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petersbaby · 1 year

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Virgin!eddie x reader featuring Steve

A/N: this takes place in college and it’s gonna be an awkward read most likely because, well, he’s a virgin and that’s a given. Don’t tell me it’s cringe or I will bite you I know it is that’s the point

Warnings: cuckolding kinda, smut (sex), awkward/virgin Eddie

“She loves it. See?” Steve starts, his voice coming from behind you, speaking to the boy across the room and then to you, “Don’t ya love it, baby?”

“Yes, Stevie.” You lift your head up off the pillows your face was buried in to respond. You don’t know quite how, but you’ve ended up in a situation that goes something like this: your boyfriends best friend, who he shares a dorm room with, has some perverted tendencies and your boyfriend tends to enable them.

Eddie would watch you two fuck, Steve would show Eddie nude pictures of you that he took on his Polaroid camera, Eddie would masturbate at the thought of you, soon getting comfortable enough to start masturbating at the sight of you.

Right in front of you. You couldn’t deny that he’s big, never in a million years. But you never said it out loud, it was more of a secret thought to you because you knew you shouldn’t be thinking it. No matter what, Steve enjoyed this, he liked the strange power dynamic. He had something his friend didn’t and he loved to show you off.

Eddie was basically a virgin, chronically lonely and sexually frustrated, and Steve had the girl of his dreams- both of their dreams- wrapped around his finger to the point you do a lot of things you’ve never done before just because he asked you. Like this, for example, being bent over with your ass in the air, back arched, trying not to fall apart as Steve wrecks you.

Backshot after backshot, each thrust seems to increase in force. Your face hid itself in the bed, as it usually would, to keep you quiet and from being heard moaning. The other boy watches from his own bed, eyes wide with some kind of perverted sense of wonder.

“Holy shit, that feel good?” He asks curiously, not to either of you in particular.

“Mhmm,” “Hell yeah it does.” You and Steve respond at the same time.

This time Eddie wasn’t jerking off, which he’d done in your presence a couple of times before, instead just palming at himself through his sweatpants, just trying to ease the ache he got from watching you get fucked senseless.

He thought he could control himself, wait til later to get off. Wait til the two of you had gone later on to go get late night snacks or something and have the room to himself to moan your name while he did it. Maybe even with a pair of your panties he wanted to steal but never did from your overnight bag.

“Oh my god, Steve, please.” You cry, unsure what you’re begging for.

“I got you, baby, gonna cum for me?”

“Mmh- yes. Gonna cum.” You breathe out, and he slams into you a few more times til your muscles tighten and spasm and you’re moaning out desperately. He pushes your face back down into the pillow to muffle your cries as he fucks you through your orgasm and into his own, pumping every last bit of his seed deep inside you.

Suddenly, Eddie looks down to see he’s had a bit of an accident, wet spot visible on his grey pants where the tip of his cock sat throbbing. As you get dressed again, and Steve remains shirtless but puts back on the same blue jeans he was wearing, you both decide to check in on Eddie and when you look over at him, his cheeks are tinged red with something. Shame, embarrassment?

The two of you silently agreed to leave him alone, opting for putting the rest of your clothes on and running out for snacks from the nearest 7/11.

“You want anything, Eds? Going to the store across the road.” Steve offers while shrugging his jacket on and grabbing his wallet.

“Huh? Oh. No, I’m good. Thank you.”

“So what do you think?”

“I don’t know… I know he watches but he’s never actually come close to me and… you know, touched me, and everything…”

“You’ll literally make his entire life. Best day ever for him, in the books, one hundred percent.”

Your eyes wander around the room while you think.

“He’s always been a really good friend to me, I feel like it’s my duty to get him laid. For Christ’s sake, he came in his pants yesterday. It’s almost pathetic.”

“That’s your fault, you created a monster. I’m not the one who said he could watch us have sex, that was all you.”

“And anyways, I know you’re at least a little bit curious. Don’t think I’ve never noticed the way you stare at him while I’m fucking you.”

“Okay, yeah, fine. Maybe a little. I mean, he is pretty cute..”

“Ah ah. Stop right there. Don’t go too far, gonna make me jealous.”

“You can’t handle me saying he’s cute but you want me to fuck him?” You question incredulously.

“It’s just a one-time thing. Once he gets this experience, he’ll be able to go find his own girlfriend. You’re mine.”

“Alright, you two, I’m gonna go take a shower. I’ll be right back.” Steve announces, smiling at you before grabbing some clothes and walking to the bathroom, leaving you alone with Eddie. You sit on the floor with him, on the carpeted surface you had lazily sat on for the past few hours while you studied and he wrote in his journal. Probably song lyrics, you think.

You sigh loudly, shutting the book in your lap and looking over at him.

“That’s about all the studying my brain can handle for tonight. What’re you working on?” You ask inquisitively.

“I dunno, it’s either a song or just a really shitty poem. It’s stupid.” He shrugs.

“Can I see?” You ask, and before he has the chance to answer you’re scooting over to where he is to sit beside him.

“Uh, yeah I guess. It’s a rough draft, okay, so don’t make fun of it.”

You rest your chin on his shoulder as you read the page of the notebook he was holding. It definitely read like a shitty poem, but he said it was a work in progress, to be fair.

“No, it’s good. I like it.” You tell him assuringly once you finished reading.

“Really?” He asks.

“Mhm. Really.” You say softly.

“I’ve got uh… I’ve got some more, if you want to see. Better ones, finished ones.” He clarifies.

“I’d love to.”

But before he could turn the page, the door to the room cracks open and you see a wet-haired Steve peeking through it carefully. When he sees you two on the floor, right beside each other reading the book, he pushes it open carelessly.

“Cmon, what are you guys doing, cuddling? I told you to make a move on him.” He says flatly, disappointedly.

“Steve.” You scold through gritted teeth, trying to warn him to shut up, and he shuts the door behind him.

“Do something.” He says, making eye contact with you.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Eddie asks Steve, confused.

“She’s gonna let you fuck her. Isn’t that real nice of her?” He says in an almost condescending tone, which happened often when he was joking. He didn’t mean it, but Eddie starts to panic in confusion.

“I- uh.. I..” he starts to stutter.

“Drop the attitude. You’re scaring him.” You tell Steve, placing a comforting hand on Eddie’s leg.

“You’re right, you’re right. Sorry. Did you kiss him yet?” Steve asks, coming to his bed to sit, looking down at you both on the carpet.

“No, I didn’t.” You say sheepishly.

“Do you want her to?” He glances over to him.

He’s still confused, but nods.

“Okay then. Go on.”

“Yeah?” You ask Eddie softly, searching his eyes for any kind of negative emotion before leaning in.

“Yeah.” He nods quickly again, and you turn to face him. You take his chin in your hand, stubble beneath your touch, and press your lips against his. You kiss sweetly for a minute, slow and gentle. Before you can deepen it any, he pulls away.

“No. Wait, seriously, I’m confused. What… is this?” He asks, looking at Steve and he chuckles.

“I’m giving you the opportunity of a lifetime, big boy. Whether you take it or not, that’s up to you.” He offers. Eddie takes his glance away from Steve and back to you, and goes right back in but harder this time, your lips smashing together. You smile slightly into the kiss at his sudden force, the way he moved like he needed you in order to breathe.

You take his bottom lip between your teeth, biting on it slightly which made him gasp. When his mouth parted, you took advantage of it and parted your lips too, tongue gliding over his bottom lip and gaining entrance. At this point, you understood. The feeling that you can’t breath, the pure need and built up lustful tension that you hadn’t realized was there.

“Go get to your bed, no girl is gonna be very happy with being fucked on the ground.” Steve advises, and you both get up and into Eddie’s bed where you lay down and he climbs on top of you.

“God, holy shit. When uh- what do we…” he rambles, pulling away from you again. Steve muses at the flustered state of his friend “Whenever you’re ready.” You respond, knowing he isn’t positive what he should do next.

“Shit, okay..” he sits up on his knees, unbuckling his belt and pushing his jeans down his legs and somehow shimmying out of them. He isn’t phased that Steve is right there watching, it’s nothing that he hadn’t seen before. Steve has seen all of him, and Eddie’s seen all of Steve. It was a weirdly close friendship but you never questioned it. He freezes.

“Take ‘em off her” Steve instructs and Eddie moves to pull the shorts off your lower part but leaving your panties. You weren’t sure if he meant to do that or not, but either way he leans back over to hover above you, getting situated between your spread legs and kissing you again.

This was when you felt it, his cock which you think must be so hard it’s painful press right up against your heat through the thin lace material barrier. You let a moan slip out without meaning to, and his heart skips a beat (or several) at the sound. Yeah, he’s heard you moan, but you’ve never moaned from him. From something he did.

“Go down and feel her, if she’s pretty wet, she’s ready for it.” Steve says from the opposite side of the room on his bed. How the tables were turned. He wasn’t used to being in Eddie’s position, watching you fuck another guy when he desperately wishes it could be him. He reminds himself this isn’t about him, this is about Eddie, and more importantly that it was all his idea in the first place.

Eddie’s ringed fingers come to brush against the crotch of your panties, and you gasp when he finds your clit immediately and presses two fingers against it. He repeats this a few times until you’re basically dry jumping his fingers, grinding against them. You look up at him desperately hoping he’s gonna give you more soon. He gets a little preoccupied with just rubbing you through your panties, feeling the wet spot grow more and more soaked until Steve notices you whining.

“Go, you dumbass. She wants it. Don’t keep her waiting too long.”

He’s quickly snapped out of his trance and hooks his fingers into your panties and pulling them to the side. He groans loudly when his tip makes contact with the warm, wet entrance to your cunt practically pulsing around nothing.

Your shirt was still on, so you pushed it up for him past your chest so he could see your tits. You take them in your hands, tweaking your nipples while you waited for him to start pressing in. He does, slowly, but you nod to tell him it’s okay so he goes quicker. Once he’s sunken about halfway inside of you, his breath is caught in his chest and a long string of curses fell from his mouth.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He groans at the tight feeling enveloping him.

“Yeah, there you go.” Steve smiles.

You look up at Eddie with your face twisted in pleasure, eyebrows knitted together, and he slides in the rest of the way.

“Ah- oh my god,” you moan, trying to be quiet but failing when his top hits that spot so deep inside you could feel it in your stomach.

“Holy shit, holy shit.” He tries to get himself together but finds that’s a lot harder than it sounds. The way you squeezed around him, the way you were dripping down onto his bedsheets, the pretty little noises you were making beneath him.

He pulls all the way out only to enter again, repeating this while picking up the speed gradually.

“Mmmh,” you whine, “you’re so good, doing so good, eds.” You try to reassure him with your shaky voice.

“Fuck, will you say my name again?”

“Yes, Eddie, you’re fucking me so good.”

“Fucking hell. God, I can’t-“ his movements become sloppy and falter.

“It’s okay.” You assure him, knowing he wasn’t gonna last that long ahead of time. With a couple more thrusts, he spills, filling you up while cursing out loud.

“Dude, did you cum in her?” Steve sits up in bed, alarmed. Not scared, so much as just a little jealousy burning inside. That seems too personal, too intimate. He wanted to be the only one who ever did that to you.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it, I’m so sorry.” He starts to apologize to both of you, panicking.

“That’s alright, I’m on birth control, it’s okay Eds.” You assure him.

“Shit, okay. Shit. Holy shit.”

“That feel good?” Steve asks the flustered and exhausted boy.

“Hell yeah it did.”

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cstlji · 1 month

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friday nights || byun baekhyun

1:34 AM 250424

word count: longer than i expected

pairing: byun baekhyun x reader (ft. im changkyun)

description: baekhyun ignores you for an entire week, and you don't know why.

genre: bestfriends to lovers!au, jealous!baekhyun, mutual pining, angst-ish, fluff after lmao

a/n: kinda rushed ending (?) lmk if you guys want a part 2 or a longer version!

You and Baekhyun have been best friends ever since you both got stood up by your dates on prom night. You vividly remember Baekhyun's reaction as your dates began making out in the middle of the dancefloor, leaving you both partnerless — and almost miserable. So, you invited him that exact moment to ditch the night and have some fun of your own, basically and invitation to sit on the gutter as you eat your melting ice cream.

But, that was a story for another time - now you’re in your third year of college. Your friendship’s been that long, and you swore, the last time you checked, the platonic energy between the both of you was almost tangible. Although you had a moments when romantic thoughts about him invaded your mind.

You swore it were mere milliseconds, though – and that you didn't think about how his hands could perfectly fit in yours and, how sweet his lips would've tasted like. Nothing of that sort, really. You knew that the both of you were awfully platonic, and nothing more. You didn't want to entertain thoughts of you and him together romantically, because it would never happen. Plus, you went out on a date last week.

You and Changkyun were totally hitting it off. And you would've told Baekhyun about him, but he's been ignoring you for the past 5 days. No calls, texts, nothing. Everytime you'd visit him on his breaks, he's always be out, or busy, or just not in the mood — which rarely happened.

So, you planned to corner him into telling you what's wrong. You really had no clue, but you've got a feeling that it had something to do with you. It was your break, and you checked your phone for Baekhyun's schedule. You both exchanged schedules the beginning of the semester, which is also probably why he'd been successful in avoiding you.

