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deanswhiskey · 3 months

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𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲 - 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

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summary; it’s deans birthday!!

wc; 844

warnings; just fluff

authors note; real short but just something short for my man’s birthday 🤭

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“mm, good morning, birthday boy,” you woke dean up by kissing all over his face.

a smile spread on deans face when he felt your gentle lips pepper kisses on him. his hands instinctively moved to hold your waist that was straddled on him. “is this my birthday present?” he asked with a raspy voice and a smirk on his face.

“later,” you just whispered in his ear. dean frowned slightly; he loves morning sex. he groans in response.

you sit up, still straddling his lap. deans eyes finally open and see the beautiful sight before him. the hands that were resting on your waist now moved to a more comfortable position on your thigh; rubbing small circles with his index fingers.

“i’ve got a surprise for you out in the kitchen,” you softly smiled drawing shapes on his chest.

“a surprise? really?”

“mhm, but you have to put pants on and behave,” you nod.

confusion struck deans face, “behave?”

“yep, now come on,” you hurry him.

dean groans as he stands up and makes his way to his dresser, pulling out a pair of blue plaid pj pants. “can’t we just stay here and, you know, fool around,” he whines then smirks. his hands snake around waist and his face buried in your neck. he kisses your neck gently; a breath of satisfaction left your lips as your head leans back, letting him have more access to your neck.

“dean,” you draw out, “we have to go, your surprise is waiting.”

he squeezes your hips one time before pulling away, “okay,” he draws out.

you grab his hand and drag him as you make your way to the kitchen. the two of you had been giggling about something only you two would giggle about as you walked into the kitchen.

“surprise!!” many voices shouted as you entered.

dean jumped back a bit. when he came to it, he noticed his brother, cass, jack, jody, and bobby all there with silly little party hats on. “oh my god, i don’t even know what to say,” his hand laid on his chest. he turned to you, “did you do all this?”

“yep,” you smiled.

dean looked around at everything. there was a cake made by you, a birthday banner, a small pile of presents, everything a typical birthday party had. and a giant pile of pancakes for everyone.

dean was so moved by this; he never had any of this growing up. “i cant believe it, thank you so much,” he pulled you in for a quick kiss and a longing hug. he almost wanted to cry at the thought of all this.

he pulled away and the party began.

everyone had gotten a couple pancakes and ate around the dining table. you all reminisced on memories with your mouths full. laughing so hard you could choke on the pancake bits.

the group of you had moved to the kitchen for the cake. a few candles decorated the cake as the room was dark, only lit by the candles. everyone sang a somewhat harmonious version of the happy birthday song and dean stood right in front of the cake. he had his arm wrapped around your waist pulling you in tight.

he soon blew out the candles and everyone dug in, “what’d you wish for?” you asked him quietly as everyone else was talking and eating.

“i’ve already got everything i wished for,” he smiled sweetly before he leaned in to kiss you.

later on, you all gathered in the living room to open presents. the few he got, he was more than grateful. he never really got presents growing up so he was very excited.

he got a homemade picture frame from jack of you and dean, a couple flannels from sam, whiskey from bobby and jody, and cass gave him a small honey jar he gathered himself along with a new board game for family game night. dean gave out many ‘thank you’s’ before the rest on the day danced away.

the two of you bid your good nights and made your way back to your shared room. you brushed your teeth, showered, and got into your pajamas.

the bathroom light cut off as the two of you made your way into the bedroom. dean turns to face you before you made it to the bed, “thank you for the best birthday ever, baby,” he leans over to kiss you.

“anything for you, handsome,” you return the kiss. your hand moved to cup his face.

deans head tilts, deepening the kiss. “so,” he pulls away, “can i get that birthday present you were talking about this morning?” he says with a smirk.

“mmm, i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you pretended.

“mhm, sure,” dean nodded sarcastically.

you just shrugged in response.

“oh now you’re gettin’ it,” he playfully says lifting and throwing you on the bed. you just giggled in response. he kisses all over you causing a fit of giggles, music to his ears.

this day couldn’t have gone any better.

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#spn #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fic #supernatural fluff #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester fic #supernatural imagine

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roadkillremi · 7 months

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Kinktober '23

1 out of 11

Degrading

Billy loomis

MasterList. Kinktober

Summary : Pure filth. The characters are 18+

Warnings : smut without a plot, minors DNI, degrading, language, oral (m receiving).

Sorry it's a bit lazily written :(

You sat on your bed gripping the ends of your nightgown. Billy squatted down to your level as if you were a child.

"Understand?" He tilted his head so you could see his face fully. You nod, "I'm okay with it.".

He smirked standing up looking over your body. Your eyes scan over his body eventually meeting his. Your face flushed pink, "Don't act so innocent. Last week you begged for my cock.".

Your chest tightened as you nodded, "sorry.". He tilted your chin upwards, "So pretty...". He leaned down grabbing your nightgown to lift it up. You raised your arms to help it slide off of you. You shivered a bit as your bare chest hit the air.

"Just tell me if you ever need to stop."

