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patdkoala · 1 year

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The Golden Globes

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x female reader Summary: Sebastian Stan and the reader are close friends and one night when he goes to the Golden Globes he gets worked up being there without her. Only one thing can make him feel better. Warnings: Friends to lovers, hair pulling, unprotected p in v, The Pullout Method™

"I'm exhausted," Sebastian said as he did his curl-ups with Don. "Because of the workout or?" Don's eyes trailed over to (Y/N) who was doing squats with her trainer a few feet away from Sebastian.

"No, (Y/N)'s just a friend, man. I don't know why everyone thinks we are together," Sebastian said as Don rolled his eyes.

(Y/N) and Sebastian has been friends forever and is always cast in movies together.

They have played siblings, friends, a married couple, a friends-with-benefits couple, an enemies-to-lovers couple, and any other couple you could think of in any trope.

Yet, they have remained friends. Nothing has ever even made them question their friendship.

Not even (Y/N) in tight yoga pants doing intense workouts in front of Sebastian.

"If you don't make a move on her someone else will," Don said as Sebastian stopped his workout. "I don't think that's what (Y/N) and I are tho. She's a friend and I'd hate to have something compromise that," Sebastian said as he saw (Y/N) and her trainer have a conversation.

"He is so cute. I just don't understand why you haven't gone out with him yet," (Y/N)'s trainer said as (Y/N) dried herself off with a towel and glanced over to Sebastian.

He was doing curl-ups and looked so good. His toned chest expanded while his arms flexed and caused a certain sensation in between (Y/N)'s legs. She quickly looked away.

"Sebastian is just a friend. I wouldn't want to ruin what we have by doing something so foolish like having sex," (Y/N) said as her trainer rolled her eyes.

"If you don't make a move soon then another girl is just going to swoop right in."

Later that day, Sebastian was getting ready for Golden Globes because he was up for an award with the show Pam and Tommy. (Y/N) was so proud of him but she wasn't going with him because they had discussed previously that being seen together all the time isn't good for either of their reputations.

"Are you sure you'll be okay just here by yourself?" Sebastian asked as he slipped on his suit jacket. (Y/N) was seated on their couch.

They are roommates. ohmygod they were roommates. (Y/N) moved in with Sebastian after her last boyfriend and she broke up. He was a creep and cheated on her. She was living with him at the time so Sebastian offered his couch which soon turned into her moving into his office which became her room.

"Yes, I'll be okay. I'm gonna watch a movie and then go to bed early since I have nothing better to do," she smiled as Sebastian smiled back, and then he grabbed his keys and left.

(Y/N) did not watch a movie or go to bed early. Instead, she stayed up and watched the Golden Globes.

Sebastian walked the red carpet and many photographers took his picture while screaming at him. "Sebastian! Where is (Y/N) tonight?" Someone yelled at him.

He ignored the people's cries and just continued smiling and walking the rest of the carpet.

(Y/N) was at home and was watching this woman interview celebrities. She was really good at her job but (Y/N) only cared to see Sebastian get interviewed.

I mean, that's what good best friends get excited about right?

"Sebastian Stan is here tonight looking so handsome in his suit from Lanvin," The woman spoke as Sebastian smiled and looked at the camera as it panned over his suit.

"Who have you brought as your date tonight?"

"No one. I am flying solo tonight," Sebastian said as (Y/N) sat there and scooped spoonfuls of ice cream into her mouth and smiled at how nice Sebastian looked.

"No (Y/N) tonight? Maybe you'll be going home with someone new after the show," She said as Sebastian sort of rolled his eyes.

The interview ended shortly after that and Sebastian seemed unpleased with how it went. He went home empty-handed in more ways than one.

"Hey, you're home early. I'm sorry about what happened. I sat up and watched the whole thing," (Y/N) said as Sebastian walked through the door and kicked off his designer shoes, and threw off the designer jacket.

"I just hate how they talk about you like you're just some new fuck buddy of mine. It's not fair to either of us," Sebastian said as he slumped down on the couch next to her.

"I wasn't talking about the interview. I was talking about the awards but yeah, let's make this about me," she said as he smiled at her and she lifted her legs and rested them on his lap and then moved the blanket that was just covering her to cover the both of them.

"Why can't everyone be as nice to me as you are?" Sebastian asked as she ran a hand through his hair. "Because not everyone is your best friend."

"Right, friends," he said softly. "What, is there a problem with me being your friend now?" She asked as he turned his head and he rested both arms on her legs.

"I just wish we were more sometimes," He said as she turned a bright shade of pink. "Sebastian you're drunk." "I didn't have a single drink tonight. I didn't make it to the after party and I wanted to stay sober so that I could make it home to you and do this," He said as he leaned over and planted a kiss on her lips.

She held the back of his head gently as he moaned into her mouth. She still had her legs resting upon his lap as he let his hands move to her face.

He cupped her cheeks and then he let his hands go all on their own in her hair. They tangled in at the roots and tugged slightly as she went to his shirt and started to undo the buttons.

"I need you," Sebastian moaned as (Y/N) took her shift off and threw it across the room. "Then take me," She replied as he smirked and he started to undo his belt buckle.

She stood up and removed her pants and underwear and then once he had his belt undone he removed his pants and he lowered his boxers just enough to spring out.

She smiled at him and for a minute they locked eyes and he cupped his hands on her face again. "I have been waiting for this for so long with you. I love you so much, (Y/N) and I never want anyone to ever hurt you ever again," He said as she smiled and then sat down on his cock while kissing him.

They both moaned in pleasure at the first initial feeling. Which then turned into him moaning and her screaming in pleasure. Their bodies rocked back and forth and up and down.

Sebastian flipped them so that he was on top. "Sebastian, please don't stop. You feel so good," She cried as he trusted faster and harder. "Tell me where you want me," He moaned out in broken words as he trusted as she held onto the side of the couch, clenching her insides which helped him indicate that she was close.

"Anywhere," She moaned as he nodded and then thrusted two final times before she came on his dick and he pulled out and came on her stomach.

He laid down next to her on the couch after he cleaned her up with his shirt. (Such a gentleman)

He held her close to his chest as they then dozed off into sleep.

"I'm not going anywhere without you ever again," He said as she laughed and kissed him.

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #golden globes #sebastian stan smut #I'd let him hit it whenever and where ever he wants

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rizsu · 8 days

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food for thought, except it’s unwanted jujutsu kaisen : fem-reader.

have you ever wondered about a scenario so much that you must ask? well that’s exactly the last thing they’d wish to answer.

+ love ‘su: gojo, geto, itadori + ‘live, laugh, love’ hater final boss ( sukuna )

gojo satoru ﾉ refuses to answer.

“do you ever think about how it’d be if we never met?”

“ha— no. don’t even go there.”

satoru stops you there. he doesn’t wish to hear another word from you— especially if it extends your former question. he thinks about it— daily, in fact. it's a scenario that crosses his mind whenever he finds himself drunk on the temporary love he receives from you.

you’ve sung the lyric ‘i’ll love you until there’s no more left’ almost every week for him, silently begging that he gets the concept of genuine love through his head.

“why not? imagine if my friends didn’t make that bet where i either hit on you or pay for the night.” you reminisced, remembering the very night you lost the last touch of shame.

he hums, drumming his fingers on your thigh.

“bet or not, we’d still be fated to meet. next question!”

“anddd what makes you so confident?” you threw another question at him. this time, it's lighthearted.

“mind you, i’m the second coming of an angel. i predetermined this since three years ago.”

glances were exchanged, an expression of a grinning fool met the expression of a glaring responsible person who’s the said fool’s other romantic half.

you should've been familiar with satoru’s ways. it’s your fault for expecting a deep-dive conversation with satoru. not quite his cup of tea!

geto suguru ﾉ expects it and tries to escape.

suguru's home was no new, unexplored area to you. you knew his home's blueprint like the back of your hand. if needed, you'd walk through his home blindfolded and still end up in the room you want to be in.

this isn't a good thing to suguru. there are days where the feeling of confusion as to who he is piles up on him, leading him to isolate himself.. until he forgets there's a spare key of his isolation cube in your hold so now the plan goes awry.

that is exactly what’s happening. after he sent the text ‘k bye’ and silenced his notifications, he felt an impending doom. the reason was unknown by then but he should've guessed it was you.

you marched into his home, readying yourself with suguru-loneliness-begone techniques and, of course, the question that's been wandering your mind since you woke up from a dream.

“babe, what if—”

“fuck,” he curses under his breath, too exhausted to put a hand over your mouth.

“what if we were the last persons on earth? would you recreate humanity with me or kill yourself?”

there it is: your special ‘what if’ questions that know no bounds when it comes to absurdity.

“when would that ever happen? please, stop this,” he groans, pleading with his eyes for you to stop.

“that's the thing— you never know! so, what option is it?”

“i'd kill myself a long time ago if possible.”

“so it's the second one?”

“i'm... not cut out to be a good father.”

“i hate an indecisive bitch, my goodness,” it's your turn to complain, a little let down at his grey answers.

suguru's equally offended. you're the one who jumped him with such a question— who even thinks about that?!

“(y/n), baby, has it ever crossed your mind that your thinking skills aren't quite normal?”

“are you calling me stupid?!”

itadori yuuji ﾉ just as stupid.

it's mango season— yuuji's most anticipated season of the year. mangoes are to yuuji what your lipbalm is to you. a necessity, a survival item, a lifesaver, an important part of his lore, something he worships.

peeling mangoes and slicing them to equal pieces has never brought him such satisfaction before. it immediately brightens his mood. this must be how his grandfather felt whenever he took a walk around the neighbourhood.

now you appear, yuuji's second most anticipated person. you to yuuji is what mangoes are to him. this causes yuuji's current happiness level to reach its peak today. such a great level of happiness can defeat any evil being with just being in its area.

“say, yuu,” you begin, stabbing one of the mangoe slices with a fork.

he nods, signalling that he's listening but still focused on his current activity. a true mulit-tasker.

“if one of your limbs happen to detach from your body, do you feel the pain or does the pain go with it?”

he stops, allowing the question to sink in. he's never been asked such a.. divine question before. what's the answer? does the pain go with the limb or does it stay?

“oh... i gotta ask nobara this, she'd know,” he suggests, placing the knife down. a question that'll haunt him if he doesn't act quick for the answer.

“yes, yes!!” you encourage his actions, mindlessly enjoying the mango slices. mangoes are truly a blessing.

sukuna ryomen ﾉ no. nice try, though! A+ for effort.

“ryo, have you ever wondered if—”

“no, i never.”

“you didn't even let—”

“i haven't learnt since two-thousand years ago.”

“you old fuck, let me finish—”

“it's truly been a while since i've wondered.”

“DAMN, BITCH!”

you threw the remote at him, ultimately fed up with him cutting you off before the peak of the sentence. it could've been the question of the year and he'd still dodge it.

sukuna invited himself over since he ran out of entertainment options and you're always there for him. unfortunately, you do not find him as entertainin. he's annoying, arrogant, and attractive so it cancels out the negatives about him.

of course, sukuna caught the remote. his athletic capabilities are its prime despite him being dormant for centuries. it'd be a white lie to say he's not interested in your question, however it is way more benefitting to push your buttons.

he throws the remote back onto your bed, drying his hands with your hand-towel before making his merry way to you.

“your bed's small.”

“well no shit. it's for ME.”

“you mad? you look mad.” his hand holds your chin, turning your head side-to-side to observe your expression.

you rolled your eyes, “i don't get mad that easily.”

“is this how people felt when i told them an obvious lie? i should repent.”

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unclewaynemunson · 7 months

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After Vecna is defeated and the world goes back to normal for good, Steve thinks he can get on with his life. And for a while that's exactly what happens: his scars heal and, against everything he would have ever expected, Eddie heals right beside him.