There was an overlap between your schedules. His class would end at around the same time as yours would start. But you were really determined to know what the hell's wrong you could just be late to class for a couple of minutes. And after a long, painful wait — catch him, you did.

He walked out with two of his friends, who you knew as Minseok and Jongdae. It was Minseok who spotted you first. He called Baekhyun and pointed at your direction.

"Hey, Y/N." Minseok waved at you, and so did Jongdae. You smiled and waved back as Baekhyun's eyes widened.

"Go on first, I'll catch up later." He told his friends, his eyes avoiding your gaze. The two walked off after saying goodbye.

"What are you doing here?" Baekhyun held your arm, gently pulling you to the side.

"You were avoiding me for a week, what's up?" You asked, eyeing him carefully. He reached to the nape of his neck. He removed his cap, fixed his hair, and put it back again.

"I... wasn't avoiding you," he said, still avoiding your eyes. You weren't convinced, so you pulled his face to meet yours.

"There, see!" you exclaimed, "you avoided my eyes again. What's wrong, Baek?"

"Nothing," he muttered. He glanced down his wristwatch, and urged you to move. "You're literally five minutes late to your class, get moving dumbass."

"No, I'm not leaving 'til you tell me what's wrong. Is it something I said? or did? Or, like, did something happen to your family? Come on, talk to me, don't shut me out like this."

You were honestly nervous, you feared that the friendship you had would be gone in a blink if you didn't do this.

Baekhyun sighed, and met your eyes. You heart dropped to your stomach. It felt different from his usual teasing glints, there were hints of longing. His eyes glossed a little, eyes bloodshot red. You immediately reached to his face, and his eyes closed and he leaned to your touch.

"Baek," you sighed softly, "have you not been sleeping?"

"Mmhm," Baekhyun hummed, hand on top of your hand on his cheek. "Let's...talk later." His eyes met yours this time.

You nodded with a soft, gentle smile. "Of course. Come over later? Let's watch a movie tonight." Your thumb ghosted over his cheek.

"But that's for Friday?"

You swore you saw Baekhyun frown a little from the loss of touch as you retreat your hand from his cheek, but you decided you were just crazy and that it wasn't like that.

You shrug, hands on your pocket. "We could do it like, two days earlier, it's fine."

"Why? So you could ditch on me and go on a date again?" He blurted out.

You audibly gasp, earning stares from passerbys. Your hand flew to your open mouth. "What do you mean? I didn't ditch you, I asked you if it was okay and you said yes!"

"I didn't!"

"You did! I even have the text messages here if you need refreshments, dude."

"Don't dude me, Y/N," Baekhyun groaned, rubbing his face roughly. It was an a look of frustration, and you felt it was directed to you.

"Is this why you're mad at me? Because you thought I ditched you?" Your voice slightly trembled. Now you were frustrated and confused.

"No!" he abruptly said, "No, I'm - I'm not mad at you, I just, Friday nights are for us," You internally winced, because you took that in way that isn't how friends should take it as.

"And you — "

"Baekhyun-ah!" You both looked at the direction of the voice. It was Junmyeon who called out with a smile as he approached you. "Oh hey, Y/N, what's up?"

You smiled and tried to push the argument you just had at the back of your mind. "Hi, oppa."

Baekhyun sighed, "What's wrong, hyung?"

"I couldn't find Chanyeol, he told me he'd be with you." Junmyeon's lips parted a lottle, "Did I interrupt you guys?"

"Yeah, we're kinda bu—" You interrupted Baekhyun.

"We just finished talking, oppa," you glance at your watch to avoid Baekhyun's intense gaze. "I have to get to class, I'm suuuper late. See you later!" You waved Junmyeon goodbye, and turned away quickly.

You hear Baekhyun call to you as the distance grew farther. You didn't want to lose Baekhyun over a fight like this, especially when you thought of him in a different light yet again.

~ • ~

Baekhyun's heart broke a little as he looked at you walk away. He let out a heavy sigh as he massaged his eyebrows.

Junmyeon noticed. "Are you good?"

Baekhyun looked up at him and nodded yes. Junmyeon was not convinced though, but he decided not to push it. "Come on, let's meet them."

Baekhyun stayed silent. He moved on autopilot, basically just following Junmyeon's footsteps — but not before looking back to the place you once stood at.

The guys laughed loudly in the middle of the restaurant. Baekhyun and Junmyeon settled down, "Did you get food already?" asked Junmyeon.

"We ordered pasta and pizza, you could order more if you want to, though," Minseok said. "It's Jongdae's treat for missing the last get together."

"Nice."

The guys continued to talk, and joke around. Food kept arriving at their table, and everyone dug in except Baekhyun. He was staring at nothing, just picking on his food with a fork.

"Hyung, are you okay?" Jongin nudged Baekhyun. He looked up, and forced a smile.

"Yeah, of course." There was a moment of silence before Chanyeol broke the ice.

"You guys remember Changkyun?” He asked. Baekhyun’s ears perked up, the name was familiar. Too familiar, in fact. His eyebrows knitted tightly, he couldn’t help it.

“What about him?” Sehun popped a fry in his mouth. Lay tilted his head slightly.

“He’s throwing a party tonight, he invited us.”

“What’s his business inviting us? We don’t even know him,” Baekhyun bitterly spat and did not go unnoticed by his friends.

Chanyeol and Junmyeon exchanged glances with Kyungsoo, who sighed and said, “We can just not go, it’s not a big deal.”

Baekhyun just drew a big sigh and ruffled his hair. To say he was pissed was an understatement. He’d been so bothered about you dating other guys, and he hated the fact that he couldn’t even tell it to you directly.

After all, you both agreed on staying strictly platonic after having witnessed your sister and her then bestfriend get married and divorced on the same year.

“What’s with you, Hyung? You rarely act this way,” Jongin asked, eyes full of concern.

Sehun snickered, “He always acts this way whenever a certain someone’s involved.”

Minseok hummed in agreement. Baekhyun groaned as Kyungsoo spoke, “You mean Y/N?”

“Precisely,” Sehun confirmed with a smirk.

“Aren’t you strictly platonic?” Jongdae asked.

“Yes.” Sadly.

“Huh, so why are you jealous?” Kyungsoo asked.

“I am not jealous.” Lie.

“You definitely are.”

“I’m not.” Yes, he was.

“You like her, don’t you?”

“What?” Yes.

“You do!”

“What are you even —“

“Someone’s got a crush —!”

“I—“

“Just admit it, Hyung!”

“N —“

“Baekhyun —“

“I love her, damn it!”

Silence filled the table. Everyone suddenly laughed out loud after his outburst — they knew you got Baekhyun fucked up in the head and they love to see it.

Now, Baekhyun’s admitted it and there was no going back. He had avoided saying it for the longest time for the fear of it “coming true” when he knew that he had no say in his feelings from the get-go.

“Just tell her, confess, do something,” Kyungsoo said.

“That’s easier said than done.”

“Would you rather lose her to Changkyun?” Lay suddenly spoke up. Baekhyun looked at him, and he knew his hyung made a point. He had to do something.

~ • ~

Time went by fast, and it's been two days since you last saw Baekhyun. Still, no calls nor texts from Baekhyun. You were beginning to doubt your decision of avoiding the conversation — you start to think that you should've let him finish talking before walking out like that.

Is he gonna drop by tonight? It's literally friday, its — its your movie night. Or is he never gonna talk to you, and you end up losing the love of your life?

Wait, no. He's your bestfriend, so you love him, right? Its that kind of love that's purely platonic, isn't it? Plus, you had a date! And you totally hit it off, you swore to god.

Okay, maybe you lied. You and Changkyun were bonding over relationship traumas instead of building up a new relationship. You both had a cup of sweet tea, but the conversations you had left a bitter taste in both your mouths.

Changkyun also mentioned someone he liked, and was in fact, asking for advice. That's why you both set another date for tomorrow, solely for the sake of advices. Besides, you also enjoyed complaining to him about Baekhyun's annoying habits that you secretly liked.

You then pace back and forth, probably hyperventilating and on the verge of another panic attack. You bite on your nails as you watched a late night game show, or atleast tried to watch.

You couldn't focus on it. You sat down, your knees bounced up and down. So you stood, but you kept pacing back and forth. And you'd look at the television, but would later find yourself starting at the clock. You were so immersed that you failed to notice the numerous missed phone calls.

Until the door bell rang. You sprinted towards the door, opened it in one motion.

And there he was, holding a bouquet of roses. He offered a sheepish smile, and offered up the bouquet.

You didn't even realize you've been holding your breath 'til you saw him on your doorstep. You immediately engulfed him with a hug, your tears threatening to spill.

He hugged you back as he buried his face at the crook of your neck. You missed his scent, so much.

You pulled away, "I - I thought you wouldn't — "

He cut you off, "Don't go."

You look at him, confused. You wipe your tear-stained cheeks, settling your hands on his biceps. "What? What do you mean?"

"On that date," he said, eyes intensely on yours. "Don't go on that date, please."

"Well, that's for tomorrow still, I —"

"No, you don't understand. I," Baekhyun took a deep breath. "I don't just mean tonight. I mean, don't ever go on a date with another man. Please."

You were speechless as you watched Baekhyun frown in thought, trying to compose what he wanted to say.

“I,” he paused. He looked his shoes, and licked his lips in anticipation. “I get livid when I think of another man touching you, or holding your hands, and the mere thought of you kissing someone else makes me go insane, you have no idea.

“My heart races when our fingers touch, and I can’t help but want to kiss you when you do something childish. Or when you cry because of a stupid movie — I want to grow old with you, sit under a tree and watch as our children run across the fields. I — I love you. For the longest time, I’ve loved you. I love you, Y/N.”

You were speechless and shaking. Here was the man you longed for, confessing his love to you — and you couldn’t believe it. Your jaw drops, and he looked at you with great intent.

“I love you, too,” you said, tears rolling down your cheeks. “You dumb idiot, what took you so long? I kept it all in, I waited for you for so long! I —“

He captured your lips with his in the softest way possible. A moment lingers as he pulled away,

“I’m sorry for making you wait, Y/N. I —“

You pull him back in, deepening the kiss as you hook your arms around his neck — bodies flushed against each other. He dropped the bouquet, and put his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him.

“Shut up and kiss me, baby.” You said in between breaths and kisses.

#bbh net #byun baekhyun #exo baekhyun #exo fanfic #exo #exo junmyeon #exo chanyeol #exo jongdae #exo scenarios #exo imagines #baekhyun x you #baekhyun x reader #college au

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suzukiblu · 8 months

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Desperate

Context: YJ is polyam and having an orgy, weird Kryptonian biology has made Kon temporarily cisswap, and Tim still thinks he's straight.

Cut for the kinky stuff.

"Wanna just do me raw?" Kon offers. "I can't actually get pregnant 'til I get through a full cycle and turns out I kinda dig it messy."

"Oh my god, why are you like this," Robin says despairingly, but also immediately does abandon the unopened condom and shove his dick in raw.

Score, Kon thinks smugly as he just as immediately locks his ankles behind the other's back. No fucking escape, as far as he's concerned.

Robin, hilariously enough, tries to start slow. Kon squeezes his legs around him and resists the urge to laugh at him over it. He'd think Cassie at least would've provided enough heads up for the total lack of need for the guy to do that with him.

"C'mon, man, put your back into it," Kon encourages, already rolling his hips up greedily. "This pussy's invulnerable, you know, you're not gonna break it."

"Oh my god," Robin says again, and then also says several real creative swear words, and then he very much does put his back into it.

Again: score.

"Fuuuuuck yeah, that's a good boy wonder," Kon pants breathlessly, wrapping his arms around Robin's neck and pulling him down closer to grin up at wickedly. Robin is back to staring at him. Kon has absolutely no complaints about that fact. "C'mon, baby, told you this pussy was just for you, didn't I? Is it tight? Do you like it? Wanna gimme a good reason to keep it around long enough that we might need that condom after all?"

"Oh my god," Robin chokes out one more time before immediately proceeding to fuck him what Kon is pretty sure is just about as hard as an unenhanced human actually could fuck him.

Flatterer.

"Ohhhhh," he moans, rolling his own hips up faster and tightening his grip on him–every part of his grip on him, cunt included. "Okay, yeah, that's a pretty good reason. Aw fuck, yeah, want a hot new girlfriend for a while, buddy? 'Cuz if you can make me come hard enough I'd be down for that."

Oh, wait, this is as hard as an unenhanced human could fuck him.

Nice, Kon thinks feelingly, and grins sharper up at Robin.

"Definitely be down for that, if you'd always dick me down this good," he purrs approvingly, digging his heels into the other's ass and biting his lip over an especially rough thrust. "Yeah, yeah, c'mon, straight boy, this is what you like, right, I got it just for you."

"Kon," Robin moans as he comes, and also a few more swear words, and also just some absolutely incoherent things that are probably not words at all. Kon basks in victory, and also in the way that the guy very literally just fucking collapses on him and goes face-first into his tits.

"There we go," he croons, stroking a hand up Robin's shuddering spine. His weight is literally nothing, given that Kon is capable of lifting full-size construction equipment one-handed without breaking a sweat, but it feels nice all the same. "Good job, man."

