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crazy4nika · 3 hours

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just enough

warnings: nightmares and paige being annoying but thats lowkey it this ones kinda cute

request: hi!!! i loved you nika headcannons. would you be open to writing about her? i rlly feel like you’re hc abt her match up so well

nika mühl x reader

the warmth of my blankets encompassed me in, the weight of the soft fabric holding me down. i don’t really know how i was still awake, considering it was almost 1 a.m.

its not like i was staying awake, i was actually trying to sleep.

my room was small, but comfy. the only light was a streetlight gleaming through the window. it had one bed, a nightstand and, a dresser. a uconn ncaa banner was pitched above the bed. my dorm-room was surprisingly quiet, the only sound being a small floor fans whirring.

the silence was interrupted was a quiet jingle from the door handle. the metal clicked and the door creaked open, and a tall brunette girl poked her head in. “hey niks. couldn’t sleep again?”

“how’d you know?” she spoke sarcastically, shrugging while she walked in. the door closed quietly behind her. sometimes when nika can’t sleep, she finds her way into my room. after what was probably the 20th time this happened, i gave her an extra key so i didn’t have to get up to let her in.

i scooted closer to the wall to make space as she stumbled her way over. nika lifted the covers up and slipped under them, instantly moving closer to me. she gave me a quick smile before rolling over, facing away. “thanks. for you know. this?”

“yeah… i don’t mind,” i traced little shapes on her back while we talked. i drew a dog and a house and two girl standing outside of it before she moved. nika sunk further into the bed, “i was kind of worried you would.”

“why would it bother me? its really nice when you’re here.” she giggled before turning back towards me, making eye contact in the dark. “do you really think i would give you a key if it bothered me?”

she had really nice eyes, and they were looking right in mine. and the way she talked was so perfect, “i guess i never thought about it that way.” she blinked and it broke me out if my trance, but i was pulled back in the second i could see them again. the chocolate brown swirled around, darker on the inside and lighter on the outside. it had such a sweet look to it and the colour highlighted her face.

nika sighed and then we just layed there in silence, but it wasn’t awkward. nothing needed to be said. the presence of each other being there was just enough.

but i had to break it. i don’t really know why. “are you sure your doing okay?”

she seemed taken aback, her eyes loosing the happiness they had seconds prior to my words. “i- why wouldn’t i be?” she was laying so close to me that i could feel her breath shaking while she spoke, a nervousness coating her expressions.

“niks, i’m just worried about your sleep and stuff. you come in here saying that you cant sleep more often then not,” she pulled the covers slightly closer, twisting the edge lightly with her fingers. “and theres nothing wrong with you coming in here, but is something keeping you up at night?”

“its not like its important or anything.”

“yes it is.”

even though she was laying down she still crossed her arms and gave me a you should be quiet look. “why?”

“because your important. and i care.” a strand of hair fell in front of her face and she blew at it to try and get rid of it, but it kept ended up right back in her face. frustration grew over her face. after she started mumbling swears at it, i tucked it behind her ear.

“why do you care?” she spat, calmness buried underneath her mean tone.

“i don’t know, why are you interrogating me now?”

“you know i didn’t come here for a heart to heart. i came here to sleep.”

“i guess we don’t always get what we want.”

she took in a deep breath, “i’ve been have these nightmares, where i cant do anything right. and coach gets mad at me, then the rest of the team follows,”

“and nobody will talk to me, because i keep messing the plays up. not even you will talk to me.”

“and it gets to the point where nobody will look at me, because they’re ashamed for me. or at me, i’m not really sure. and in the end, i just stop loving basketball.” her voice cracks with those last words and it breaks my heart. and as the tears she was holding back slowly make their way over her waterline and onto her face, i pull her into a hug.

her voice was all squeaky and wobbly, “i just don’t want to be a failure.” nikas face was pressed against my chest, a wet spot appearing on my t-shirt.

“no. look at me,”

nika peered up at me, eyes still glossy with tears. “you are not a failure. you never will be, okay? we all love you so much. i love you so much.”

“yeah.” she sniffled out. my hand held her head close the myself, playing with her hair. my other hand scratched her back, trailing under her shirt slightly.

she wiped her tears with her sleeve before cuddling back in, “your a good friend.” she mumbled into the crook of my neck, her lips brushing lightly over my skin as she spoke.

she was still there when i woke up, snoring lightly. her leg was thrown over me and her arms were still wrapped around my waist. nika was practically a koala, but i didn’t mind.

i was just glad she was there.

most if the time when she came in the night, we wouldn’t talk at all and she would be gone by the time i was awake. usually i was asleep when she got there too. sometimes i didn’t even know she was in my room until she mentions it sometime during the day.

i trusted her, entirely.

it didn’t matter to me if she came in and out throughout the night and the morning.

after awhile, we just stopped talking about it. if she was there, then cool. we didn’t need to have a conversation about why.

im not sure what was different about last night and this morning. but i liked it. i liked talking to her, and i liked having her with me.

she was a cute sleeper too. her messy hair still looked perfect. i could just lay there forever, it was peaceful. but we weren’t going to, because nika woke up. she yawned and stretched her arms up, nudging me in the face with one. “g’morning.”

she peeled herself off of me, smiling up. “good morning. whats the time?”

i shrugged, “i dunno.”

nika got out of the bed, grabbing my hands and pulling me up with her. she didn’t let go when she started to talk, “hey, I’m sorry about last night.”

i smiled at her, it was more of a sad smile though. my thumb traced over her hand, “don’t be. everybody needs somebody.”

she squeezed both of my hands before pulling me into a hug, pressing a quick kiss to the side of my head. “no, i- you said you loved me, and i didn’t say it back. so i’m sorry about that.”

“its fine.”

she spoke quietly, almost like a whisper, “i do love you too, by the way.” she smiled.

i held her face in my hands, “good.” i pressed a light kiss to her chin. “you better love me.”

god, her smile was perfect too. she giggled and smiled again. “ill see you at practice?”

“three hours mühl. trust me, ill be there.” she pulled me into a hug, patting my back.

she pulled away, heading towards the door. “bye bye!”

i walked into practice with my bag slung over my shoulder, barely awake.

i had fallen asleep again after nika had left, only waking up because paige barged into my room, woke me up by scaring me, then still made fun of my scream.

then she forced me to make her waffles, then complained that i had no butter. like…?

i held my head in my hands, rubbing my temples. “p be quiet, for one second please?”

“but-”

“paige. shh.” i took a sip of water and began walking towards the court, not realizing she was multiple steps behind me. at that point, it was too late.

she ran at me and jumped onto my back which sent up both onto the floor, laughing hysterically. i was curled into a ball holding my stomach because it was so funny it hurt. “paige, why?” i laughed out, hitting her over the head for payback.

“oh you did not”

she shot onto her feet and grabbed me, hoisting me onto my feet. i wiggled out of her grip and started to run away, laughing at her as she chased after.

i ran into a brunette girl, grabbing her shoulders in putting her between me and paige. “help! nika, help me please.”

“what did you do?”

i wheezed as i spoke because i was out if breath. “i-”

the blonde girl cut me off, “she hit me.”

“you practically tackled me!”

paige smirked before running around nika towards me, hitting me over the head. she laughed as she ran away, “paige! i’m done.” i spoke as i lied on the floor, staring up at the ceiling.

nika leaned above me, shaking her head while smiling, “get up,” she spoke, dragging out her words.

i groaned and rolled over onto my stomach, ignoring her.

her hands wrapped around my waist, trying to pull me onto my feet. “put me down. its colder on the floor.”

“no.”

once my feet were on the ground, i turned around to face her. i didn’t realize how close she was, because our faces were an inch apart. “not so bad up here, huh?”

“its horrible. i’m getting water.”

she snickered as i walked away, finding paige again. i walked over to the benches, grabbing my water from my bag.

“hm. look what the cat dragged in”

i turned to face the girl, “paige. what?” i sighed, “what are you talking about?”

“nevermind. i have a question.” the blonde sat down next to me, leaning to whisper into my ear, “what up with you and niks?”

“nothing! what?”

“you know what i mean,” she wiggled her eyebrows at me, “i mean she totally likes you.”

“first of all, shes just my friend and my teammate. second of all, this is very random.”

she stood up, putting her hands on her hips. “it would be cute.”

“i guess.”

paige made an explosion sound and motion with her hands. “so you admit to it?”

“fine, yes. shes cute.” the blonde pulled me into a hug and swayed back and forth. “ill make it happen.”

im shutting this idea down. “no, p. your doing nothing.”

“but-” i held a single finger to her lips, silencing her, “shhh.”

“please just let me! trust me it will go perfect.”

i closed my water bottle, placing it down next to me. i went to answer her but coach walked in, the rest of the ream following behind. “alright. lets get started! running laps! go!”

i was so sore. my legs felt like jello and everything hurt. i was laying on my bed on my stomach, scrolling on my phone. it was quiet, until nika came to my dorm again. she normally never came twice in a row, but i didn’t mind. “hey. whats up?”

“i need to talk to you.”

she was fiddling with her fingers and sweatshirts sleeves, a nervous expression pasted over her face. “i was talking to paige after practice today, and i-, uhm.”

“oh god.” i pulled my knees to my chest while sitting up in bed. breaking my eye contact with nika.

she closed the door and sat down in the beanbag chair in the corner of my room. “is it true?”

“yes,” i think i might kill paige. “niks, i don’t want things to to be weird.”

she stood up from the beanbag chair on the floor and walked over to the bed, sitting down next to me. “it wont be.”

“why, i thi-” i never got to finish my sentence.

nika grabbed the side of my face and placed her lips on mine, smiling into it. my hands made their way to her neck before she pulled away. “thats why.”

#wlw #wnba #nika mühl #uconn wbb #nika muhl x reader

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daydadahlias · 5 months

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what’s your hair look like?

Why are you going to try and steal it from me

#pigeon #anon #it’s auburn #so it’s like. a deep red #like in the sun it’s very clearly orange/red #but inside it’s darker so closer to brown #it’s ~wavy~#not curly. not straight. wavy #a nice movement to it #it’s a little below shoulder length rn I’m trying to grow it out #I always have curtain bangs but they’re v long rn #always rock the middle part #and yeah I think that’s about all I can say about it #I usually wear it down. with sunglasses to keep the ‘curtain bangs’ from getting in my eyes #youre never gonna see me without sunglasses in my hair it’s part of the bit #so you might as well consider the sunglasses as part of my hair #my hair is my favorite feature of myself actually :)

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voyeurmunson · 2 months

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18+ hoes

I just keep thinking about Eddie going through your nightstand and finding your collection of sex toys. The excitement on his face as he starts to pick up each one, examining them carefully. “This one has a tongue? Fuck… wait, what does this one do?” he grins as he presses a button, the vibrations of the toy loud enough to make you blush. “Oh shit..” Eddie mumbles, his hand reaching down to adjust himself in his dark jeans.