But a year later, his life gets turned upside down in a whole new way. He gets one more hit to the head. It's a stupid accident, really, something involving a broken lightbulb, an old stepladder and an unfortunate fall. He loses pretty much all his sight. His once expressive brown eyes become hollow shells, one staring right ahead and one turned sideways, but both equally useless.

At first, the darkness is scary. It's frustrating, to be robbed of one of the few things he could always rely on. He has to get to know the world around him in a whole new way. There are days when he hates it, days when he wants to stay in bed in his room forever. There are days when he wants to scream, even days when he wants to cut his own eyes out like Victor Creel did before him.

But slowly, little by little, he learns to live with it. He grows a new appreciation for beautiful music and good food, things that stimulate his other senses that he now relies more heavily on. He develops a sharp ear for people's voices and intonations to make up for the loss of seeing their facial expressions. Where he used to love seeing Robin's bright eyes and Dustin's excited smile, he now treasures the sound of Dustin's laughter and the scent of Robin's cologne.

The one thing he will never stop missing, though, is Eddie's face. The way his eyes light up when he smiles. The way his mouth curves into that mischievous grin that Steve once fell in love with. The way his fluffy curls cascade over his back. Those are the things he misses the most.

There's a lot that makes up for that loss: he can cling to Eddie's arm whenever he wants, without having to worry about people taking their affectionate touches the wrong way. He gets to rely on Eddie's helping hand and to bask in Eddie's scent. And, most importantly: he gets to listen to Eddie's voice all the time, when he describes what's happening around them in lively phrases and with passion in his voice like the true storyteller he is.

“Do you know that there's one thing you're always leaving out when you're describing things to me?” Steve asks him one day, when he feels Eddie's hands move through the air around them during his excited monologue about the orange cat that is currently visiting their garden, chasing after butterflies and going after its own tail in the flowerbeds.

“Huh?” Eddie sounds confused.

“You're always leaving out the most important part,” Steve continues. He lifts his hand and slowly moves it to find Eddie's face. He feels his curls underneath his fingertips, then slides them further over Eddie's features.

“What do you mean, Stevie?”

“You never mention how you look. Only what you see. But if I could see, I'd be looking at you, Eddie. I'd watch your face. I can still remember that curve of your mouth, that crease between your eyebrows...” He lets his hand linger on the places he mentions. “But it's all becoming less clear. I'll never see it again. I don't wanna lose that.”

Steve feels his hand getting covered by another one, lets his fingers be guided across Eddie's cheek.

“You won't,” Eddie tells him softly. “There's no way I'll let you lose that.”

Steve can already feel the change in temperature underneath his fingers before Eddie speaks.

“I'm blushing right now, Stevie. Cause of what you said. And...” He guides Steve's hand further down over the uneven skin of his scarred cheek. “I'm smiling. Just a little bit. Not that wide smile I have when I'm messing with you, but the smaller one, the one that's just for you.”

Eddie squeezes his hand before he lets go. A moment later, his lips brush softly against Steve's, something that's not quite a kiss. Steve can feel that Eddie is about to pull back before it becomes anything more, but he presses back into Eddie's space, chases his warm lips with his own, and wraps his arms around Eddie's body to pull him closer.

Kissing is best without looking anyway.

#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #i love all the deaf/hoh steve headcanons with all my heart but #have something a lil different i guess #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #blind!steve #stranger things #fanfic #fruity ficlet

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almond-tofuuu · 3 months

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Hi I see you're opening request, so I'm here to ask for one. Thank you so much!

Plot: Zayne anger and his punishment when he find out you lied to him and get yourself in dangerous.

anon are you a mind reader?! 👀 bc I've had a draft of this sat in my wip folder for ages!!!

Hope you enjoy!! 💕

Sorry isn't enough...

Zayne x reader

Warnings: angst, lots of angst, no comfort, Zayne is mad (and possibly ooc)

Might do a part 2 (with a happy ending as an apology for this)

Zayne doesn't yell. In fact, in all the time you'd known him you couldn't remember ever seeing him lose his temper. Sure he got annoyed with you sometimes, mainly when you ignored his advice or turned up at the hospital with yet another injury, but it never boiled over into anger. He'd scold you like a child, giving the occasional icy glare, but nothing more. So when you limped into his office today, an hour late for your appointment and caked in dirt and dried blood, you were prepared to receive another lecture about safety from your primary care physician.

The minute you opened the door and took the first unsteady step into his office, you knew something was off. The air held an icy chill, causing a shiver to run down your spine, the tension increasing with every step. You could feel the pressure of Zayne's eyes on you as you approached his desk, piercing green gaze scrutinising every aspect of your appearance, taking note of every scrape and bruise, every smudge of blood that stained your skin and clothes.

"You're late." Emotionless and cold, his voice shattered the uncomfortable silence that had been present since you entered his office. Swallowing thickly, you finally meet his eyes, and immediately regret it. His expression is hard, brow furrowed and his lips pressed into a thin line. His eyes which usually hold a tenderness whenever he looks at you are dark, and swirling with a storm of fury. Zayne is pissed.

Opening your mouth, the apology on the tip of your tongue quickly dies at the sound of Zayne's exasperated sigh. "If you're planning on apologising I'd suggest you save your breath. I have neither the time nor the patience to listen to whatever feeble excuses you plan on giving." His harsh tone hits you like an avalanche, burying you in the disappointment that is practically radiating from him. "I've warned you time and time again to be careful, to prioritise your safety and yet you seem determined not to listen. I've lost count of how many times you've limped into my office. You refuse to listen to my advice yet you come to me whenever your recklessness results in another injury. Tell me, do you insist on continuing this foolish behaviour until it undoubtedly causes your death?!"

A lump forms in your throat, eyes fixed on the floor as you desperately try to hold back the tears threatening to fall. Every cruel word Zayne seethes is another knife to your heart, cutting deep and carving themselves into your flesh. And despite your best efforts, you can't stop the choked sob that escapes your lips. Because it hurts. Seeing the man who has always treated you so gently fuming with rage, steely glare freezing you where you stand, forcing you to endure the brunt of his anger. His words melt together, flooding your mind and making your ears ring as they echo on repeat inside your head. You're so overwhelmed by the crushing weight of his disappointment that you don't even realise you're crying until a cold hand touches your cheek, thumb wiping away a single tear. His breath fans your face as he exhales a tired sigh, "come here, let me see your wounds" his voice is softer now, having lost its previous venom but his outburst has left a sour taste in your mouth. You pull away from his touch, shaking your head slightly as you wipe away the tears that stain your cheeks.

"I can take care of it myself...I wouldn't want to inconvenience you any further." You utter, keeping your voice steady and void of emotion. "Don't worry, you won't have to deal with my reckless behaviour anymore. Goodbye, Dr Zayne." Turning away from him you quickly make your way out of his office, ignoring the calls of your name, determined not to let him see you fall apart completely. With each step you can feel your heart breaking more, bleeding out and flooding your chest with every crushing word Zayne spat at you. You're not sure where you're heading, vision blurring with tears, you just know that the last place you want to be is with Zayne.

#love and deepspace #zayne #zayne love and deepspace #zayne x reader #lnds zayne #lnds #angst #zayne x you #lnd

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rin-vana · 1 year

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⠀⠀⠀⠀───◌┈┈─── ♡ 𝇄 𝇃 𝐑𝐄𝐉𝐔𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 ┋ 𝐅𝐓. 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄

⎯⎯ ( 𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 ) : Blade x Reader

⎯⎯ ( 𝙎𝙔𝙉𝙊𝙋𝙎𝙄𝙎 ) : Blade needs relief from his racing mind, and it's in between your legs that he decides how to relieve himself after his duties.

⎯⎯ ( 𝘾.𝙒. ) : Lots and lots of oral, Blade is a munch fr, implied multiple rounds, watersports (squirting), mentions of bondage bec readers hands are tied, implied established relationship, as always black reader

⎯⎯ ( 𝙒.𝘾. ) : 1,003, a drabble

⎯⎯ ( 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙎 ) : This is for a friend after I promise I'd write this and here it is. I'm tryna get more consistent with posting I promise <3

”𝑆𝐼𝑇 𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐿𝐿. '𝑆𝐴𝐼𝐷 𝐼'𝑀 𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝐷𝑂𝑁𝐸.”

What has it been, hours? Blade continuously lapping in between your legs, his bandaged hands keeping you in place.

A numb feeling crept where his hands gripped your thighs, knowing that without his support they’d fall limp. You don’t know what has him so worked up like this, but it’s the least of your problems when you feel a harsh sting hit your side.

”Blade— oh my God, please.” You pleaded yet they fell deaf on his ears, his tongue working wonders on your engorged clit and you flinched every time he would do so much as flick it slowly. Not to mention his fingers, two of them plunging in and out of you, curled just the right way that had your brain turning foggy.

He wouldn’t even let you touch him, having your wrist bound and pinned above your head. He knew how to get you weak in the knees whenever he needed, whether it’d be a whisper in your ear about something mundane, or his habit of brushing hair past your shoulders to let his hands graze the skin on your neck.

Blade wants what he wants in that very moment, and very little hinders him. So your useless begs and pleas did go in one ear and out the other.

You were writhing so much that the navy blue haired male knew you were close, detaching his mouth from the swollen bud with a pornographic pop. His fingers continued applying pressure until you coated them in your milky essence, eliciting a satisfied hum from Blade that hardly looked at you, but at your fluttering and spasming pussy instead. ”Good, you can do one more for me, right?”

You only let out a mewl, words being stuck in your throat because Blade hardly gave you time to respond. The choice wasn’t yours to make. He was going to get what he wanted regardless if you were a crying mess or not.

This time his mouth replaced his fingers entirely, lips suckling ever so harsh to push you over the edge again. Your back had long since been arched off the soft duvet he had you on, with Blade on his knees. Your body was buzzing all over, vision blurred from the amount of fat tears rolling down your cheeks.

His hands were more-so gripping onto the edge of the bed, sheets becoming wrinkled under his touch, so you slowly pulled yourself back for any form of break, to get away from his warm mouth. But Blade was quick to pull you back to him, his lithe hands squeezing the underside of your thighs until they wrapped around your legs as a whole. ”I thought..,” he started, chest heaving from being breathless, ”..I said to sit still. You like making me feel good, don't you?”

”Yes-! Yes I do.. But—”

He promptly cut you off. ”Then you’d listen and let me indulge.” It was useless to fight against him when he so easily overpowered you in terms of strength. Your body was already shuddering and weakened from the amount of times he was able to make you cum from his fingers and mouth alone.

Not once did his grip falter, spreading your legs apart so he could get a better look at how he left you. Your slightly agape hole fluttered around nothing, and Blade reveled in the sight. It was practically crying for him, gushing your addictive flavor because of how badly you yearned for him to stuff you full.

Nothing compared to this, not even Kafka’s voice repeating like a mantra in his head. Your body was the temple he wanted to protect, to worship, to give his time towards. He wanted to watch you fall apart and be the reason for it, yet put you back together in the quiet of night.

You crumbled for him, voice whining about it “being too much” or you’re “getting close!” Blade wanted to see every bit of it. His tongue licked from your clenching hole up to your clit so slowly it felt like torture, closing his lips on your bundle of nerves as he looked up to your tear-stained face. He’s painted the expression in his mind countless times, but each was better than the last.

His groans and pace pick up and so does your movement, your upper body failing to keep still because all you want to do is close your legs, but Blade keeps you wide open. You’re close again, you don’t really want me to stop. It’s obvious by how loud you’re getting, a sheen building up all over your skin.

”Blade… Blade Blade Blade– stop.” You repeat his name over and over, but all it does is push him further. He’s groaning nonstop, sending so many pulsations throughout your lower body that it gets harder to hold back.

Your hands struggle further against your restraints, nails digging into the palm of your hands. If only he would answer you, but he clearly has a goal to reach.