"Kon, don't fucking spoil the boys, Jesus," Cissie huffs, rolling her eyes. "Or–the other boys, whatever. Did he even get you off yet?"

"Naw, but it still felt real good and I know Rob always gets the job done either way," Kon replies breezily. Robin groans into his tits. "Mmm, so how long do I have to wait for you to get it up again, baby? Or did Cassie and I already milk you dry?"

"Fuck you," Robin mutters.

"Yeah, I would very much like you to, in fact," Kon says with a snicker, moving on to petting his hair.

"Let Bart go a couple rounds," Robin says. "Or Slobo."

"If I get Slobo in my cunt again neither of us are getting off each other for very literally the next two hours," Kon says. "Just going by previous experience."

". . . let Bart go a couple rounds," Robin says, although he makes absolutely no effort to get up and make any kind of room for Bart to actually do that. Kon laughs, then just wraps his arms around him and pulls him up his body to tuck his face into his neck. He's still taller than the guy, so it doesn't take too much repositioning to knock Robin's legs apart so he can spread his own underneath them and put his pussy back on offer.

"You heard the man, Imp," he says, sparing Bart a lazy, leering grin and tilting his hips up meaningfully as he does. "Wanna take a ride?"

"Condom?" Bart asks, his expression very alert.

"Naw," Kon replies dismissively, and about point two seconds later Bart's between his thighs and shoving his legs up and his pussy is full of bareback and vibrating dick. Specifically, bareback and vibrating dick that's already thrusting so fast that Kon can barely tell the difference between the feeling of taking it balls deep and the feeling of it dragging its full length inside him. "Fuck yes!"

"Shit!" Robin chokes in surprise, scrabbling at Kon's sides for a second, and he's maybe trying to actually get up now but Kon's kind of already coming his brains out thanks to near-supersonic speed and it is very hard to let go of the grip he has on the guy's ass at the moment. Robin's dick is half-soft between their bodies, all slick and sticky and grinding probably-not-deliberately down into Kon's abs, and he can feel Bart's eager vibrations all the way to his fucking bones.

"Oh, okay," Cassie says faintly, fanning herself with a hand. "That's just happening right now, isn't it."

"Definitely spoiling the other boys," Cissie says, rolling her eyes.

"YES!" Kon howls, slamming his head back and his hips up and trying not to cling onto Robin too tight. Robin's not even the one fucking him right now, obviously, but the position's not quite ideal to reach Bart. "Bart, Bart, holy shit, man!"

"YoufeelsogoodohmygodohmygodKonyou'resowet," Bart blurts out with very obviously reverent delight, the individual words barely understandable and his eyes blown wide as he leans down over the two of them in a blink, which puts him helpfully in grabbing range and lets Kon get an arm around the back of his neck so he can make sure he never goes anywhere else ever the fuck again. Just–never, yeah, as far as Kon's concerned Bart fucking lives here now. "ThanksforthesuperpussyRobingoodjob!"

"Hell!" Robin just barely manages in a strangled voice, and possibly this is actually a slightly weird position to put a straight dude in but Kon can't help noticing that the dick still grinding into his abs is in no way getting any softer. Which, well–considering the way Bart's vibrating them all and the fact that he's also fucking Kon hard enough to move his whole damn body with every thrust, and the fact that Kon is very much encouraging that? That does kind of make sense, really. Like there is very definitely some very serious stimulation going on down there.

So that's promising.

Though seriously, Robin probably feels like he's humping a fucking Sybian right now.

"Oh, hey, you like this too, Rob?" Kon croons breathlessly, squeezing his ass and letting Bart push his legs up a little higher. "Feels good, right? Bart's doing great, isn't he, shit. Such an eager fuck. Should I let him come in me too or do you want exclusive rights to that today?"

"Let him come in you," Robin says into Kon's throat, his voice absolutely ragged.

So like, obviously Bart immediately does.

"Fuuuuuck," Kon purrs appreciatively, dropping his head back again and digging his fingers into Robin's ass and Bart's back. "Thank you, babes, you both feel so good in me."

"Ngh," Robin and Bart both say, both very much staring at him. Kon feels appropriately smug and smirks back.

"Bart," he says coaxingly. "Don't stop, baby. Didn't Rob say you owed me a couple rounds?"

"At least a couple," Robin says. Bart says some stuff too, but there is absolutely no way to parse whatever it is without a Speed Force connection.

And then Bart's super-speed refractory period really steps the fuck up, and Kon gets fucking pounded. Robin buries strangled noises in his throat and grips desperately at his shoulders and Kon comes another couple times, and so does Bart, and Kon also very politely pretends that Robin isn't now undeniably deliberately and desperately humping his abs through all the vibration and grinding. Sybian thing again, he figures. Like . . . very much the Sybian thing.

Very, very much the Sybian thing.

"Rob," Kon hums at him, all heavy and languid with the latest set of aftershocks and digging his fingers into Robin's ass again as Bart fucks him deliciously deeper. "Don't come yet, okay? You know you need to do it inside if you're gonna knock me up."

"Kon," Robin says tightly, his hands clenching at Kon's shoulders. "I–you can't even–"

"But I want it," Kon croons, making a point of clutching up around Bart's cock to make sure the guy knows how much he appreciates his current efforts, because he very much does appreciate them. "Want you to put a baby in me. Get me all fat and happy and give me a cute lil' baby bird to take flying in a few months."

Look, Robin wasn't all that low-key earlier. Kon's just being supportive of his very hot bro's very unsubtle kinks, okay?

Like, obviously.

"Fucking hell," Robin chokes, rutting down hard against Kon's stomach. "I–I –"

"Don't you wanna give me that, Rob?" Kon murmurs against his ear, nuzzling him sweetly. "Don't you think I'd make a good mommy?"

"Kon!" Robin yells into his shoulder as he jerks down against him, and then does the obvious and comes hard all over Kon's stomach. Frankly, Kon's impressed he lasted as long as he did. Like, very much so.

"Fuck, you're hot," he sighs blissfully, rolling his hips up a little harder for Bart and getting rewarded with further very enthusiastic pounding. Kon is also impressed with that.

"You'd be such a good mommy," Robin mumbles against Kon's skin in a slurred voice, which Kon immediately takes as proof of just how hard the guy just got his rocks off. There is no other possible way he'd ever say anything like that while sane and sober. "Wanna see you all fat and happy like that. Wanna see how pretty you'd get. I'd take really good care of you, promise."

Well, the whole thing's not his kink, but Kon can definitely admit the idea has some appeal.

"Mm, yeah?" he hums speculatively, drawing his hand up the small of Robin's back. "Okay, then. Take care of me, Rob."

#kon el #tim drake #bart allen #young justice #timkon #bartkon #timbartkon #superboy #dc robin #dc impulse #anonymous #rinfic #not sfw #wip: gender? I hardly know her!!

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12raccoonsinadress · 2 years

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Plz do so we need more male reader fics🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️

It's Not Gay If You're High: Sero x Masc!Reader (Smut)

Word Count : 2,333

Third POV

You and Hanta sorta had this thing going on. It was a casual thing that happened about once a week every Friday. You'd both meet up in his room and get high together, then you'd hook up. There was nothing complicated about it and neither of you ever really bothered to put a label on it. It was just kinda... A thing. Truthfully you always found Hanta hot, but you didn't want to mess up the thing you had going on. You were mostly satisfied just getting high and fucking in his dorm room, then cuddling together til the high wore off. And to your knowledge, he liked it that way too.

It was yet another Friday night, so as usual, you grabbed your snack bag and headed over to Sero's room. You didn't bother knocking. He didn't really seem to care anyways. He sat up from his beanbag, grinning at you in that way that made your insides all twisty.

"Hey, man. You ready?"

You nodded, smiling.

"Yeah. I restocked the bag."

"Did you get the good chips this time?"

You reached into the bag and tossed him the bag of honey mustard chips. He laughed a bit.

"You wanna flip the coin for whose top and bottom now or later?"

"Let's do it now."

You dropped your bag by his bed, flopping down onto the other side of the beanbag and leaning back. Hanta pulled a coin from his pocket and flipped it.

"Call it in the air."

"Heads."

He caught it, showing it off triumphantly.

"Guess you're getting fucked tonight, dude~"

You sunk into the beanbag with a bright red blush, grumbling.

"I bottomed last time."

"And it looks like you're doing it again, bottom."

He teased you. You groaned, hitting him with a small cushion that was on the bean bag. He laughed.

"Ok, ok, chill, man. Here."

He held out the plastic bag of gummies.

"I maaay have already taken some."

He chuckled, flopping back down as you took the bag and popped a couple. Hanta put on some music to just vibe while you both waited for the edibles to kick in. You sighed and leaned back. You were both quiet for a minute. Then, Hanta started.

"How would you feel if I invited Denki next time?"

"To what?"

"This. Weed stuff."

You furrowed your brow some.

"What about the sex stuff?"

"We don't have to do the sex stuff, man. We'll just chill."

For some reason, you didn't like that idea. You liked Denki. He was mostly pretty cool and you liked hanging out with him, but this was your and Hanta's thing. Weed stuff and sex stuff. Together. The two of you. Why would that need to change? You spoke in a sort of harsh tone.

"Can't you guys do weed stuff like- some other time though?"

He looked at you kinda funny, chuckling a bit.

"Damn Y/n, I knew you liked my dick and stuff but is that jealousy I smell?"

You blushed hard, and when you spoke in your defense, your voice cracked.

"No! I'm not jealous!"

Sero was surprised by your small outburst, he didn't think you were genuinely upset. His smile faded some. You felt the embarrassment starting to sink in.

"Wait. You're serious?"

"No- fucking- no, man, it's fucking whatever. I don't care. Give me the bag, I'm taking more."

You wanted to forget any of this conversation was happening, but he held the gummies hostage.

"No way. You're gonna tell me why you're acting so weird first."

"I'm not weird. You're weird. Now hand over the drugs."

"I didn't think inviting Denks would piss you off, man. I thought this was just a casual kinda thing. I mean, we never said it was anything else so I just assumed-"

You got up, thoroughly embarrassed and flustered.

"I'm just gonna go chill in my room. Keep the snack bag."

Before you could escape to hide for forever, Hanta had gotten up behind you and grabbed your wrist.

"Dude, wait, let me finish."

"No, it's whatever, I'm sorry I made it weird-"

"Listen. You know if you didn't want this to be a casual thing you just had to ask."

You took a pause.

"I wasn't sure you really swung that way first of all."

He snorted.

"Yeah. I just let you fuck my ass every other Friday because I'm straight. If I've done anything ever to make you think I'm straight, I sincerely apologize, dude."

Well, now you just felt kinda silly. Of course Hanta of all people wasn't straight. He smirked a bit, leaning over you now.

"And I meeeaaan, if you wanted to, I dunno, make this a serious thing I wouldn't be opposed."

If your blush had died down, it was back in full force now.

"Really? Like, actually you'd wanna go out with me?"

He leaned in close to you, close enough to make your heart flutter and your hands start to get sweaty. He spoke in a calm, quiet voice.

"Does this answer your question?"

He kissed you, but not in the rough, sloppy way he'd kiss you when you guys were fooling around. This kiss was different. It was soft and gentle and firm. There was no room left for you to doubt that he was serious about this between you. He broke the kiss, pushing you back into the beanbag chair, making a bit of a bolder move, and climbing on top of you. He pressed his lips back to yours, keeping it innocent for now. Finally, after a long moment, he broke the kiss and looked down at you. You looked back at him completely breathless. He smiled a bit.

"How was that, Y/n? Did I get my point across?"

You'd shove that smug look off his face if you didn't also want to pull that same face back down into another kiss. You huffed softly.

"Yeah, man. I think I get the idea."

He grinned.

"Good."

He plopped down next to you, wrapping an arm back around your shoulders and relaxing.

"Once the Maryjane kicks in, I'll remind you."

He said with a smirk. You snorted.

"Never call it Maryjane again. You sound like a cop."

He chuckled.

"What would you prefer I call it, fellow kid? Molly? Devil's Lettuce? The Green?"

You elbowed him, laughing. He laughed too.

"Shut up and hand me the snack bag, you nerd."

About half an hour went by as the two of you joked and ate snacks casually, waiting for the edibles to kick in. Hanta sighed, relaxed. You felt that familiar, pleasant feeling sink in. You typically started feeling it before he did anyways.

You looked over at him. He was really pretty. Do you call guys pretty? Well, typically people refer to guys as handsome. It's weird how compliments are specific to how people are. Regardless, Sero was pretty. Not to say he wasn't handsome. The word handsome just seems to imply this specific type of visual aesthetic. You'd say Kirishima was handsome, or, say, Iida. It didn't fit him. The other extreme would be beautiful, and even though you wouldn't say he wasn't beautiful, that word didn't seem right either. You'd say Momo or Todoroki was beautiful. They have that elegance that you'd usually associate with the word. No. Hanta was pretty in the same way you think you could look at Tokoyami or Jirou. It was the subtle ways he just was. The way he existed in space, taking up just the perfect amount of it. The way his laugh wasn't like some romance movie bullshit but was so real yet such a fantasy at the same time.

Your thoughts were swiftly interrupted by the feeling of a soft, wet kiss on your neck. You'd been so zoned out staring at him, you didn't even notice him dip his head down to do that. He chuckled.

