoke of the sudden fantasies that filled his head.

"Is that so..." Your eyes grew dark at the new information. Katsuki soon started to panic at your quick change in expression. "Who knew Katsuki Bakugou was such a pain slut! I would have though Midoriya was the class whore but~ I guess it's you... I sure am lucky!~" You groaned from above your boyfriend, his eyes wide and his face red from your voice. "Y/N~ Please help me!" A desperate cry left luscious lips and he pulled you down to grind against you. At the very second, almost as if a telepathic force was at work, you both knew you would have an interesting night.

Sorry this took so long to get out. I've been having the worst writer's block and I have a $60,000 scholarship interview to get ready for so I've been crazy busy. But know, I'm always trying to get something out for you guys. Now, I need your help...

#dom reader #sub character #bnha #mha #dom male reader #sub bakugou #bakugou x reader

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mlchaelwheeler · 2 years

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Mike, El, and familial coding

I think that one of the biggest arguments against Mike and El working out romantically (besides their fake behavior, the constant lying, the lack of communication, etc) is the numerous parallels between Mike and other familial characters in El’s life. In this analysis, I will be pointing out parallels both between Mike and the parental figures in El’s life (Hopper, Papa, and Joyce), while also highlighting the sibling-like narrative between Mike and El. This is going to get pretty long, so stick with me-- it will be worth it (hopefully)! I also noticed a few of these less-obvious parallels from reading other posts on here, so I’ll tag the op and a link to the post they pointed it out in. Ok, that aside, let’s dive in!

Parallels between Mike and the parental figures in El’s life, act I: Hopper (limiting El's independence)

Mike’s very first role in El’s life was that of a protector and teacher. He found her in the woods, took her to his house, and gave her a safe place to stay while the party searched for Will. This first scene of Mike and El meeting in the woods in S1 is our very first parallel to El and Hopper’s relationship: 1x01 vs. 2x03. In 1x01, Mike finds El in the woods, just like Hopper does in 2x03 (in a flashback). They both bring El to their respective home and take care of her, while also teaching her about the world. Mike teaches her about friendship (”a friend is someone you’d do anything for”) while Hopper teaches her about safety (”we’re not stupid”).

Up until the end of S1 when Mike kisses El (more on that later), he is taking on the role of a parental figure with her. She basically knows nothing about normal life, so the burden falls on Mike to teach her everything he knows. Just like Hopper, Mike teaches El new vocabulary ("promise," "mouthbreather," vs. "compromise," "brat"), how to tell time ("when the numbers read 3-1-5" vs. "it’s 8:15, not 8-1-5"), and what a good level of privacy is (Mike letting her keep the bathroom door open a crack vs. "three-inch minimum!"). At this point, Mike’s just a twelve-year-old kid, but he’s trying his best to be what El needs, as he needs her to find Will.

I also just want to quick mention the eggos here, because they’ve kind of become a romantic symbol for Mike and El among shippers, which I find funny. Sure, Mike made her eggos, but Hopper did too! He left them out in the woods for her and made a triple-decker-eggo-extravaganza as an apology. Also, is liking eggos the only personality trait Mike has cared to learn about El? That was just the first food he gave her-- it doesn’t mean they’re her favorite. Away from Mike’s influence, El has learned to like lots of new foods, such as milkshakes and pineapple pizza (which Mike calls "blasphemous" and is subtle queer-coding, but I digress).

Anyways, despite Mike and Hopper’s teachings, El begins to feel stifled in both relationships and decides to gain some independence. In 2x03, El leaves the cabin despite Hopper’s warnings, and in 3x03, El goes to the mall, only to be reprimanded by Mike. Both Hopper and Mike consistently believe that only they know what’s good for El, not giving her the space to be her own person.

Both situations blow up: with Hopper, they get into a fight and El uses her powers to smash up the cabin and then eventually runs away to Chicago-- she doesn’t see Hopper for the rest of the season until they reunite at the end of 2x08. Similarly, El going to the mall ends up with her and Mike getting in a fight, where she dumps him-- she then doesn’t see him until the group reconvenes to find Billy.

While we’re on the topic of reunions, let’s look at this clear parallel between 2x09 and 4x09. In 2x09, Mike and El reunite after a year of El being "dead." Mike tells El, "I never gave up on you. I called you every night." He first tells her how he felt about her going missing, and then follows with his action based on that sentiment. El and Hopper’s reunion in 4x09 is eerily similar, as they reunite after nearly a year of Hopper being "dead." El tells Hopper, "I never stopped believing. I kept [the door] open three inches." Just like Mike’s statement, El tells Hopper that she never believed he was actually gone, then follows up with an action based on that belief. They also both share a meaningful hug here, but Mike and El don’t kiss, which makes the reunion seem more platonic than romantic.

El also seeks support from Mike and Hopper in similar ways. In the "two days later" segment of S4V2, there is a clear parallel between El leaning her head on both Mike and then Hopper’s shoulder. The way the two shots are framed in position is nearly identical-- El doesn’t even try to hold Mike’s hand, she just leans into him the same way she does to Hopper.

Another thing Mike and El shippers like to claim as their thing is "bitchin.'" However, that’s funny because it started with El and Hopper in 2x09 when she shows up in Hawkins with a new look. Hopper notices that El has a new style and accepts that even though it’s different, it’s still cool. In 3x08, Mike and El have the same conversation, after he comments that he likes her new style. This happens again between them in 4x02 at Rink-O-Mania, which is supposed to be a romantic day for Mike and El, so it’s funny that this parental-type quote was brought up again. Both Mike and Hopper are being forced to confront that fact that El is moving on from needing them in every aspect of her life, and is instead finding her own independence.

In 3x03, Max brings up one of clearest parallels between Mike and Hopper for El. At the GAP, El asks Max how to know what she likes. At this point, El has been told what she likes by first Mike and then Hopper-- she's never even had the chance to consider what she herself might enjoy. Max tells El to think about her own heart, not Mike, not Hopper. This is important because it's dialogue that kick-starts El's independence arc in S3, which she can only do once she's apart from Mike and his overbearing influence.

Even though Mike started out as El's (really) only link to the normal world, it's clear that at this point in the narrative she doesn't need him anymore. Sure, he'll always be special to her-- which is why they'll be great friends once they realize they're not compatible romantically-- but they're not destined to be endgame. Mike was what El needed in S1. However, now she has Hopper, Joyce, Will, Jonathan, Max, and lots of other people who genuinely care about her well-being and support her.

Parallels between Mike and the parental figures in El’s life, act II: Papa (idolizing El's powers to an unhealthy degree)

Now before discussing the parallels between El's relationships with Mike and Papa, I want to make it clear that Papa is abusive. He's evil. He's irredeemable. Mike is none of those things. Does his relationship with El share some similarities though? Yes, yes it does. However, this is not to show that Mike is abusive of El. Instead, it's to show that El has moved past needing Mike, and has realized she can move forward independently on her own. That aside, let's continue!