One hand retracts from your thighs to give your clit more attention, two bandaged fingers giving it just the right amount of pressure. Blade’s tongue dips into your hole again, warm and wet and so good. All it takes is a few more rolls of his fingers and your spewing all over his face. Clear liquid squirts from one hole and another your cum that Blade damn near moans at.

From his nose down, Blade’s face is covered in you. Most of your cum dripped from his swollen lips, but he finally pulled away from your spent and sore hole. Your movements ceased and once he finally let go of your thighs, they fell limp onto the bed. He rose from his knees, undoing the belt around his waist and letting his coat fall from his shoulders.

You looked at him with tired eyes, clearly in a stupor as he loomed over you. ”I already told you, I’m not done.”

#blade hsr #honkai smut #honkai star rail #hsr blade #hsr blade smut #blade smut #blade x reader #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail x reader

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yandere-daydreams · 1 year

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For context, imma give you a little Spider-Man 2099 fact from the Spider-Man comics if you didn’t know about it already.

Before becoming Spider-Man, Miguel was injected by this drug called Rapture, a super addictive drug with really bad withdrawal symptoms, like you will feel like dying without taking it constantly symptoms. He was the top geneticist for Alchemax and he wanted to quit but the cooperation wouldn’t allow that, so they injected him so that he would have no choice but to be reliant on them and continue to work for them since they were the only ones that were distributing rapture. (It was actually due to him getting his spider abilities that he was cure; he had his DNA rewritten with spider DNA so he’s technically genetically half spider).

So basically Miguel injects you with rapture. So predictably you become more and more difficult, as he puts it. One day he offhandedly shows you a little vial in his lab that was used to turn him into Spider-Man, he drops little hints here and there that it’s what cured him of rapture. So it’s no surprise to him that you start acting so docile and pleasant soon after, your attempt to lower his guard are welcomed when he gets to cuddle you. So he lets you sneak into his lab when you think he’s away on a mission. It’s when you take the vail and inject yourself do your hopes for freedom start to dwindle when you feel a broad chest on your back and a pair of fans in you neck the next second. While the contents in the vail cured you of rapture, he also made it so that it acts as an aphrodisiac when it’s mixed with DNA; (injections of any sort are the fastest way to get anything going through your system, so the Miguel-activated-aphrodisiac binds with your cells really fast when you first inject it into your system), so whenever he bites you, your cells react almost immediately to his DNA and it turns into any season is mating season, Aka Miguel never beating the vampire allegations.

Ah sorry for the messy writing, English isn’t really my strong suite but you get the picture.

tw - dub//con, unhealthy relationships, obsessive behavior, manipulation through drug addiction.

oof,,, miguel knows first-hand how devastating rapture can be, so i'd like to think that he injected you with it in a moment of desperation, just thinking about the high and the wanting and how badly he needs you to give into him, even if he knows you'll be twice as difficult once the withdrawal hits. his plan to splice your dna, to cure you the only way he knows someone can be cured of a rapture addiction is an act of mercy in his mind, too. he can't keep you high and strung out forever, so he lets you believe there's an antidote, lets you think that he doesn't suspect anything when you suddenly start behaving and treating him like the hero he wants to be, rather than the captor he is, lets you sneak out of his bedroom in the middle of the night and into his lab, where his 'rapture cure' was conveniently left in plain-sight beside a syringe gun already prepared for injection. he lets you think that your alright, now, that you've escaped the worst thing he's ever done.

and then, he drives his fangs into your neck, holding you close as you go through the motions, as you realize that your body's reaction to him isn't something you can drown out with terror and loathing and fear, anymore. you haven't been cured, he just replaced one addiction with another and now, you're as reliant on him as he is on you. it's not love, but it feels close enough as you claw at his chest and pant against his neck, as you promise to behave and to follow his rules and to do whatever he wants, as long as he takes care of you. as you promise to love him, as long as he takes care of you.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #yandere spiderverse

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apolloanddaphnis · 6 months

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Eddie Munson x Horror!Bimbo Reader Headcanons Part Dos 🦇 🗡 💗

She loves dolls, like Barbie dolls. She has so many of them, she calls them all Marie Antoinette, and has each one in the case holding their own head.

Sometimes she wears Eddie's band shirts as a dress (he's a guy and it's the 80s so his shirts and jackets are oversized because let's face it our little coffin cutie isn't gonna be Nancy's size. Nothing wrong with her size because Nancy is hot and perfect her body is perfect but the group needs other perfect bodies.) And when she bends over he can see her thong because our neighborhood gore whore ain't the type to wear shorts underneath and protect her virtue.

Eddie. Goes. Feral!

He makes up any excuse to rub against her or touch her back.

Their friendship is already at the place where she sits in his lap. And at lunch it takes everything he has as she has her cunt that is only protected by a thin thong that presses between her slit, that is pressing against the crotch of his denim and wetting it. It takes every thing he has not to unzip and slip it in. Because that would not be friendship anymore...no...

He nearly cums in his pants again when she stands up when lunch ends to see her face flush.

Horror!Bimbo makes Eddie's lunch for school everyday. She makes him club sandwiches, double decker sandwiches, soups in a thermos, meatloaf sandwiches, she goes all out and his friends always weep with envy as they eat pb&js and baloney sandwiches.

She also goes over to the trailer often to make dinner. Excited constantly about trying new recipes, using her allowance money to buy the ingredients for her recipes. But Eddie doesn't allow that to go far, he always puts money in her pocket literally, has to force her to take it, doing more deals to make more money for her. Eventually she stops putting up a fight and takes the money because Eddie gets a 'do what I tell you or else' look in his eye.

She does his laundry and when she's over tidies his room up a bit and brings over fresh sheets from her place.

When horror!bimbo finds his playboy and penthouse stash she asks him if she would be pretty enough to pose for these magazines because she has always wanted to. "You're way sexier than Kim Morris bunny, but there is no way I'd ever let the world see that. "

Eddie would always drop casual dominance with her, and it always made you a fuzzy brained wet mess. Like whenever they walked through the hallways together and he'd gently guide her with a hand on her lower back. Or when they cross the street and he will hold his arm out in front of her until they could cross because one time she almost got hit in the parking lot. Or when he always has her sit either next to him or in his lap. There's also him always making sure she eats, asking "what did you have for breakfast?" "Did you remember to pack lunch?" "Sit, eat, you won't wait to serve us to eat your dinner." He even packs snacks for she so you can munch throughout the day. He nearly lost his shit when there was a time our coffin bimbo was starting a diet, only ensures and slimfast. "You're on some good shit if you think I'm allowing you to starve yourself and ruin your perfect body bunny, not on my goddamn life, you must be certified crazy if you think I would allow that!"

He makes her feel cherished and taken care of.

And when they go to a drive in movie or Benny's or anywhere he never lets her pay, and when she runs through her allowance quickly, he gives her more money.

She knows he's been working more to take care of her, so bimbo!reader will run him nice hot bubble baths because her Eddie works so hard for her.

She honestly loves being at her best friend Eddie's more than at home. Even added some touches to his room, like her stuffies, her favorite horror novels, her clothes, her soap, her skin care, hair stuff, perfume, just slowly nesting. Even brings Pyewacket and Socky (Socrates) over to be watched by Wayne during the day since he works at night. Pyewacket actually LIKES Wayne, maybe because he feeds him those Vienna sausages...

And when poor Chrissy Cunningham doesn't see it coming when reader notices her getting close to HER Eddie, and surprises Chrissy with spiders in her cheer locker..

#eddie munson x bimbo!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie fanfic #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x horror!bimbo reader

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val-cansalute · 7 months

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PICKING UP THE ———- PIECES -———

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a/n: short first chapter 🫤 also BORING AS FOCK but the next few will be longer and better, just stick with me cw: implied depression/ptsd, dark themes, not too heavy but please don’t read if this might trigger you, angst, no smut in this chapter but there might be some later on, creds to cafekitsune for dividers, MDNI 😡

Six months ago today, your gaunt figure limped through Jackson for the first time, arms scarred and trembling, and face adorned with a vacant expression. You’ve been here for a while now.

You heard Maria say, with time, you’d come out of your shell - actually speak to the others. But, no, you still stay holed up in your decaying room, recalling what happened that day obsessively, and only ever leaving to go on patrol. Only when you absolutely have to.

God, you don’t even know if you can call this grief anymore. Seems as though you built a nest in the sorrow. Would it still be considered missing him if you desperately want to stop seeing his face whenever you close your eyes.

Fuck, don't say that. Never say that.

Promise I still love you, big brother. Promise I'd do anything to see you again.

Well, nobody really pays you any mind; you just sink into the shadows of the shitty little apartment you've been put in. And it doesn’t matter to you because the thought of getting close to people again makes you sick anyway.

Never wanna feel this pain. Never again. Fuck, just go away, please.

I'm so sorry, Soren.

You’ve waited it out for months but, at this point, you've given up hope. Feels like maybe it’s time to go be on your own. You know it’s dumb, but you haven’t got much to live for now that he’s gone.

Late night, you crawl into the comfort of misery, chaining yourself to each painful memory; you cannot leave a single shard behind. Not one.

You will carry this with you for the rest of your days.

Somewhere along the line, dark fades to light and your mind goes blank for the first time in an eternity as you get up to follow that same routine.

Today, same as yesterday, and yesterday's yesterday, and yesterday's yesterday's yesterday, etc., etc., your partner is Ellie.

Maria seems to think the two of you are acquaintances, especially since the extroverted people around your age hadn't been able to drag much more than a few words out of you, but you don’t really talk, you stay out of each other’s ways.

You struggle to keep the smile up against the pushback of your aching cheeks when you’re talking to other people. Can never let them see.

Not even for a good reason. God, it’s just such an effort to talk about. It’s better for it to just nestle in your mind, where it’s made it’s home, where it’s comfortable.

Maybe part of why you stay out of each other’s ways is because you'd inadvertently come off as a dick during your first encounter, which would've been enough to push the already closed off Ellie to not interact with you at all. You weren't actually being rude though; she's hopefully figured that out at this point. She probably just got used to the interactions between you; silence dusted with passive aggressive remarks.

But, she doesn’t say much when you freak the fuck out if a clicker comes at you in a way that brings back memories. You’re grateful, regardless of her reason for doing so.

Perhaps it's the thought of leaving that is the spur to prick your sudden violence and, now, even you can tell you're getting worse. The feeling - it ensnares you like a bear trap when you see a clicker, so you fire frantically at its head. Blood splatters all over your front and you pull at the hem of your shirt to get a better look, mumbling, "Shit..." when you see the white fabric soaked through with the clicker's blood; cold water to the face.

Among the chaos, you must have turned on your foot weirdly, because your ankle feels like a stake has been stabbed right through it with each movement and you don’t know if you can walk.

Ellie finally manages to trace the sound of the gunshot to you after calling your name in worry for the past couple of minutes, running over to you. She pulls you around and looks over your jittery body for anything to worry about - brushes a thumb over the wet material, jerking it away before you can notice; you’re hyper aware, so you always manage to anyway - and then furrows her brows at you.

“Can you stop fucking around?”

You nod apologetically,

"Sorry. Feeling a bit out of it today..."

She sighs, still clearly angry, and turns away, "Let's go. We’re done here.”

You watch her figure retreat as you mount your horse with shaky footing. The ride back is a silent one. Once you reach the gates, you get off and pat the horse’s side. It has a name; you never cared to learn it. Maybe you knew you couldn’t stick around for long.

“Come on. Why are you just standing there?"

When your eyes meet hers, you feel utterly pathetic, but you don't have much of a choice.

“Can you… find, like, a stick? A big one...”

She stays quiet for a moment, seemingly thrown off by your question, so you're quick to add,

“I would do it but... I don't know, fuck, never mind...”

Ellie raises an eyebrow at you, her line of sight flicking down to your ankle as she takes note of your awkward stance and mutters with a sigh that makes you feel small, "Pain in the ass," before shaking her head.