"You zoned out, my guy."

He mumbled into your neck. You huffed softly. He continued.

"You just can't get enough of me, can you? Bottom."

You huffed a bit, relaxing into his touch, tilting your head back to give him space.

"Shut up."

You mumbled. He chuckled, climbing on top of you and continuing to kiss your neck lazily. You placed your hands on his waist casually, just for the sake of touching him. He slid his hands up your shirt, pulling it off you with relative ease. You copied him, though he leaned back and pulled it off himself before tossing it aside. You smiled. He was so hot. Not ridiculously built like maybe Satou or All Might or whatever, but he had a nice lean muscle that kept him from being scrawny. He was pretty much perfect in your opinion.

"On your knees, twink."

He joked, slipping his arms under you and attempting to flip you like a pancake. You chuckled, rolling over onto your tummy. He pulled your pants off, getting up to get off his own. You looked back over your shoulder at him.

"Wow, bro. Taking my pants like that? That's pretty gay."

He snickered, climbing on top of you.

"No, no it's not. It's not gay if you're high, dude."

You chuckled. This was nice. It was almost like nothing had changed. Just the both of you goofing around and having a good time together. Perfect.

You were very quickly stopped from having yet another internal monologue by the feeling of your maybe now boyfriend grinding into you. You raised your hips a bit, propping up on your knees. He grabbed your hips, holding them in place, squeezing a bit.

"If we're dating or whatever now, can I officially say this ass is mine?"

You pushed back against him a bit.

"Only if you bottom next time."

"Whaaat, no fair."

"Totally fair."

He (though not really hard) smacked your ass. You gasped, surprised since it wasn't something he typically did. He snickered.

"My ass."

"You are an ass."

He did it again before pulling your boxers down. He chuckled a bit, squeezing your ass. He reached over to the snack bag.

"You brought it right?"

"Yeah, if course I did."

"Nice."

He rummaged around in the bag before pulling out the little bottle of lube. He put some on his fingers, before pushing one into you. You did your best to relax. The whole process was just easier when you weren't tense. He hummed a bit as he worked on opening you up. He wasn't necessarily impatient, but he was definitely excited for this time. This time was different because this time you were his completely. Soon he'd worked up to two fingers, moving at a steady pace. You held on a little tighter to the bean bag, simply enjoying the feeling. Once he was pretty sure you were good, he ditched his boxers, then he paused. You looked back over at him.

"You good?"

He looked at you with a more serious expression.

"Let's get on the bed this time."

"Uh ok."

You got up and so did he. He pulled you over to the bed, pushing you down on your back this time. This was defiantly different. Usually, you guys just did it on the bean bags, and the person on bottom would be on their knees. You gave him a puzzled look.

"I want to see your face this time."

You blushed. He was being more intense than you were used to, but you didn't mind it. In fact, you found it kinda hot. He grabbed a pillow and moved it under your hips so they were raised before he slotted himself between your legs to lean down and kiss you lovingly. You kissed him back. His lips tasted sweet and also like chips, which was kinda nice. He leaned back so he could adjust himself into the right position to start pushing in. You bit your lip, watching him. It was so nice being able to see what he looked like while he did this, seeing how good you were able to make him feel when he did the same for you. He leaned down to kiss you again as his hips slowly started to rock back and forth. You groaned softly into the kiss.

His hands held on firmly to your hips as he slowly but surely started to pick up his pace. He broke the kiss so he could hold a better angle and keep his new pace steady. You moaned out, letting your head tip back and gripping tightly onto the sheets. He half smiled through his own ragged breathing.

"Fuck... I should have had you on your back weeks ago. You're so hot."

You only managed a small groan in response. He let a small laugh as he picked up his pace, going rougher now. He wrapped his hand around your dick, moving it as best he could in time with his own movements. He always made a point of making sure that if you were on the bottom, he got you off first. With the newly added sensation, it wasn't going to take you long to get there. Before too long you were moaning through gritted teeth and cumming in his hand. He worked you through it before letting go and giving it a few more thrusts before he finished too.

You both took a long moment, just breathing. He pulled out, huffing a bit. He grabbed some tissues off his bedside table and clean you up before flopping down beside you.

"Damn.."

"Yeah.."

You both laid there in silence for another minute before he turned to look at you.

He grinned.

"Sooooo, boyfriends?"

You smiled a bit.

"Nah, dude. That's gay."

He rolled his eyes before rolling onto his side facing you and wrapping an arm around you. You leaned up and kissed him. You got really lucky. Your best friend was now also your boyfriend. And you wouldn't change that for the world.

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luffyvace · 2 months

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hello! can i request hairo's kisses?

yes you may nonny! 💗💗

I’m so glad to see someone requested my silly little series!!

Enjoy anon!! And thank you! <3

Hairo’s kisses!

your first kiss would probably happen a few weeks after you’ve become an official couple

And I’m talking past the dating phase

which you likely dated for at least 4 months

Hairo had no interest in romance before, canonly

But when he does get a chance to date, let alone kiss you?

he’s all over you!!

and he’s not embarrassed one bit :)

As for your first kiss 😚

he doesn’t seem like the type to be flustered easily at all

so it would simply depend on what your doing, or- more like where :P

and by this I mean if your inside at the time, your first kiss will happen in private!

if your outside at the moment? pda is fine by him 💞

he’s proud to have you as his s/o so he isn’t afraid to show it at all

in fact he’s not even thinking if others are around

he’s focused on you

i mean of course! It’s not about them!

LOL

he’s also the type of person to see they’re parents kiss and not cringe, or not be embarrassed to kiss they’re mom in front of they’re friends, for a better example

you know? He just sees it as a normal thing, not cheesy or anything

a display of affection—just as it is <3

back to the lecture at hand—

Let’s say you guys were inside at the time

I’m going to go ahead and say he catches you completely off guard

you two were doing whatever you were doing

probably chatting while doing so

and as soon as the conversation ended he leaned in and gave you a 3 second kiss

Now he is a gentleman—so directly after he realizes he didn’t ask first

”oh- uh- oops- did……did you want a kiss?”

”I should’ve asked first really! I don’t even know if that was your first kiss or if I’m moving too fast—my mom told me I might wanna wait-“

”it was fine, Hairo. I loved it”

you announced beaming

and apparently that’s infectious because he got a case of the smiles too 😊

You probably resumed what you were doing before

but not before sharing a comfortable silence while doing something sappy like cuddling for a bit or holding hands 💗

from then on he’ll give you a kiss anywhere

its not like pda is illegal or forbidden or something so he sees nothing wrong with it!

The most common kiss you’ll receive from him is a forehead kiss

to say goodbye, to say hello, to say thank you, to say good luck, to say goodnight

all of the above and more

he more so gives kisses on the lips when you two are being all cuddly n such

like a quick peck after a goodbye hug

or when your snuggled up, cooing little praises to each other

Hairo’s kisses are soft and usually short

so the ‘short and sweet’ type

his lips are actually really soft!

he doesn’t have chapped lips or anything and they’re naturally moisturized

he doesn’t even do anything or put anything on he’s just kinda lucky 😂

let him tell it, it might be because he works out- 😄

I can nor confirm or deny I have no idea I haven’t researched it

but besides the point

Hairo’s kisses are gentle and meaningful

In each and every one of his kisses you can feel the love and adoration

it sends tingles up your spine and gives you goosebumps from how loved you feel

theres always at least 2 seconds of googly eyes being exchanged after your kiss as well

whether a whole crowd is watching or not

if your not into pda you’ll have to tell him because as I said he views it in a casual (yet of course, still romantic) way

So he kinda just initiates it naturally

But don’t be hesitant to tell him your uncomfortable with it! 💓

he completely understands and will keep in all his affection til he can burst it at you in private 💝

if your okay with pda, he initiates it as normal! :)

You might as well call your man the kiss genie

because ask and you shall receive darling

If this guy isn’t the gentlest giant idk who is

💋💪

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spookmemepls · 6 months

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☠ ― 𝑊ℎ𝑜 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑅𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑅𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑡? 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠. (𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑡 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟾 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒, "𝑊ℎ𝑜 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑅𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑅𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑡?".)

"Don't worry! Whatever you say!"

"Hey! Be careful with that gun!"

"This ain't no cartoon, y'know."

"I'll be in my trailer, taking a NAP!"

"Scotch on the rocks. And I mean ice."

"I can take it, don't worry about me!"

"Wait 'til he gets on his feet, THEN hit him with a boulder."

"How much do you know about show business, ___?"

"Look, I don't have time for this."

"What the hell happened in here...?!"

"The job's gonna cost you a hundred bucks."

"This is NO way to make a living..."

"Is that a rabbit in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

"___! Is that you?!"

"Nice booby trap."

"I've worked with a lot of wise-quackers, but you are despicable."

"Kinda jumpy, aren't you, ___?"

"Get this straight, meatball. I don't work for toons."

"I think... I'm gonna faint..."

"That's it! That's the connection!"

"Well I don't work for peanuts."

"Another stupid news reel... aww, I HATE the news."

"You've been hanging around rabbits too long."

"I don't know who's toonier. You or ___."

"I'm not bad. I'm just drawn that way."

"OW! My biscuits are burnin'! Fire in the hatch!"

"Please, ___, can't you tell how much I need you?"

"I hope you're proud of yourself! And those pictures you took!"

"No toon can resist the old "shave and a haircut" bit."

"Hey, ___, don't you have a car?"

"Thanks for the cigarettes."

"Don't let me catch your peepin' face here again, got it?!"

"Nice monkey suit."

"Wiseass."

"Get outta here, get me some money, too."

"The whole thing stinks like yesterday's diapers."

"Put the poor guy/girl/etc. on two weeks notice. Cutbacks, they said."

"Here's to the pencil-pushers. May they all get lead poisoning."

"Tomorrow's Friday, ___. You know what happens here on Friday?"

"You got that camera of yours? Mine's in the shop."

"Yeah, that was a long time ago. We should do that again sometime."

"So what's his/her/their/etc. problem?"

"I know this all seems pretty painful now... but you'll find someone new."

"Got the password...?"

"Don't tell me you've lost your sense of humor already..."

"So I took a couple of dirty pictures. Sue me."

"I caught you with your PANTS down!"

"I'm surprised you're not more cooperative, ___."

"No, not all the time! Only when it was funny!"

"No wonder you hate me...!"

"C'mon, don't cry, I don't hate you."

"This means war."

"C'mon, ___, where's your sense of humor?"

"The stain is already gone; It's disappearing ink! No hard feelings, I hope."

"If it's ACME, it's a gasser!"

"One of these days you're gonna DIE laughing."

"Work's been kinda slow since cartoons went to color..."

"Not tonight, ___... I've got a headache..."

"But ___, you promised...!"

"What could have POSSIBLY happened to you to turn you into such a sourpuss?"

"Take comfort, ___, you're not the first man/woman/etc. whose S/O played patty cake on 'em."

"I won't believe it, I CAN'T believe it, I SHAN'T believe it..."

"Is there nothing that can permeate your impervious puss?"

"We're SUPPOSED to be hiding, what's WRONG with you?!"

"What's wrong with YOU? You're the only person in this theater that isn't laughing!"

"___'s the love of my life! The apple of my eye! The cream in my coffee...!"

"Drink this, it'll make you feel better."

"Just like a toon to drop a safe on a guy's/girl's/etc.'s head."

"I see working for a toon has rubbed off on you."

"My whole purpose in life is to make people laugh!"

"I've been risking my neck for you!"

"I'm looking for a murderer."

"You're my only hope...!"

"You keep talking like that and I'm gonna have to wash your mouth out."

"Ain't I a stinker?"

"A better lover than a driver, huh?"

"Seriously, what do you see in that guy/girl/etc.?"

"Give me another excuse to pump you full of lead!"

"We toons may ACT idiotic, but we're not stupid!"

"We demand justice, but the real meaning of the word probably hits you like a ton of bricks!"

"___, darling, I want you to know that I love you."

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hymemena · 7 months

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Waterparks Intellectual Property Lyrics Starters

Feel free to change pronouns as necessary, and remember to specify muse for multimuse blogs.

CW: Death, Self Harm

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ST*RFUCKER

"Yo, imagine an album starting with this."

"Take a breath, close your eyes, and shit."

"I'm gonna move out of my loft."

"I can drive you fucking crazy."

"I'll always be around."

"I'm climbing up to your window now."

"It's been a pleasure, nice to meet you."

"Maybe I'm a soul-sucker but you're just a star fucker."

"I signed somebody's NDA."

"I bet you wouldn't ask me to do that by this time next year."

"You can't hide my face and save me for a rainy day."

"It don't go two ways."

"Nope."

"I don't wanna be toxic, I just wanna be honest."

"This shit hits like a comment."

"It just hurts 'cause I want it."

"I'm saying picture that, but like, right before things go dark."

REAL SUPER DARK

"Oh, you mean -name-?"

"Leave some tears after."

"If you're feeling silly."

"I'll call you, beep you later."

"I'm sorry, stop."

"I'm out of my cage."

"I'm on stage."

"I'm dyin' to give you a show."

"I'm alienated."

"Here are a few of the notes."

"My fans are the best."

"They'd love me more dead."

"Man, I can't die 'til I finish the album."

"'Course if I could time it right, shit could go platinum."