One of the biggest parallels I noticed between Mike and Papa was made abundantly clear through dialogue in S4V1. In 4x02 after El attacks Angela with the roller skate (good for her!) Mike runs up behind her, and instead of comforting her, helping her with Angela, or being supportive, he just asks, "What did you do? What did you do?" This is also a parallel to go S1, in which after the party sees Will's body in the quarry, Mike yells at El, "What is wrong with you? What is wrong with you?" The exact same line from Mike at Rink-O-Mania is said by Papa in 4x02 after he finds El in the Rainbow Room (in El's flashback after hitting Angela).

Papa is shocked by what El has done with her powers, as she's (seemingly) spiraled out of control and done something terrible. Even though she didn't really kill all the kids, Papa still thought she did and blamed her for it. Similarly, at Rink-O-Mania, Mike is shocked by what El did to Angela, even without having powers. He obviously is not ok with what transpired, and does seem scared of her initially, based on his expression-- despite the lie he tells her during the monologue. Mike doesn't go after El, doesn't attempt to comfort her, and even blames her at dinner with the Byers family, causing her to storm up to her room (Mike doesn't care that this occurred nor does he try to fix it until the next day when he still refuses to take responsibility for his actions).

Another interesting parallel between Papa and Mike is what they actually refer to El as. In S1 and S4, Papa exclusively refers to El as "Eleven"-- it's the only name he calls her, as she's his special little experiment. When El meets the party in 1x02, Mike is the one to give her the nickname "El." The funny thing is, Mike is the character (besides Papa) who calls El "Eleven" the most often. Even though he picked the nickname, he still refers to her as "Eleven" (not "El," not "Jane") multiple times. Even during moments in which they should be comfortable with each other or baring their souls to each other (such as their fight in 4x03), Mike uses "Eleven" to refer to her.

The last stand-out parallel I'm going to be discussing between Mike and Papa in regards to their relationship with El is another dialogue cue from S4V2. When El escapes from NINA and gets her full powers back, Papa attempts to give her a little pep talk, telling her she'll "need to fly." Interesting choice of words, since those are not what her powers actually entail, but it's a throwaway line (seemingly). However, this exact sentiment is brought back in 4x09, during Mike's infamous monologue. About halfway through, he just starts spouting out words (nearly all lies), trying to get El to wake up. He overexaggerates her powers, claiming that "[she] can move mountains, [she] can fly."

Now, we know this is a lie. The closest El has come to flying was in 2x09 when she closed the gate at HNL and levitated. However, flying? Moving mountains? Michael. Let's think rationally here. Just like Papa, who idolizes El for her powers, Mike is once again putting El on a pedastal, only focusing on her superhero abilities when she wants to be loved despite her powers.

To Papa, El is his special little experiment, his best subject. To Mike, El is his superhero, his girlfriend who has saved the world twice. Their love for El doesn't really go beyond that construct. Papa never showed any real love for El, only for what she could be used for. Mike doesn't seem to love anything about El except that she's a superhero-- even when talking to Dustin, he can't find one personality trait or interest of El's to highlight, only the fact that she's a badass with powers. It's sad and stifling, and just like with Papa, El needs to accept the fact that Mike isn't good for her and move past their relationship so she can fulfill her independence arc.

Parallels between Mike and the parental figures in El’s life, act III: Joyce

This parallel isn't really an analysis, it's just more of an interesting observation in which again Mike is paralleled to one of El's parental figures. In this post by @bylerisrequited there is a clear parallel between 1x07 and 4x09.

There really isn't much to say about these scenes, but it is interesting that one of the only times Mike and El are alone during S4 is directly paralleled to a moment between El and Joyce. Perhaps it's foreshadowing that El only wants comfort from Mike in a familial way? It did seem like El was about to break up with him in this scene after all. Whatever the case may be, this parallel seems too spot-on to be accidental. It's simply another case of coding Mike as one of El's family members by paralleling him to her mother.

Narrative between Mike and El as siblings, act I: S1

Honestly, the sibling energy between Mike and El in S1 is through the roof. For almost half of S1, Mike is nothing but nice to El-- he wants to help her (because she'll help them find Will) and develops a fondness for her. However, does he actually like her romantically? No. The evidence? Let's take a look at 1x03, when Lucas tells Mike it's obvious he like-likes El. Mike is at first confused, then rejects the idea. It's clear that up until that point, he had never even considered liking El that way (I talked more about this moment here, if anyone's interested).

Throughout a lot of 1x02 and 1x04, El is paralleled to Nancy (Mike's sister). In the Wheeler's living room, El calls Nancy "pretty," then after dressing El up in Nancy's old dress the next day, Mike calls her "pretty, really pretty." This is a clear parallel that shippers love to call romantic between Mike and El-- it's not! It's just another dialogue cue paralleling El and Nancy.

Furthermore, during 1x08 (the scene that is supposedly Mike and El's "big romantic moment" of the season), El asks Mike if he'll be like her brother minutes before he kisses her. Now, it's important to look at the context here. El and Mike have known each other for less than a week at this point, and El has just started learning about the basics of normal human life and relationships. I'm positive that since she didn't even know what friendship was in 1x02, that she would have absolutely no idea what a romantic relationship would entail. Based on what she's learned from Mike, the only difference between a "sister" and a "girlfriend" is that you can't go to the Snowball with your sister, because it would be weird.

So far, Lucas has told Mike that he should like El romantically. Dustin had told Mike that Lucas is jealous of his focus being on El recently (despite the fact that it's to find Will). Nancy has asked Mike if he likes El. From all of the people closest to him, Mike keeps being bombarded with heteronormativity: meet a girl, develop feelings for her despite having nothing in common, fall in love with her, and date her-- because when you're a normal guy and you meet a nice girl, that's just what you do.

So when Mike remembers the snowball, of course he tells El that he can't be like her brother. The funny thing is, before saying this, Mike describes El as his sister. He says, "my mom will be like your mom, and Nancy can be like your sister." He then reaches himself in his mental list and gets confused, because he sees himself as her brother, but that isn't possible if he's supposed to like her romantically. So instead he says "no," he wouldn't be like her brother. When El is confused, Mike doesn't have a good explanation. He just kisses her because that's what you do next in a normal relationship. She's a cool girl and he's a regular guy, and they're apparently supposed to like-like each other, so the next logical step is kissing.

Another funny familial parallel between Mike and El is in 1x04, when she's introduced to Mr. Clarke as Mike's cousin from Sweden. Why Mike's cousin? She couldn't have been a visiting friend? A cousin of Dustin's? In my opinion (and especially with that wig), El looks more similar to Dustin in S1 than she does to Mike. Yet, the Duffers went out of their way early on to show the audience again that El and Mike are like family to each other-- not romantically oriented, but instead platonic.

One last clear dialogue parallel between Mike and El as siblings is in both 1x07 and 1x08, and was originally pointed out by @paladin-n-cleric in this post. When El finds Will at Castle Byers in the void, she holds his hand and does her best to reassure him. She tells him, "Just hold on a little longer." One episode later, when El is trying to gain back her strength from killing a bunch of soldiers, Mike holds her hand, and in a direct parallel to the earlier episode says, "Just hold on a little longer."