"Yeah, it looks pretty bad," Ellie says after she crouches down and touches the wound, eliciting a pained wince (and a farewell to your last shred of dignity) from you.

She rises to her feet and brushes herself off as you wait for more of a response.

"Stick, right? You want a stick?"

You nod with a clenched jaw. She keeps looking down at you and the constant anticipation is starting to piss you off.

"No, you gonna ask for what you really need?" she says. "And drop the whole ‘tough guy’ act?"

You chuckle dryly, turning your eyes to the floor.

"You ever considered that maybe I actually am just a tough guy?"

“Ha ha,” she states in monotone, “Think you gave away the fact that you're not when you started crying over a twisted ankle," to which you raise an eyebrow at her.

“Uh, okay, nothing you just said was true, but, sure. Sure.”

“Yeah? Come over here and say that with some heart then, tough guy.”

You manage to take a few steps before falling.

"Yeah, that’s what I thought. Gonna need to be carried back," Ellie says.

“What about the big ass stick?”

“What is i-Fuck. Listen, even if that helps, which it won’t, you’d wreck your ankle even more and everyone’d be on my ass about it. So, quit talking and get over here," she says, reaching over to lift you off the floor.

You grimace jokingly, but Ellie doesn’t pick on the humorous nature of your words, “Oh. No piggyback?”

Ellie sighs, turning and crouching in front of you before you get on.

"I swear to god, you're infuriating," she sneers. "Now put your arms around my neck."

You’re acting slightly outside the confines of your silent, gloomy self again, and pretend to strangle her, “Since you asked so nicely.”

And you laugh at your own joke as you properly wrap your arms around her neck

"I'm glad you're having a good time; at least one of us is enjoying ourselves,” she grits out but you can hear the repressed smile in her voice.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.”

"Good. Now shut up and enjoy the ride." Ellie says before turning her gaze back to the front.

As the two of you make your way through the fairly empty paths of Jackson, Ellie remains silent, her expression unreadable.

You keep your eyes focused on her, the small puff of air that leaves her mouth with each step, and staying quiet as your chin finds itself resting casually upon her shoulder

After a few minutes of walking in silence, Ellie finally speaks up again. Her voice is so close, the warmth of her breath and heat.

“You got them girls off your ass yet?”

“Who? The ones that are trying to... befriend me?”

“Mhm, the ones that you’re kinda friends with.”

“Yeah, they quit trying.”

"Don’t blame you… I mean, I can understand, but don’t make it too obvious.”

“I’d rather not-“

“Right, it’s just- well, if you want to be alone, fine. I… can even… make sure those assholes don’t bother you, or whatever- but, not on patrol! Don’t go wandering around on your own like that ever again. It’s dumb."

“I know, I just got caught up in the moment. Sorry.”

"Good."

A heavy silence befalls the two of you as she trudges on.

"Why are you so damn heavy?" she eventually mutters.

You lift your head off her shoulder reflexively, aware of your weight pulling her down all of a sudden,

“Sorry.”

Ellie looks over her shoulder at you, her eyebrows knitted in unexpected concern,

“Hey… I was kidding.”

“Right… I knew that…”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever," she says. "Hm, look at that, we made it," gently patting your thigh before pushing the doors open. "Time to get off."

You slowly slide off her back, making sure to land on your good leg as you watch her search the area curiously in a waiting, one-footed stance.

She returns after a second, picking you up to place you on top of one of the quaint, makeshift hospital beds before she begins rummaging through the supplies. You watch her muscles flex and then, the sight of a woman you'd seen around captures your focus.

"What happened to her?" the woman asks, causing Ellie to lift her head, looking down at you.

"Twisted my ankle."

"Well, obviously," her tone is laced with sarcasm. "My question was how you twisted your ankle."

"Turned weird."

Your response earns you a bemused raise of her blonde eyebrows, "Alright, whatever," she says, pulling up a chair and sitting before you.

After a short, boring while, she lets go of your leg and looks up at you again,

"So, you got a sprain. I'm gonna have to wrap your ankle up, alright?"

A lock of her hair continuously pesters her as she begins carefully tending to your ankle, pulling fresh bandages taut around the injury.

"It's gonna stay sensitive for a few days," the woman states, "And you shouldn't walk on it for at least a week."

She places a hand upon Ellie's shoulder, pulling her out of the deep-end of her thoughts, and turning her away from you. A muffled, but aggressive, hushed conversation ensues between them as you glance around the room restlessly, only making out the irritated tone of Ellie's responses. It ends with her pinching her nose bridge and mumbling a, "Fine," and they're facing you again.

The woman gives the two of you a nod before exiting the room,

"You two be safe out there."

“Alright. I’ll take you home. Now, get on," she turns, arms out, backpack on her front, as she waits for you to get onto her back again.

The route to your place is short and quiet as night blankets the world, or what’s left of it. Before you know it, she's pushing open the door and setting you down on yet another tattered bed - your own.

You hiss at the contact your ankle makes with the bed, but Ellie seems unfazed, patting your thigh in the same way she did before, the way that made your stomach twist,

“You gonna be okay?”

You nod, though her deadpan tone doesn’t leave much room for the honest truth.

“Alright, well… I’ll get going, then.”

There’s a stark contrast in life between her coming and going; the constant rustling of the fabric of her coat and the sound of her heavy winter boots against your creaky floorboards, the sound of her sniffles and low voice, and the flurry of gusts of nippy winds whistling - all shut out with the cold of the outside once she closes the door behind her. Well, most of it.

Now, you’re left with the bite of cold air and the deafening silence that haunts you as you sit still upon your mattress with darkness cast over the room, seeming to melt everything together.

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 7 months

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hi I'm so excited for your dad Levi event I was wondering if you could do post war Levi

him and reader have been through everything together and never had time for romance but after the war they settle down and she gets pregnant because she always wanted a family

it was hard for me to not just dive into actual smut once i decided how i wanted to write this tbh

Mini-Us | 2K Follower Event | Post-War Dadvi Drabble

✧ word count ➼ ~700 ✧ notes ➼ post-war, fluff, suggestive but nothing too explicit

You knew the insomnia was hitting hard whenever you opened your eyes and the room was still shrouded in darkness. On some days, you'd get up right as the sun was rising, but this wasn't one of those days.

You heard some shuffling behind you and, upon turning, saw that Levi was also awake. From the look on his face, it seemed like he hadn't really slept since the two of you crawled into bed a few hours ago. You saw that he was shifting his weight to avoid placing any potential strain onto his bad knee and knew that it was flaring up again. It could've been what was causing his insomnia or vice versa, in which sitting in bed from not being able to sleep agitated it from him being stiff.

"Need me to grab something?" you asked quietly, your voice hoarse from just waking.

Levi looked over at you and shook his head.

"Just stay with me for a bit," he murmured.

"It's 4am," you teased, "where the fuck am I going to go?"

You smirked as you saw his eyebrows scrunch together into a frown, using this time to crawl underneath his arm and place your head on his chest. He tightened his grasp around you, pulling you securely up against his bare chest.

You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, taking in the scent of the soap he had used while bathing that was mixing in with his own. It was comforting.

"Ever think about having a kid?"

The question immediately prompted you to pull back slightly so that you could see his face. You blinked a few times as you looked at him in surprise.

"What?"

You could almost feel the disappointment radiating from him through just his body posture alone.

The two of you had been around each other since forever, having met early throughout your time in the Scouts. You grew close fast and feelings blossomed within the blink of an eye, but you never officially got together until after the war. There just wasn't any time, with the war against the Titans, and then Marley, and then dealing with the events that led up to the Rumbling.

"Nevermind," he grumbled, avoiding your gaze and beginning to turn away.

"Nono, wait," you protested as you reached for him to turn him back towards you. "I'm sorry, I just wasn't expecting the question. I'd..."

You trailed off as you pulled up recent memories of seeing Levi in the position of the fatherly caregiver: handing out candy to the child refugees or mentoring Falco and Gabi, which immediately prompted a small smile to appear on your face.

"I'd love that," you whispered. "You sure you'd be able to handle a mini-us running around?"

He blinked and looked right at you.

"I'm sure we'll manage," he spoke quietly, matching your tone.

You looked directly into his eyes, noting that the moon was reflecting off the gray of his good eye. You gently ran your fingers over his scars, always mesmerized with them and how it symbolized everything that the two of you had survived through.

He pulled you towards him, his soft lips gently pressing against yours. You let out a small 'mmm' as you moved your lips back against his, chills traveling throughout your body as you felt his hand drop from your cheek and down to your waist.

You reached to grab onto his wrist once you felt his hand traveling lower to give him pause, pushing back on his shoulder so that he was leaning back against his pillow. Your lips never lost contact with his as you slowly turned and raised your leg around him so that you were straddling him.

His hands grabbed onto your hips as your kisses grew more heated and you began to feel his tongue against your lips as the two of you got more and more lost within each other's embrace.

You shouldn't have been surprised when you realized a few weeks later that your cycle hadn't come, but you were—and so was he when you revealed the news that you were indeed pregnant with his child.

#follower event #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi heichou x reader #captain levi x reader #levi fluff #levi #levi ackerman #levi heichou #captain levi #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin #snk

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hueningsloverr · 4 months

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౨ৎ isn't it obvious !

pairing: soobin x reader summary: soobin was smart, just not when it came to love. and you weren't exactly the most confident. that's where taehyun comes in. word count: 0.9k extra: inspired by katherine li's 'isn't it obvious'! apart of my valentines day series

soobin always prided himself in how observant he was, at least in regards to his friends. when it came to love, he was oblivious. no matter how many times girls would confess to him, he always found himself taking their confessions the wrong way. confessions that consisted of very heartfelt words always fell short of the line of actually saying "i love you".

and to soobins mind, those three words made a large difference. love was different from like. "i really like you!" always had an added "as a friend" in his mind.

that is why liking soobin was pointless if you ever wanted a romantic relationship. yet, you somehow still found yourself drawn to him.

you weren't the type to confess to crushes on a whim - your friends weren't sure if you had ever confessed to anyone in your life. it would make sense that you hadn't.

you could barely talk to people you didn't know, let alone a person you were infatuated with.

you were a watcher, and you had accepted that role in your life.

it made life easier, only ever watching, never having to talk. you could observe things about people, pick and chose your actions more carefully.

somehow, soobin never managed to pick up how your gaze always landed on him - and it was pretty clear it did. soft, lovestruck eyes always finding him, even in a crowded room.

soobin also never let it register that when you'd freeze up, it was because of him. whenever he'd enter the room, you'd momentarily go into overdrive, no matter what you were doing prior.

you'd never tell him how you felt - the fear of rejection alone was too much. let alone the idea that maybe he'd laugh at you, tell all his friends - something terrible.

naturally, you expected that if you were ever going to have a reltationship with the boy, he'd have to make the first move. yet, you couldn't even tell him that.

his friends all knew, obviously. they were able to pick up on the way you'd avoid eye contact with the teen - well really, avoid any contact. taehyun picked up on it first, and while he really didn't mean to tell anyone before he confirmed it, he blinked and all of the sudden the three other boys knew.

you tried to lie your way out of it - tell them that soobin was "just a friend!", a really good one at that. but they saw right through. unlike soobin, they weren't so oblivious to love.

"just tell him," taehyun smiled, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to think through the best course of action. "you could even just text him! soobin is a kind person."

he was trying to be supportive. trying to help you out. but there is no helping a person who freaks out, giggling and kicking their feet, when even a mere name is brought up. so naturally, saying 'the s word' got you all discombobulated.

"tyun! i - god. his smile, oh my god did you see his smile?" you giggled, face buried in your hands as you rolled around on your bed. you really were acting like a teenager who was in love. "i could never text him! i'd type something wrong, and then the whole thing would be messed up!"

taehyun sighed.

you were an overthinker. every scenario had at least five outcomes when it came to you.