"Baby, it's gettin' too loud."

"Everyone's freaking me out."

"Shut the fuck out of your mouth."

"Everybody's proud of me."

"Therapy's not working."

"I don't understand."

"I kill time by playin' tennis with your favorite band."

FUNERAL GREY

"11PM they walked in with their friends."

"I'm trippin' off the deep end."

"Call me a Lyft or a black hearse."

"I know you'll make my head spin."

"What's your favorite color?"

"That's not a color, it's a shade."

"Don't disagree with me."

"I didn't get their name."

"I can't explain the look on their face."

"They wore a sweater in summer weather."

"It's killing me."

"I just want you to be my next mistake that I'm gonna make."

"3AM they walked in, took a hit."

"That shit is gonna kill you."

"They kinda smiled and blew it in my face."

"Well, now you're gonna die, too."

"They rolled their eyes."

"I know your dying wish is to be baptized in my spit."

"Float my way."

"I'm melting for you."

BRAINWASHED

"What's up?"

"Hello, I'm trying to meet ya."

"Don't take it away."

"I wanna play."

"Where did the time fly?"

"What if I pray?"

"Hoping you'll stay into the daylight."

"Wait, what am I saying?"

"I feel insane."

"It's only been a couple of days."

"I'm having the same thoughts."

"Thinking you got me brainwashed."

"I'm see-through."

"Need you."

"Why do I think you're so cool?"

"Everything's clean except for my thoughts."

"Thinking about getting you off."

"It's been a week, I'm still at your house."

"I don't wanna leave, it's freaking me out."

"Why am I acting like that?"

"My day's fucked 'til you finally wanna text back."

"I put some extra on my laugh when you say things."

"Are you really that funny or am I hallucinating?"

"I'm slipping away."

"Give me space."

"Give me your face at the same time."

"It's like my brain isn't mine."

"You moved into my mind, dropped your bags, drew the blinds."

"The syndrome feels Stockholm."

"Do you wanna keep me on lock though?"

2 BEST FRIENDS

"I'm trying to turn my brain off."

"I don't know where to go."

"With the blinds drawn and the lights off?"

"I could pick your body in a lineup."

"Now I'm sick of waiting on you."

"Now I'm sick of waiting on you to call when you're out every night."

"I'm sick of playing it cool."

"Baby, really, I wanna die."

"I went out with my two best friends."

"Tried anything not to think of you."

"It didn't work and I feel like shit."

"Wake up tomorrow and try again."

"You hit the back with the syntax."

"You treated my heart like a handbag."

"Now I'm solo when the night's cold."

"I kissed a couple people but they taste wrong."

END OF THE WATER (FEEL)

"If you feel it, then I feel it, too."

"If you believe me, I could be your truth."

"If you need me, all I need is you."

"Wait."

"Why we ghost each other for a week at a time?"

"Both waiting for each other to reply."

"Make plans and let 'em fall through."

"I can't even call you."

"I can't even call you, let alone call you mine."

"I can be nonchalant if that's what you really want."

"I'm just glad you and I are alive at the same time."

"We can't take back what we never gave."

"That distance keeps us safe."

"Nobody told me that safe is so lonely."

"Now I'm checking your DMs again."

"I'm thinking 'bout your face instead."

Can't we act like you and I are alive at the same time?"

SELF-SABOTAGE

"When we talk, I'm never wrong."

"I'm never wrong."

"If we don't fight it won't last long."

"Might unplug my phone for the night."

"When you need me the most I'll miss that flight."

"It's avoidable."

"I'll destroy chances to be better than I was before you and me."

"Now we're at the part where you'll hate what you see."

"What the fuck is wrong with me?"

"I'm on my way to you but I self-sabotage."

"I might drive my car and crash into your garage."

"To get away from you."

"If you like when we talk, I'll dislocate my jaw."

"It's sad, so sad."

"We both know it."

"Every time I find a good thing I throw it."

"All the way over the edge."

"I stay stoic."

"I get the chance to change your mind, still I blow it."

"You don't see."

"I don't really battle."

"You leave me in the rain."

"Singing through the pain."

"Eddie Vedder sang it better."

"They said they hated me."

RITUAL

"My inner child needs a bulletproof vest."

"A phone that can text?"

"Twenty years rest."

"Build a bomb shelter."

"Bite a belt for the stress."

"Never know what's next."

"Sleeping with my clothes on in case shit goes wrong."

"Gotta clear my front lawn."

"Eyes feel heavy tonight."

"I could sleep for weeks."

"Don't look for me."

"They're killing me when I'm fast asleep."

"Are you hearing me when I say you're bleeding me out?"

"All the things you don't say."

"I'm living fucking betrayed."

"Living like I'm dead and on my own."

"Like a ritual."

FUCK ABOUT IT

"I like you but I need some space."

"I like you kinda far away."

"It's not hard to kill a day lookin' at your face."

"I like you but I need some room."

"Been givin' me your attitude."

"It doesn't always stay that way."

"I hate the aftertaste."

"I don't wanna leave you hangin' on."

"When we fight it's like a marathon."

"Give me three days alone."

"We can fuck about it later if you want."

"It's all we ever really do when something's wrong."

"You don't seem to like it when we talk."

"We never fix the problems that we've got."

"I guess I'll see you later."

"You've been at my crib for like the seventh day up in a row."

"You've been doing silly things like checking who I follow."

"I know you're waiting by the phone."

"It's alright, I won't lie to you."

"Sometimes when we fight it's like scars on my wrist."

"When I think about the shit that we did to one another, baby…"

A NIGHT OUT ON EARTH

"Am I missing out?"

"Am I having fun?"

"Is it just me, or is it everyone?"

"Desensitized."

"The love I get is virtual."

"Now Jesus hates my guts."

"It's getting personal."

"It's a night out."

"The last one for a while."

"Can't get worse."

"Now, if I ever feel jealous I just turn it into lyrics."

"I fuckin' sell it."

"When I get depressed and make songs I turn pain into rain and sing along."

"Still, I get hit."

"Do you remember me?"

"Some version, I guess."

"Dude, oh my God."

"Tell me what you want about your brand."

"Will I make a post shouting out your lemonade stand?"

"Aw, come on man, we're bros."

"Like I've known you forever."

"I watched your little band grow."

"Now it's fuck you and everyone you know."

"I'm gonna make sure you get it through your head before you go."

"I wear my red flags like a cape."

"Got superhuman strength when I'm fucking up your day."

"I'm coming in first so pour the Gatorade."

"Life gave me lemons, now I bleed lemonade."

"It gets so fucking hot under all this shade."

"Everywhere I walk's a toxic parade."

"The glove don't fit but I wear it anyway."

"I could drive my Lexus overnight back home to Texas."

"I could fall asleep in my old bed."

"Life got kinda hectic."

"On the day I got my necklace."

"I just wanna fall asleep on my own."

"It's a hell of a time."

"Was I loved or was I right?"

"I kissed a couple people in a week."

"Am I gonna go to Hell in my sleep?"

"Will God forgive me?"

"I gotta hide everybody that I like."

"Did therapy four times this week from my bike."

"I'm overthinking everything."

"A Capricorn with double horns."

"Triple six, Baby."

"I'm fucking dying for you."

"If it was up to me."

"Everyone I know knows another me."

"It's getting hard to keep track of everything I keep locked behind my back."

"I'm jumping out the window."

"I'm leaving when the night goes."

"I ain't gonna let go."

"Stay jumping at the tempo."

"This is how this shit goes."

"I ain't jumping out the window."

"Stay living at the tempo."

"I'm a natural blue."

"I'm very stoked out to have them on the phone right now."

"Everyone get stoked."

SNEAKING OUT OF HEAVEN

"And I said like a million vocal things in my head for it."

"But like…"

"Whatever, fuck it, here."

"Highkey when we fuck I feel like I'm struck."

"They say I'm brainwashed."

"Yeah, I might be."

"I build a secret room for you."

"Just one more chance to adore you."

"Love you."

"If you're toxic, I'll wear a hazmat."

"Do you think God knows?"

"You've been sneaking out of Heaven."

"Like were their eyes closed?"

"There's no way they're just letting you fall from the stars and get in my car."

"Go to my place."

"You put away your halo."

"I swear to God my heart's gonna pop."

"It's beating light speed."

"If I'm not brainwashed, man, I'm trying to be."

"Swallow my shoes and car keys."

"I don't need those 'cause I won't leave."

"I'll have to jump the gates when I die 'cause they won't let me inside."

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helioleti · 2 years

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Interesting how most of Milkvan’s crucial moments are always in public/in a group and depicted as comical, vs Byler’s crucial moments being intimate and private.

Milkvan first kiss in s1: in the large school cafeteria, defeating the feeling of privacy, plus just after El genuinely and cluelessly asked Mike if they were gonna be like siblings

Milkvan kiss in s2: in a crowded room at the Snowball

Milkvan breakup in s3: in bright daylight & public, in front of the mall and the entire party, framed as a girlboss moment with El and Max giving each other a high five and Mike looking rather disgusted

Milkvan “makeup” in s3: in the hospital waiting room, Lucas distracting Max so they can talk and Mike sending Will away from the seats. Basically the whole party is in the same room and almost everyone is aware that they’re making up.

Milkvan “blank makes you crazy” in s3: again, in a public space (the store). They may be alone in the aisle, but like the s1 kiss it also defeats the feeling of privacy. And again, like the s1 kiss, it’s placed in a comical light due to El’s cluelessness of what Mike is trying to say.

“I love her and can’t lose her again” in s3: Homeboy basically publicly announced it to everyone except El herself.

“I love you too” in s3: This is one of the few “intimate” Milkvan moments in this season and Mike looks uncomfortable throughout all of it. He stalls & pretends to have forgotten what he said previously, not to mention his eyes are open when she kisses him and he looks infinitely confused afterwards.

Skipping over all of s4’s moments of the first few episodes because they were just fighting or putting up an act-

Milkvan reunion in ep8: The framing of the scene made us focus on Will’s silhouette standing between them more than anything. Also Willel’s reunion was 10x more emotional from both sides.

Mike’s monologue in ep9: Nine “I love you”s in front of three other people in a speech that was cliché and barely made sense, not to mention he wouldn’t have made it if Will hadn’t pushed him to.

(I guess the scene in the Surfer Boy’s Pizza was kinda sweet, but we will never know what either of them were actually gonna say because they got interrupted by Argyle. We can theorize El wanted to amicably break up with him based on her body language but nothing is definite. I’m also not adressing all of Mike’s moments of calling up El in s2 bc that can also pass as a guilt reaction rather than romance, but the post would be too long if I start to elaborate.)

Then there’s Byler.

It was a Seven? Will waited til the others were gone. Crazy Together? Privately in Mike’s basement. Superspy hand hold? Alone in Will’s room. “It was the best thing I’ve ever done”? Perhaps they weren’t alone, but the scene was framed as if they were. Emotional, intimate, Mike was crying, speaking softly without hesitation. The rain fight, aka the Byler equivalent of the Milkvan breakup shortly before? Lucas stays downstairs, they’re alone, the scene with its light and dialogue is framed like a truly heartbreaking moment.

And s4? Heart to heart 1 (“it’s going to be up to us again”)? Alone in Jonathan’s room until they get interrupted. Heart to heart 2 (“Cool.” “Cool.”)? Alone in Will’s room.

Arguably their other two moments on top of the car and in the Van are not the two of them alone (Argyle and Jonathan are in the vicinity and in the latter Jonathan is even full on listening) but still they are framed more intimate than any of Milkvan’s moments.

And then the final scene of s4. One of the last few dialogues of the show. They sit down together as soon as they’re alone, to have another heart to heart.

My point:

Milkvan’s most “important” romantic moments can always pass as conformity and nothing else. As Mike trying to prove to everyone including himself that he likes girls (Or El, depending on the hc). With grand gestures- or rather, grand words that are never an issue with any other healthy couple on the show. As both of them being in a relationship for the sake of it, and not genuine romance.

I think it is very funny when Milkvans’ biggest argument for the ship is that it’s “been set up since season 1” but like. If my ship had been set up like that, being portrayed as a joke most of the time, I’d honestly be so offended.

#byler

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hjparisian · 1 year

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high infidelity- harry j potter x reader

"do you really wanna know where i was april 29?"

p: harry j potter x reader w: cheating, angst, hearts being broken whoops, not proofread a/n: i wanted to do something for this song cause it's april 29 and its been stuck in my head for a week. so i kinda threw whatever idea i had in my head lol

Harry Potter and (Y/N) (L/N) were two names you did not hear without the other. Ever since their fifth year, the two seem inseparable. Harry loved them and didn't know what life would be like without them (though he wouldn't want to think about it). After the end of the second wizarding war, Harry proposed to (Y/N) and life seemed to be perfect.

Or at least that's what it would seem from an outsider's perspective. Lately, there seemed to have been some trouble between the two wizards. Harry was busy as an auror in training, putting in the extra work to prove himself (even though he already did as The Boy Who Lived), which meant he wouldn't get home til late. Meanwhile, (Y/N) decided to become a healer, having a knack for healing and had already done some work with Madam Pomfrey during Hogwarts. The hours were long, but (Y/N) still had some spare time, though it was difficult to be able to spend time with Harry with his work.