In 1x07, it was El reassuring Will, and they end up becoming siblings (true family) in S3-4. During an emotional moment between Mike and El later on, this exact same exchange occurs. The clear repeat of dialogue is a clue to the audience that hey! These two scenes are connected! Perhaps it's alluding to the fact that Mike and El are really just looking for family-like reassurance at that point, and nothing romantic.

Narrative between Mike and El as siblings, act II: S2

Even though Mike and El are separated for most of S2, their brief moments together are familial coded (in a romantically coded season between Mike and Will, I might add). I already discussed Mike and El's reunion scene in 2x09 paralleling El and Hopper's reunion in 4x09, so instead, let's talk about the Snowball. Despite being a romantic dance that Mike and El discussed in S1, it's actually very platonically coded for Mike and El, with clearly parallels to other character dynamics that are sibling-like in nature.

First, El's attire. It's extremely doubtful that Hopper bought El that dress she wears to the Snowball, or is the one who did her makeup. Now, it's possible Joyce did El's makeup, but where did the dress come from? It's a pretty widely accepted theory (at least here on byler tumblr) that El's dress is actually Nancy's. This is a pretty clear parallel already to the fact that El wore one of Nancy's old dresses nearly all of S1.

If we look at the framing of the actual Snowball though, Mike and Dustin are clear parallels throughout the entire dance. First, Will and Max (who Mike and Dustin are hoping to dance with, respectively) are asked to dance by other people, leaving Mike and Dustin looking forlornly at the dance floor. The way they're positioned make them clear parallels to each other. A bit later, El walks in and Mike, seeing her, smiles and starts dancing with her. In the next scene, Nancy asks Dustin to dance-- something an older sister (of sorts) would do, since Dustin was crying in the bleachers. Sure, Mike and El end up kissing, but that wasn't originally scripted-- MBB asked the Duffers to include that because otherwise "the fans would be disappointed."

Now, it's really interesting that Nancy makes an appearance at the Snowball, especially since Mike spells out this exact situation to El in 1x08 when he tells her you could go to the Snowball with your sister, but it would be weird. Nancy (who's like an older sister to Dustin) asks Dustin to dance because he's sad that Max doesn't love him. Similarly, Mike is dancing with El to get over moping the fact Will got asked to dance by a girl. El is fulfilling the same role as Nancy at the Snowball, which is another parallel to being like Mike's sister.

Narrative between Mike and El as siblings, act III: S3

So in S3 there's not a ton of sibling-type parallels between Mike and El, since they're officially "dating" and spend most season arguing and lying. However, @howtobecomeadragon pointed out a very interesting familial parallel in this post. After Mike blurts out that he "loves [El] and can't lose her again," he immediately regrets saying this. You can tell it was heat of the moment stuff (as Mike explicitly says in 3x07), and that while Mike genuinely does love El (though not romantically), he didn't like that he misconstrued their love to the entire group in Hopper's cabin.

The interesting thing is, once El walks out into the kitchen to ask what happened, Mike tells her they're having a "family discussion." Perhaps this is pointing to his true intention behind the outburst? El is obviously very important to Mike, so when she's in danger, of course he's worrying about losing her! He's already lost her once before and certainly doesn't want to go through that again. Yet when he blurted out his true feelings, everyone in the cabin misinterpreted it to be a love confession (especially telling in a season where codes and masked phrases are of the utmost importance). Mike truly was attempting to have a family discussion, like he told El.

This is also likely the reason why when she brings up this moment in 3x08, Mike at first can't remember saying that he loved her. It wasn't a big deal then, because he was speaking about her like he'd talk about any one of his friends. Yet, El is clearly implying something very romantic happened back at the cabin, which Mike doesn't remember. Probably because Mike didn't clock that moment at romantic at all, but instead as true familial concern.

Narrative between Mike and El as siblings, act IV: S4

So, again like S3, there isn't as much sibling coding between Mike and El, as they're in a (somewhat) established relationship. However, there are three interesting things I want to point out quickly.

First, in 4x03 after the Rink-O-Mania incident, Mike decides to finally check on El. He makes some eggos for her (familial coding in relation to Hopper; discussed above), but for some reason, also gets out the syrup. This is strange, as El has never been shown to use syrup before with her waffles in the show-- she always eats them plain. Now, there's two options for the syrup:

Mike has forgotten so much about El that he doesn't even remember how she likes to eat her "favorite" food. If this is the case, it's showcasing how much of a disconnect Mike and El truly have in their relationship. Eggos were the first thing Mike fed El, and it's apparently the only way Mike knows how to comfort her, and apparently he can't even get that right.

A less likely option, but a parallel to Mike and Nancy's relationship in S1. If you remember back to 1x01, during a family breakfast, Mike pours syrup all over Nancy's food, annoying her greatly. It's a typical sibling interaction, showcased in the introductory scene to the Wheeler family. Now, in 4x03, Mike is pouring syrup on El's breakfast, most likely greatly annoying her-- just like with Nancy, another sibling parallel between the two.

The second sibling narrative parallel was noticed by @naturallybrielle in this post. It's obvious that when the Cali crew reunites with El in 4x09, more emphasis is put on her reunion with Will than with Mike. Furthermore, her reunion with both Mike and Will are framed nearly identically (except for her forehead touch with Mike-- though it's important to note that they don't kiss, which is perhaps a parallel to their reunion in 2x09, which I discussed earlier).

El and Will's reunion-- between siblings-- is paralleled nearly the same to El and Mike's reunion. Isn't this strange if they're supposed to be a main romantic couple that's reuniting after a big fight? You'd think the emphasis would go to their reunion and it would maybe include a kiss. However, El and Will are the emphasis here, as he seems more concerned with her well-being than Mike does. Here again, Mike is given a "sibling reunion" with El-- an interesting choice if they are in fact endgame (here's a hint: they're not).

As a last note, let's quick look at the framing of the monologue. I already discussed this here, but for a quick recap, it's important to note the camera shots used. In a true romantic confession, the shots would be close, tight shots on just Mike and El to convey the depth of their emotion. Is this the case? No. During the entire monologue, Will is mostly in view (in Mike's shots), and there are shots that cut back and forth between Jonathan and Will, as well as Mike. This is just to reinforce the idea that the monologue isn't romantic! It's simply El's family concerned about her well-being and trying to get her out of the mindscape, safe and alive. If the Duffers wanted this to be the "big romantic moment of the season," this scene could've been shot in a much more convincing way. Instead, Jonathan and Will (El's brothers), were also heavily included to make it clear that this is just about family-- not romance.

All together, this analysis should be quite compelling evidence that while Mike does love El, it's not in a romantic manner. He loves her like a sister-- like a part of his family. The numerous parallels to El's parental figures (no matter the role in her life, whether positive or detrimental) as well as the building of a sibling narrative between them further deters the idea of them ending up as a couple.