"then… let me text him?" he offered, "you could tell me what to write, and then i'd hit send!"

you paused.

overthinker.

"fine." you huffed, moving to grab your phone from your nightstand.

no texts from soobin.

you handed it gingerly to taehyun, already regretting your decision. what if taehyun was the one who messed it up for you?

he nodded when he was ready to type, 'soobin🩷' largely displayed on the screen.

"what do i even say, tyun?" you whined, throwing yourself back on your bed. "hey, soobin! i'm in love with you! but i've never said anything because i didn't want to mess up the friendship we had. if you even think of me as a friend! practically every night i want to just tell you how i feel, but not doing it was better off than knowing you didn't feel the same!"

taehyun laughed slightly, tossing your phone towards you.

he had written what you said.

and sent it.

"tyun!" you gasped, eyes wide as you held your phone with shaking hands. "i was joking! oh my god - you sent it!"

taehyun shrugged, stretching. "yeah, but he's already read it so there’s no going back."

you practically screamed.

there was a high chance someone thought you were being attacked.

your feelings were.

you felt your phone buzz in your hands and you instinctively tossed it to taehyun. "you open it! you got me into this mess." you pleaded, too scared to open the message yourself.

he laughed again, shaking his head. "you might want to read this yourself." he grinned, handing it back.

soobin🩷 | 'really? i thought you hated me.' soobin🩷 | 'i'm in love with you too.' soobin🩷 | '...' soobin🩷 | 'did you text me then die?'

you felt your heart stop beating. maybe you would die right then and there.

"oh," you mumbled to yourself, texting back as taehyun watched eagerly.

(y/n) | 'isn't it obvious?'

needless to say, though soobin was oblivious to most girls, something about your rambling confession opened his eyes.

authors note: part 2!!! and yes, i’m aware it’s taehyun birthday 😭 i’m posting by member age so tyun is after gyu (wednesday)

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bowdownperv · 8 months

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How about first time/losing virginity to Best friend Billy Hargrove

First Time [B.H]

Warnings: 18+, sexual content, virginity loss

"I like him, I don't like him"

Every time your heart said you liked him, your brain instantly shut it down. Why? Because you didn't like him. He was your best friend. A man you could trust who'd take care of you without expecting something in return. And okay, sure he was smoking hot. And you'd absolutely stare at his bulging biceps a little too long when he was done getting a pump at the gym. And fine, maybe sometimes you did look at the bulge in his sweatpants and think about how big his cock was; how it would feel for him to wrap his big arms around you and slam you down on it not letting you cum until you'd finally admit-

"Fuck, I like him."

Spring came and went fast, but little did you know you'd be coming even faster.

Billy was the type of boy that teachers warned you about and your parents scorned you to stay away from. He had a tough, bad boy looking exterior; but on the inside, he was the sweetest boy you'd ever known.

Whenever you were stressed in the library, head in your hands, Billy would come over and ask to sit with you. His warm presence automatically lifted you up as he tried, but failed, to help you with your homework and distract you by cracking dumb jokes; which still made you laugh.

He'd drive you home from school in his Camaro so you didn't have to take the bus. Giving you his extra pair of sunglasses and looking over at you with a smile when the wind would blow your hair into your face. Just driving through town enjoying each others company.

He was also someone you trusted. You'd have deep conversations with him where you'd tell him about all your boy issues, and about the ones who made you uncomfortable. Billy promised to always protect you from them.

He never tried to hit on you or imply anything sexual with you. It was always just sweetness. Telling you how beautiful you looked when you were a total mess. Holding your hand when crossing the street to buy you ice cream. And inviting you over all the time where you'd sit together on his bed watching cartoons. Maybe sitting a little too close to each other.

This is the way it had always been. You knew that Billy would be a perfect boyfriend to some girl but you'd just presumed you weren't her. Not because you didn't want that necessarily, but because you expected that it was off the table. That is until June rolled up with the last day of school.

❊ ❊ ❊

"Hey Y/N," Billy appeared behind your locker making you jump.

"Oh, sorry. Did you want to get ice cream after school with me?" he asked playing with his fingers.

You lost all focus, your eyes were staring at his hands and you cursed at yourself for the scenarios you were imagining.

You thought about his big hands holding your waist. How they would feel grabbing your ass. How his slender fingers would reach so deep inside your p-

"Y/N?"

"What? Oh, yeah sure. I'd love to," you said, coming back to reality.

Fuck. Billy was your best friend. You weren't supposed to be having all these dirty thoughts about him.

"Okay, great," he smiled. "I'll pick you up at 3."

As you watched him leave you felt so guilty — but mostly horny.

Admittedly, this wasn’t the first the time you thought about Billy in a sexual way.

There were those nights you were sprawled out on your bed, and your hand would reach underneath the soft fabric of your panties to rub your at pussy. Thinking about Billy behind you, tugging your waist into his own, plunging his thick cock inside of you. Forcing you to swallow his cum. Or maybe you’d be on top of him riding his cock while his warm moans echoed against your throat.

You'd like to think this mindset was a phase, and only temporary, but it had been slowly getting worse since you'd first met him.

The rest of the school day was filled with humid classes, boring speeches, and a wet pussy.

As the final school bell rang signaling summer vacation, you slowly made your way out the doors following the crowd. Feeling the instant sting of the sun on your shoulders as your fingers played with your tank top strings. Squinting from the yellow sun in your eyes, you looked around for Billy’s car. When you heard the rattle of gears scraping against metal, you knew to follow the sound. There Billy was laughing whilst revving the engine of his Camaro. You broke out a shy smile. It was an inside joke between the two of you. One of Billy’s main ways of attracting girls was through his car. The sound of rust grinding somehow turning them on. That kind of shit never impressed you though. Which was something Billy liked. You were different.

“Hop in, Y/N,” he said, popping the door open for you.

You crawled inside. Shaking your ass a little to get adjusted. Billy unconsciously stared at it. It didn’t help you were wearing your tiniest pair of denim shorts. You changed into them earlier in the locker room just to tease him. Your squinted eyes peered up at up at him while his hand naturally went to grab yours, squeezing it.

“We made it!” he exclaimed with a dumb, toothy smile. “Free at last!”

“I’m still surprised you didn’t flunk out,” you teased with a smile and a hand in your hair. You put on a pair of your red, heart-shaped glasses you kept in his cup holder. He had bought you them as a joke but you loved how cute they looked.

“That’s all thanks to my amazing tutor.”

It was true. When Billy briefly mentioned how bad his grades had fallen. You were the only one who actually cared. The only one that was there for him, and help him get them up. You’d come to his place every week with flash cards and quiz him on all his subjects. You were the reason he was able to pass his classes. And he appreciated it more than you'd ever know.

“I’m really proud of you Billy,” you said, tapping your cherry nails on the top of his hand.

“Now let’s get that ice cream you promised me.”

Billy’s face was covered in a sincere smile as he pulled the gear stick into drive and drove off leaving behind a contrail of gray, puffy smoke. The aroma of petrol lingered in the air.

❊ ❊ ❊

Riding in Billy’s car was like kissing summer. The wind blowing in your air. The sun shining on his steel, finished hood making tiny icy reflections. The smell of citrus and diesel. There was an invisible string of chemistry between the two of you. You felt it reeling you into Billy and you hoped he’d felt it too.

When you heard the click of his blinker, you knew you’d arrived. Billy hopped out first and grabbed your hand to help you. It was little actions like that in which you’d always remember.

You both got the largest ice creams you could. Sitting on a white, wooden bench, laughing. Enjoying the taste of sweet strawberry.

Billy was always very touchy way with you in the most adoring way. It was his love language. But something about today was different. It felt to you less playful and more passionate. The way his hand moved from the small of your back—squeezing your hand—and then settling on your naked thigh. You stared at your melting ice cream, unable to even look at him. His strong arms poking out of his black tank top, the bulge in his gym shorts, the stained, snug look that was always on his handsome face.

Your ice cream was dripping and so was your pussy.

“Hey, uh. I didn’t know if you were doing anything tonight. But maybe you’d wanna come over and celebrate at my place together. There's some things I wanted to say to you. I mean, you're the only reason I made it through this year.”

You hoped to god he’d mistake your blushing cheeks for sunburn.

“Sure, why not,” you giggled.

“Ok. Great,” he smiled scratching his head. You loved it. The way everyone built him up to be such a tough, bad boy. But how soft and shy he was around you. You loved how nervous he’d get when asking you to hang out with him, yet play it off like its no big deal. When in his head he's praying for you to say "yes".

Billy didn’t have a great life at home. He didn’t have people who supported him, or even cared whether he failed out of school or not. All he had was you. But you cared so much. You wanted nothing more than to see him do good and cheer him on the whole way there. Billy never took you for granted. He never had a girl like you who saw him for anything more than sex. And for that, he was so incredibly grateful for you.

Suddenly, unable to control yourself. You kissed his cheek with your cold, strawberry lips. Watching how it instantly turned red. Before he could say anything, you quickly stood up and plucked a wildflower, placing it in your hair. You walked back over to him with a smile and stood between his spread legs. Your faces inches apart.

“Look how pretty,” you said. Grabbing his much larger hand to touch it.

“Almost as pretty as you,” he said confessionally.

You blushed so hard. Not knowing what to say or do. Despite the blazing heat, you were frozen. Frozen in time with this man in front if you. Your bodies radiating love to one another. Your heart jittery from the touch of his hand and the way his sunset eyes were glued onto you. The sun could explode right now and you wouldn’t even notice. A cage of exotic butterflies were unleashed in your tummy.

You held onto his left calloused hand and spun. A contagious smile washed over his face as he watched you. Teeth shining brighter than the rays of sun. His tan skin as creamy as honey. He could’ve got down on one knee right then and there.

It was a beautiful day. The sun beaming over your heads like a spotlight. Green grass contrasting the blue sky. Cotton balls of pollen hopping around like bubbles in the wind. But the most beautiful of all was the man standing in front of you.

You absorbed each others energy. Reminiscing on memories from the past year. The time when you saw a cherry tree and Billy held you on his broad shoulders so you could pick the fruit. And how you later tripped and stained your white skirt red. Making Billy carry you back to the car.

You remembered all the late nights of tutoring Billy. Where you’d both crash from exhaustion. How he’d be a gentleman and give you his bed while he slept on the floor. How you secretly wished he would share the bed with you. Cuddling his pillow that smelled like him. Pretending it was him.

❊ ❊ ❊

Before long, you were back in the Camaro heading to his place. Head looking out the window peacefully, but sadly because Billy wasn’t yours. He always right there, so close to you. Yet so far away. You didn’t want to risk destroying the relationship that you’d had, but some friendships were made to be broken. You sighed.

The gravel grumbled under his tires as he pulled up to his trailer.

“Here we are.”

Billy carried your school bag with his own as you followed him inside.

You entered his trailer and made your way to his room. Billy’s bedroom was a small, but cozy sanctuary. A safe place that housed so many memories. You hopped on his unmade bed, legs dangling off the edge.

Billy came over to you and rubbed your thigh. You felt your heart free fall.

“I just wanted to say that I’m really grateful for you Y/N. You were always there for me when I needed someone. I hope I can do the same for you.”

Your cheeks felt like they were going to explode.

“Awe, of course Billy. I’m always here for you. You’re very special to me.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him into you. You were instantly at peace. He was your home. With his chin resting on top of your head, you’d wish you could stay like that forever; together.

“Hey uhm, why did you kiss my cheek like that earlier?” he asked hiding his hands in his short pockets.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “You just looked really cute I guess.”

“I could say the same about you,” he laughed.

Your hands naturally went to play with your hair. It was one of those awkward moments where you didn’t know what to say. Was he flirting with you? Do you flirt back? What if that’s not what he was implying at all. What if you ruin everything.