Your cheeks are burning as you him to stop being so damn nosy but he can help himself, his dick growing harder with every second as he imagines you pleasuring yourself with every one of them.

“Which one’s your favorite?” he rasps, walking closer with the vibrator still in his hand. It was one of your bigger toys. Your pussy throbbed just at the thought of Eddie using it on you.

“That one.” you whisper as he slowly makes his way onto the mattress.

“Yeah, baby? Why don’t you show me what you do with it?” he hums, his brown eyes dark with lust as he slips the toy into your palm. You nod softly, watching his face break out into a grin. “Give me a show, sweetheart.”

You spread your legs, revealing nothing but your panties underneath your oversized tee. A small wet spot already visible causing a low groan to come from Eddie’s chest. You slip your fingers into the tiny strings of your thong and pull the lace down to your ankles, kicking them off the bed with ease.

You switch the toy back on, placing the tip of the vibrator on your clit first, Eddie’s eyes immediately zone in on your pussy. Your body jolts slightly from the sensation. "You gonna touch yourself, baby?" you breathe, keeping your gaze on Eddie’s face. He trails his eyes back up your body, they seem even darker as they meet yours again.

He slowly reaches down unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down enough for his hard cock to spring free. You wanted more than anything to go fix that for him but Eddie had other plans. He wraps his fist around his cock, stroking slowly, your pussy getting even more wet at the sight.

"Put it in, princess." Eddie orders, his tone deep. You nod as you place the toy at your entrance. You gently slip it inside, moaning at the feeling of the vibrations deep inside.

"Does that feel good?" Eddie says, breathily. His hand still moving up and down his long cock as he keeps his eyes trained on you.

"Mmm... feels so good." you moan as you begin to move the toy in and out slowly, feeling your slick coat every inch of it.

"Faster, baby." Eddie demands and you speed up, thrusting the toy in and out at a quicker speed. Your hand runs across your breast as you close your eyes, focusing on the feeling of the toy moving in and out, faster and faster. Your moans grow louder with every thrust, the sounds of your soaked pussy making Eddie fuck his hand like a deprived man.

"There you go, baby. Harder." Eddie growls as you begin to fuck yourself as hard as you can.

"Mmm.. fuck." you whine as you feel yourself getting closer and closer.

"Fuck that pussy, baby. God, you're so fucking hot." Eddie groan, quickly stroking himself.

"Spread your legs.. mmm.. I wanna see everything." Eddie pants, his thick cock dripping precum as he pumps his fist up and down. You let your knees fall to the side as you quickly thrust the toy in and out. "I'm gonna... mmm.. sh-shit." Eddie stutters as his eyes flutter, his warm cum spilling out onto his fingers.

"Eddiee." you whimper loudly, just as he leans forward, taking over, pounding the toy in and out of your drenched pussy. Your back arches immediately as he fucks you roughly with the vibrator. "Yes! Fuck, baby!" you cry as he brings his hand to your clit rubbing quickly.

"You gonna cum, baby?" Eddie hums.

You glance down seeing the toy gliding in and out, Eddie's fingers still working your clit. Your toy already shining from your slick.

"Y-yes! I'm gonna cum, Eddie."

"Cum for me, sweet girl." he demands and you feel the immediate high from your release. Your pussy clenches around the toy as you moan Eddie's name. He leans forward, pressing his lips to yours as he slows down his movements.

You whimper into his kiss as your orgasm finally comes to an end. Eddie pulls his lips from yours and you smile up at him, your entire body tingling. "Holy shit." you whisper. Eddie chuckles as he kisses your lips once more. "Mm.. I love you baby." he says softly, sliding the toy out, before dragging his tongue along the silicone, tasting your cum.

#eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson blurb #Eddie Munson #eddie munson x fem!reader smut

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diaryofaprettyprincess · 5 months

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older!simon 'ghost' riley x inexperienced!girly!younger!reader where there's a size difference and u two finally have sex..

(pt 2 to this)

warnings: size difference (simon is 6'10 in this hehe reader is a good amount shorter and smaller than that), fem!reader, afab!reader, nicknames, penetrative sex, cowgirl sex position, p0rn without plot basically, some ddlg usage, reader calls simon 'daddy' a few times, talks of oral sex (fem receiving), age gap (about 10 years but READER IS LEGAL) , fluffy type of smut, dirty things beware >.<

note: this is more of a blurb n less of a full fic but hope u enjoy!! more stuff is comin out with simon n konig !! my requests r open so feel free to send any ideas there ALSO I KINDA HATE THIS BUT whatever<3

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your brain already was coaxed into a mush after your first orgasm where your boyfriend sucked and rubbed on your engorged button until you were squealing and seeing stars.

now, you sat on ghost's hardened cock, ur wet cunny dripping onto it which made his light pink tip twitch with hunger.

"remember, bunny," he had whispered as he moved your pliable body to your current position. "we'll just go slow, mkay?" his gruff voiced cause ur skin to prickle with goosebumps as you nodded, your mind not all there after your numbing climax.

u absent-mindedly rubbed ur sopping, hot cunt on his erect cock, bitting ur lower lip and closing your eyes. you accidentally tuned simon's words out--hyper fixating on the pulsing that pounded between the apex of your pudgy thighs.

your toes curled in your thigh-highs as you stabeled yourself on your boyfriend's large tattooed, scarred chest.

your hole clenched around nothing as your needy cunt dragged its swollen lips and engorged button on simon's length. you were so, so gone until--

"baby," ghost hissed gently, stilling your movement on him with his large hands. "'m talkin' to ya..did y' hear what i said?"

u whined softly, a quiet protest to him stopping you from pleasure.

he kissed your pouted lips, taking one of his hands off of you to wrap his inked, muscled bicep around your body as you replied back with a shy and squeaky, "..no.."

a deep rumble in his chest from his short chuckle made the blush on your face deepen.

"was just sayin' that if it gets ta be too much for ya we can try again later, mkay?" his voice was so incredibly gentle and soft that you weren't sure if you wanted to cry or cream (lol). instead, you sighed dreamily, chewing on the fat of your swollen lower lip as you admired him. the scar at the corner of his mouth that made his smile more prominant. his blonde hair that was almost a darker brown. the tattoos that inked his body. his plump, pink lips--dark eyes and strong jaw and nose. the stubble on his jaw. you absent-mindedly played with his hair (eyes almost in the shape of cartoon-hearts if it were possible), and you could feel the way he leaned into your hand abit as his fingertips gently ran along your spine, soothing your desperate trembling. you finally nodded to his question, your chest pressing against his tattooed and scarred one. god, he was so strong and warm. "mk daddy.." you whispered, and that was a tell-tale sign for simon that you were already gone. he smiled softly, gently squishing your cheeks to create a pout, inked hand--bringing your lips closer to his.

"gonna be gentle with ya, but you hafta trust me, okay bunny? love y' so much." he murmured against your lips, his own hunger for you growing to a dangerous rate as you kitten-licked inside of his mouth. you nodded, your voice high as you whispered a mushy little, "mk. trust you, si.. lub u too.." against his mouth.

simon made his way from your soft lips down to pepper light kisses on your collar bones as his large palms held your body so nicely.

he leaned back a bit, your lips attached to his as he held your hips; lifting your lower body up a bit as you grinded gently on him like a kitty in heat.

to allow himself to adjust his cock with your sloppy hole, he lifted your hips up a bit more, and in your floaty state you could not help but grind against nothing--desperate whines and mewls escaping your kiss-bruised lips. simon meanly chuckled, his cock throbbing as he instructed you to sit up a bit.

"daddy, 'm achey.." you sniffled, pouting. simon's left hand massaged your side as he stroked his cock three times before bringing you forward briefly to plant a kiss on your lips.

"i know sweet girl, gonna make ya feel better, m'okay?"

you nodded sitting up a bit so he could line his tip up with your messy cunt.

he rubbed his hand over your right nipple, squeezing the fat of your tit as your hands groped from his chest to his hand, to his tattooed forearm.

he could feel the heat coming off of your cunt, and he tried not to lose it and immediately pummel his cock into you.

you were just so delicate.

he would never want to hurt you.

"alrigh' slowly.." his voice sounded so soft and grumbly, it made you want to rub your button against him until you saw stars. but you had to focus.

you began to sink down, simon holding you up as you whined. a bulge already forming in your belly as you whimpered at the ungodly stretch.

your boyfriend sat up, taking your lips in his for sloppy kiss before you interrupted it with a small little squeak, "a-ah!" eyebrows pulled upwards as you cried. he kissed your lips slowly but hungrily--as if trying to eat you whole.

his big hands held your hips and waist, stopping you for a moment so you could take a breath.

"shh, slower, bunny, sink d-down slower," you began to sink down again, slower this time as you took all of him. "good girl, bunny. tight cunny takin' me s-so well.."

#ghost cod #simon riley #simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #coquette #simon riley x innocent!reader #older!simon riley x reader #older!simon riley #older!ghost #older!ghost x reader #girly!reader #inexperienced!reader #simon riley x inexperienced!reader

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ohimsummer · 4 months

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IT'S TOO COLD ft. BULLY! SUGURU

— minors dni, anal, closet sex, bully! suguru x fem! reader, dubcon, fingering (anal), creampie, fem! reader, begging, pet names (puppy, darling), ending is a little rushed :'DD

An icy breeze creeps through the cracks of your clothes, any inch of fabric careless enough not to shield you from cool winds. Your body lay way more unprotected than you were comfortable with, considering you were dressed for a brisk 70 degrees and not 15 degrees colder.

It’s appalling how the forecast could possibly be this inaccurate, but you’ve braved the weather so far, having no time to stop by your room for a jacket. Sure, the wind sent your little sundress fluttering and raised goosebumps on any bare patch of skin, but at least you weren’t late for any classes?

“You’re gonna catch a cold like that.”

At the sound of his voice, your feet fix themselves to the ground. You hadn’t even spotted him, too caught up in rushing to your final lecture and the comforting thought of a nice, warm nap after a day of classes.

You turn to watch Geto approach, clad in a dark sweater beneath a darker hooded coat, one he unzips as he draws nearer. He holds the garment out for you to take, amused at the doubt clouded over your expression.

“Come on, darling, you want my arm to get tired?,” he rushes you.

You cross arms over your chest, partially for warmth, partially in defiance, and unintentionally smushing your breasts up perfectly for Geto to get an eyeful, mumbling. “I don’t need your jacket.”

He raises a brow, eyes lingering on your shivering legs for less than innocent reasons, before flashing you his signature, calming grin. “Sure you don’t. Put it on, anyway.”

The subsequent pout of your bottom lip reminds him of Gojo. “But I d-“

“Now.” And you recognize the menacing look in his eyes, a forewarning to obey or else.

Without a word, you snatch the oversized jacket from him, slotting your arms through the spacious sleeves, and zipping it up to your chin. The length of it brushes your knees, and admittedly, you’re grateful for the extra coverage.