Why would these parallels exist throughout all the seasons if Mike and El are written to be the big romantic couple? It didn't happen with Lumax. Or Jancy. Or Byler (never once has Mike said he "loves Will like a brother"-- and there have been countless opportunities to do so). Mike and El simply aren't meant to be. They're very important to each other, but unfortunately, they haven't quite figured out in what way yet.

#this took SO long 🫠 i hope everyone enjoys 4500 words of proof that milkvan is not endgame <3 #also sorry about the screenshot quality bc i took this with my phone from netflix on my computer sjdhfhdhd #but. pls enjoy and lmk your thoughts!!#byler #stranger things analysis #sarah.txt

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shiftingparadise · 2 years

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HI LOVE ok this might be a long detailed request so im sry i thought of this while trying to go to sleep to dream good😭🙏 OK jujutsu staff geto (kinda like nanami but as hes not a teacher like gojo) & sorcerer gn!reader. reader's curse technique is emotion/memory manipulation, geto & reader mutually have unspoken love/adoration for e.o but are aware of it. setting: somber night at the academy & reader sitting on the steps contemplating life & inevitable dying. geto finds them outside & joins to keep company making some small talk & they asks him why hes always so nice to them & then he starts actually starts listing qualities he likes abt reader. reader then asks geto if they can kiss him🫣 ofc he says yes & this is when reader uses their cursed technique on him & wipes out his emotions & memories attached to reader cuz the next day reader goes on a dangerous mission that can ultimately take their life & theyre also rly tired of fighting, also the reason y/n wipes his memories is cuz theyre aware of his feelings but want him to move on w/o grieving their loss. OK SAD ENDING: geto attends the funeral w/ no emotion he just thinks y/n was as acquaintance so it looked as if he just casually went to pay condolences & everyone was like ??? what happened yall were so close & he denies that cuz he doesnt rmbr until sm1 tells him reader mightve used their technique on him to avoid him from not being able to move on & he later regains his memory of them. HAPPY ENDING: reader is just heavily injured & while geto visits the infirmary to see shoko he sees y/n & their technique wheres off & he rmbrs reader using their technique on him & kinda gets upset but ends happy cuz he didnt lose them. RLY SRY IF THIS WAS A LONG REQUEST i was ranting to my friend abt it when i woke up & decided u'd be perfect to ask to write😭🫶

I LOVE LONG REQUESTS, I REALLY DO, SO THANK YOU 🤍 I chpse the happy ending, i don't know why, I felt like Geto deserved this :') anyway, I hope you like it 🥺🤍

Hope everyone's doing fine, enjoy reading!🤍✨

Word count: 2061

‘You’re not coming?’, Gojo fake-pouted as he stopped in front of you, preventing you from entering your room, ‘Are you sick? Lovesick maybe?’.

‘Get out of my way, Satoru’, you tried pushing him to the side, but he didn’t move a single muscle. ‘Geto isn’t coming, that’s why you’re not going, right?’.

God, you wanted to punch that smirk right off his face.

‘I’m not going because I’m tired’. ‘Tired? You always come to karaoke night’. ‘Just get out of my way, Satoru. Please, I can’t take this today’. ‘Huh?’, he bowed down so his nose brushed against yours, his thumb pressed against his bottom lip, ‘What’s wrong? Normally, you would’ve slapped me by now’.

Ah, personal space. A term Gojo Satoru never heard of.

‘Get out of my face’, you softly smacked his cheek while pushing him away, ‘I’m fine. I just need some rest’. ‘Hey, if it’s about Geto-‘.

You swiftly grabbed his hand while channeling your cursed energy to your fingertips.

‘Nope, not this time’, he quickly pulled away, ‘You tried that trick on me one too many times. I’m not interested in flashing memories of all the embarrassing moments in my life, so I’ll just leave you’.

‘Idiot’, you watched as he walked away, his hands neatly tucked inside his pockets. ‘If you weren’t such an annoying brat, I wouldn’t have to use my cursed technique on you’.

---

‘Can’t sleep’, you sighed as you pressed the palms of your hands to your tired eyes. A useless effort to rub the burning sensation away.

You were tired, exhausted even. Your head was a mess. Over the past few weeks, you’d started to fall for Geto. There was something inside you that clicked when you got to know him. His smile, the way he always made sure you were doing okay, that you were safe… Did you love him? Were you even allowed to love him? As a sorcerer, your life was probably going to be short. ‘If I’m going to die, I don’t want to have any regrets’, you sat up straight, legs swinging over the edge of your bed, ‘I can’t fall in love. I won’t die a peaceful death if I have the feeling I’m leaving someone behind…’.

---

‘Peaceful’, you closed your eyes as you felt the night's cold air. ‘And beautiful’, a sad smile on your face as you watched the moon.

It was brighter than usual, with a more yellow tone in it as well. A perfect setting to drown in your thoughts.

‘Will I miss this? The moon? The smell of a summer night?’, a sad feeling rushed over you. ‘I’m going to die, right? The old man’s sending me on this mission to die’.

‘There’s my monkey’, a soft voice came from behind you. ‘Hm’, you sighed as you pressed your legs closer to your chest. ‘Why are you sitting on these stairs?’, Geto sat down beside you, a smile on his face. ‘Can’t sleep’, you turned your face away from him. He couldn’t see you like this, not now. ‘Here’, a kind touch on your shoulder as he held out the hot beverage for you to take.

‘W-what’s this?’.

‘Tea. Chamomile to be exact. I read somewhere that it’s good for when you can’t sleep’.

‘You knew I was sitting here?’. ‘Of course’, he smiled at the sky, ‘I heard you pacing around in your room, so I wanted to bring it to you there… but when I noticed you weren’t, I knew you’d be sitting here’.

Of course, he knew you were sitting here. Geto knows you like the back of his hand.

‘Why are you always so nice to me?’, you carefully grabbed the cup with both of your hands. ‘Why?’, still a smile on his face as he studied your face.

You looked beautiful to him. You always did, but this was one of the few times you let your guard down, and the vulnerable look in your eyes suited you.

‘Well’, he continued when he noticed you weren’t going to answer, ‘I like the way you care about people, even when they hurt you. I like the way you press your lips together when you’re thinking about improving your cursed technique. I like the way you know how I feel without me saying it, I like the way you care for me even when I’m being an asshole… Or the way you can get under Satoru’s skin’.

He chuckled before continuing, his eyes now shifting to your hands that were neatly wrapped around the cup.

‘But most of all, I like the way you look at me. As if I’m a pleasant person to be around’.

‘Do you like me?’, you clenched your jaw. Somehow, the cold breeze blew every grain of hesitation out of your mind.

You slowly looked at the man who was sitting next to you. Smiling? Why was he smiling?

‘You know how I feel about you. I’m sure your cursed technique –‘, ‘You know I don’t use it for stuff like that’.

But it was tempting though. If you wanted, you could decipher every feeling a person had ever felt for you. Hate, disgust, happiness, anger, love, …

‘Here’, he held out his hand, his eyes focused on yours, ‘Just once wouldn’t hurt’. ‘N-no’, you turned your head to the side, ‘I won’t use it like that’.