“Let’s play a game,” you said. “Truth or dare.”

Billy sat in the floor and looked up at you. Squinting his eyes like you were his prey.

“You go first.”

“M-kay, truth or dare Billy.”

“Dare.”

Oh, the things you could dare him to do. Kiss your lips until you suffocate. Lick your pussy. Fuck you on his bed...

“I dare you to slap yourself in the face”

Lame.

He landed quite a hard slap to his face making you giggle. Making you daydream about him slapping your ass while balls deep inside you.

“Alright, truth or dare, Y/N”

“Truth.”

You watched as Billy furrowed his eyebrows and strokes the stubble on his chin.

“Have you ever faked an orgasm?”

Your pussy literally gasped.

“I’ve never actually done it before.”

“What, have an orgasm?”

“No, I’ve never had sex before,” you kicked your legs nervously.

Billy almost didn’t believe you. You had told him everything. Or so he thought. You were so a beautiful girl. Out of his league he assumed. How could you be a virgin?

“Oh, so are you waiting for marriage?”

“I’ve just never really had the opportunity. I want to do it with a guy I can trust.”

“That’s understandable,” he lowered his chin. “You deserve that.”

Your heart was beating so fast you felt like you were going to pass out.

“Truth or dare, Billy.”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss me.”

Billy’s eyes glowed.

“Is that what you really want?”

“Fuck, Billy. Just come here and kiss me.”

Billy practically ran to your body sitting on the bed. Cupping your face with his big hands as his lips collided against yours. He tasted forbidden. Like the first bite out of the apple in Eden. He eagerly stuck his tongue in your mouth which you encouraged by sucking on it.

Hit calloused fingertips traced your skin like warm sandpaper. His hot breath mixing with your own. You were right where you were supposed to be. All the stars and galaxies somehow aligned to put you in this exact moment; together. After all these years of jarring up your feelings, you were finally brave enough to open the lid.

“Billy, I want you to fuck me.”

Billy couldn’t believe the dirty words coming out of your sweet lips. He put his hand on his head. Unable to think straight with all the blood going to his cock, and the thought of fucking his best friend.

“I hope you know I didn’t invite you over here just to get in your pants,” he said sincerely.

“I know, I know Billy. I’m ready now and I want it to be you. I always have.”

“Are- are you sure?” he stumbled on his own words. Waiting for the word, "yes," so he could finally do what he’s wanted to since his eyes first saw you.

“Yes, please.”

He quickly planted one more kiss to your mouth. You could feel his smile against your lips.

❊ ❊ ❊

Billy's hand cupped your jawline, pulling you into his lips. It was warm. The way his lips felt, his taste of honey that dripped down your throat and filled you with sweetness. Your lips fluttered with one another’s.

Before you knew it, you were reached to bring his hand under your t-shirt. Holding onto his wrist and guiding his palm. You could see the shock in his face. He didn’t know what to do. You were in control.

Billy cleared his throat.

His hands roamed your tits. Whatever Billy was touching felt good whether that was your hand, your chest, your pussy. You wanted his electric touch all over your body. You needed him everywhere at once.

You guided Billy's hand in pulling off your shirt. Tossing it on the carpet of his messy bedroom floor. Billy stared at your bare tits like they were the light beyond heavens door. His big hands engulfed them and squeezed them hard, but somehow angelically. You threw your head back in pleasure. His mouth peppering your exposed throat in kisses and soon to be hickeys. Sucking on your delicate skin.

"Feels good?" he asked with a raspy tone. His hot breath beating on your throat made your nipples harden. His fingertips definitely noticed.

"So good Billy," you nearly cried. "No one's ever touched me like this before."

You could see by how he cocked his brow that your words raised his ego. He kept quiet with a smug look to his face and continued massaging your delicate tits. Your eyes fixated on the bulge in his gym shorts. It was always apparent, but it was significantly bigger now. You could always tell Billy had a big dick. He constantly had to readjust his pants. Sometimes you'd be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of his round cock head highlighted deliciously in his grey gym shorts. You'd wanna crawl between his legs right there and milk him with your sweet mouth.

You reached for his cock and rubbed it through the fabric of his shorts. It seemed so large and intimidating against your small hand. You could feel it chubbing up. He let out little whimpers into your neck.

"Can I play with your cock Billy?" you asked with a sweet voice and Bambi eyes.

"Fuck, Y/N..." was all he said. His face red and already beating with sweat like he had just finished a brutal workout.

You crawled over to him and pulled his shorts down curiously. You jumped back a bit when his giant cock sprang out hitting your lower lip. The tip already glazed with precum.

"I don't know what to do Billy," you pouted. "Tell me how to make you cum."

"Oh...fuck," he groaned. Billy was already trying not to bust a huge load all over your pretty face just from the dirty words coming out of your voice so heavenly.

"Spit in your hand for me sweetheart, ok?"

"Then use both hands to stroke it up and down."

You followed his orders. Spitting in your tiny hand and then coating your saliva along his cock. You had to spit in your hand a second time to fully lubricate it. Soon, his pink cock was bulging and completely painted in your saliva.

You shuffled your body closer to him and wrapped both hands around him. You looked up at him and batted your cartoon eyes. Slowly moving them down his impressive length. You started at his leaking head and moved down the shaft. Once you reached his big balls, you moved it up again. Going slow; painfully slow.

"A-am I doing it right Billy? Does it feel good?"

"Fuck," he groaned. His eyes wide with excitement as he watched you work.

"Feels too fucking good, you're such a good girl."

You smiled as your cheeks turned rosy.

"Can I put it in my mouth?" you asked nervously with a swallow.

"Goddamn baby," he whined. I'll guide you, okay?"

You nodded and stared down at his massive dick. Fuck, you thought. How were you supposed to fit that in your mouth?

Billy reached a hand to hold your hair behind your neck.

"Start slow baby, okay? Put the head in and I'll help you get the rest."

You looked down at his cherry mushroom head and licked your lips. Then, without hesitation wrapped your sweet lips around it and sucked. Tasting the salty precum as your tongue danced around it. You gazed up at him to see his reaction.

"Shit, baby," he exhaled. He looked like he was falling apart and you'd barely done anything.

"I'm gonna help you go down more, alright? Tap my thigh if it's too much."

With that, Billy took his free hand and pushed your head down his cock slowly. It didn't take long for him to hit your gag reflex and you frantically tapped his thigh. Your throat made a disgusting noise as your saliva poured down his cock and collected on his balls. He quickly pulled you off as you wiped your mouth. His cock and balls now dripping in your saliva.

"M sorry," you frowned. Looking up with him with glossy eyes.

"Can I try again?"

"You're doing fucking amazing," Billy reassured you, giving you a soft kiss to the forehead.

"We'll go slower this time, okay?"

You smiled bright enough to light the room and nodded.

This time, you were much more confident. As Billy guided you down his thick cock, you prepared yourself. Once his head started grazing your reflex, you trained yourself to not gag. Your mouth was more lubricated now than before which made it easier. You enjoyed the sentiment of having your best friends cock shoved down your throat.

Billy guided you about 3/4 the way down his cock before raising your head back up. Not wanting to push you too far on your first time. When his cock plopped out of your lips, a long string of saliva still connected it to your mouth. Billy smiled and wiped your lip with his thumb.

"Your cock tastes so good," you moaned. Still catching your breath.

"You did so good princess. I'm proud of you," he said rubbing your sore cheeks.

"I think I'm ready to feel your cock inside my pussy," you said bravely.

Truthfully, you were terrified. You had no idea what it was like to have anything up there besides your own fingers. Billy's cock was huge. Was it going to hurt? What if you couldn't handle it? But, taking one look at Billy made the worries in your head vanish. This is what you wanted, with who you wanted. And you were ready. You trusted Billy with your soul and you wanted no one other than him to cross this bridge with you.

Billy smiled at you and helped you undress. It was slow; sensual. You put your legs in Billy’s lap and watched him trail your panties down your legs. He looked up at you for validation; you nodded. Your panties were thrown in with the pile of your scattered clothes collecting on his floor.

You gasped as Billy gently pushed your body against the bed and held him self over you with one arm; his tricep muscle bulging. You slid his boxers down his calves and off his feet. Your hands naturally placed themselves on his bare ass.

With his free hand, Billy lined his pink, mushroom head up against the opening of your virgin pussy. You were the wettest you’ve ever been.

“I’m gonna put it in now, okay?”

You smiled and nodded.

Once he slid his cock into your folds, your mind evaporated. Suddenly, you knew what it meant to be alive. The beating of your heart telling your mind that this is what you want; this is who you love. Pleasure, lust, love all filled your head.

It had been a tight squeeze just to get the head in. You felt your pussy get stretched out for the first time ever. The long blue vein of your best friends cock was coursing with lust. You could feel it pulsing inside you due to how hard he was and was continuing to become.

Your hands pulled him closer. Your legs spread open for him with your ankles tied around his thighs.

“Shit, you're tight,” Billy moaned.

He leaned down on his forearms. His face inches away from your own. You felt his hot breath against your lips every time he moaned. He slowly slid more of his cock into you.

"Tell me if it's too much, I don't wanna hurt you."

"No-no, fuck its perfect," your hand reached for his cheek. He smiled in relief as you pulled him in for a deep kiss. You almost suffocated from how good he was making love to you. His lips fluttering against your own, his hot breath in your mouth, his cock filling up your pussy.

"Gonna put the rest in okay?" Billy said in-between a kiss. You smiled and wrapped your hands around his head. You pulled him close; wanting his lips deep with yours in the moment he bottomed you out.

"Oh fuck...fuck-," he hissed. Suddenly, hips smashed into your own as his balls kissed your ass. His cock fully stretched you out. His head fell down to the side next to yours. You could hear his puppy whimpers in your ear.

"Holy shit," you whined. You felt a tear roll down from how incredible your pussy felt. You had never been this turned on before; never this wet. Your arms grasped his sweaty, broad back; needing something to hold onto as your pussy adjusted to having such a giant cock stretching it out for the first time.

It was exactly what dreamed on for so long coming true. Billy's body on top of you dominating you. His cock plunging into you marking you as his territory; his girl.

Billy's mouth never shut the whole time.

You two stayed like that for a while, needing time to fully process what was happening. From the day Billy first met you, this is all he wanted. All he ever wanted was to call you his girl. You were the star of all his dreams. His daydreams were he fantasized about kissing you and holding you tight. His wet dreams were he came to the thought of fucking you just like this, hearing you scream your name as he made you fall apart. Waking up drenched in his own cum.

But you felt better than he'd ever imagined. Better than his fist when he would jerk himself off to the thought of you under him. And the fact that he was lucky enough to be the first person to ever fuck you? He almost came at the thought. He wanted nothing more than to be the only person to ever fuck you.

Billy slowly introduced a bit of thrusting. Swinging his hips and pressing you into his mattress with the force of his body, the bed was squeaking. His rough hand gently caressed the side of your face, keeping your eyes glued to his own as he fucked you. You could hear how wet you’d gotten from the damp sound his cock made driving into your pussy. Billy was your guide. Guiding you from the realm of girlhood into womanhood. Introducing you to love. Real love. How beautiful it is to be loved and be able to experience it in such an intimate way. How in this moment with Billy’s body on top of your own, you felt one with him. Two hearts beating together and connected sexually.

“Goddamn. You feel so good,” Billy whined connecting his lips to yours. It was so much. Too much. But not enough at the same time. You needed more of him.

“Fuck me harder. Please Billy,” you damn near cried into his mouth.

Billy’s eyes beamed with determination as he pummeled his cock deeper into you using the force of his glutes. Your mouth dropped open at the sudden change of pace. Your body squirmed but Billy kept you pinned down with his muscular arm against your chest. Tears of immense pleasure rolled down your rosy cheeks. You were moaning so loud the books on his desk were shaking.

“Fuck!” you screamed. “My pussy loves your cock!”