“There.,” as the collar of the jacket engulfs the lower half of your face. “Happy now?”

Geto pads even closer, chilly hands grazing your cheeks and ears to send a shiver up your spine, and pulls the hood over your head. He tugs at the strings to tighten it a little, brushing off complaints about your hair to make sure it fits snug.

“Perfect.,” he hums and pats the top of your head. “Though…”

A curious look plasters itself on your face as Geto tilts his head, gaze traveling from your head to toe, stopping again on the rest of your barren legs, and settling on your eyes. ‘C’mon’ he mutters with a hand around your wrist, essentially dragging you in the opposite direction.

“G-Geto!,” you quiet your protests to avoid judgmental stares. “I was g-, let go of me, I was going to class!”

He doesn’t break his gait, pulling you behind him to who-knows-where, your objections flowing straight over his head with the accompanying frigid gusts. Sounds of feet scuffing the ground as you fight against Geto’s steady strides, though to no avail as he slips you both into the campus’s art building. The halls are vacant, slightly less cold than outside, no noise except the loudening sound of drums and instruments as he guides you down a hall destined for trumpet players and the like.

You two arrive at an ordinary, brown door, a storage closet. Geto manhandles the knob, heaving it open with his shoulder against the wood, and gestures you inside. Glancing left and right and seeing no witnesses, you tiptoe inside, nerves worsening as Geto shuts the door behind you.

You mutter, “It’s dark in here.” And as if on cue, a dim, yellowish light fills the small room. Geto’s hand wraps around a dingy string tailing from a single lightbulb, before he walks forward to corner you against a tiny sink stuffed in the room.

“Wh-what are you–?,” croaks out, interrupted by him spinning you around to bend over the porcelain fixture.

“ ‘M warming you up.,” he replies, hands ducking beneath the jacket and your dress to glide up and down your thighs. “You felt pretty cold earlier, can’t let you walk around like that. I’ll help you out before sending you on your way.”

You crane your neck to look at him. Geto looks so much bigger cramped in this tiny janitor’s closet amidst forgotten cleaning supplies and gloomy concrete walls.

“Geto–“

“Suguru.,” he corrects.

You huff, brows furrowing at him, though his eyes are locked on the sight of your exposed panties from where he’s bundled both the jacket and your dress around your waist. “Suguru, I got a lecture to get to, and I’m running late–“

“Mhm.”

You clench at the sensation of something hard against your ass, rambling, “A–nd it’s important, we’re doing group–, group assignments–“

A loud ripping sound and your panties are gone, then the sound of spitting followed by a warm something dripping down the seam of your ass. “Tell me all about it, darling.”

Something prods at your puckered hole, and your lungs shrivel inside your ribcage. You choke out, “Su-Suguru, I really, really–,” a whine as his slick finger breaches your hole, “need to be in cla–ss!” He sinks knuckle-deep into the tight orifice, wriggling around before pumping a few shallow thrusts. Wetness builds between your legs, that knowing ache forming in your core as Geto stills the writhing of your hips with his other hand.

“Geto-!,” a corrective ‘smack’ that leaves a hot sting on your ass, yelping ‘oh!’ before you continue pleading. “Suguru, cut it out, I really can’t fail this class!”

“Of course you can’t.,” Geto says automatically, clearly not listening, too busy stuffing another finger in to prep your hole. His dick twitches as another glob of spit drops from his lips, soaking between his fingers as they stretch your little opening. He scissors them apart, earning a gasp from you, before retrieving them as Geto’s now decided you’re ready.

“Look at that, you feel warmer already.”, he laughs softly, hands tracing the expanse of your skin, trailing up your lower back to feel the new heat radiating off you.

Of course Geto’s right, his playtime with your hole has blossomed a scorching heat over your body, coated in a sheen of sweat, a blazing throb between your thighs. The mass of his chest weighs on your back, Geto’s hand moving over one of yours to lace your fingers together on the edge of the sink; wet sounds of him thrusting into his hand fill the room, and your asshole clenches when you feel something much larger breaching your inside.

“S-Suguru!,” you whine, clutching the smooth porcelain as his tip forces it’s way into your entrance. “O-oh fuck, wait!”

Geto ignores your pleas, already halfway in. Your neck tingles under the vibration of his groan, hot breath on your neck, and Geto makes himself at home amongst the tightness of your walls, you squeezing around his dick as he buries himself deeper. “Fuck. So tight, loosen up, darling.”

His leaking tip drags along your walls, and you both synchronize an unbroken moan when he finally bottoms out in you, flush against your ass. The fullness of it feels funny, but you don’t have time to dwell on it as Geto draws out, before slamming back inside and sending you careening forward. Choked whines echo amidst the small room, mingling with Geto’s low, animalistic grunts, and the occasional curse entwined with rasps of ‘feels so fucking good ’ and ‘god, you’re gonna snap my dick off’. He nibbles on your neck, sucks a dark bruise on the skin, a hand trailing down to balance your leg on the edge of the sink. You embed teeth into your fist, suddenly fearful of passerby overhearing your activities, though it in turn prompts Geto to force a deeper arch in your back, your ass rippling as he ruts into your behind.

Your needy pussy clenches around nothing, clit aching for some kind of stimulation but both of your hands are busy. “Suguru–! O-oh god, please!”

Geto tightens his grip, further entangling your fingers, leaning to press you down some more. “Please what? You want me to touch you?”

You nod with a whine, earning a hard thrust before mewling out, “Yes, yes!”

Geto hums in thought, lips brushing behind your shoulder, and pants ,” Well?” and when he notices the knit of your brows. “Start begging then.”

“But–“

“Ah, ah, I’m waiting.” And he presses a rough kiss to your cheek. The hand on your hip creeps ever closer to your core, tracing over the crease of your thighs but not daring to go any further. A babble of pleas fall off your tongue, tears threatening to slip down your cheeks as your pussy yearns for some kind of stimulation.

“I’m being such a good g-girl for you, Sugu, your good pup–py.”

Aw, aren’t you cute, pulling out the little nickname you’d angrily sworn at them to never use. ‘Why would I ever use that, I don’t even like you.’ Suguru licks up your jawline, smothering your neck in another layer of sloppy kisses. You pull your drool-soaked fist from your mouth, lips quivering. Geto looks through lustful eyes to meet your needy, wide-eyed gaze, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips at your subtle pout.

"Pretty please, Suguru, I really want it...", you whine.

You're such a sight for sore eyes, Geto thinks, tongue darting over his lips as he finally dips a finger between your folds. He's immediately met with your cry, watching your head fall as he massages the swollen nub under his middle finger, basking in the desperate mewls of his name that leave you.

"I wanna cum with you, Sugu, please, please, feels so, s-so good..”

Geto's smile widens. "Yeah?” You nod eagerly. “Ask politely, like a good puppy, and I’ll let you."

His fingers plunge deep into your spasming hole, leaking juices down to his wrist, the rough thrusts of his cock leaving words to catch in your throat. Your release is just around the corner, and it's a struggle to hold back the way Geto is pounding into you, with his thumb still pressing circles into your clit.

"May I please cum with you, Sugu, please, please, please?", you whimper into the back of your hand.

A short silence follows. Geto's way of toying with you further. The way you squeeze around his fingers and dick make it evident you're close, but he just wants to see. Is his puppy really gonna go ahead and cum without his say so?

"Please–!" It's taking all your strength, and you don't know how much longer you can hold out. "Suguru, fuck, I-I might–“

And his answer feels like a blessing in your ears. "Go ahead, darling. Cum with me."

You let out a broken, choked moan, trembling in Geto's hands as your orgasm sends you over the edge. He thinks you just might actually cut off his dick the way you contract around him, groaning against your neck as he releases thick strings of cum into your entrance. Geto spreads your ass cheeks wide as he pulls out. Globs of his cum dribble out your tight hole, trailing down to mix with the cum leaking from your cunt. If not for Suguru holding you up, surely you would have collapsed on the floor, legs weak and useless in keeping you upright. Geto gives your ass a little smack, before readjusting your dress and his jacket to make you look a little more decent.

"There, all done.," he says. "Want me to walk you to class, now?"

You roll your eyes, shivering and gulping in air. Of course he’s wants to be funny with his cum running down your legs. Between shaky breaths, you rasp, "It's too–, far too late for that."

tagz: @anthoosies today i offer u bully suguru, tomorrow….who knowz

#suguru geto smut #suguru geto x reader #geto suguru x reader smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader smut #bully!suguru #geto x reader smut #suguru x reader #suguru x reader smut

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yanderecrazysie · 4 months

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Twisted Zoo (Prologue)

Summary: You’re a brand new zookeeper at The Halfling Zoo- a place where half-animals live in captivity. Your job is simple- feed them and study them. Your main worry is that one of the more dangerous halflings might kill you.

Unfortunately, that may become the least of your worries.

WARNINGS: none for now

Note: This is based on the stories of a keeper reader with the octotrio by @ashensgrotto and @merakiui except I decided to take it a step further and include all the dorms. I know that a lot of these animals don’t fit them perfectly, but I did the best I could. I left out Ortho because he has no age and he looks really young so… no.

All characters are aged up, since there will be mature themes in future parts.

Also, I can’t promise I’ll finish this. I suck at finishing stories.

Chapter One here

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“Pleased to meet you Mr. Crowley.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Ms. (Y/n)!”

You smiled up at your new boss, taking in his eccentric appearance- everything from his crow feather-lined cape, to his sparkling suit, to his top hat, and to the black bird mask that covered half his face.

That name suits him.

“Now, you’re mainly a researcher, but you will also be assisting with some of the general chores, such as feeding the animals,” Mr. Crowley explained what you already knew.

“That’s alright,” you said, smiling brightly, “That will allow me to observe even more of their behaviors.”

You were fresh out of college and ready to face The Halfling Zoo. There was plenty of debate whether it was okay to treat half-humans as animals and keep them in a zoo, but it was convenient for you. You didn’t have to travel the world to attempt to study animals from afar through a camera lens.

“You will be supervising the lion and hyena exhibit, the wolf exhibit, the panther and tiger exhibit, the bird exhibits, the reptile house, and the aquarium,” Mr. Crowley explained.

“Wait, did you mean to say the lions and hyenas are together? And the panthers and tigers? Or did I misunderstand?” you asked, confused.

“They are bonded groups, so it would be wrong to separate them,” Crowley explained, “Halflings don’t always act like their animal counterparts.”

You nodded, cursing yourself internally. You had learned that on your first day at college! How could I be so stupid to forget about the bonds different Halfling species make?

“Follow me,” Mr. Crowley’s voice broke through your thoughts, “I’ll show you around.”

The two of you left the cramped office in the main staff building and headed out onto the guests’ paths. You could see a few families walking by- less than usual, since it was nearing closing time. It felt as though the sky was growing darker by the minute as the sun made its way down the horizon, beautiful orange and pink clouds lighting its path.