‘Hm?’, you widened your eyes as you could feel his hand gently holding yours. ‘I can't tell you how I feel about you, it feels like there aren’t any words to describe it’.

You frowned at his gesture, but if he told you he didn’t mind… Maybe just this one time…

‘Are you sure?’. ‘Positive’, a swift pat on your hand. ‘Fine’, you could feel your cheeks redden at his touch, ‘Sit still’.

It took a moment for you to break through his energy, for him to allow yours to dance with his. Because that’s what it was. A dance. Sometimes you stepped on a toe, opening up memories people didn’t want you to see, but this wasn’t anything like this. This was a symphony. You could see the sun rise in the morning, its warm light shining on beautiful, white flowers. You could hear the calm sound of a small river from behind you, the sweet scent of a warm apple pie… Was this what he felt for you? Were you his safe heaven? His peace?

‘Wh-why are you crying?’, his eyes widened, his thumb quickly wiping the tears from under your eyes.

‘C-can I kiss you?’, you avoided looking into his eyes.

This was going to hurt, but you had to do this. What if you died? It would break his heart, it would be the end of the Geto everyone knew. He would never feel happiness again. The sun would turn into the moon, the green and colorful flowers would be dead and dry… The river would be dried up… He would never feel anything like this again. But if you did this, if you just managed to go through with this… Someone else will become his peace, someone who’ll stay.

He didn’t respond, but the way his hand cupped your cheek while his forehead rested against yours gave you the approval you needed.

It was a delicate and painful kiss. For a moment, just the tiniest second, you doubted about whether you were going to go through with it. Because you felt the same. He was your ocean. So calm and serene.

‘I love you’, a soft whisper before you embedded his thoughts with your cursed energy. Every memory, every look, every smile… Gone. He’d remember your name and that you were a sorcerer, but that’s it.

---

‘What?’, Geto sighed while he opened his door, only to see his friend out of breath. ‘I-it’s Y/N, t-they’re in the infirmary’. ‘Okay?’, Geto frowned, ‘What’s it to me?’. ‘Huh?’, Gojo tilted his head, ‘Y/N… They’re heavily inju-‘. ‘So? Didn’t know them’. ‘B-but you always-‘. ‘Satoru’, Geto annoyedly rolled his eyes, ‘How many times should I tell you, I barely knew them?’. ‘B-but-‘, ‘I’m not coming to the infirmary with you’. ‘But you two were always together?’. ‘You’re crazy’, Geto sighed as he closed his door, leaving Gojo behind with a confused expression.

---

‘Go see them’, Gojo leaned next to the vending machines.

‘No’.

‘You cared for them’.

‘I don’t know them, Satoru’.

‘So you’re telling me- ’.

‘Shut up Satoru’, Geto smirked, ‘You’re annoying me’. ‘Fine’, Gojo raised both of his hands in the air, ‘Anyway… Shoko wants to see you’.

Geto watched as his friend walked away, two hands in his pockets.

‘Tch, if this is a trick, I’ll kill you’. ‘Yeah yeah, we both know I’m stronger’’, Gojo smirked as he looked over his shoulder.

---

‘Shoko?’, Geto lazily opened the door, his eyes gliding over the room, ‘That white-haired idiot told me-‘.

What’s that sound? Birds? A river?

‘Geto?’, Shoko frowned as she waved in front of his face, ‘Helloooo’. ‘O-oh’, Geto forced himself to look away from you. ‘Where were you? Why didn’t you come sooner?’. ‘S-sooner?’, his eyes unwillingly glided back towards your body. ‘Weren’t you two a thing?’. ‘A thing?’.

Why? Why does everyone think that he cared about you when he never even talked to you?

‘It’s fine, everyone knew. They’re sleeping so try to stay quiet’, she sighed while scribbling something on a piece of paper, ‘Anyway, I’ll be going. Gojo called and said he was feeling sick. That idiot probably ate too much mochi again’.

‘Or he wanted to make sure I had some time alone with them’, Geto stared at the ceiling.

One step at a time, Geto slowly moved closer to you. For some reason, his heart started beating faster, images of beautiful scenery flashing before his eyes.

‘S-shoko?’, you tiredly, opened one eye when you heard someone.

‘W-what?’, Geto tried to keep his balance when he heard your raspy voice. The symphony in his head amplified while the scenery slowly was replaced by memories. Memories of you smiling, softly holding his hand, holding him at times when felt nothing else but despair. He didn’t just know you, he loved you, and you loved him too.

‘How could you? How could you do this to me?’.

His voice sounded fragile, hurt even.

You pressed your lips together, slowly turning your head away from him. You weren’t going to deal with this.

‘I trusted you. I let you inside my head to see what I feel for you, and you-‘.

Tears? Was he seriously crying?

‘Why? Why did you do it? Don’t you feel the same?’.

I do.

‘Tired’, your eyes were fixated on the wall next to you, ‘Want to sleep’.

‘Tch’, Geto clenched his jaw at your cold behavior, ‘What if you died? You would’ve just buried all our memories with you’.

‘I would’ve died peacefully, and you would’ve moved on with your life-‘. ‘My life?’, he interrupted you, ‘You’re right, my life. You don’t get to decide what I remember and what I don’t’.

It was almost suffocating, the tension in the room.

‘I just wanted you to be happy’, a lump in your throat.

He couldn’t be happy, not without you. Ever since you erased his memories, he felt empty.

‘How could I be happy without my little monkey?’, a warm whisper as he carefully laid down next to you.

He didn’t care that the bed was too small. He didn’t need much room anyway.

‘You’re my happiness, you know that because you saw, right? You saw what you are to me’.

He carefully pulled your broken body closer to his, ignoring your sweet whimpering sounds.

‘You’re my peace’, he nestles his head in the space between your shoulder and neck, ‘My little monkey’.

‘I-I’m sorry, I just didn’t want you to be sad if I died’, you whimpered as you wiped the tears from your cheeks.

‘I’m just happy you’re alive-‘

‘See?’, Satoru’s voice rang through the room, ‘Told you they used their cursed technique, now hand it over’. ‘Fine’, Shoko responded while you heard her grabbing some money.

‘If you don’t leave now, then you’re the next person to lay in this bed-‘, ‘Don’t worry’, he interrupted your threat, I'll leave you lovebirds alone’.