"Okay.."you whispered. He raised his eyebrow and grabbed your jaw.

"Use your manners." He spoke strict and gripped your jaw tightly.

"Yes, sir." You corrected. He smiled, "Good little slut.". You tightened your legs together at his words.

"Now lay down and let me use you like the whore you are." He started undressing himself. You nodded laying down on your bed as you watched him undress. You tried to prepare yourself for Billy. He never gave you a second to adjust to his size. He always just got what he wanted, and you had no problem with that.

He crawled on top of you, "Lift your legs up.". You obeyed lifting your legs up wrapping your arms around your knees.

"There you go.. that's right open your legs for me." He whispered. He aligned himself dragging his members in your folds. You whined bucking your hips up craving more. He smacked your thigh gently letting you know to stop.

"So needy, hmm? Ready to be my little come dumpster?" He teased.

"Yes, sir.." you mumbled. He smiled entering the tip in. You bit your lip anticipating more of him. He steadied his balance placing his arms beside your head. He thrust his hips forward giving you a smirk. You moaned softly squirming beneath him, "Stay still." He ordered. You moved your hips against his causing him to force your hip down. His fingers from little crescent shapes on your hips. He leaned down close to your ear, his hot breath heating it up.

"God, I didn't even tease you and you're wet.. you really are just a little slut." His voice was low and raspy. You nodded as you let out a small moan. He glared at you, "Stop playing stupid. Use your damn words.".

"Sorry, Sir... it's..so.. so much" you whined. His cock was too much as he pumped into you without waiting. Your walls clenched as they tried to adjust. He smiled continuing to shove his hips forward.

"I can stop if you cant handle it."

You shook your head no desperately, he chuckled.

"Words." He demanded. You took a Shakey breath, "I can handle it.".

"Good..".

You glanced up at his face surprised to hear a praise. You parted your lips about to tease him for getting out of character.

"If you say something I will leave you needy-" he threatened. You closed your mouth and nodded, he grinned.

"That's better." He leaned down giving you a hungry kiss. His lips moved down to your neck, he left small pecks before biting. You tilted your head up hinting to him you craved more. He chuckled against your neck, "So pathetic.. all worked over some love bites.".

"Not pathetic" you breathed between moans. He sat up glaring down at you, "You aren't?". You froze not sure how to respond.

"Don't act like you can't talk now." He growled. You shook your head, "I'm not.".

"I guess I'll just stop then.". He pulled out turning away.

"No!" You sat up grabbing his arm. He smirked and turned back towards you. You looked down embarrassed, "I mean .. please don't.".

"That's better.." he smiled. He grabbed your hips pulling you closer to him. You let out a huff as you landed on your back. He gripped your plush thighs shoving himself back in. You let out a yelp of pleasure as he pushed himself further.

"Listen, I'm going to fuck you. And you're gonna take it. That's alright?" He tilted his head down to you.

"Yes, sir." You muttered trying to take it all in. He smirked leaning down, "Tell me how much of a whore you are for me.". You moaned softly trying to gather a response.

"use that dumb head of yours." He added. You tilted your head back, "i.. I love your... your cock.." you mumbled out. He hummed to himself, "I know you do... tell me.. do you want me to come in your mouth?". Your eyes shot up at him, "Yes! Yes please..".

"You think you deserve it?" He asked. You slowly nodded, he stared down at you. He tilted his head to the side, "I guess you were a decent cum slut today.". You got excited sitting up on the edge of your bed. He pulled himself out waiting for you to get on your knees.

You slid down to your knees and wrapped your hands around his legs. He smirked, "Ready?". You nodded opening your mouth for him. He stroked himself while leaning closer to your mouth. You stuck your tongue desperately waiting for him. He guided your head to his crotch by gripping your hair.

"That's it.." he mumbled. You bobbed your head while sucking him. Your cheeks strained and drool spilled. He chuckled, "Such a needy little girl.". He gripped your hair pushing your head down. You felt his cock hit the back of your throat. You groaned against him feeling the urge to gag.

"Almost done. Don't give out on me yet." He muttered as he continued to harsh your throat. You squeezed his legs leaving red crescent marks. He pushed your head back down releasing himself in your mouth.

"Don't. Swallow." He demanded. You hold his release tasting his warmth. He smiled, "Open..". You opened your mouth showing him his come. He grinned, "Mm.. such a dirty slut. Always so desperately listening to my commands.".