You almost immediately arrived at the lion and hyena exhibit. It was a huge enclosure, the terrain so detailed that you felt as though you had stepped straight into an African savannah. In fact, you could even feel the heat emanating from the ground itself.

“We keep it as hot as their home naturally is,” Mr. Crowley explained, reading your thoughts, “They’re happy here- it’s home with no need to hunt to survive.”

You nodded, but inside you wondered if that was really true or not. Were they really happier in a giant cage on display for humans than they were in Africa? You couldn’t imagine feeling that way.

Mr. Crowley pointed out a big rock where a pride of lions had gathered, “On top of that rock is the top dog- er, cat, I mean. The king of the jungle.”

Upon closer inspection, and a lot more eye strain, you could make out a figure lying on the top of the large rock. It was a Lion Halfling, with tan skin and thick, dark mane of brown hair that fell to his shoulders, except for the braids in front of his face, which were even longer. You could just make out the lion’s ears on top of his head and the lion’s tail draped over the rock’s side.

“And those are the hyenas,” Mr. Crowley supplied, pointing to the edge of the enclosure, “They’re used to aggressive females, so the males might be a little jumpy around you.”

You remembered reading about that in school, but it was amazing to see all the Halflings in person. You couldn’t help but feel excited to study them up close. Imagine if you made a big discovery that no one else had ever discovered about Halflings! After all, there were a lot of unknowns about them.

“Onto the wolf exhibit!” Mr. Crowley said in a sing-song voice.

The enclosure was right across the way from the lions and hyenas, but it had a completely different feel. The air was cooler when you walked up to the giant forest. Through the trees, it was difficult to actually see any wolf halflings. You thought you saw a flash of white, but it was too quick to tell.

“Yes, well, this exhibit is pretty quiet during the day,” the zoo director said awkwardly, “They’ll be out tonight, howling at the moon and whatnot.”

“Wolves don’t actually howl at the moon,” you helpfully supplied, “They howl to communicate with other wolves.”

Mr. Crowley stared at you for a moment and you wondered if you had annoyed him, until he grinned widely, “Such a knowledgeable new researcher!”

You smiled at the compliment, a little embarrassed as the two of you headed for the panther and tiger exhibit. You were surprised to see it alive with Halflings, all of them staring back at the two of you with narrowed eyes.

“There’s two black panthers,” Mr. Crowley pointed them out, “and two albino tigers. The four of them are as thick as thieves.”

You cautiously waved at them, but they merely turned away and disappeared into the jungle enclosure. You wondered if they were somehow curious to see you, or if they always did this to guests.

“Next, the bird exhibits!” Mr. Crowley led the way to the aviary. He pointed out Halflings left and right in the closely-packed enclosures, “A parrot, three albino peacocks, two flamingos, an owl, and a raven. You’ll get to know them well, since they’re mostly all very friendly. Except the peacocks are a little cocky.”

You giggled a little and waved to all the birds. It was a futile effort, because, save for the owl halfling, they were all fast asleep. The owl halfling stayed on his perch, wings tucked around his body, his bespectacled face scrutinizing you. Not in a rude way, just sort of deciding what you were.

You followed Mr. Crowley into a heated building with a glass wall on one side. You peered through the glass wall and immediately spotted the Boa Constrictor Halfling lying against the wall. Human until the torso, which then winded into a snake tail.

“Don’t be fooled!” Mr. Crowley said, “There is more than one snake in that exhibit. See if you can spot it.”

You looked at every angle, struggling to spot anything different. Then, a part of the sand moved and two gray eyes glared back at you.

“A Viper Halfling, right?” you said in awe, “Aren’t those venomous?”

“Ah, yes, well,” Mr. Crowley stuttered a little, “Don’t get bitten.”

You stared at him for a moment before it sunk in. All of these animals, except the birds, were extremely dangerous! And you were going to go into their enclosures to study and feed them? Were you insane?

You pushed down the panic and took a deep breath. This is what you signed up for. You probably already waived all your rights away anyway. You hadn’t looked at the fine print of your contracts, of course.

You noticed another tank on the other side of the room and walked up to it. You couldn’t see anything inside this one, but Mr. Crowley was quick to explain, “There’s a salamander in this one. A beautiful electric blue, but extremely shy.”

You peered inside, trying to catch a glance of blue, but you couldn’t see a thing.

“Lastly, the aquarium,” Mr. Crowley clapped his hands together, as though to bring you back to reality.

The aquarium was a huge glass tank where visitors could go down the stairs and see inside. The two of you walked by it, and saw very little signs of life.

“You’ll probably see the eel twins a bit. They’re a little shy at first, but Floyd is pretty playful. The octopus, on the other hand, rarely leaves his cave. He’ll venture out to eat, but that’s about it. We should have made that damn thing see-through, but it’s too late now.”

You were glad it was a normal cave, and not transparent like the glass. The Octopus Halfling probably felt safe inside it. It wouldn’t be fair to rob him of that simple pleasure.

“That’s the end of your tour, young lady,” Mr. Crowley said cheerfully, “You start bright and early tomorrow, have a long lunch break, then leave late at night. Are you sure you’re ready to do this?”

He looked down at you with a hint of nervousness, as though he expected you to say “no”. But you were determined and excited to explore what your classes had trained you for. Real life application.

“I’m ready!”

Note: So, some of the animals are obvious, but I’m wondering what you all think the others are?

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland

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woewriting · 3 months

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wednesday addams is good at everything.

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The sun was setting in the distant horizon, the orangish color painting the sky, the dim lights automatically turning on as the room became darker, all you could see was the silhouette of the girl sat in her chair, rapidly typing on her writing machine. Watching Wednesday work on her novel always left you mesmerized, she wasn’t allowed to make a single mistake as the antique machine didn’t have an erase button and the writer refused to stain the paper. She was brilliant.

“You’re good at fencing, botany, writing, and I’m sure you’re great at killing people too, but…” You stop, unsure if you should proceed with your, stupidly and terribly planned, plan.

“But?”

“But I doubt that you’re good at kissing.”

Wednesday’s hand stopped typing as she turned her face to the right, her side profile illuminated by the fairy lights that, somehow, you convinced her to hang over her working desk. The perfectly drawn nose, the plump lips, and God, her jawline! So sharp that you’ve always wanted to run your finger over the bone to see if it would cut.

The girl kept her eyes on the wall, her brain working in what her next step to this, obvious, teasing should be. You could almost see the engines twisting inside her skull.

The moment she stood up, her eyes were fixed on your face, jaw tensed up, hands in fists. It was like she was ready to throw a punch at you, it wouldn’t be the first time… but when she took a step closer and you closed your eyes, waiting for the collision, her fingers pulled you by the collar of your shirt until you felt her hot breath against your lips.

“I’m good at everything.” Her voice was serious.

Tilting your chin up, a small smirk tugged the corner of your lips. Eyes slowly opening, meeting hers.

“Why don’t you prove me wrong then, Addams?”

Wednesday loosened the grip on your shirt, the stretched fabric showing your collarbones, a few moles adorning the skin. For a second, in an intrusive thought, the brunette wanted to count each one that covered your body. She had seen a few whenever you wore sleeveless shirts or shorts, they decorated your skin like stars in the night sky, but there was one she had never seen before and, now, got her full attention and became her favorite, a small mole near the vale of your breasts.

She wanted to touch, her hand reaching down to invade the ruined fabric in a curious act, but she stopped midway when she felt the deep breath you took, she could see goosebumps all over your chest with the sudden proximity. You had been next to each other before, but not like this. Not with her eyes peeking through your shirt, her plump lips taking all your attention, so close to yours.

Wednesday was so kissable, and she didn’t even know that.

Not with her hands on your neck as she looked up, big brown eyes staring at your soul. She took a deep breath, swallowing the air to her lungs almost as if it was hurting. And when she closed the gap between you two in a bruising kiss, it felt like a burning knife pierced her throat.

Her nails dug the back of your neck, her teeth biting your lower lip. You knew Wednesday wasn’t gentle, but this was a whole new level. Wrapping your hands on her thin waist, you finally pulled her impossibly closer.

Her tongue licked yours deliciously before sucking hard on it, a struggled sound escaping you, a small string of saliva connecting your lips before she kissed you again, the ragged, unsteady breathing making your lungs burn, begging for air. Pulling back, your chest rose and fell aggressively, your lips lingering over hers, almost touching, uneven breathing colliding with your face.

Before you could kiss her again, her hand pressed down to your chest, pushing you away. Your knees buckled against the bed frame, and you awkwardly fell onto the mattress.

Wednesday was blushed, eyes half open and red, swollen lips. She looked like a mess, and you’re sure you look even worse, you could feel the burning feeling on every centimeter of your body, your hair all over your face.

“Good enough for you?”

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whaleofatjme1920 · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 3: Dacryphilia

Dacryphilia - Tim Wright X GN!AFAB!Reader

Warnings: slightly rough sex, mentions of breeding, biting, y'know, standard stuff.

AN: i've been busy pt. 2.

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Reblogs are appreciated!

"Look at you," Tim's low voice growled as he watched the tip of his cock spread your lips open. He was so thick and girthy, veiny in all the right places and oh so delightfully warm. Your eyes follow his happy trail down, just a bit darker than the other hair that covers his broad chest and his thighs and such, to the part of him that you crave to be buried inside of you. You love his body, how he molds against you. And even though he's just been touching you, you're still wishing to relearn how he feels against you.

He'd been fucking you like this for the better half of the day. His huge cock had been pounding into you all day. Your face was stained with trails of tears, each telling a different story if you walked their path. Tim had seemed nearly too ruthless with the way he loved you, and yes, this was a form of love from him.

Every now and then, Tim would absolutely let go and rut into you like he was a man starved with nothing on his mind but filling you to the brim. And this here, this was one of those moments.

Tim watched your eyes widen as he held your hips. "You gonna scream for me, baby?" He asked with a cackle as he shoved his cock deep, deep inside of you. His dark eyes sparkled with excitement as you arched your back and felt hot tears well in your eyes from how overstimulated you were.

"Awh, wipe them away for me, baby," he purred as he rut into you. Tim wasted no time to pound into you, the snap of his hips filling the sound of the room. He reveled in the music that was your moans while you grasped at the sheets tirelessly, marking them with your nails.

"Tim-" you whined as you rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand. It was useless, more tears pearled in your eyes from how he seemed to have little regard for tempering how quick and hard he was stroking. "Oh, oh Tim-" you sobbed as more tears fell down your cheeks, forming little waterfalls.

The brown haired man chuckled softly as his lips danced lavishly along your heated form. He ran one of his fingers down your thigh to where the two of you were connected. Roughly, he thumbed your clit and pushed with every rough thrust of his. He watched parts of your body bounce as he dug deeper into you. You could feel his balls press against your ass. "Tim are you gonna-"

"If you're not bred by the end of this I'm gonna be pissed," he hummed before thrusting just a little slower. He listened to the smack of skin on skin and your breathy, wanton moans. He's filled you up so much with his releases already. Gods, how many loads have you taken already? Still, your body wants it even more. You need him, need him to fill you completely.