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janokenmun · 11 months

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hell yeah pinned post time

basically i will post about: Whatever I Feel Like

if we're mutuals send me a dm and i might (not guaranteed) send u my discord so we can keep in contact in case site go explodey

cw: venty mental health stuff, relationship stuff, nsfw stuff, wack and hard kinks (also this blog uses unconventional nsfw tags! see below for details)

this may include:

-toki pona -english posts with toki pona translations -noitaposting -venty stuff (esp. relationship stuff) -hornyposts (filterable; see below) -non-venty relationshipy posts -rats -way too many memes -whatever randomass thoughts are on my mind at any given time -any brain contents i havent dumped on my friends already

feel free to dm im open to making new friends also feel free to send asks! also also please tell me if i rb something from a terf or otherwise-problematic person, BUT PLEASE LINK THE POST!!!!!! i rb like hundreds of things a day and i don't have the energy to filter through everything ive posted in the past day to see if it matches the vague description in a callout ask i got

also if u follow me or even just interact i WILL be looking through ur blog. this is a threat

also fair warning i post a fucking lot (mostly rbs) so if u follow be prepared for that (i assume theres a post limit since theres been multiple times where ive posted so much that tumblr cuts me off and refuses to let me post and gives me errors if i try to post)

btw im not comfy with kisses or cuddles from people im not dating!!

also if you're wondering about some personal details, im (cis) male, mostly straight, autism, possibly adhd, and open to play stellaris or warframe or mtg commander or other games

ill be trying to tag my own lewd posts with #janokenlewd, others' with #janantelewd, and cnc posts with #jancnclewd, so if you don't want to see that (or are a minor) absolutely block 'em!!!! i'll also be using #kenlalewd for things that i'm unsure on (like suggestive but not explicit stuff), im not gonna enforce that minors block that but it is recommended! please tell me if i don't appropriately tag nsfw (which likely will happen on occasion)!!! i'm trying to keep this a relatively safe space for minors, so i don't have to ban them completely, and having minors block those tags is an essential part of that! (additionally! i may leave sex ed or kink ed stuff untagged, as safety and education is important; if there's enough demand for it i might make a tag for nsfw education stuff).

basically this blog is just. My Brain

enjoy

BTW IMPORTANT NOTE: if i do/say something bad, tell me unambiguously! i will have genuinely no idea otherwise

nsfw stuff under the cut :3

more details about me are that im strictly top/dom, single, and open to doin lewd stuff with friends (and possibly boys! i have no idea!!!)

kinks include a bunch of like hard-dom stuff; cnc and brat tamer stuff are my favorite (especially cnc!!! <3<3<3), but i tend to like a lot of dom stuff tho! basically like just ask, there's also a bunch of kinks i have that i'm not comfortable stating publicly! also, i use the word "rape" here a lot; please block the cnc tag if you are uncomfortable with that!!!

limits include like gore/blood (tho a little blood is ok), and any of the like "unsanitary" kinks! also DO NOT TREAT ME LIKE A SUB OR TRY TO DOM ME IT MAKES ME VERY UNCOMFORTABLE, also don't misgender me or anything but that feels like a given! there might be other stuff but that Should be most of it, feel free to ask before sending if you're unsure

feel free to message and/or send asks (esp. if you're sub/switch girl)!!! best practice is to just ask directly before doing stuff, i.e. "hey do you mind if i send nudes" or "hey do u want to talk about kink stuff" or anything like that! tho sending nudes/porn/fantasies that *don't involve me* out of nowhere is likely okay ;3 (if u wanna be safe then ask first tho!! and specify the relevant kinks in case any are a turnoff)! i only rarely rp, i have to trust u first, so don't expect that immediately!

if you're a dom, top, and/or boy, i might still wanna talk about stuff, even if i don't wanna like rp or anything directly!! i'm super interested in human sexuality and hearing in-depth stuff about what kinks people have and why they have them is fascinating (and very hot) to me (and could give me ideas ;3), so if you wanna talk about that stuff please please please message!!!!

this is a paraphilia-safe space!!! if you have paraphilias, including the big ones, you're safe here and i accept you :). depending on what it is i might not want to talk about it, turnoffs are turnoffs, but i still accept you for who you are :) also relatedly id probably be considered proship tho im not really in that community so i may not understand the full nuance and ramifications of that term

also obviously. if you're a minor then don't interact lewdly with me?? you shoudlnt even be reading this and you should have #janantelewd and #janokenlewd blocked as well, that's the compromise i've made so that i don't have to just block every minor that follows me since i post a bunch of sfw stuff too, violators of the contract will be obliterated with the force of a thousand suns

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offbranddrpepsi · 2 years

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hi!!! i saw your yoru and chamber poly hcs and i loved them!!! could you maybe do cypher and sova x reader poly hcs? sfw and nsfw if you can, tysm!!!

ABSOLUTELY i adore you all throwing poly stuff at me so much <3 NSFW below the cut per usual

SFW

It took them a WHILE to get on the same page when it came to a relationship

Sova doesn't trust Cypher, Cypher antagonizes Sova. Its a match made in hell initially

The one things that managed to somewhat unit the two was you, although it started as a competition.

The boys were in some sort of tense fwb but angry relationship. Not much affection on either end other than nice sentiments and "hope you don't die".

Then you rolled in and caught both of their eyes, which went over about as well as a led balloon.

Both were trying to win you over in their respective ways. Sova was very kind, sweet, and soft. Cypher was flirtatious, teasing, and soft as well.

You were the one to get them together and have them communicate to start your relationship

Sova babies you while Cypher is a brat to Sova. Cypher absolutely spoils you while Sova remains very civil and gives him just as much love as he gives you.

Its not exactly a romcom romance no its like 3 people stuck in a get along shirt

Both are very private so no one knows you’re dating. The other agents may notice them being a bit more kind or a phrase here or there but never enough to point fingers.

Both are very affectionate behind closed doors.

Cypher won’t admit it but he absolutely loves running his hands through both of your hairs. He also just really likes existing in the same space

Sova is the more domestic of the two men and thus makes most of the food, cares for you both domestically, and sometimes resembles a house husband

Cypher is the backbone of the relationship and also the provider. If theres something either of you want he gets it no questions asked, no price is too high for you two

Cypher is big on cuddling while Sova is big on kisses

Sova has to stop Cypher from putting spyware on practically any electronic you two own

Cypher is very tsundereish when it comes to expressing or admitting his love for you both, Sova teases him about this

Both are one of the most loyal boys you’ll find and also are two of the most protective

NSFW

These two are like the IDEAL poly pair in the bedroom because they match up kink wise super well

Sova is a more Dom leaning switch a is Cypher however Cypher is the bigger dom of the two

Sova is the more physically strong though so regardless what role he is fulfilling he often still follows Cyphers requests of moving you or assisting.

At first Cypher kept his mask on most of the time. Gradually he removed parts of it before embracing you two fully.

It also took a little talking to but Cypher frequently records sessions and has a webcam set up in your room. On long nights when hes busy, which is often, he enjoys watching you and Sova put on a show for him. Sova likes to fuck with him by cutting the camera feed randomly

Sova often has more down time than Cypher but only barely. If he is off with you he is focused on you as well as pleasing you. If he is at work with Cypher and has time between things he is more than okay with stepping aside for some sexy time.

Cypher gets absorbed in his work more often than not so you or Sova coming to his office for something quick is GREATLY appreciated.

This is a relationship where nudes, lewds, and naughty videos are greatly appreciated. Sova sends thirst traps after workouts, Cypher sends suggestive photos or just ones of his dick in his pants beckoning one of you to relieve him, both are more than pleased when you send similar ones in response.

Sovas favorite group sex is very long, slow, and passionate sessions where he can body worship one or both of you. These sessions often lead to very hard, deep, and slow fucking that leaves everyone exhausted and mildly sore.