Lately though, it seemed like (Y/N)'s hours were getting longer and longer, often not coming home until the middle of the night and being called in on days off. There was even a day in April where (Y/N) was gone the whole day only to return the next morning saying they wanted her to help a terribly sick patient.

Harry had found this odd, he wouldn't expect St. Mungo's to overwork (Y/N) like that. Hell even the ministry didn't overwork the people in training unless severely necessary, which was rare.

On his off day, Harry decided to visit Ron in his shared apartment with Hermione, since (Y/N) is at work and he hasn't seen Ron in a minute. He brings up (Y/N)'s long hours to Ron.

"I never seen them much anymore. It's always we see each other in the morning and then right before we go to bed. But lately they've been getting home really late. I don't know, I'm just worried Ron." Harry says.

"Well have you talk to them about it? Can't you guys request time off to spend time?" Ron asks him. Harry shakes his head. "Every time I say something they get mad and we have an argument." This was true. The perfect couple was no longer perfect. There were more arguments than they ever had during Hogwarts. To Harry, it seemed like the love was fading.

"Really?" Ron was a little astound by this, seeing as (Y/N) and Harry always hated being mad at each other and arguing. "And you say they've been coming home later?"

Harry nods his head again. "There was one night where they didn't even come back til morning." Ron started piecing the puzzle together, but did not want to believe his assumptions. Poor Harry would be heartbroken if it was true.

"Mate." Ron started. "Do you think they could be cheating on you?"

Harry felt his world stop at the thought of this. His precious (Y/N), in bed with another man? Spending their precious time with someone else? But it would make sense. Why they would come home late, the calls saying they have to stay later than usual. More particularly, where they could've been April 29.

Ron could seeing the pain and tears forming in his best friend's eyes. "Hey Harry, I could be wrong. Maybe they truly are busy." Saying anything to save Harry's pain.

"No Ron, I think you're right. I have to talk to them tonight."

So Harry sat in the living room of their home, waiting to (Y/N) to arrive. He hears the door unlock and sees the person he was looking for. He stands up.

"Hey Harry," (Y/N) says while hanging up their coat. Harry decides it was now or never.

"Have you been cheating on me?"

(Y/N) stops and looks at him. "What?" Harry speaks. "You heard me. Have you seeing someone else?"

There was a flash of fear and nerves in (Y/N)'s eyes. "Why would you even think that, Harry?"

He scoffs. "Why would I think that? Well, how about the fact that you're always at work? That you always seem to have to stay later and don't even come home til the middle of the night?"

(Y/N) interrupts him. "That's cause I'm busy treating people! They keep me late because they think I'm one of the best trainees and could use the work. And what about you? You never seem to have time for me cause you're too busy with auror training."

"We're not talking about me (Y/N), we're talking about you. You know how intense auror training is anyways. It feels like you work way longer hours than me. And everytime I bring something like this up you always seem to get upset."

"Of course I'm gonna get upset when you're attacking me like this!" (Y/N) screams.

"Well it wouldn't feel like I'm attacking you if you told me what's going on." Harry says. "You never even told me where you were that one day in April. You didn't even come back until morning."

(Y/N) responds, "I was busy at work." Harry felt himself getting more and more frustrated by the minute. "Bullshit, there's no way they kept you at St. Mungos for practically a day."

"Now I'm gonna ask you again, where were you April 29?"

Harry could see the (Y/N) finally exploded. "Do you really want to know where I was on April 29? You really want to know?" They scoff before continuing, "I was out with someone, getting the love and pleasure I haven't gotten for ages!"

Harry was shocked. So (Y/N) really was seeing someone else. The only thing he could say was "Who?"

They stood silent, avoiding eye contact with Harry who asked them again. "Who were you with? Who was giving you the love that I 'apparantly' didn't give you when it was you who wasn't appreciating me?

"Theodore Nott."

Theodore Nott was a Slytherin who was in the same year as both (Y/N) and Harry, though (Y/N) already knew him through family members and the occasional parties their families hosted.

Harry tried to hold back the tears of frustration and sadness. "You slept with Theodore, because you thought I wasn't loving you enough? (Y/N), you could've fucking told me. You knew I would've done anything for you. I would've made time. Here I was, wondering if I was overthinking that you didn't love me anymore, when I guess you really don't."

"Harry-" "No (Y/N), you made your choice, and it wasn't me. I want you get your stuff and leave."

Harry could see the tears welling up in (Y/N)'s eyes. In any other situation, he would've tried to cheer them up, make them laugh, comfort them. But right now, all he could do was watch them flow before letting his silently fall.

He watched (Y/N) go into their room and gathered some of their stuff in a suitcase. "You can get the rest of your stuff another day." (Y/N) just nods as they zip the suitcase close and walk to the door.

They open the door before looking back at Harry. "I'm sorry, Harry." He shuts the door behind them before sliding to the floor, letting his sobs fill the empty room.

There was so many different ways that this could've gone, but Harry would never thought it would end from not loving each other enough.

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jiminiepabo · 1 year

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Jimin as your boyfriend

The way I want to give jimin the biggest hug. This is also a part of my BTS As Your Boyfriend series so check out the rest! 💕

Contains: mentions of sex, jimin being cute asf

°+~♡~+°

When you meet-

Meeting park jimin could go one of two ways

Sexy or sweet, take your pick

If he's feelin sexy that night he'll 100% flirt with you endlessly until he gets your number

But if he's feeling sweet he would politely ask you for your number like the gentleman he is

When you finally arrange a time to go out on a date, he will legit spend hours getting ready

Like he doesn't even know you that well but he has a "What if I meet my soulmate?" kinda attitude

Therefore he spends wayyyy to much time getting ready

Not that your complaining

Bc he's park jimin and now he looks fine asf and you don't know how to react to his hotness

He would be really indecisive on what to do for your date as well

He wants to be careful of his public image but also give you the time you deserve

So he'd settle for a pretty secluded first few dates

As he's said himself, a walk on the beach would be nice

But he'd also love picnics

He's the type to find little imperfections in you and love them more than the other qualities

For example, if you have a weird laugh, or crooked teeth, he would find it so endearing and admire those features most about you

I'm just gonna be straightforward tho

Jimin loves sex

Like he doesn't actually give a shit about being traditional and waiting til marriage

Yall are fucking early on

unless you say otherwise, he'll wait if you want him to (he'll still be impatient tho)

And it's not that he only wants you for sex

It's that he wants you to be his girlfriend so damn bad that he feels like he needs to just claim every inch of your body

He's also an extremely physically affectionate person, but I have a feeling his cock is very sensitive

So all the cuddles, and touches and kisses he wants sometimes lead to his detriment and make him a horny boy

But your both still new to this whole relationship so he doesn't want to overload you with his dick (yet.)

When you start dating-

You're so passionate about each other.

He can't stop kissing you, hugging you and doing all these cute couple things

He loves taking you out on fancy dates so he can see you all dressed up for him. He's all cute smiles and giggles

And then he rips it all off and yall fuck. Again. 💀

He's actually so obsessive as well. He takes days off of work and does nothing but stay at home in bed with you

He's also a mess 💀

You make him blush, and sweat and his heart pounds

But he really likes it when you walk around the house naked

I can see him making out with you passionately for soooooo long

And he's so good at it too 😍

Those lips have been many places during your relationship

His ideal day with you would probably consist of waking you up with kisses everywhere. Then making you breakfast, which he brings to you in bed. Then he wants to shower with you (you can guess what happens in there). And a lot of times, he'll want to go straight back to bed after and cuddle with you naked until dinner time. Then he orders a pizza and you eat it together while watching a movie. You'd fall asleep on the couch together, wrapped up in the blankets

Another thing he likes to do is change your clothes.

You need to get dressed? Let him strip off your pajamas and pull you into some new clothes

Finally, he loves to be pampered,

Due to his past insecurities, we all know he has the biggest praise kink in the whole entire world so this comes as no surprise

Massage his back, or his legs, run your fingers through his hair, all of those things make him feel so good

Okay the very last thing I have to say about jimin is just in general what a sweet and thoughtful person he is, he will always put you first and he wants to experience so many things with you, his heart can't contain all of his joy that you chose to be with him.

please treat him with care, he's had a long journey and has a fragile heart ❤

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thatfreshi · 1 year

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I Would Want You to Go With Me (Markiplier x reader)

This is about double the length of my other pieces. More of a fluffy slow burn. Had a lot of fun with this one!

(Suggested song: 400 Lux - Lorde)

You hang up the phone and fall back onto the couch. That was Ethan on the line, telling you that your road trip had to be postponed. You were excited to get away for a while, and now it would have to wait til next week. Work has been a little bit of a drag, and you really need a break. Funnily enough, you and Mark have an “editing hangout” scheduled, where you literally sit in your living room and edit and give each other shit when you get off track. Between his ADHD and your lack of motivation, it’s an efficient yet fun arrangement. Before you could finish thinking about how you really don’t want to do any extra work, your front door opens.

“Well y/n, I have bad news and bad news.”

You sit up on the couch.

“Is it worse than Ethan canceling our trip?”

“Uhm, I don’t think so? First of all, your trash can is knocked over, and it is 100% not because I parked really bad today.”

“Markkkk, if you’re gonna come over here so we can both work better, can you please not add more to my plate? Now I have to go pick up the trash and edit two pretty lengthy videos.”

“You know what? Fair. I will go fix it, but before that, second round of bad news: I brought the wrong drive with me, which means I actually have nothing to edit!”

You put your head in your hands and sigh.

“So you get to sit here and torment me while I work? Great, wonderful.”

Or course you’re being sarcastic, but some of it is true. After all, you do have a lot to do, and you were really looking forward to that trip.

“Nooo, it’ll be fun! I’ll sit here and talk non-stop while you hopefully get something done and it’ll all be fine! But first, I am going to pick up your trash can before I forget.”

You lay back down as the door closes again and sigh. Again. At least he’s here, and you’ll have some ounce of support to get you through the monotonous work. Besides, you like when he comes over. He usually stays the night since you guys live quite a ways away from each other. California is a big state after all. You and Mark end up ordering in some food and playing some mind-numbing game on your TV until you both pass out on the couch. Is it a little childish? Yes. Do you both plan on stopping anytime soon? Not a chance.

“Alright, trash can is back in position M’lady. Now, you have work to do.”

You groan in the most dramatic way possible.

“But do I haveeeee tooooo?”

“I mean, I did come down here for us to work, and I can’t do any, which by my math means you have to do enough work for the both of us.”

Then, a lightbulb goes off in your head.

“Well, you do still have your laptop in your bag right?”

“Yeah, of course I do.”

“So, by my math, if I have two videos to edit and there are two of us and we have two laptops… it seems like I should just send you my other video, and you can edit it for me.”

“You know what? That’s fair. Alright, give me what you got.”

You both edit and talk for a couple of hours, shooting the shit and somehow paying attention to each other through the two extra yous talking. Eventually, you get back on the subject of the road trip.

“Yeah, I’m honestly pretty bummed. Like sure, editing is fun and all, and I love running my own channel, but god damn, I need a break.”

Mark looks away from his screen and thinks for a moment.

“Well, I mean, I know you wanted to go with Ethan, but if he’s busy, I don’t know, we could go on a trip tomorrow. I already packed overnight stuff, and you don’t have to cancel with Ethan obviously, but what’s the harm in two vacations?”

You close your laptop, having just finished your video. You didn’t tell Mark, but you gave him the longer recording to go through.

“I don’t know. I’m worried I’ll end up taking too much time off and get out of my groove or something.”

“Well, no offense y/n, but you’ve kinda been out of your groove for a while. Maybe you need something spontaneous to jump your system, ya know?”

You throw one of the decorative pillows at him.

“First of all, that was fully offensive. Second of all… you’re sadly probably right.”

“Why am I ‘sadly probably right?’”

“Because anytime you’re right is a sad time.”

He chucks the pillow back at you.

“Yeah, okay, I deserve that.”

You two laugh at the exchange for a little before Mark returns to wrap up his edit. When he’s finally finished, you order some pizza and start to put together a game plan for what you two are now calling ‘The Most Awesome Epic Overnight Sleepover to Road Trip of Spectacularness Ever,’ or MAEOSRTSE for short. You don’t refer to it by its full name or abbreviation for very long.

“So, what is the plan for this amazing road trip that’s only now amazing because I’m a part of it?”

You scoff.

“Well, I was just kinda planning to hit all the big Cali cities? I haven’t lived here too long and I wanted to explore. Like honestly I think the only times I’ve been to LA are to visit you or Ethan. I’m surprised you and Ethan didn’t talk about it at all.”

“I mean, I didn’t wanna pry or anything.”

You cock your head at him.

“Why would you be prying?”

“Well, I just kinda figured it wasn’t exactly… a friendly trip.”

“Woah, I’m not like mad at Ethan or anything. Do you think I’m gonna murder him in SoCal?!”

“I mean I don’t know. You’re probably capable of it.”

“No but really, what do you mean?”

“I just thought maybe you were gonna make things with him more than friends, that’s all.”

“WOAH, no way. Ethan and I have been friends for like, a million years. He’s basically my brother at this point, gross.”