"You look so pretty like this," he panted while he dug his teeth into your neck, biting as he grew closer and closer to his release. He briefly panned his gaze upwards before seeing those crystalline drops form in your eyes again. "So, so fuckin' pretty."

#minors dni #tim wright x reader #masky x reader #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #marble hornets x reader #masky x you #masky x y/n

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rebelfell · 6 months

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last little dregs of turkey day semi-filth to combat being back at work. 🦃🍂 cw: food play 18+ MDNI

The loud hiss of the whipped cream can next to your ear made you jump, as did the wet heat of a tongue sliding across the nape of your neck.

“Eddie!”

You yelped in surprise and almost pulled away on instinct, but his arm wrapped around your waist to hold you fast. His whole body shook against your back as he chuckled at your reaction, the bulge in his slacks grinding against your ass through your short black skirt.

He’d been, ahem, a little riled up all day.

There was something about the house full of people—him having to be good, to behave when all he could think about while you were mashing potatoes was bending you over the counter and railing you—that made him fucking feral.

Thanksgiving was kind of a filthy holiday, anyhow. All that talk about legs and breasts? Gravy? Dark meat? Pie filling? Stuffing? Combine that with the way you’d teased him non-stop—catching his eye as you took little tastes of dishes and sucked your fingers fully in your mouth as you stared straight at him while your dad’s back was turned.

He was only a man, for chrissake.

And now you were finally all alone, maybe halfway through cleaning up, the two of you giggly and tipsy from your long day sipping on Crown, most (but certainly not all) of the alcohol soaked up by the absurd amount of food you’d made. So when you asked how much whipped topping was left in the can—trying to decide if it was worth keeping or tossing—he couldn’t resist.

Hand anchored at your belly button with your apron in his strong grasp, he whirled you around to face him. Brown eyes darker than the thick, rich gravy still sitting on the stove threatened to swallow you whole. They roved the bare expanse of your chest revealed by the low neckline of the cranberry red sweater he begged you to wear, even though you thought it was too revealing.

The black lace of the camisole beneath it peeked out from under the soft cashmere and Eddie’s eyes narrowed as he shook the can at his side. It hissed again as he traced the top curve of your breast with a line of cream and then buried his face in the valley between them to lick it up.

You moaned at the slippery feel of his tongue and giggled as he brought his face close to yours, little smears of white clinging to the tip of his nose and the apples of his cheeks. He tugged you closer for a kiss and you could taste the film of sweetness that now coated his mouth and chin.

“You’re a mess,” you told him, smiling between his sticky kisses.

“Maybe so,” he smirked back. “But you love cleaning me up.”

He placed the can down and pushed his hips forward, pinning you against the cabinetry. His fingers curled around the waistbands of your skirt and panties and he yanked them down so the only thing shielding your bare pussy was your apron, still splattered with stains of the day.

His hands ran up, up, up the backs of your legs, gripping you firmly beneath your ass to haul you up and plop you down on the counter. The cold granite on your hot skin made you squirm with anticipation, panting as you waited.

He flipped your apron up and pushed it aside like a curtain, draping it over your hip and wondering if you even realized he’d been half-hard since you tied it around your waist earlier that day. Your skin vibrated under his touch, his hands running over your thighs, fingers gripping at your flesh like the dough he’d watched you knead for dinner rolls.

“Ed…” you whined, scooting closer to the edge of the counter. “I need you. Please?”

Eddie’s eyes glinted with mischief, his gaze flickering over your glistening core. It seemed all your teasing might have backfired—riling yourself up just as much as you did him, if not more. He chuckled, fingers reaching again for that blasted can. He shook it, gaze never leaving yours as he drew two matching lines from the insides of your knees to the creases of your thighs.

“In a minute, baby,” he teased, low and mean, the tip of his tongue darting out to lick at the start of one of his lines. “Gotta use up the rest first.”

yeah this is what happened to the last of my can...definitely didn't shotgun it in front of my open fridge like a monster…

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson smut #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fic

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jessamine-rose · 10 months

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Yooo, I'm still thinking of your Miguel O'Hara fic and I like how you wrote his little yandere-isms. Like him having every little detail about you, your habits, and personality quirks being noted down aside from the rest of his possessiveness is just something that gets me feeling a certain way haha.

I am a bit curious though, (if you're okay with answering this, no pressure haha) what does the rest of Miguel's Darling List look like? Or at the very least, what was the first thing he wrote down on it?

Read my Yandere! Miguel O’Hara fic here <3

With his CCTVs and observation skills, Miguel would have a long list of unethically-sourced information on his Variant! Darling. Here are more items from his private files~

Tw:: yandere, stalking, obsessive behavior

FILE NAME: ______ (EARTH-███)

— CLASSIFIED INFORMATION —

1. ______ wears the same brand of perfume.

2. Speech patterns: Softer voice, less outspoken, code-switches more often.

3. Personal style is nicer more fashionable. Same favorite colors but in darker shades.

12. Phone passcode: Date of rescue.

13. ______’s cooking tastes better. Less sugar, more spices.

20. Less fidgety in her sleep. Follows a strict morning routine.

“Does her room need that many CCTVs?” asked LYLA.

Ignoring her, Miguel switched to a different screen for a closer look at your sleeping face.

44. More competent at office work, but also more prone to anxiety and stress.

“LYLA, can you go online and order a stress ball? Buy the type which she used.”

56. Among her coworkers, ______ is closest to her dimension’s Spider-Man. He provides her with updates and inside jokes.

Shortly after No#56 was recorded, the aforementioned Spider-Man was given more assignments outside of Earth-928. The reasons were not disclosed by Miguel.

81. ______ should be kept away from Hobie Brown at all costs.

LYLA raised an eyebrow at the next sentence. “Are you seriously calling Spider-Punk a ‘bad influence’ and a ‘distraction from work’? Sounds more like jealousy to me.”

108. Peter B. Parker asked ______ to hold Mayday. She is awkward with kids. (Was her Variant the same before Gabriella? If that’s the case, she’ll warm up to them eventually.)

♡

Thank you so much for your sweet comments, and the idea, Anon dear!! Everyone’s feedback has made my day, and I hope that more ppl will cry over enjoy The Spider and the Fly >:3

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prettyboyeddiemunson · 5 months

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Eddie stumbling upon you getting yourself off and he just props himself in the doorway, watching, “don’t stop in my account baby.” 👀

he so would do this 😩😩

like just imagine him grinning, all smug, standing there watching you. he’s eying you ravenously, visibly getting hard in his pants. you’re still slightly embarrassed due to getting caught, but seeing him grinning? the bulge forming in the front of his dark jeans? the way he’s leaning comfortably against your door frame? it spurs you to keep going.

“that’s my good fucking girl,” he breathes. “keep going for me.”

you switch it up, incorporating some pillow humping into the mix. he really likes that, apparently, because he starts to palm himself as he watches you. you can hear him moaning from the doorway, and you look over at him to watch him, too. soon, it’s not enough; you need him to be the one to touch you instead.

“eddie, i need you,” you whine.

“after you get off,” he says. “i wanna see how you do it, baby. give me a view of that pretty wet pussy again.”

you spread your legs again, fingering yourself deeply. he tugs his erection out of his pants, jerking himself as you fuck yourself on your fingers. his breath comes in moans, panting as he watches you add another finger. you grind against your palm, and eddie moves closer to you. he runs his hands over your breasts, pinching the nipples between his fingers as he takes the hand between your legs. he holds it against you, your fingers deep inside, a smirk growing on his lips.

“keep going for me,” he says, kneading your breasts in his large, ringed hands. “here, let me show you how.”

he guides your hand quickly, so that you’re forced to fuck yourself rapidly on your fingers. you keep going at the pace he sets, mewling as he starts jerking off next to you. his cock gleams with precum, his hand moving swiftly over his thick shaft. you’re prompted to go faster, harder, and then he’s helping you. his thumb swipes over your clit, leaning down to suck one of your nipples as you keep going. it doesn’t take long for you to cum, and then he’s immediately pulling you to the edge of your bed. he kneels, hooking your legs over his shoulders as he kisses up your inner thighs. he’s slow, teasing, his dark brown eyes darker with lust as he watches you.

“gonna clean you up, baby,” he breathes. “do you want that?”

all you can do is nod.

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson s

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beautification-tales · 2 months

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The Lesson

A prequel to “The Video”

April sat cross-legged on her bed, the flickering light from her computer casting eerie shadows across the walls. The serum she had perfected was in a small vial on her desk, its contents swirling lazily as if it were alive. Her heart raced with excitement and anticipation, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached out to touch the vial. This was it, the moment she had been working towards for months. The moment she would finally find out if her serum worked as she hoped it would.

She took a deep breath, steadying her nerves before unscrewing the cap of the vial. The sharp smell of chemicals filled her nose, making her eyes water slightly. Carefully, she drew a small amount of the serum into the syringe and brought the needle close to her skin. “Here we go” she whispered to herself, summoning all the courage she could muster. She plunged the needle into her arm, feeling the cool liquid seep into her veins.

For a moment, nothing happened. April sat there, breath held, waiting for something, anything to change. But the seconds ticked by, and her heart continued to beat at its steady rhythm. She glanced down at her arm, expecting to see some sort of transformation, but it looked exactly the same as before. She ran to the bathroom as she looked in the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her, unchanged. Her heart sank as she realized that the serum hadn't worked. She had failed.

“Argh you’re such a loser April. You never get anything right.” Her inner critic was relentless, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of despair. But as she stood there, staring at herself in the mirror, she noticed something strange. The color of her eyes seemed different. Not lighter or darker, but...richer. Like they had always held that depth but had been obscured before. She stepped closer, studying her reflection intently.

“Yes! It’s working! I’m a genius. Dr. Brown is going to be so impressed.” April’s brown hair turned platinum as she imagined telling her favorite Professor of her success. He would smile and kiss her before pushing her against a wall and fuck her.

April frowned at the idea and shook her head trying to remove the image from her mind. The more she tried to think of something else the more vivid the images became. April’s body responded to the thoughts as she bit her lip. “W..wait no this is wrong. Ungh get out of my head!”

The images stopped for a moment as a voice whispered in her head. “But it’s what you want and now you can have it.” April could feel herself get wet as her nipples hardened poking through her shirt. “No, stop it. I just wanted his respect… and his cock.” April covered her mouth in shock at how sultry the last statement sounded. It was not her voice. The voice in her head grew louder. “Stop fighting this there’s nothing holding you back. You don’t have to be that pathetic nerd. You can be more! You can feel more” April’s hand moved like it had a life of its own rubbing her jeans as her hips gyrated.