Cypher likes sessions where he gets to egg Sova on to fuck you harder and faster, turning it into a competition. He knows you both super well so he can see when you’re close and will order Sova/You slow down before he picks up the speed himself. He loves to finish these with the one being fucked being over stimulated to near tears while the other two finish inside them

Both boys love giving and receiving oral and are REALLY good at it

Both also like tying you up and taking turns fucking you like that

You are basically treated like royalty but also a pet at times. They’ll listen and follow your orders as you desire but will also pin you down and fuck you like no tomorrow

Sova is a fan of orgasm denial but on himself. Cypher knows how to milk this well and loves working with you to do so

Both love to make you their cum slut, Sova also fills this role from time to time.

#cypher valorant #cypher x reader #cypher headcanon #naughty #valorant sova #sova x reader #sova headcanons #cypher x sova #cypher x sova x reader

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smurphyse · 2 years

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Dreaming of You

Masterlist

Part 11 of Room 405

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 2780

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Somnophilia, Spencer being super cute in his glasses, sleeping confessions,

Summary: The Reader and Spencer spend the morning together, and when the Reader falls asleep, Spencer still can't keep his hands off her

Okay, so I really think I needed a smut break. I was so pent up because of personal issues and feeling guilty that I couldn't write. So thanks for being patient with me :)

You made Spencer sit at the table while you finished cooking, his fluttering about while you cooked driving you a little batty. You loved it, but you needed some space in the small kitchen and risked burning the eggs with his insistent kisses and touches.

As you were plating them, you noticed how close he held his book to his face as he was reading, and you flicked off the burner and turned toward him.

"Where are your glasses?" you asked, giving him a smile when he turned red and looked up at you.

"Uh, I'm fine," he sputtered a bit, turning back to the book and squinting.

You sighed and went over to him, plucking the book from his grasp. Spencer huffed and squinted back up at you so you leaned in close enough to kiss him as you asked, "Why don't you want to wear your glasses?"

He looked a little put out as you watched him, a little embarrassed, so you gave him a little peck. Spencer groaned and rubbed a hand across the back of his neck.

"You've never seen me in my glasses," he confessed.

"I bet you look really cute," you goaded him with a grin, and his cheeks flushed again.

"Fine," he said, giving you a quick kiss before standing and stomping over to his bag. He pulled out a case and took out a pair of black and clear lenses, put them on and gave you an annoyed look.

He did look cute. They were thick, though, and you could understand his awkwardness. Daisy also hated her coke bottles and you had to force her to wear them, especially when she read.

You waltzed over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, his own automatically lacing around your waist. You gave him a flirty smirk as you stood up on your tip toes and looked up at him sweetly.

"Look at that, I was right," you purred. Spencer scoffed, but he leaned down and kissed you with a smile. He hummed against your lips as you kissed softly, whining when you pulled away. "Come on, let's eat."

His fingers laced with yours as you led him back to the little table, leaving you tingly at this little act of domesticity between the two of you. You both settled in the wooden chairs, and you waited for Spencer to take a bite.

"Oh my God," he moaned as he chewed, and he tried and failed to hold back a smile. "This is fucking amazing."

You laughed, using his phrase from last night, "Succinctly put, Dr. Reid."

"Mmm," he grunted, squinting at you and scooping up another forkful, "don't start with that. I'm trying to eat and you're gonna get me all riled up."

You sipped your coffee, smiling at him over the lip of your mug, "Shut up and eat your food… Dr. Reid."

"You know, outside of the hotel room, you're a bit of a brat."

"You like it."

He shot you a look of faux annoyance, but couldn’t help breaking into a grin. You ate quietly for a bit, then did some dishes and went back to bed.

Laying on Spencer's chest, he rubbed light circles along your back through his shirt as he read his book. You just laid there and enjoyed yourself and his presence, content and satisfied just by being in his company.

He read lightning fast, and for a moment you were sure he was messing with you, but then you saw him mouthing the words he read, and within fifteen minutes he was finished with his book.

Eventually you fell back to sleep, the sounds of his heartbeat and the pages flipping and scraping while he read through a stack on the nightstand. A dopey smile spread across your face, pressed tightly against Spencer's naked chest and living in suspended heaven.

You had the sweetest dreams, of Spencer's nimble fingers grazing softly up the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, him rolling you onto your back and whispering gentle praises. Smoothing his palm along your belly, he gathered up your slick with his free hand, cooing quietly as he touched your wet pussy.

Your back arched and you sighed, hazy and groggy even in your sleep while the coil inside you tightened and released over and over again. Sweat soaked the sheets as the heat rushed through you time after time.

Good girl, he murmured as you shook, sweet girl, stay just like that.

His fingers laced around your neck in reverence, and tears gathered in your eyes even as you leaned your head further back into the pillows. His grip tightened a little, one hand holding you down by your throat as he used the other to guide himself inside your wanting hole.

Through the fuzzy scene of your dreams, you fluttered in and out of what you wanted him to do to you. One moment you were empty, the next you were suddenly full and achingly held open by the heat of his pulsing cock.

He started slow, gliding in and out as he groaned and grunted quietly above you. Your hair stuck to the sides of your face, the sweat from both your bodies helping his skin slide against yours.

His thick head pushed insistently against your cervix, the line between pain and pleasure blurring while he gently fucked you open. You cocked your head to listen as he spoke to you, your bleary mind struggling to stay in the dream.

I love you, he moaned. His thrusts became rougher as he talked mindlessly, fucking himself dumb and using you as a toy just like you liked.

It picked up, Spencer's gruff sex voice coming from deep in his chest.

I love you, sweetheart, it came between each slap of his hips against the backs of your thighs. I love you, I love you, I love you.

'I love you,' you found yourself saying, much braver in your dreams than you would ever be in the waking world.

Spencer's hips stuttered, his thumb moving from around your neck to run gently up the side of your face. He buried himself deep inside you, and you moaned as you somehow stretched further in places you didn't know you could.

Spencer's lips pressed against yours, his tongue slipping between your teeth and giving you everything he had in that kiss. You whimpered into his mouth, and he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting roughly back into you.

Your eyelids fluttered open as his cock rammed into your clenching cunt, gasping as you blinked against the harsh sunlight.

Spencer's kisses turned sloppy and nasty, laying completely on top of you and bracing himself on one elbow to keep hold of your face while he fucked you into the mattress.

You were so full, held wide and painfully open by his throbbing length. Your body turned as animal as his, rocking your hips down in time with his as he bucked up into you.

Tangling your hands in his hair, you let it take over. As you fucked primally, you realized something as your orgasm barreled up again to the surface now that you were hazily awake and finally fully in this moment with Spencer.

You might have told him you loved him in your sleep, not ready to say it out loud just yet, but you knew what this was. As rough and aching as it was, your body still bruised and exhausted from last night, you knew exactly what you were doing in this bed with Spencer Reid.

You were making love.