You could’ve sworn you heard a sign of relief, but perhaps not. You’ve only known Mark for the year or so you’ve lived here. Ethan was actually the one who introduced you, and he actually thought that you would hit it off. You’ve become really good friends, but you didn’t ever think it would go beyond that. Sure, he’s amazing and pretty and his smile makes you blush sometimes, but you wouldn’t want to ruin anything you two already had just to see if maybe you could date. Just as you start to ponder what that could look like, the pizza arrives. Luckily you live pretty close to a Domino’s.

“I’ll get it.”

Mark hops off the couch and grabs your pizzas from the delivery guy, tipping him generously in the process. He brings the cheesy delights back to the coffee table and makes his way into your kitchen to get some paper towels.

“So, are you into anyone? Because I always kind of assumed you and Ethan had this like on again off again thing goin on.”

“Agasp! Is Mark Fischbach trying to gossip with me right now?!”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say gossip. Am I not allowed to ask questions?”

“I guess you can just ask things without it being scandalous. No, I’m not particularly interested in anyone, but I wouldn’t be opposed to like a date or anything romantic. I guess I’ve just been too busy to look into anything like that right now.”

“Well, I’m sure it’ll come at just the right time.”

He smiles as he gives you a share of paper towels.

“So, this California trip. You just want to hit the big cities? Do you want to do anything specific?

“Not really. Honestly I just want to drive and see where the wind takes us, see what’s out there.”

“I can work with that.”

The both of you binge on pizza for a while and play some Mario Party, cursing each other out whenever you put each other behind on the board. After a while, you go into bread-based delirium and only half pay attention to each round. Eventually, your blinks get longer and longer, and you fall into the soft embrace of the couch. However, when Mark wakes you up soon after, you realize it was not the couch, but was actually him.

“I’m sorry y/n. I didn’t want to wake you, but I had to get up and I didn’t want to startle you or anything. I was just going to put everything away.”

You sit up slowly, trying to get your brain working again.

“What? No, you don’t have to do that, just leave it out it’s fine.”

“Y/n, I always put everything away after you fall asleep.”

“Really? That’s so nice. Thanks Mark.”

You hug him in your sleepless daze, not really thinking about it. He wraps his arm around you for a moment, before realizing he probably shouldn’t linger.

“Well, I’m gonna clean, and you can get back to bed, okay?”

“Mm, okay.”

He slowly unwraps you from his side, and before you know it, you’re waking up to a clean table and the smell of pizza and soda eradicated.

It’s 9, maybe 10 am. Mark is huddled into the corner of the couch, asleep, basically giving you the rest. You try to remember what happened before you fell asleep, but it’s hopeless. You two stay up far too late for your brain to process anything most nights. In fact, you only woke up due to some piece of shit revving their engine outside.

Now that you’re up, you decide to go freshen up, maybe change clothes. And besides, you do have to start packing for this trip. You feel a little guilty for not telling Ethan, but for whatever reason, you jumped at the opportunity when Mark offered to go in his stead. Over the past year, the two of you had become really good friends. Sure, you’ve known Ethan forever, but your friendship with him was nothing like this. These nights spent together with Mark, they were probably your favorite parts of the month. It was easy being around him. You didn’t have to try, you didn’t have to filter yourself, you could just, be.

After a shower and a quick change, you come back to the common space, where Mark was now awake, sleepily scrolling through Twitter, cozied up in your throw blanket. He often complains about his bad morning social media habits, but he doesn’t seem like he’s going to stop anytime soon.

“Good morning Mark. You want something to eat? I have eggs, cheese… more eggs…”

You then realize the only thing you can really make is an omelet.

“Okay, so unless you want to just eat cheese, it’s looking like it’s gonna be something, uh, eggy.”

He stretches out on the couch, trying to get a hold of his surroundings. He’s not particularly a morning person, at least not right after he wakes up.

“Yeah, eggs, sounds good.”

He stumbles off to your bathroom. You hear the shower running again as you begin getting out your frying pan and cracking eggs. The kitchen fills with the pleasant scent of butter and pepper, and for a moment, you think about how peaceful everything is. You think about how you could live like this forever. You don’t even particularly know what that means.

“Your water pressure still sucks you know.”

You almost jump at his voice, as you were thoroughly lost in thought.

“Okay, and I don’t exactly have the money or the time to fix that, now do I? Unless you’re offering to fix it, I wouldn’t complain.”

He playfully rolls his eyes and opens your fridge, grabbing for the orange juice. Right around then, the omelets are done.

“Do you seriously have pulp orange juice in here? Jesus Christ, this is SO MUCH PULP.”

You can’t help but laugh so loud that your entire neighborhood probably heard it.

“Mark, are you seriously gonna be a baby about some orange, in your orange juice?”

“I just don’t get why you need MORE orange in it, like it’s already so much orange!”

“Okay well if it’s that upsetting, why don’t you just strain it or something.”

And that’s exactly what he does, almost pouring all of your OJ down the sink in the process. Once that catastrophe is avoided, you two go back to the couch and eat your cheesy eggs. After finishing up breakfast and finalizing your road trip plans, Mark realizes he has almost nothing past spending the night. The both of you pack, and you end up finding some hoodies of yours that fit him.

“Are you sure you don’t want to try this another time? I know it can be a little stressful if you’re not fully prepared for something.”

“Oh, trust me, I may not be very prepared in reality, but in this ol noggin up here? Extremely prepared. So prepared that it’s literally in my bloodstream.”

You aren’t sure what’s gotten into him. Mark is usually more of a homebody, even more than you are, and yet he’s so ready to go across the state with you.

“Besides, I asked the dog sitter to work a couple extra days, and I have uploads scheduled for a little bit. It’ll be fine y/n. I want to do this with you.”

With that, you both are finished packing, unsure of exactly how long you’ll be gone for. Luckily your jobs both give you a lot of flexibility, and you don’t have anything at home that needs attending to, other than your water pressure apparently.

Soon enough, you’re on the road. You decided to take your car, as it has more storage space, but Mark insists on driving. You get into a fake argument over the trash incident from the night before, but he claims that parking is his only issue, not the actual driving part. You decide to trust him for whatever reason.

The first stop is LA. It’s been a while since you’ve gone, as Mark usually ends up going to your place instead of vice versa. It’s around two hours away since you live closer to Bakersfield. Some could argue that your California trip isn’t very genuine, but Northern California is about as boring as watching paint dry. At least, that’s what Mark says. Instead, you decide to trek to every major city in SoCal.

The next two hours are spent playing improv games in the car, and Mark getting mad every time you don’t follow the “Yes, and” rule. It’s not your fault that you didn’t do theatre in high school. After a while, you run out of scene ideas, and you begin just staring at the desert out the window.

“You alright y/n?”

“Yeah, just taking it all in, being in the moment.”

Mark isn’t much for music in the car, but he does hum to himself, either things he’s heard previously or little tunes he’s made up in his head. It’s nice, melodic, the perfect thing to add to the peace that you feel in this moment. Sometimes he hums something familiar, and the both of you buzz along together, until eventually he swaps to something you’ve either forgotten or never known. You love this, the fact that you and Mark don’t have to talk all the time, that it can be quiet and calm, and you can still enjoy each other’s presence. However, the moment does indeed pass, as you’re almost to LA.

“So, anything in particular you want to do? Or is this more of a dealer’s choice thing?”

“I mean, you’re the one who lives here, so yeah, show me around.”

The rest of the day is spent going to all the little nooks and crannies that he knows exist in the city. Small antique stores, hidden coffee shops, tiny parks full of birds singing. At one point, you think one of them tweets a little song Mark was humming earlier, but it was probably only your imagination. By the time it’s dark, you’re at an ice cream parlor, and he makes fun of you for picking rocky road.

“I just don’t understand why people need their food to be so, complicated. Me? Vanilla, all the way.”

“So you don’t want two flavors at once? Like you don’t mix your stuffing and mashed potatoes together at Thanksgiving?”

“Oh god, no! No way! That would ruin the sanctity of the meal.”

It’s late enough that you’re the only two there. In fact, the employees are cleaning up as you speak. Mark assured them that you wouldn’t take too long while you paid. One of the workers smiles at the two of you bickering before going back to closing up for the night.

“We should probably get back to the car.”

He nods, and you both take your ice cream with you, thanking the parlor workers as you leave. Usually it would still be bustling at this time of night, but he took you to a small offshoot where people weren’t up crazy late, and the squirrels still roamed the streets. When you get back in the car, the two of you sit there for a while, trying to decide where to stay for the night.

“Well, we could go to your place, but I wouldn’t want to disrupt the dog-sitter.”

“Maybe we should just camp out tonight. There’s lots of beautiful desert around here.”

You decide to trust him, despite the idea of camping out in the middle of nowhere making you extremely nervous. After all, you do trust him. He’d never lead you astray, at least on purpose. He starts the car, and it takes about another hour to get back into the middle of nowhere. Mark hasn’t used GPS all day, and he claims that he just knows where he’s going most of the time. It was clear that he knew where he was going now as it got darker out and the buildings became sparser.

Eventually, he pulls off the road and into a vast expanse of desert. It’s a lot brighter than you thought it would be. The stars, speckled across the sea of space above you. When he eventually stops, the both of you open the back of your car and set up for the night, laying out blankets and a small lantern you packed away at the last minute.

“I’m happy you took me out here.”

You two don’t usually get very sentimental. Everything about your friendship is fun and games.

“How come?”

He eyes you with thoughtfulness.

“I… I really needed the break. It’s been a lot of fun.”

There’s a drizzle of honey in your tone.

“Well don’t get all sappy yet. We still have a couple days.”

You don’t know why you’re feeling so emotional about all of this. Of course, you’re excited to have more of the trip left to go, but today has been perfect. Fully, genuinely, perfect. When you’re thinking back, you remember last night, how you fell asleep on Mark’s shoulder, how he always cleans up when you fall asleep.

“You don’t have to do that y’know.”

He looks confused by your sudden shift.

“Do what?”

“Clean up after our sleepovers. I just remembered.”

“You know, I’ve told you that multiple times, and you usually forget. I really don’t mind.”

“Yeah, but I’m the host. It just feels rude that I let you do it all.”

“You don’t let me do anything. You didn’t even know, and besides, again, I really don’t mind. Promise.”

You hold out your pinky, and he locks into it with his own. You smile, getting up to get a better look at the stars. He watches you for a moment before going to join you. Before you know it, you’re lying on the desert sand, looking for any of the constellations you remember from school.

“Have I ever told you how much I like space?”

You roll over to look at him.

“I mean, I’ve heard plenty about it, but you haven’t told me yourself.”

“Would you go? If you had the chance?”

“To space? I don’t know. Depends on if it was safe I guess.”

“Well, if I had the chance, I would want you to go with me.”

He turns to meet your gaze.

“And I would tell you everything I know about the stars. Hell, I’d probably name a star after you.”

You blush a little, surprised by his sudden loving tone.

“In that case, I would go with you.”

You lock together yet another pinky promise, your hands lingering moments too long, eventually interlocking your fingers.

“Mark, I-”

He kisses you before you can finish your sentence. You kiss him back. You both know what you would’ve said anyways. When your lips finally break free, you’re both smiling, giggling like you did in your youth. That night, you cuddle up in the back of your car, dealing with the cold that the desert brings. It’s okay though, you don’t mind. Nothing could ruin this. Nothing could ruin how oblivious you’ve been to what’s clearly been here all along. Nothing could ruin this spectacular realization you’ve had today.

“I guess I’ll have to come over more, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess so. And now every night can be editing night.”

The blanket of the stars brought you together that night, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#slow burn #fluff #markiplier #markiplier x reader

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poisonhemloc · 1 year

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y’all feel free to ignore me i needed somewhere to put this recipe where i can find it again

Adapted from this recipe which is my favorite chocolate creme brulee recipe

Ingredients: 2 cups whipping (or heavy) cream, 3 small lemons (zested and juiced) 1 tbsp vanilla extract, 6 egg yolks, 6 tbsp sugar. Also, spare sugar, for caramelizing the top. Also also, medium heavy saucepan, at least two spoons/a wooden spoon and a whisk/some kinda stir thing, baking tray (like a 9x13 thats like twoish inches deep)(its not too important its just gotta fit the ramekins), 6 ramekins (small bowls essentially), hot water.

Instructions:

1. Put cream and lemon zest in a medium, heavy saucepan.

2. Bring to simmer. Do not walk away at any point while the cream is on the stove. No, not even to take cat pictures. It will know. And it will boil over.

2.5. You can, though, if you’re keeping a close eye on it, get your eggs separated while you wait for the simmer (i have counter space right next to the stove so doable for me)

3. Remove from heat. Add vanilla and lemon juice, stir, let it continue to sit off heat.

4. Stir together eggs and sugar in whatever size container will fit them.

5. Temper the sugar/egg mix- get your hot cream (if you let it cool down all the way, you have either more patience or worse object permanence than I do) next to the sugar/egg bowl, slowly pour in a spoonful while stirring the eggs. Do that a couple more times til you think the mix is hot enough you’re not gonna end up with scrambled eggs, then pour the sugar/egg/cream into the rest of the cream, stirring quickly the entire time (get a friend if you need to for this)(I temper bigger stuff like pudding for banana pudding this same way and it is easier with a second person helping but even if they had thumbs my cats wouldn’t help)

5.5. Strain the mix (ideally into a good container for pouring)(you don’t have to but zest texture makes me gag and if you accidentally scrambled some eggs this’ll take that out)

6. ‘let cool to room temperature’ (jk) Oven to 300 F, put a rack in the middle of it.