“Mmm what am I? What am I doing? Feels so good” April’s eyes fluttered as she lost control feeling woozy. April’s vision corrected as she no longer needed her glasses as her vision became blurry behind the thick lenses. April in a trance opened her jeans as she plunged her fingers deeply inside her. She felt hot as she gasped and heard the voice again. “Dr. Brown is going to love the new you. He won’t be able to resist.” April’s fingers picked up speed as her flat butt ballooned in her jeans. Her flesh dug into the denim as her thighs got thicker and her hips widened.

April’s moans became throaty and sexier as her face shifted. Cheekbones rose, her nose softened, and her lips plumped. April arched her back as the changes began to reach their end. “I’m gonna, I’m gonna…” April’s breast grew bigger as they began to make her t shirt rip down the middle. The sound of ripping and moans echoed in her apartment as her niples hardened into two perfect pebbles. “I’m gonna Hhhhahh!” She grunted as the orgasm rocked throughout her body. She felt energized as she got up and looked at herself in the mirror. “I’m gonna fuck my professor mmmm fuck! It feels so good to say it out loud.”

April walked over to her desk and grabbed the note she had written to Dr. Brown. She crumpled it up and tossed it in the trash can. She smiled seductively as she put on her new outfit. A black bra and panties set that perfectly accentuated her new curves. She ran her hands over her body, feeling the smooth skin and the weight of her breasts in her hands. She finished getting dressed in the least modest outfit she owned.

With a confident swagger, April left her apartment and made her way to the university. She couldn't help but feel a sense of power and desire coursing through her veins. Every step she took was a reminder of the changes she had undergone. Her hips swayed subtly, her breasts bounced with each step, and her new scent filled the air around her.

When she arrived at Dr. Brown's office, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous, but also incredibly aroused. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door, her heart racing in anticipation. The door opened, revealing Dr. Brown's familiar face, but she barely registered it as her gaze was drawn to his own obvious arousal. Dustin had seen beautiful students before but the way the pencil skirt and blouse hugged her skin. It was almost as the clothes were too small but still looked so good.

“Ahem yes! May I help you… Miss?” Dustin Brown said, his voice slightly shaky. He cleared his throat and tried to maintain his composure as he took in the sight of the stunning woman standing before him. Her eyes were locked on him, her expression a mix of confidence and desire that was both unsettling and intoxicating.

April smiled seductively, walking into the office. She closed the door behind her, effectively shutting out the rest of the world. "Dr. Brown, I wanted to speak with you about my latest paper." Her voice was soft and sultry, barely above a whisper. It sent shivers down his spine. "But I think there's something else we should discuss first." She stepped closer, her hips swaying as she moved.

Dustin Brown felt himself growing harder as she approached. He couldn't take his eyes off her. "Miss... I'm sorry, but I don’t recall seeing you in any of my classes." He tried to sound firm, but his voice betrayed him. It came out as a whisper, barely audible.

April laughed softly, shaking her head. "No, I'm not one of your students, Dr. Brown. I'm Pepper. I am a biologist with my research focusing on one thing." She moved even closer, until she was just inches away from him. Dustin could feel the heat emanating from her body, could smell the sweet scent of her perfume. His control was slipping fast.

"What... what is your focus ?" He managed to stammer. His heart was racing, his mind reeling from the sensual onslaught. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

Pepper smiled, running her hands up his chest, stopping just above his shoulders. "My focus, Dr. Brown, is on transformation. On changing. On becoming something new and exciting." Her fingers danced along his shoulders, sending shivers down his spine. "And I've been wanting to change you for quite some time now." She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "I want to make you into something that's been aching to get out of you."

Dustin's breath hitched as he felt her body against his, her breasts pressing into his chest. His hands moved to her hips, pulling her even closer. "What do you mean?" he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

She smiled, her lips curving into a wicked grin. "Oh, Dr. Brown, you know exactly what I mean." She stepped back placing a hand on his crotch. "I've been watching you, you know. Seeing the way you look at your students, the way you fantasize about them." Her hand moved, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, revealing the defined muscles of his chest. "I want to give you what you've been wanting.. it’s time for you to be bad.”

As she spoke, her fingers moved with a practiced ease, undoing his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. His skin gleamed in the soft light of the office, and she felt her mouth water. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she reached around, unfastening his slacks. "You're such a good boy, Dr. Brown. But I'm going to make you naughty." Her breath fanned across his neck, sending shivers down his spine.

With practiced efficiency, she stripped him bare, revealing his hardened length. She took him in her hand, stroking him gently, feeling the heat and strength of him in her palm. "You've been holding yourself back… it’s time to let it all go." Her words sent a thrill of excitement through him.

Dustin felt himself growing even harder as she continued to stroke him, her touch both gentle and possessive. He could feel the blood rushing to his groin, his breath coming faster and faster. "P-Pepper," he stammered, his voice barely audible.

She looked up at him, her eyes dark and smoldering. "That's right, Dustin. I’m your dreams come true. A bad girl who just wants your cock." She leaned forward, taking his aching length into her mouth. Her lips were soft and warm, and she began to bob her head, sucking him deeper. He cried out, his hips bucking forward as he lost control.

Her head went up and down vigorously as she sucked. Her tongue and lips wrapped around his member expertly as Dustin’s head tilted back. His hands found their way into her hair, gripping tightly. He could feel the heat from her mouth and the softness of her lips as they slid up and down his length. He arched his back, pressing deeper into her mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, and he knew he was close.

"That's it, Dustin. Let go. Let me take you there." She whispered, her breath hot against his skin. He could feel his control slipping further and further away as she continued to suck him, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony. His hips bucked wildly, his body tensed, and he cried out her name as he came, spurting hot cum into her mouth.

She took him all the way, swallowing every last drop, before pulling back to look up at him. His chest heaved, his eyes closed tightly as he tried to catch his breath. "That's it, Dustin. You're such a good teacher, but I'm going to help you be bad. Really bad." She smiled, running her fingers along his still-hard length. "I think you're going to like it."

#beautification #transformation #breast expansion #f2f transformation #origin stories #ass expansion #slutification #beauty is power

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gyusbambi · 9 months

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towels; choi beomgyu

genre: beomgyu x reader, fluff, tiny angst, this is kinda like a part 2 / epilogue to band-aids

”beomgyu?“

there he stands on your doorstep, his clothes all drenched from the heavy rain. his wet hair stuck on his forehead as he looks through them. instantly his round brown eyes meet your teary ones, which he doesn‘t notice at first. instead beomgyu just smiles happily, the rosiness visible on his cheeks.

”what are you doing here?“

your tone is filled with worry when you see him slightly shivering from the cold rain. too shocked and surprised by his sudden appearance at your house, you keep staring at beomgyu instead of telling him to come inside.

soon your head fills with questions, making you forget about your upsetting situation before beomgyu arrived. what caused him to come to your house when he was having a busy day? did beomgyu actually walk all the way here in the rain, without an umbrella?

”you sounded off when we were texting.“

you‘re lost for words and your mind goes blank. soon you feel your heart soften and you want to let out all of what you‘ve been keeping inside today. beomgyu‘s answer is so short and simple and it still makes you feel so loved.

thankfully, you‘re able to pull yourself together instead of breaking out in tears in front of him. rapidly, you reach out for the sleeve of his zipper hoodie. as soon as you grab it, you pull him inside before closing the door behind him. surprised by your sudden movements, beomgyu smiles even more when you take his zipper hoodie off of him, leaving him in a simple white t-shirt.

”you‘re stupid. why would you do that?“, you hit his shoulder as he lets out a chuckle.

”to see my pretty girlfriend.“

”you‘re gonna get sick now.“ when beomgyu finally spots the worried frown on your face, he also notices the redness in your eyes. and he‘s thankful that he came to you. he knew something was off.

it‘s true that he was having a busy day, helping his brother moving houses. the whole time beomgyu kept checking his phone, waiting for your texts. soon his brother got annoyed by beomgyu not paying attention instead of helping him carry the boxes. however, beomgyu was quick to notice that something wasn‘t right with you. soon he got too worried by your short and cold responses, which made him run off to your house. it happened to start raining heavily when beomgyu had only left.

instead of asking you what‘s wrong, he decides to lighten up your mood a little.

”lovesick, yes.“ he grabs his chest with a fake painful face, which causes you to let out a small laugh. after hearing it, beomgyu feels a lot more relieved.

soon you drag beomgyu to your bathroom to dry his wet hair with a towel. as you do so, he looks up through his hair, admiring your concentrated face. a little smile appears on his lips when he thinks of how you always take good care of him. it doesn‘t take you long to notice his lovingly stare. when your focused eyes meet his admiring ones, you can‘t help but blush and look away quickly.

although beomgyu finds your shyness adorable, he wants to look into your beautiful eyes for longer than just a second. therefore he stands up suddenly, causing you to stumble back a little. his hands quickly grab your waist, pulling you closer to his body.

surprised by the sudden closeness, you forget how to breathe for a second. next you feel your cheeks glow and turn into a darker shade of red. when you look at beomgyu, you notice that the slight rosiness is still apparent on his cheeks.

although beomgyu and you have been dating for a month now, you still get nervous from his touch. every time he looks at you for a little longer than you expect, you start multifunctioning. whenever he grabs your hand you feel it get warm and sweaty. and when he would pull you in for a kiss… you swear your heart felt like exploding out of your chest.

of course beomgyu is aware of the effect he has on you. that‘s why he decides to purposely tease you about it.

”you‘re not gonna dry my hair?“

”oh… yeah. i‘m doing that, gyu.“

you thank yourself for not stuttering like an absolute idiot, as you raise your arms to continue drying your boyfriends hair with the towel in your hands.

but it doesn‘t end here. next thing you know he leans in a little, his eyes focused on your shy ones.

“hm?“

”nothing. i‘m just looking at your pretty face.“

”s-shut up.“

”you know i can‘t shut up, y/n.“

you laugh at his statement before you ask the question you‘ve been wanting to ask since you saw him on your doorstep.

”you really came all the way here?“

”of course! why wouldn‘t i?“

”because you were busy… and also it‘s raining really heavily.“

”i‘m never busy when it comes to you. i‘m always here with you, silly.“

sometimes you don‘t know if you deserve someone like beomgyu. someone who loves you endlessly. all this time, he‘s always been by your side no matter what. whenever you‘re going through the worst day ever, his appearance makes you forget about it all. ever since the beginning, both of you can understand and feel each other without talking much. like today, when beomgyu didn‘t fail to notice that you weren‘t feeling good, although you didn‘t tell him a single thing about your day.

you try to fight back the tears, not because you‘re embarrassed of beomgyu but because you wan‘t to explain it all to him without your voice breaking constantly. beomgyu encourages you instantly by taking your hands into his and brushing his thumb over the back of your hands.