Your tits bounced against Billy’s chest with every thrust. You felt the hair on his chest brush against them. You felt the beating of his heart and his warm exhales against your skin. The way he takes care of you everyday translated to the bed where he was entirely focused on making you feel good.

“Shit-shit.” Billy moaned frantically. His hand pushed his sweaty hair back.

You were chanting his name like a cheerleader. Telling him how good his cock felt inside you. Holding onto any part of him you could grasp for support as he destroyed your pussy.

“I’m gonna cum Billy!” you screamed breathlessly.

“Cum for me. Please baby. Cum all over my cock,” Billy begged. Continuing to plunge his cock into you. Droplets of sweat and precum spraying out each time his skin slammed into into you.

Your head felt dizzy; drunk by lust. The amount of pleasure your pussy was getting hammered with was intoxicating. You could feel how swollen it had gotten. Your insides began untying like a ribbon. You couldn’t hold back anymore. Your pussy was giving up to the power of his cock.

“Fuck Billy! Fuck, I’m cumming!” you shrieked. Your mind ascended as you squirted all over Billy’s cock and bedsheets. Some droplets of your cum even sprayed onto the floor. You pulled him close to you, needing his comfort. The intensity of your orgasm was almost scary.

“Fucking shit,” Billy moaned at the beautiful sight of you falling apart under him.

“Need your cum,” you whined greedily. “Cum in my pussy.”

Billy’s strokes came to a stop. His body froze and you felt his cock twitching inside you and the warmth of his cum filling you up. It was satisfying feeling a mans cum inside you for the first time. Especially one who you trusted and loved so dearly.

The two of you had made a mess. Your pussy was overflowing like a cream pie with too much cream. Cum was dripping all down your thighs and Billy’s cock still tucked inside you. The two of you both sweating and panting, trying to catch your breath with heaving chests. Billy leaned down and smashed his lips against yours. His tongue interlocking with your own.

Billy tried to pull his cock out but you pulled him back.

“No. Stay,” you whined.

Billy smiled and plopped down next to you. Spooning you with his wet cock still tucked inside you. A puddle of your mixed cum collected on his bedsheets. His fingers combing through your hair. Untangling the strands that had become matted from him pounding you into the bed. He felt safe. Like home. Like the sun in your dark sky. You knew that this is where you were meant to be forever. In his arms. And you weren't gonna let any other of those basic bitches at school fuck your man.

“Truth or dare Billy?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to make me cum again.”

#first time!billy #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove smut #billy hargove imagine #smut

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the-90s-music-colosseum · 9 months

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Round 2 Group A Match 1

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Thom Yorke:

"what other musician has a five minute compilation of his moans on stage ? yeah? no one? i thought so. vote thom yorke for my well being"

"He wrote all I need. (sexiest song ever written)"

"He made out with BOTH of the Greenwood brothers (damn)"

"Three Radiohead albums are on the top 10 highest rated album of all time, therefore his cock is massive"

"Vote him please or I will cry - microwave anon"

"I actually do have a locket with his face in it. I wear it everywhere 🙂"

"He was too hot in his Pablo Honey era cant change my mind🗣️🗣️🗣️"

"I just love him so much. He's such a cutie I want to put him in my pocket and take him with me everywhere :)"

"He wrote Spectre (sexy)"

"https://youtu.be/0YuENQZTV0k?si=EM9dx5Ye0bX6Xa4a"

"He would never evade his taxes like SHAKIRA DID."

"I want to meet thom yorke in a a record store where our eyes meet for a split second and we each notice what section the other is looking through and although neither of us is brave enough to start a conversation with the other we go home and fall asleep dreaming of what might have happened if we had gotten up the courage to talk to that cute person in the store and get to know them. I need him so bad it’s appalling"

"He's really cool!! He has had great character development over the years too if you're into that sort of thing. He has a really beautiful soul"

"gotta support grampa"

"hws so fine i want to turn him into a keychain so i can dangle him from my purse & jingle him whenever km bored… i will breath on him until it fogs all over then wipe him with a cloth to keep him clean Like a pair of glasses"

"If he wins I will create the most beautiful victory art you could ever imagine. (My 6th grade graphic design class will finally come in handy)"

"he's got that disease steez hes a flotsam fairy, you can sling him around like those stretchy hands you get in the quarter machine, he'll get mad for a minute but its fine"

"https://pin.it/1v99xvI"

"https://pin.it/4nvY08s"

"Has the voice of an angel"

"I had a dream once that I saw him and Jonny Greenwood walking down the street. I walked up to them and told them how much Radiohead meant to me and asked Thom if he could sign my Pablo Honey CD I had on me for some reason and he pushed me into open traffic and I got hit by a car and died. Jonny laughed. 10/10 dream got killed by Thom Yorke"

"He made Let Down in 1997. Shakira could never"

Shakira:

"ITS SHAKIRA SHAKIRA. le lo lo le lo le??? guys come on. do u even care about latinas."

"Shakira is genuinely hotter than most people on earth, so."

"No one else sounds like Shakira. No one else moves like Shakira. (Whether you think that's a compliment or not is up to you.)"

""is anyone even voting for Shakira" ME. I AM."

"She gives me huge Stacy's mom vibe. Like I'd come over to my friend's house not to hang out with them but to talk to their mom about how her divorce makes her feel and so I volunteer to help around the house or anything she needs. I'll take the task of cleaning out the attic with the black widows I'll mow the lawn on a hot summer day so she can offer me a cold drink for my hard work. Sorry I got lost in thought but she was part of my lesbian awakening and I will not take any Shakira slander"

"Shakira literally made me a lesbian <3"

#most attractive 90s musician #polls #poll #90s music #tournament #90s #thom yorke #radiohead #shakira

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"OW, that’s too rough!"

"I wouldn't have to be if you'd just stay still!"

"You're gonna rip my finger off," your husband yowled and snatched his claws away from your grasp, giving you a nasty look as if you were intentionally trying to cause him pain.

you're aware of bowser's objections to having his nails trimmed, you could hear his complaining echo throughout the whole castle whenever he was forced into it by kamek; complaints flying out about it being the worst pain he's ever had to endure.

(you asked Junior if it was true, to which he denied and said he never felt anything when he had to get his claws cut. he just told you that his dad was a crybaby when it came to this sort of thing.)

you were happy to let him grow out his claws to his heart's content, if he didn't leave you completely covered in scratches from doing the littlest things. outside of the usual reasons you'd be left that disheveled, he didn't have the best handle on them now that they were so long. he somehow managed to destroy your favorite shirt just from giving you a hug.

he was scheduled for a filing a few days ago. conveniently, he was too busy training some new recruits; then, every day after that, he has somehow been able to evade you. for such a large and easy-to-spot guy, Bowser proved to be hard to pin down.

"sorry honey, it's getting late and i'm ready to hit the sack." it was 7:30 in the evening.

"I- uh- have to run some drills with the kids!" they were out of the castle that day.

"whining isn't going to make me go quicker," so, you took on the burden of filing down his claws.

you managed to catch him off guard when he snuck out of bed for a midnight snack. clad in just your pj's and whatever slippers were available, you cornered him, a metal nail filer gripped tightly in your hand.

the 'fight', if you could even call it that, might've alarmed a few guards with the pots and pans you brought down with you as you pinned down the stubborn turtle. it took some convincing that there was no real threat and that you were doing it for his own good; their king ordering them to help him from the floor didn't help your case.

where you got the nerve to defy him, he'll never know.

It's silent after that. the only sounds filling the room are dramatic hissing and the back-and-forth sawing of the filer.

If he wasn't mourning the loss of his long minion shredders, Bowser would've been over the moon at the domestic gesture. you, tending to his nails to ensure they were in perfect shape, and him getting to soak in your warmth as you make yourself comfortable in his lap.

why did he even have to cut his nails down anyway? it's not like he has to. they're perfectly fine and just add to his cool, jagged persona. So unfa-

"I'd really appreciate it if you didn't breath on my neck so much."

your only answer is an even heavier puff of warm air that's closer and had more power behind it, "it's not like they were buggin' anybody."

"i have a giant scratch on my back that says otherwise." his arm that you weren't holding wraps around your middle almost apologetically.

he grumbles behind you as you softly blow at the newly shortened, still sharp claw, "see, doesn't that look better?"

briefly examining the hand you raised up to his face, he chuffs and looks off to the side stubbornly, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of him admitting that he liked them way better than before.

"if you really loved me, you woulda left them the way they were." he barely argues.

rolling your eyes, you peel yourself out of his hold, "it's not exactly ideal to be a living pincushion, y'know."

he remains silent, refusing to even make eye contact.

"want me to make you a sandwich?" you softly bargained, holding his rough cheeks in your hands and running your thumbs over his scales in a way you know he likes.

there's a pause, then he huffs, "with extra spicy mustard and chili flakes sprinkled on top?"

"anything for you, my king," you land a wet kiss between his bushy brows with an obnoxiously cute 'mwah!' and began moving around the kitchen in search of said ingredients.

with your back turned to him, the flustered koopa takes a peek down at his newly primped claws, flipping his hands over to fully admire your work.

a jagged, lovesick grin bumpily spreads out on his muzzle; he could get used to this.

#rewatched that one scene from kfp #bowser x reader #the only man i'd ever make a sandwich for at 12 am <<33 #'its a drabble' i say as i revise it and make it even longer #cosmicwrites #unedited

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Reading the fleetway Sonic comic now and

I'm convinced that Tails is his special little guy??

I mean, he's an asshole, no doubt, but he passes up a party (mind you, he loves being celebrated as a hero so much) to go looking for Tails

He goes looking at his "favorite place" and literally dons shades and a worse attitude at learning Tails was taken

He genuinely cares about him as his buddy? Sure he complains about him or insults hin fairly often, but he clearly likes having Tails around enough to want him back??

Are we gonna talk about how Tails breaks free from Robotnik's control because he can't bear to keep hurting Sonic, because he cares?

This scene too reminds me so much of that scene from Fang the Hunter issue 1 where Tails called for Sonic and Sonic bid himself to be patient and not lash out because Tails is his friend. Like again, Fleetway!Sonic is an asshole, but he's holding back when it comes to Tails even a little bit

There's just constant proof whenever Tails is put in danger or captured that Sonic cares about his well-being. In fact he cares so much he just kind of is just indifferent about those he puts in danger by zeroing in on saving Tails (and those he saves he doesn't necessarily save with intent to). In this issue specifically, Sonic, the animal companions with him, and an unconscious Tails get washed away in a current of water, and rather than worry about his own well-being or those of his companions, he yells at them to keep ahold of Tails in the water so he can take care of the badnik.

Personally I feel like this sequence speaks for itself? Although Sonic is fairly confident, he risks his life on the chance that he can steer the Death Egg off course (and we're not even factoring in whether he can escape in time), and sends Tails away in the only escape pod. He literally gambles his life on this act of saving Emerald Hill and worries first about securing Tails', even if only Tails may end up escaping.

There's also the setting? Tails crying for Sonic and calling him the bravest hedgehog he ever met, Sonic reacting like he didn't just narrowly avoid death and that Tails is just stating the obvious, the two of them floating down in the escape pod during the sunset

I don't have the picture space to show it, but there's also another part of this issue where Sonic continuously nags Tails to stay out of danger and to let him handle everything alone, and then (after falling into a trap), starts talking to himself about how glad he is that Tails wasn't around to see him make such a rookie mistake. It's easy to read as Sonic always leaving Tails behind because he doesn't think much of him or thinks he'll be in the way, but I don't think that's completely true! I get the idea that Fleetway Sonic likes having his buddy around just as much as he wants his buddy to be safe. So he brings him around everywhere he can, but he forces him to hang back during the dangerous bits. And that's not to mention how this issue showed just how much Sonic values Tails' opinion of him.