7. Grab the baking pan, arrange ramekins inside baking pan (I cluster everything next to each other for this bit) Pour cream into ramekins, as evenly as possible. Pour hot water into the baking tray until they’re half submerged (I now move everything to be evenly spaced)

8. Bake until just set- about 40 min (the center might be a little jiggly still but the side shouldn’t be). Let cool (’on racks’ listen I get them out of the bath and onto the stovetop and they cool there it’s fine. it’s fine)

To serve- you need that crunchy sugar layer. You’ve got some options here (don’t use brown sugar for this)

You can- spread sugar over the top of each thing you’re gonna eat and either torch it if you’re fancy and you have one or put them on a cookie tray and put it all under a broiler for a bit (watch it, broilers love burning your things as much as milk loves boiling over)

You can also put sugar into your hopefully clean heavy medium saucepan and melt it and pour that on top, then put the brulees back in the fridge til you can touch them. (I prefer to do this, because i want More Crunch Contrasting Texture and trying to torch/broil the unmelted sugar burns bits for me)

Have fun, use this as a jumping off point. I’ve done lemon raspberry off this, and if I get my brain cooperative I’m gonna mess with some more citrus fruits

#Poisonhemloc’s rambles #food #creme brulee #lemon creme brulee #tagging mostly so i can find this and dont have to go scrolling through years of facebook messenger to find my modifications again #...yeha so this is my favorite dessert and i use to make it semi frequently and then pandemic happened and i have both barely cooked #and barely baked since and like. yeah. pandemic made *gestures* worse

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arcane-constellations · 1 year

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so I had to be induced two weeks before when my son was supposed to arrive, because I went to one of my prenatal appointments and my blood pressure was too high and I was experiencing some symptoms of preeclampsia so in an abundance of caution they had me go get checked out at the hospital. I was so woozy that I couldn't focus on the questions they were asking me when I was getting checked into the maternity ward and my husband had to speak for me. They took us to maternity triage first, I got to chill in a bed in a dimly lit room while they ran tests on me. They took some blood and I had an IV placed just in case because it was looking like I was gonna be staying. I got to nap while they waited to hear back from my doc and they ended up keeping me. I got taken to a labor room and my mom and sister met us there with my hospital bag.

Now into the induction itself. I got a Foley balloon (I think that's what it was called?) to dilate me which was so uncomfortable, and I couldn't have an epidural yet because they wanted me to be more freely able to move around to help speed up dilation. I was hooked up to a blood pressure machine to continuously track my BP because of how funky it was being, and external monitors to track baby. At some point I also got pictocin in my IV to help w dilation as well. For the next several hours I just had to ride out contractions, my husband held my hand thru them and talked me thru the pain. Periodically I'd get up and walk around the room or squat because it helped the pain. Around midnight they came and did my epidural. It was uncomfortable but once it was administered I felt great. Then they came and broke my water because I'd been stuck at 5 cm dilated for awhile and they needed to get things going more because baby's heart rate was acting up. He kept dipping with each contraction. Then my blood pressure took an abrupt dip and they had to bring it back up, and between that and what baby was doing we were scared I was gonna need a c section for a bit. They had to switch to internal monitors for baby which was uncomfortable because they had to kinda fist me to put them in lol. I was stuck laying on my left side all night because every time they tried to move me my baby's heart rate would act up. Around 6 am I started to feel this intense pressure and I thought I was just feeling my contractions thru my epidural and I was having a hard time getting comfortable and then when they checked my cervix around 7 I was fully dilated!

They had to call my midwife, she was across town at another hospital finishing up another birth. She got there right around 8 and we got me into position and the chaos started. My husband held one of my legs up and helped encourage me thru pushes. The midwife was awesome too, so encouraging and so nice. My room has a mirror on the ceiling that they could position so you could watch your birth and I did that, it was so cool. I did projectile vomit on everyone present but after that, I was lazer focused on pushing. I could see my son's head starting to come into view and even though it hurt I was so fired up to push. My mom and husband were encouraging me, helping me remember to breathe good and the midwife told me I was pushing so good, and telling me everything I detail so I knew how close baby was to being out. I remember how that last push felt, the relief of the pressure as I saw my son come out. The baby nurse took him and made sure he was all good, then laid him on my chest. I held my boy and watched the doc stitch me up. Luckily I only needed a few stitches, and my placenta came out without needing to push. They have to massage your abdomen after the baby comes out to make sure the uterus is starting to contract back down correctly and that is uncomfortable as fuck. I got to lay there and hold my boy and rest for a couple hours til they took me to my recovery room, where I took a good nap while I waited for my mom to bring me my post birth craving ( Chicken salad sandwich from Panera).

We spent 3 more days there, I got to rest a ton and my husband was so good at making sure I did and that I ate (and the food was surprisingly good for hospital food!).

All my nurses were so good and everyone explained everything that was going on, I never felt like I was being mistreated or like I didn't know what was happening to me and everyone took me and any concerns I had seriously. It was an experience for sure

#rambles #childbirth #emetephobia tw #medical tw

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holdontorogers · 3 years

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dumbification with steve? innocence kinda corruption kink too if u wanna

࿐ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐬.𝐫.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; nomad!Steve x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; You were on Steve’s side during the Civil War events, now you had to go undercover, just like him. After a few months apart, Steve has missed you more than both of you could’ve imagined. But he will surely make sure you know that.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 1,500

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI, porn with little no plot, swearing, dumbification, mocking (dumb girl, cockdrunk), pet-names (pretty girl, honey, sweetheart), corruption kink, dom!Steve, face-fucking, blowjob, fingering, unprotected sex, degradation, size kink (Steve is huge, reader doesn’t think it will fit), slight breeding kink (Steve cums inside reader).

𝐚/𝐧; GIF NOT MINE CREDITS HERE. REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Made this with Nomad!Steve bc 🤤 why not? Okay, I didn’t expect to go so far out with this one but oh God. I guess writing smut is my new passion lol.

It has been months since he even heard from you. After a while running together, you ended up going separate ways. He wanted you. It was that simple. And at this point, after all of the events that led him to go undercover and a fugitive, he couldn’t care less. All he knew is that he wanted to cross lines with you, tonight.

You barely recognized him when he arrived at your new hidden place. The calm blue ocean that once shaped his eyes seemed dark and dangerous now. Those angelic eyes and clean face were replaced by wild, almost animalistic eyes. And the beard. Oh, Lord, the beard. You whimpered at the feeling of it rubbing your skin when he hugged you. You also didn’t think Steve could get bigger — but there he was. Broader shoulder, stealth suit fitting his muscles perfectly, and an evil smirk on his face.

“How you’ve been sweetheart?” the pet-name sending shrives down your spine. You simply stare at him, taking in all his features. “Did you lose your words, honey?” your eyes widened at his words, the blue in his eyes almost disappearing as they grew darker. Steve licked his lips staring at you, you could feel the pooling in your panties just by staring at him. Unable to move or do anything thing. You wanted him, it was that simple.

The only problem is that this Steve seemed dangerous, experienced, rough; and you barely knew how to do a proper blowjob at best, lacking much of the experienced he seemed to master by now. But you knew that for him you would do it. Whatever he asked, you were his. Ready for whatever he was willing to give up. You bit your lower lips, lost in your thoughts.

Steve held a groan, the sight of you pressing your thighs together as you looked at him playing hoops in his mind. He left a heavy breath, his dagger eyes focused on all your movements. He could smell your arousal from his place. Carefully, he went forward, cupping a side of your face with his hand.

“What’s going on in that pretty mind of yours?” his voice was heavy just like his stare. “I’m…” Fuck, did you forgot how to speak? Was he that intoxicating? “You…” he mocked “I need to know what you want so I can give it to you, my dumb girl” his fingers caressed your cheek, as you felt your blood rushing through your body. You leaned to his touching, biting your lips hard so a moan wouldn’t escape. What was he doing to you?

“My dumb baby” he taunted “can’t barely contain the sweet sounds when I touch you” you closed your eyes and swallowed, addicted to the sound of his voice and his fingertips. “Gotta tell me what you want, put that pretty mouth of yours to use” your eyes widened at his words.

“I want you to ruin me” this time the words didn’t fail to leave your mouth. Steve had a satisfied smile on his face, dragging his thumb to your parted lips. You took them in, sucking and swirling your tongue around it, a low, strangled groan escaping his mouth at the sight.

“On your knees, pretty girl” he commanded, and you quickly sunk down to your knees. “Wanna see that pretty mouth of yours having a reason for being so out of words” he stated while undoing his belt and lowering his pants. The bulge clear in his boxers watering your mouths and making you wonder if it would fit later.

“Steve” you mumbled, after his cock sprang free from the restraining underwea. “it won’t fit” you blinked a couple of times. Steve chuckled at your words “Oh, my dumb gir, already so needy for my cock” he pouted, mocking your expression “it will fit, don’t worry. Just wait for it” he promised. You gulped and turned your eyes back to his shaft. “Now,” his authoritative tone made you look at him “Tongue out, sweetheart” another barked command, another order you followed promptly. “Eyes on me” he tilted your chin so you could actually look into his eyes, you nodded complying to all his demands.

You could taste the salty pre cum as you licked and sucked on his reddened tip. Sweet moans leaving your lips at the feeling, Steve’s hand threw back in pleasure. He gripped your hair and started thrusting into your mouth, leaving no spacing for breathing. You tugged on his thighs for support, gagging as his cock reached the back of your throat, tears falling down your eyes. The sounds and your current state only made Steve grew harder in your mouth, seeking his own release, using your mouth at his mercy.

“Doing so good for me, my dumb girl” he purred “gonna cum all over your face, fuck” he promised, almost losing his mind at the feeling “then have you bent over and dripping with my seed after I fuck you stupid” he whispered, his words fading as his release approached, curses leaving his mouth. The sounds he was making became your new favorite, he was in control but his flushed look, parted lips, groans and moans were all because of you. You hollowed your cheeks, and continue to let him use you. Suddenly he removed himself slightly as you felt hot, salty cum filling your mouth. You swallowed all he had for you, licking your lips afterwards.

Looking at him with flushed, innocent eyes, Steve pulled you up by your hair, kissing you. Teeth, tongue and his taste in your mouth mixing together in a passionate and rough kiss. Steve finally started undressing you, his lips never leaving your body. He sucked on your lips and moved to your neck, he could bruise the skin that his mouth captured. Steve wanted to let everyone know who you belonged to. As he sucked on one of your boobs, his large hands cupped the other, squeezing and pulling your nipples, making you whine for more. His fingers found your panties ripping the fabric and throwing away.

Steve removed his remaining clothes, lifting you up and placing you in the couch arm. His fingers found your pussy as he groaned at how wet you were “fuck, baby, you’re so fucking wet for me” his fingers spread your arousal through your cunt, tracing every inch, the fraction at your clit making you nearly jump. Steve pushes two fingers into you at once, stretching you open, delighting himself at how well you took them. “Feel so good squeezing my fingers, can’t wait til it’s my cock” he hissed. His thumb starting circling your clit, the pressure building inside you. You felt dizzy, numb to the feeling, gripping his shoulders as you came, hard. The coil in your stomach turning into white, hot, unimaginable, pleasure. Steve licked his fingers clean and moaned at the taste.

With an evil smile, he turned you easily, bending you over, exposing your ass and pussy for him. With a few strokes on his cock, his was ready to ruin all men for you. You whine at his tip teasing your entrance. Steve wasn’t gentle, burring all of him at once, barely giving you time to adjust to his size, impossibly stretching you to fit all of him. He started at a slow, agonizing pace, teasing you. It worked, you whined, grabbed at any resemblance of balance you could find. Almost sobbing for him to stop the torturous pace.

“Steve, I” you whined his name and his cock twitched inside you. “So cockdrunk already?” he mocked “Can’t even form words” he slowed even more, yet you thought it was impossible. “Fa-aster” you tried “Plea—” no warning, his hips started thrusting harder and faster. The pace settled made you feel the coil to form again, his dick sinking into you at every thrust. “My dumb girl” he said with raspy voice “So fucked out by me, won’t even be able to think after I’m done with you”. You could only moan his name, a mess of incoherent whines, sobs and curses leaving your lips.

Steve’s pace lost his rhythm, his release approaching. He started rubbing circles around your clit, pushing you towards the edge with him. It was all too much, the feeling of your walls contracting around him, his thumb in a perfect pace, the fact that it was Steve. You reached your orgasm soon enough, giving Steve the green light to pursue his own release. It was like shockwaves all over his body, his cock buried deep inside you, his hot cum warming you. Steve collapsed on your back, his cock beginning to soften, still inside you.

After a few heavy breaths, Steve removed himself, watching his cum dripping from your cunt, down to your thighs. He grabbed you in his arms and turned you to face him, rubbing his hand through your face. “Guess we need to clean you up” he offered, a sweet, tired smile on your lips. After that night Steve knew that no matter what happened, he wouldn’t leave you ever again. He would make sure to take care of you, protect you. No matter what.

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