”what‘s wrong, love?“

“my parents-”

beomgyu knows how your parents‘ constant arguing made you feel anxious and overwhelmed, both of them complaining to you about the other. therefore he holds your hands even stronger, as you continue explaining everything from today.

”and on top of that this stupid exam is coming up and i barely had time to study for it. oh and you know what else? y/f/n ditched me today for her other friend. and-”

suddenly talking about your miserable day turns into talking about all the annoying things that happened to you this month. however, beomgyu keeps listening, his eyes focused on your expressions. in fact, he‘s glad you‘re telling him everything and he can‘t wait to make you forget about all of that by bringing back your joy.

when you‘re done he pulls you into a big hug his hands patting your back, as you wrap your arms around his neck and rest your forehead on his chest. it doesn‘t take beomgyu long to make you feel better with comforting words. besides that he keeps making stupid jokes here and there making you laugh loudly. satisfied by your laugh, he smiles happily when he feels you hit his chest playfully.

”…and about that exam, just don‘t go to school tomorrow.“

“what?“

”if you say you‘re sick you can retake it right?“

”yes but i‘m not even sick.“

as soon as a smug grin forms on beomgyu‘s face, you know you‘re doomed. he looks at you with raised eyebrows and starts pulling you out of the bathroom.

”not yet.“

”no, beomgyu, wait.“

next thing you know, you find yourself in front of your house, running in the rain. you didn‘t expect beomgyu to actually force you out and stand under the rain with him.

as shocked as you are, you start laughing as you see him laughing like a maniac, taking your hand to jump in puddles. beomgyu and you continue to mess around under the rain, laughters filling the empty streets.

when he notices you shivering, he quickly pulls you into his arms.

”oh no! y/n got sick!“, he gasps jokingly which only makes you smile and look at him, deep in thoughts.

even on rainy days there’s happiness. as long as you have beomgyu on your side.

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neonghostlights · 4 months

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Tw:blood

You stumbled out of the busy bar, sweat and cigarette smoke coating your skin.

The alleyway was dark, only illuminated by the stray passing cars on the street and the orange glow of street lamps. As you shut the bars back door behind you it was even darker. And more quiet.

You sighed, shutting your eyes and resting your head on the brick wall behind you. It was so loud in that bar, so hot and packed that the late December air cooling your skin felt like a blessing.

You fished a cigarette out of your handbag, digging around for the lighter that you were sure had been lost by your friend. She had disappeared with her date earlier in the night and you knew if you tried looking for her now that there was no way you would be able to find her.

“You need a light?” A cool voice came from the shadows to your right. You jumped nearly dropping your unlit cigarette into the puddles below your feet.

To your relief, you saved it.

He stepped into the light, curly brown hair and dark rimmed eyes. He was perfect, in every way and you couldn’t help but stare at him. He was shirtless and wore leather pants and large black boots that made you think of the nineties.

He smirked at you and noticed red lipstick smeared around his full lips.

He flicked open his lighter, holding the flame up to you and you ungracefully placed your cigarette between your lips, leaning in and letting him light it.

His face lit up with the flame and you couldn’t help but notice the gold flecks dancing in his dark eyes.

How much had you had to drink that you were completely intoxicated by the presence of a handsome stranger?

Your phone dinged in your bag, probably your friend looking for you but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care to check the notification.

You took a long drag of the cigarette, letting the smoke fill your lungs, savoring it like it was your last.

You heard the voices raise from inside, the countdown for the new year.

10, 9, 8

The stranger glanced at your lips and back to your eyes. You nodded once, giving him permission as you blew the smoke out from between your lips and lowered the cigarette.

He stepped in closer, his lips brushing against your lightly.

7, 6, 5

You felt his hand rub against the fishnets under your skirt. He was so cold that your shivered violently but still pressed deeper into the kiss.

4,3,2

His lips tasted metallic, strange. You hesitated for a moment and he moved his mouth from yours and pressed wet kisses into your neck. You leaned your head back, enjoying the rushing feeling coursing through your body at his touch.

You felt the warmth of your blood squirt out of your neck as he pressed his fangs into your skin. The still lit cigarette fell from between your numb fingers and fell to the pavement below.

The sounds of every one cheering inside was the last thing you heard before everything faded away.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson au #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie stranger things #eddie munson angst #vampire!eddie x reader #vampire!eddie munson x reader

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succubusmunson · 1 year

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Distraction

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Your plan to distract Eddie doesn't go exactly how you want it to

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), pet names, smug!eddie, hair pulling, some teasing, dirty talk, oral (m receiving), spit, breath play, face fucking, ball worshiping, spanking, thigh fucking, slight cum play

WC: 2.1K

(this is basically for @mantorokk-writes)

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It had only been an hour and some change since Eddie last acknowledged that you were even in the same room as him. He was too busy planning a new campaign for Hellfire Club, too immersed in the books splayed out in front of him. And while you were happy that he had a hobby, you were dying without him paying any kind of attention to you. You thought of ways to get that attention of his, to make him take a break and just come lay with you. You watched as his tongue stuck out over his lips in concentration and his eyes scanned over the books, he was so pretty and you just wanted to have him all to yourself. That’s when a lightbulb went off in your head. What’s a better perfect distraction than getting on your knees for him? How could he resist you then?

Slowly, you crawled off the bed over to his desk. You looked up at him with big eyes only to find that he hadn’t even noticed you. You sighed as you moved closer to him, your body slotting right in between his thick thighs.

“Well, hello there, pretty thing.” For a moment, he broke eye contact from the book and looked down at you and your mischievous grin. “Something on your mind?” He popped the end of a pen in between his plump lips and your pussy clenched at the sight of it.

You didn’t give him a verbal answer. Instead, you nuzzled your head right where his cock rested in his pants. Your lips ghosted over the zipper and exhaled, Eddie letting out the tiniest gasp at the feeling.

“It’s too bad I’m busy, isn’t it?” Eddie’s hand rested on your cheek, his thumb rubbing over it. “You think you can wait a bit longer for me?”

Rolling your eyes, you reached your hands up to his zipper before he stopped you. “Hey, what did I just say?” He gave you a stern look, but a playful smile tugged at his lips. “You just can’t listen, can you?”

“No, no I can’t.” Your hand rubbed over Eddie’s growing bulge and gave it a squeeze. “When I want something, I want it then and now.”

Eddie’s hand moved from your cheek, up into your hair. He tugged at it, pulling your hand back and making you whine. “You want it that bad? Guess I’m just going to give in.”

Your eyes lit up, you were going to get his attention. It was about time. “Finally, I was getting tired of waiting.”

“You know what gets you in trouble?” He moved your hands, taking over and unzipping his pants. Slowly, he lifted his hips, pulling down both his jeans and boxers in one go. “You don’t know when to shut up.”

You barely comprehended the words he said, his cock catching your eyes immediately. It flopped against his happy trail with a wet slap and your mouth watered when you noticed just how much precum had leaked from the slit at the top of the mushroom-shaped tip. The vein on the underside looked thicker under the light of the desk lamp and you swear you could see it throb from where you were kneeling. His balls sat perfectly under his cock, full of cum that needed to be drained inside you or all over you, neither of you cared where. Eddie had to be blessed by the gods with a thick cock like that.

A hand gripped your chin and forced you to look into his, now darker, brown eyes. “You listen to me when I’m talking to you, sweetheart.” His thumb traced your bottom lip before sliding it into your wet and waiting mouth, “think your throat is ready for my cock.”

Between his legs, his cock twitched and you gulped at the action, the feeling of neediness coursing through your body. You couldn’t answer him, your tongue too busy swiping over his slightly calloused thumb, so you nodded up at him instead.

Eddie’s thumb left your mouth and you licked over your lips, waiting impatiently for his cock. You reached for it, wrapping your hand around the thick base, and pumped just a little, enough to feel it tense under your light touch.

You leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss on the leaky tip before fully wrapping your lips around it. Your tongue swirled around the tip, collecting a small amount of precum before pulling away with a pop! to swallow with a smile plastered on your face. “Always so delicious.”

A gasp left you when Eddie gently pulled you back to his cock, shoving it past your lips down your throat. “You wanted my cock and now you want to tease? That’s not how this works, baby.” One of his hands traveled to the back of your head, pushing your mouth further down his cock and making you gag obscenely. “All of the times you’ve had my cock in your throat and you still gag, hah. It’s too big for you, huh?”

You gagged and coughed around his cock, your makeup starting to run down your cheeks. As much as you were gagging and slobbering everywhere, you didn’t stop your head from bobbing. Eddie loves to get a sloppy blow job and you love to oblige.

“Shit, baby. Your mouth is almost as good as your pussy.” Eddie threw his head back pulling you off him quick enough to kick the clothes that pooled around his ankles to the side and stood up from his chair. One of his hands reached down to lift his shirt to get a better look at his cock disappearing in your mouth. “That’s it, take all that you can. You’re doing such a good job. My demanding and needy cock slut.” He slapped his cock on your tongue and you couldn’t help but moan at him.

Taking in as much of his throbbing cock as you could, his balls were now wetly pressed against your chin. Your spit dripped down his hard shaft all the way to the balls. You looked up at him with big wide eyes and he groaned at the sight before him. You looked like an angel, worshiping their god, especially when you were on your knees like this.

The hand that was behind your head moved to in front of you, pinching over your nose and cutting off more of your airway. “You want to breathe? I thought you only wanted my cock.” Eddie was being condescending, all while remaining playful. “Look at you, just a slobbery mess.”

Spit fell down your chin as you struggled to breathe with your nose closed off and your throat too full of cock. You should be freaking out, not being able to breathe and all, but here you were grinding against the air and sucking on Eddie’s cock more.

Finally, he released your nose and pulled his cock out, letting you catch your breath. Your spit connected from your lips to the aching tip of his cock, causing you both to smirk.

“There’s no better feeling than your cock in my mouth, Eddie.” You reached a hand up and wrapped it around his cock, squeezing and feeling it tense in your hands. “But your balls feel so much better.”

You leaned your head forward, his cock now resting against your face and his balls pressed against your lips. Eddie took a sharp inhale of breath and pushed your face further into his heavy sack. “God damn, you have such a good mouth on you, baby.”

You decided against saying anything else to him, rolling your warm tongue around the sack that was begging to be drained. Each lick and suck of the balls were causing Eddie to buck his hips, his cock rubbing right against your forehead. You hummed as you suckled both round balls into your mouth, basking at the slightly salty taste that covered your taste buds.

Gently, you tugged on the balls, pulling on them and listening to the groans of Eddie above you. The heavy balls were so sensitive and your small licks at them were sending him into a frenzy, he wanted nothing more than to keep you like this forever. Eddie didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve; he wore it on his balls.

You pressed your face against his balls, smushing them with your mouth and coating them with nothing but your spit. A loud schlick sound could be heard each time you sucked one into your mouth and you moaned at the feeling of them on your warm tongue.