It was your own kind of love, special just between the two of you and like nothing else you'd ever experienced. No one else would ever make you feel like this, and you didn't want them to. You wanted this, and this alone, for the rest of your life with him.

Your moans turned breathy and high pitched, his heavy cock impaling you and tearing you wonderfully open with each thrust.

"Spencer," you gasped against his lips, doing everything you could to hold him as tightly against you as you could.

"Cum for me, sweetheart," he groaned, his dick twitching and jerking inside you, and you knew he was close too. "Cum for me, you good girl. You're perfect, so fucking perfect, cum for me, please. Please, cum-,"

It was all you needed to hear, both of your needs as finely tuned to one another as your bodies were. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your lips next to his ear and pressing against his temple as you cried out.

Tears dripped down your cheeks as the blazing heat rocketed through you. Your pussy wept, shaking around him and milking Spencer for all he was worth. When he thrust one more, painfully rough time into you, he came. His stinging cum flooded your cunt, your name falling loudly from his lips before he buried his face in your neck.

A few weak thrusts later and Spencer collapsed on top of you. With shaking limbs he wrapped himself around your quivering body, both of you gasping and panting on the sweat soaked sheets.

"Oh, sweetheart," Spencer grunted against your skin, pressing lazy kisses into the apex of your neck. "You're so good for me, so good. I couldn't help myself, and you opened right up for me."

"I was dreaming about you," you murmured blearily. Trailing your fingertips along his spine, you sighed and breathed in the heady scent of him and your spent bodies.

It was thick and heavy, musky sweat and sex mixed with your perfume and his cologne. Your favorite smell.

Spencer hoisted himself up on his elbows so he could look at you, careful not to move his hips and keeping his cum stuffed inside you with his softened cock just like he loved to do.

"What were you dreaming about?" he asked with a goofy smile, and you realized he still had his glasses on. They were fogged with sweat and steam, droplets drying on the lenses and magnifying those beautiful hazels.

You ran both hands up his biceps, trailing up his neck until you cupped his face. You squeezed his cheeks together and made a fish face at him to quell some of the embarrassment rising in your cheeks.

"You were touching me," you told him, omitting your sleep-haze lying about him saying he loved you. "Calling me a good girl and making me cum."

His face reddened, and he looked at you sheepishly from between your pressing palms. "Anything else?"

"No," you lied, swallowing thickly and smiling softly at him. "It was wonderful, though, and this was the perfect way to wake up from a nap."

Spencer grinned, and you ran your finger tip down the bridge of his nose. You poked the tip of it as you pulled away. He chuckled quietly and kissed you.

It was soft and gentle, full of unspoken words and gratitude for finally getting to be together in the sunlight.

It was the perfect morning. The best one you'd had in a long time.

A phone ringing broke you both out of your reverie, and Spencer sighed as he stood and headed back for his bag.

“This is Reid,” he said with such conviction and confidence you had to press your thighs together to quell your near constant aching need for him.

Sitting up on the bed, you leaned your elbow on the pillow and rested your cheek against your hand, watching him as he listened to the other line.

“Now?” he asked, glancing over at you and giving you a tight-lipped smile. “Yeah, I’m at Morgan’s cabin, so it’ll take me a bit to get back there.”

He sat on the edge of the bed as he murmured and listened to the phone. He looked miserable, dragging his free hand across his neck and shoulders like he did when he was upset, so you went over to him.

Spencer sat up straighter as you rounded him and straddled his lap, the hand abusing the back of his neck moving to your hip and rubbing lightly against your skin instead. His frown turned into a soft smile when you trailed your hands up and down his chest, easing the tension that had shot back into his body just from one phone call.

“Okay, see you soon,” he muttered before hanging up and tossing the phone back on top of his bag. You leaned in and pressed your lips to his before he could apologize, cupping his jaw and holding him tightly so he knew it was alright.

Spencer groaned happily, pulling you tightly to him before laying back on the bed and taking you with him. You pulled back and kissed the tip of his nose, then brushed back some of his hair. He leaned into your touch, letting out a grumbling sigh before he spoke.

"I have to go, I'm sorry."

"No sorries," you whispered, pressing your lips to his cheek and blowing a raspberry against him. Spencer squeezed you tight and laughed.

"I wanted to have just one day with you, that's all." He let you kiss his face all over, unable to contain his smile and melting under you.

"This was still a good day, Spencer," you whispered, softly nuzzling under his jaw and pressing a kiss to his jugular. "I'm satisfied."

"Yeah?" he asked worriedly.

"Yeah," you told him, and kissed his neck again before moving to kiss his lips.

He ran his hands up your naked back even as you pulled away. You gave him another lightning fast peck on the lips.

"I'm really happy."

Spencer laughed quietly, even though you could tell he was annoyed at being interrupted, "Me too, sweetheart."

As you got dressed, you couldn't help but smile at him. Slipping on the black jumpsuit he'd gotten you, you watched as he dressed down for the first time since you'd met him.

He still wore a nice pair of pants, you couldn't imagine him in jeans, but he tugged on a red t-shirt and a blue cardigan, squinting at you when he noticed you watching him.

"What?"

"You're just cute," you shrugged, and he shook his head and laughed at you.

Spencer grabbed his back and held his hand out to you, "Let's go, you weirdo."

Spencer said little as you drove back into DC, his jaw set tight and stern as he watched the road ahead. His hand in yours was gentle, sometimes squeezing tightly before easing up again. You did your best to soothe him with your touch, but it seemed he was still annoyed at having your day together put on the backburner.

You showed him where your minivan was parked, fully expecting him to drop you off and head out, but he hopped out of the car and opened your door for you. You leaned against the car and tugged him close by his shirt, pulling him down into a sweet kiss.

You could feel the tension leave his shoulders from the pressing of your lips against his, and he smiled against you even when you pulled away.

“You gonna be okay?” you asked lightly, but you tried to give him a certain look so he knew you wanted the truth.

“Yeah,” he nodded, flashing you a charming grin. He palmed your waist with his big hands, caging you in against the car frame and leaning his forehead against yours. “I was just looking forward to spending the day with you.”

“Next time,” you promised him, and his eyes lit up. “I’ll clear my schedule.”

"I'd like that," Spencer said sheepishly, kissing you softly. "I have to go. I'll be in town, though, so I'll call you tonight?"

"You better," you told him with a cheeky grin.

Spencer laughed and kissed you goodbye, waiting until you got in the car and pulled out of the parking lot before he drove out too.

He turned left and you turned right, both of you waving at the stop sign and grinning before you left one another.

You smiled the whole way home. This felt good, it felt right. You hadn't dated in so long you almost forgot how great it would be looking forward to quality time with a lover.

Your mind turned as you drove, making plans of your own for next Friday night, 7pm in Room 405. You decided to treat Spencer nicely for the precious weekend spent with him.

He was in for a ride, and he didn't know it yet, but you were planning on giving him something good.

Something to remember.

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Okay, YES the title is a Selena song... I was listening to it nonstop the last few days haha. Next chapter, Spencer and the Reader run into eachother in the REAL WORLD *gasp* what is gonna happen????

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