And BOY does this scene get me

It's like

This is the first time Super Sonic ever appears in StC. Are we going to ignore that Fleetway!Super Sonic stops attacking and reverts back into regular Sonic because of Tails?

This is like Mecha Sonic in Archie's Mecha Madness special all over again, except Fleetway!Super Sonic is under no one's control. He stopped attacking because Tails bids him to remember them.

There's just so many little things about them in my reading so far that I almost can't believe it (and would hit the tumblr photo limit a number of times if I were to show it off)

If I had to label their relationship in StC, I'd say that, to Tails, Sonic is someone he admires greatly. He doesn't seem to be fond of Sonic's attitude (largely when it's aimed at those other than himself), and he expresses criticism as to how vain Sonic is and his eating choices, but ultimately he cares about Sonic enough to stick around with him and go on adventures from time to time. For Sonic, I think Tails is someone he secretly likes having around. He often criticizes him, and depending on his mood he'll do it whenever he gets an opening, but he's also just...bad at feelings. When Tails is in danger, he'll zero in on saving him, almost above all else, and then when he saves Tails he's going off about how he can't trust Tails to be alone, angry and annoyed. He's a jerk, but a jerk who cares more than he lets on about Tails. Tails isn't just some admirer, he's important to him, and at the same time, Tails' is someone whose opinion of him he values. Ahsjsjs and....he's also the kind of guy who would say something like "Hey, that's enough! Only I get to bully Tails!"

Is their relationship healthy? No😂 But also in StC it also comes off like...they're both choosing this. Despite everything they choose to be buddies

Idk I'm fascinated so far😂

The Sonic the asshole and his special little fox

#sonic the hedgehog #fleetway sonic comics #stc #sonic the comic #sontails #unbreakable bond #tails the fox #miles tails prower #fleetway sonic #fleetway tails #i just be ramblin #I cannot express to you guys how surprised I get every time I touch another Sonic property/adaptation and find primo content of my otp #This happens with Archie too‚ but as I've been reading fleetway Sonic it's been hard not to be surprised that no one talks about it #Also after reading Fleetway Super Sonic's debut I kind of hunger for some Fleetway SS/Tails you know?#I'm still crazy about that short scene #It also gets me that fleetway Tails has dealt with Super Sonic before #makes me laugh that his initial reaction is 'Yeah he's gonna destroy stuff and get ticked off easily. just keep your head down and wait #it out'#stc issue 1 #stc issue 2 #stc issue 3 #stc issue 5 #stc issue 6 #stc issue 7 #Idk there's so much I can say so far #I actually kind of agree with both StC and Fang the Hunter's characterization of Classic Sonic the most right now

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Your headcanon about Eddie actually wanting to be babied a bit is SO good you’re so damn smart! Just letting him rest his pretty head on your tits and stroking him off real slow, going ‘good boy’ and ‘that’s it, honey’. The pleasure combined with feeling so safe and loved hits him like a truck and-I’m broken. My brain is a slushie over this. Need to take care of man need to put him in jar with holes poked in the lid like a firefly

Let Me Be Good to You

My love, the inspiration you have provided for me is simply *chef's kiss* 🤌 I've thought about it every day since you've shared it with me, and I hope you enjoy this little blurb I've written in response 💖

Please let me know if you liked this—comments always make my week! Requests are open if you'd like to send something in or scream your thoughts about this perfect boy 🥰

Eddie x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: no spoilers, 18+ only!, hand job (m recieving), spit as lube, cum eating, eddie is self-deprecating, PRAISE KINK, pet names, veeeeeeeeerrrrrry soft dom/sub dynamics if you're looking for it, idk if it's good or not I'm just horny lol

Eddie flops down on the mattress beside you with a dramatic sigh, burying his face in your stuffed ewok. He made fun of you for buying it in the moment, but you know it's his favorite—always in his arms whenever he's stretched long across your bed. Out of habit, your fingers stroke through his hair, scratching your nails at the scalp the way you know he likes.

"Rough day?"

Eddie nods, his big eyes finding yours over the horizon of your pillows, tough exterior discarded along with his jacket on your floor.

You lay back so you're at his level, pressing a kiss to the bridge of his nose. "Wanna talk about it?"

He pauses, chewing on the words. It doesn't surprise you—Eddie lets most things roll off his shoulders, but when he gets hit by something, it hits hard.

"It's nothing, just, uh,"—he flips onto his back, posed like a corpse with the ewok trapped under his arms— "I'm probably gonna flunk Mrs. O'Donnell's class again, 'cause I . . . I failed her last test."

"What?"

It's literally the last thing you'd ever expected him to say. You'd helped him study for that test yourself, gone over the practice problems with until you were sure he could could do them blind-folded, underwater, and half-dead. The stupidest thing was that you didn't really need to do that much prep; Eddie was good at math. He was good at a lot of things when it came to school . . . he just had a hard time getting himself to focus.

His big, brown eyes are glassy with tears, pointed at the ceiling, unblinking, so they won't stain his cheeks. "She wouldn't even grade it. Said I cheated."

His voice is soft, and small—quieter than you're used to. You, on the other hand, are ready to explode.

"Are you shitting me?"

You're off the bed—leaping over him—grabbing your keys, balling up a jacket in your hand, about to march to the door before he grabs at your wrist, pulling you back to him with a few stumbling steps.

"Babe, where are you going?"

"To the school. I'm gonna give that raggedy bitch a piece of my mind."

He pulls you back down against the mattress, slipping your keys from your hand and tossing them onto your bedside table. You're still thinking about escape—until he pulls you tight against his chest, bodies curled around each other, legs intertwined. You've always been a little helpless when you're trapped in Eddie's arms.

"You don't have to do that, honey. My counselor said she'd talk to Mrs. O'Donnell, at least convince her to let me retake it."

"That's so unfair," you sigh, limply punching at one of the pillows. Against your best attempts, he's kneaded the anger right out of you, the rings on his fingers catching along your shoulder blade with every stroke of his hand.

"It's whatever," Eddie shrugs, like the action could make him care less, "she's always hated me. And it's not like she's wrong. I'd think I was too stupid to do it on my own, if I were her."

Stupid. God, you couldn't hate that fucking word more. You shift onto your hip, sick to your stomach that he could even think that way.

"Don't say that."

He's still not looking at you, chewing at his bottom lip, fiddling with the hem of your top. "Why not? It's true."

"No it isn't, Eddie." You've got his face sandwiched in both of your hands, begging him to look you in the eyes, even if he doesn't want you to see him cry. "You're smart, Eddie. You are. I don't give a fuck what Mrs. O'Donnell thinks."

The tears are there, pooling against the junctions of your thumbs. It breaks your fucking heart to think how little he hears those words—not from teachers, not from people in his classes, probably not even from his friends. Wayne was a good guy, but school had never really been all that great for him either. He wouldn't even think a worry like that would be on Eddie's mind.

Eddie's voice is wet, lips trembling around the word. "Really?"

"Yes, really,"—you're getting a little enthusiastic, but you mean it, and you can't temper your praise when he needs it so badly—"of course you're smart. You're so, so, so smart, Eddie."

He laughs weakly, pushing at your shoulder when you start to pepper him with kisses, but you know his heart's not in it, petting along the side of your face, warm fingers cupped around the back of your neck.

Big eyes locked onto yours, he couldn't hide from you if he tried. "Say it again."

You press your lips against his temple, punctuating each compliment with another gentle kiss. "You are smart. And you're fucking talented. And kind. And so, so good to me."

Your path leads you to his lips, capturing them against yours, pressing him so far back into the pillows that strands of his hair are tickling at your cheeks. His hand comes to rest at your jaw, the bottom of his palm just barely brushing against your skin, like he's still not sure if he should be allowed to touch you. You lean in to his hand.

Eddie kisses you the way he knows you like, darting the tip of his tongue against your lips before upping the pressure, moaning against your skin. His free hand travels along your spine, fingers striking up a melody that only he can hear.

And then he grips tight at your waist, and things are decidedly less sweet, fingers carving indents in your side as you shift more of your weight on top of him, chest to chest, the top of your thigh dragging along his crotch.

Eddie groans at the feeling, a twitch in his hips, looking for a little more friction.

You're gonna give him more than a little.

Petting a hand over his thigh, you slide closer to the distended fabric of his jeans, just barely stroking the edge of your thumb across the shape of him, feeling his cock throb for you through the thick fabric.

Spit spreads across his chin as you whisper, his head pressed back and eyes clenched tight. "Let me take care of you, baby."

Eddie nods—your teasing has taken the words out of his mouth, but he's putty in your hands, compliant as you get comfortable against your headboard, pulling him into the space between your legs.

Gentle fingers brush a few strands of his hair away from your face as his head comes to rest against your shoulder, his wet breaths at your neck. Eddie stares at the soft patch of skin just below your earlobe, vision going dark at the edges when you slip your hand inside his unbuttoned pants.

He sighs, lifting his back as he shifts into your grip, coming back down to rest with his head pillowed against your chest.

"Comfortable?" you ask, meeting his eyes with a sly smile. He's got a pretty little flush in his cheeks, dark eyelashes framing his big doe-eyes, looking up at you with a kind of disbelief you'd never understand.

He nods, flushing darker when you press a kiss to the top of his head.

Eddie's cock is pretty, and thick—dark red when you slip it from the confines of his boxers and bring it into the light. He whines when you let go, but the sound is cut off in his throat when he hears your spit meet the palm of your hand.

"How does that feel?"

You're coating the base of him, stroking higher, further over his hot skin—always gentle with him—rolling the tip of his cock in your palm until it's all shiny and slick, your spit mixing with the first drops of pre-cum he's leaking.

The groan he answers with rumbles through your own chest, hair tickling at your chin as he nods. "Feels good—real good, baby, please don't stop."

There's no need to worry about that. Heat builds at your own core just watching him squirm, his lips parted and glistening and eyes shut tight.

You feel his fingers wrap tight around your thigh, the softness of hands contrasted with the bite of his rings, and he struggles in vain to get at your core, trying to give back some of the pleasure he's getting. You kick his hand down to the sheets with a gentle nudge of your leg. His knuckles turn white with the grip he's got on the fabric.

"Don't worry about me, baby. This is about you."

Eddie nods, lips pressed tight, trying to stopper the little moans slipping through. You don't want him to hold back.

Kissing across his temples, you pepper praises into his ear, listening closely to the sounds he makes in response.

"You're such a good boy, Eddie. So good for me. Such a smart, pretty boy. God you're pretty, Eddie. Did you know that?"

He's having a hard time responding, his cock pulsing in your hand. Your fingers travel easier over his skin with the slick he's beginning to spill. Eddie's head falls back, eyes blown wide, when you play with his slit, massaging the sensitive skin with the pad of your thumb.

"Baby," he calls out, his sweat-slicked t-shirt riding up a little over his hips with the way he writhes, revealing the thin stretch of skin above his belt, and the dark little hairs that grow there, "m'gonna cum."

You just tighten the circle of your fingers, speeding the pace of your hand over his taut skin.

"Go ahead, baby," you tell him, your own breathing heavy, "I want you to."

He spills, thick white ropes of cum staining his black t-shirt, and his body curves around the sound he makes, a deep, satisfied groan coursing from his lungs.

"Fuck, baby," he breathes, big eyes meeting yours, going wider when you clean some of the cum off his shirt with your thumb, popping it between your lips.

He mashes his face against yours, kissing the taste of him from your mouth, his tongue licking at yours.

You laugh at the dopey grin on his face when you part from the kiss. "Feeling better?"

"Uh, yeah," Eddie chuckles, tucking himself back into his pants, a little self-conscious. You take his hands in your own, twining your fingers together. His tongue darts over dark pink lips, eyes locked on yours.

"Good," —you give him a soft peck, and then another—" 'cause you deserve it, Eddie. You deserve the whole goddamn world."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson fics #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #my writing #requests #minors dni

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