“You love my balls, don’t you?” He looked down at you, watching as you pulled back long enough to spit a globe of salvia over his balls and cock. Eddie’s chest was flushed and sweat began to form on his forehead. You were killing him, but he wasn’t complaining.

You went back to practically gargling his balls and wrapped a hand around his cock, pumping fast and squeezing at the tip. “Y-yeah, just like that.”

He was close, you knew he was close by the way his hips stuttered and his breath started to labor. You want his cum in your mouth, almost ached for it. But before you got him any further, he pulled you away from him, leaving you with your mouth open.

“I didn’t forget about you distracting me.” Eddie helped you off your knees, pushing you down gently on the bed so your back was pressed into the mattress. “You don’t get the satisfaction of tasting my cum or even cumming on my cock,” he took both your legs, sticking them straight up so they were pressed against the front of his body. “I’m gonna fuck your thighs and cum over that pretty face of yours and you’re gonna be a good girl and take it.”

You couldn’t help the whimper that left your mouth as he manhandled you, getting you in a position that was perfect for only him.

His rough hand ran up the side of your thigh, leaving behind goosebumps. You went to say something, but just as you did he cut you off with a spank! to your thigh. “God, Eddie.” You were so needy for anything he had to give and the smallest of touches were setting you off.

Eddie stripped himself of his shirt, bringing your legs back to his body. He spits in his hand, grabbing his cock and making sure it was wet enough before he slid it between your thighs. “That’s s-so good.” His hands gripped your legs, keeping them steady as he rocked his hips back and forth. The tip of his cock brushed against your clit with each thrust and he chuckled at you when your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. “Should've known better than to bother me when I’m busy.”

“P-please, I’m sorry… just, please.”

He slammed his cock between your thighs, letting out a moan when you squeezed them perfectly. “Jesus H. Christ,” his hair flopped as his hips stilled for a moment. “Oh, it’s way too late to beg now.”

You whined out his name as he pulled his cock away from your thighs before slamming right back in between them. The brushing of the tip against your clit was making you ache and as much as you needed more, you knew not to push his buttons too far.

“You want my cum?” His words began to come out mumbled, his hips stuttering just a bit. You knew he was close, knew from how he was acting. “Gonna make you a cum covered mess- fuck.”

He grabbed ahold of your hips, fucking your thighs faster and faster. The bed under you was now slamming on the wall with each thrust, only spurring him on.

“C’mon, Eddie. I want your cum so bad, I want to be able to lick it off my fingers after I clean myself up.” You squeezed your thighs tighter and you bit your lip as Eddie’s mouth began to hang open in an “o” shape.

Between your words and the feeling of his cock sliding between your now very soaked thighs, he couldn’t last anymore. “Shit, shit! I’m cumming, baby.” His body slouched forward and shook as his cock pulsed and thick ropes of cum dripped down your thighs and onto your stomach, making you a sticky mess. “Uhuh, so fucking good.”

Slowly, Eddie’s hips stilled and he leaned back on his legs, admiring you and the mess you had become. “Holy shit, that was amazing.” He let out a breathy laugh, running his fingers through his hair. “You, you were amazing.” Eddie ran a soft hand between your thighs, giving you a loving smile.

You kept eye contact with him and reached your hand down your stomach, scooping up some of his cum. You brought your fingers up to your mouth and licked over them, your tongue sliding between your fingers and swallowing every bit of it. Eddie’s now softened cock twitched as he watched you, already needing to make you more of a mess.

“Maybe I should distract you more often if I’m gonna end up like this.”

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city lights, country nights

cowboy! joel x techie! reader

summary: enjoying the simple life with a cowboy!joel and his family.

series masterlist/main masterlist/word count: 1.6k

warnings: reader is able-bodied, no outbreak AU, fluff!!!,makeout session, cheesy and sexy flirting, pet name (darling), drinking (just a glass of wine), no use of y/n.

a/n: hello, lovelies! i am maddie! this is my first time posting on tumblr. i hope you enjoy it! i would like to make this a series and write other stories! We will see how it goes. i hope everyone enjoys cowboy! joel! i would love to hear your feedback or comments! 🤍maddie

Log off your work computer when you see the clock hit five o’clock with a small smile. You were ready for your long weekend with your sexy cowboy. Being in the tech field was much more challenging than some would think. You still have a few projects to review this weekend while you are away. The projects could be done later because it was time to get the hell out of the city.

The two-hour drive from the city into the country was always the best on a Friday afternoon after work. The hustle and bustle of the city fades as your tires drive down the road into a relaxing retreat. The time change improves the drive, with the sun shining as you drive with the window down and listen to the radio loudly. As you pass the cows and pastures, you know you are getting closer to your perfect haven with your person.

The ranch was a place you would have never gone on your own or even thought of loving as you did. Joel and his family had built it slowly over the last five years after they bought the land. The main house was Joel’s, which everyone always came over (mainly for his outdoor setup). It was a good-sized house with four bedrooms and three and a half bathrooms inside. Outside the house was a beautiful patio fit for the whole crew with a fire pit, giant outdoor TV, tool shed, lounge area, and hanging lights. Tommy and Ellie both had their own houses on the property. Joel said Sarah had not been interested in her home on the property since she was at college and had other plans (still close by). The ranch part of the property was beautiful and full of different animals, from chickens to sheep.

The sun starts to set as you pull into the long driveway to the ranch. As you slowly drive up, you can see an outline of a horse and its rider approaching you against the fence line from the rear. You break your car so they can catch up to you.

“Hello, darlin',” Joel’s Texas twang says as he rides up next to you with a sweet smirk. He is riding his horse, Whiskey. He is a lovely brown horse, especially if you have a sugar cube or apple slices. Seeing Joel in work mode was fun; he was dirty from a busy day with the animals and crew.

The blush and smile crept up, “Howdy, cowboy,” you joke with a cheesy grin.

The comment caused him to roll his eyes and slightly grin. “Pull up to the house and wait for me to give you a proper hello.” You nod in agreement and let him get a head start to the barn to put sweet Whiskey up for the night. Driving up the driveway, you are passed by Joel’s crew, including his brother and daughter, Tommy and Ellie. You give them all a big smile and wave. Tommy and Ellie jokingly thank you because Joel always lets them off earlier when you come to stay for a few days.

It doesn’t take long for the flannel-wearing cowboy to walk out of the barn toward you from about 30 yards away. He seems to have washed off some dirt from his skin by wiping away the water from his face with a rag. Getting out of the car quickly to meet him halfway, he pulls you in a bear hug as your bodies come together; all the tension leaves your body.

A sweet, passionate kiss is placed on your lips following a “How was the drive, darlin’?”

“It was a lot better now that it does not get darker at 5!” you giggle and look into his big brown eyes, which make your stomach butterflies dance and blush hard.

He kisses your head as he pulls away to get your bags out of the car. He turns around with his hands full of your weekend bags and the few groceries you brought. “How long are you staying?” he jokes as he walks up on the porch. “I think so, too. It makes me feel more comfortable with you driving in the country with all those deer.”

The sweet encounter was cut short when a ball of energy ran around the house and circled you happily as she barked at you. “Sassy! Let your mom get inside, at least!” Joel grumbled as he opened the door to the house. Joel had gotten Sassy, an Australian Shepherd when he started bringing animals to the ranch after he had built it for a ranch dog. She was a hard-working dog but enjoyed her evenings off, with Joel spoiling her with too many treats and pets.

Both of you followed him inside the house and into the living room, where he set all the bags down. You plopped down onto the couch as you prepared for the forty-five pounds of energy to jump into your lap. It felt like she was there in a second. You watched Joel as you pet the dog sitting next to you, “How was your week, handsome?”

Joel walks over to the couch and sits beside Sassy, throwing his arm around your shoulders. “It was an okay week. I've just been busy and missing you.” He starts to take off his boots and looks over at you. Sassy gets fed up with being squished between the two of you and jumps down to her bed by Joel’s chair.

“I missed you too,” You sweetly say, snuggling closer to him, his arm wrapping comfortably around you. The two of you sat snuggled around one another for a while. This was one of the rare occasions that you two are not already fucking against the dining room table after the first five minutes of your arrival. It was a bittersweet occasion, but both greetings are perfect.

After a while, Joel got up and started messing around in the kitchen. He returned to the living room and leaned on the door frame with a glass of your favorite wine. “What are you feeling for supper, darling?” he asked, teasing you to get up with the wine. With a soft grin, you got up and kissed him in exchange for the glass.

“A bottle of wine and you,” you smirked as you sip the glass, meeting his eyes. He grins and wraps his large hands around your waist, pulling your body closer. The sexual tension and longing were thick in the air as eye contact was kept. His hands start to wander towards your ass, grabbing onto your ass cheeks roughly. This caused you to wrap your arms around his neck.

“I like the way you think, little lady.” He grunts as he kisses you again, but this time, it is more passionate and rough. His hands kept wandering your body under your shirt, which caused a moan from you. The make-out session became more intense with wandering hands.

“Hey guys!” is heard throughout the house as Ellie wanders inside the side kitchen door. The two of you quickly pull away from one another slightly as she walks inside the room. “Oh, shit! Sorry guys!” she says and covers her eyes dramatically with a laugh. “ Joel, this is your fault! You made the plans with us for pizza night when Darling gets into town. Tommy said you guys would probably be about done greeting each other when we got back with the pizza.”

“You’re right, kid,” Joel chuckles as he meets your eyes, kissing your head. “We will have to finish this for dessert, darling.” He whispers in your ear with a wink. You join Ellie in the kitchen, where Tommy simultaneously enters the door. Joel gives him a look, but he gives him a smirk as he takes the pizza boxes out of his arms.

“Shit, I forgot to call Joel 10 minutes out. ,” Tommy says as he puts his hands on his head and gives his brother an apologetic look with a smirk. You go over and give each other of them a sweet hug.

Ellie was the one to break the silence. “I’m happy that you’re here! I need some girl advice,” she said as she helped gather the plates and drinks for everyone while the brothers set up all the food. The night was full of laughter and catching up through the two last weeks you have been apart. You all ended up outside watching some basketball on the giant flatscreen. You and Joel decided to snuggle up on the couch with a king-sized blanket as you gossip with Ellie about her love life.

The pair eventually went their separate ways an hour after dinner. It was always so good to visit with them. Joel was a package deal, as you have always known, but luckily, you were blessed with an incredible family. Seeing how protective he was of his little family, especially you and his girls, was touching.

Joel was very quiet as you both stayed snuggled on the couch. After they left, you rubbed his shoulders as he moved to lay on your chest. His breathing and body had settled and relaxed. He was comfortably passed out; all you could do was smile and take his picture as you held your sexy cowboy.

You let out a little chuckle and whisper, “No dessert for us, I guess, old man,” placing a small kiss on his head. You turn on your favorite show as you slowly fall asleep, listening to the rhythm of his breath, which calms you into a deep sleep.

thank you for reading! let me know what you think!🤍

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