Tag list -

@hurlonsororitygirls @sanzumylovee @katie-tibo @horneybeach1

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iwaasfairy · 1 year

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HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT

bachira nii who is just the best and sweetest big bro!!! he's always so attentive and so clingy to you! there's not a single moment that you go without having him touch your tits or kiss/lick your neck, he might even just feel up your pussy to make sure you're wet!!

he loves his lil sis so much, he cant help but fuck you as if you're his personal fleshlight. expect him to breed u like a bunny and dont stop until you're overflowing with cum ♡♡♡ oh and dont worry about holding back your moans! he loves to hear them and he loves when you cry out his name! mommy yuu wont mind that her two children r keeping it in the family :)

i heARD AND I RAN okay i spent the wHOLE DAY thinking about this yesterday hhhhgftdsguyfdisgi

tw incest, dubcon, codependency

He likes the shape of your mouth. He likes it so much. Enjoys kissing it, watching it, puffy lips and raw, likes hearing the little sounds that come from you when he claims that mouth. He even likes the way you say his name, his name that’s been called a thousand different times in a thousand different ways. But you say it differently still, cherish it on the tip of your tongue as he pulls your face closer in the evening glow and stares. “Meguru nii,” you say it all pouty and knowing, chest puffed with it. You say it like you know what comes next— and it only feeds the thirst that trickles down his muscles and aching heart.

When he doesn’t answer it, and he doesn’t, can’t, you grow restless and fidgety, and he gets to hear his name in a wholly different way, one reserved for only you. It pushes your lips to the brim with how cute and pouty they can be, without being kissed to shreds by him. “Ru nii~” you beg.

And he answers it by pushing you down onto his bed and pulling the covers a little further over you, until the world is almost completely shut out from the both of you. He lies down on top of you this way, caging your body under him— how he likes it. How the monster says it’s meant to be. And the heat that plays over your cheeks is nothing but further encouragement, because you look so damn pretty when the lowest light catches the glittering of your teary eyes.

“I’m supposed to be in bed. I’ve got an early cl-mhm!”

He kisses you square on the mouth, or teeth, no matter, because when his hands slide along your sides and start fondling your soft tits, tugging at sweet, puffy nipples— it’s all too easy to get you to play along. “I just wanna play with my little sister a little,” he breathes into your mouth, and you hum. You always hum so softly, like his word is truth, or gospel. “Just a little bit more, m’kay? Then you can go to bed.” The assurance calls for another drag of his name, that filthy mockery of the word ‘niichan’ that you have long mastered. It draws all the blood from his conscious thought to his hard cock as he grinds it against your pussy.

Picking at the bow of your panties, at your tits through your shirt- you curl under him and under his tongue, his hands, his twitching, leaking cock and balls like his own personal little toy. No, play-date. You always used to be his play-date growing up, and though the word has taken on -slightly more insidious- interpretations, it still fits you so well. Peeling your panties halfway down your legs to push the head of his cock into that dripping little slit is all too easy when you’re going “Ru nii, Meguru nii~” over and over so obliviously, unapologetically needy.

“You love your big brother?” He asks, and you nod, and it sends a spike of heat through his heart and makes him bottom out inside his own little sister with a groan. “I definitely love you. The most, love you- t-the most.” The covers won’t drown out the way you’re whining as he uses all his weight to fuck deep into you, your knees pressed to your ears and your tongue wrapped around his fingers. It doesn’t shield the squeaking of the bed and the rhythmic ‘pap, pap, pap’ of his balls hitting your ass each time he bottoms out. It doesn’t even cover the way he breathes your name back like he should, like he knows will get you there again and again.

But it’s not a lie when he leans down for a few seconds to pull your mouth back to his, tangle wet tongues and take what he needs from that pretty mouth of yours, and says, “You’re fine, just cum. Just cum on niichan's cock, you'll feel good. It’s okay. Mom wants her two babies to get along.”

#tw.incest #bachira meguru #bachira smut #bllk smut #bachira x reader #blue lock smut #bllk.txt #🍯honey.pot #💫ch.bachira

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soleilandpeaches · 11 months

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Ok, but has anyone already thought about how disgustingly rich Keigo is? I mean, the type that doesn't boast much of his money but still has ridiculously expensive things, like... a Ferrari. And you know what? Ferrari + Keigo = Sex. I feel like he would only do it when the reader has really made him jealous. I accept it, I have a kink with jealous!keigo. Creative freedom, but I need a damn car and Keigo in it hehehe. 🫣

warnings: unprotected sex, jealous!keigo, f!reader, coming inside, car sex, cursing, dirty talk, 18+ (MDNI)

“Ohhh yeah…” “You like when I fuck up into you like that, huh?” He punctuates his question with another sharp thrust, a sharp cry spilling from your lips. You have to stabilize yourself using his shoulders, nails digging into his skin leaving crescent shapes in their wake. Though he doesn’t seem to care as he tosses his head back against the headrest, eyes never leaving your face.

“Yeah that’s it, Baby.”

Smack!

“Ride that cock, cowgirl.” He chuckles at his own lame joke, yet the baritone of his voice sends pleasureful shivers throughout your body and a delicious heat pooling in your stomach.

You feel his warm hands caress the scape of your waist, smoothing over your hips and thighs as he rolls his hips into yours. The way he’s fucking you—deliciously deep and torturously slow has you whispering his name into the shell of his ear, completely unable to produce full sounds.

“Fuuck me.”

You cant take your eyes from his stupidly handsome face contorted with pleasure. He licks his lips, kissed raw and red from how roughly he handled you before. You feel his fingers curl and uncurl themselves into your skin which makes you smile—he doesn’t want to hurt you.

You’re tugged out of your reverie with another harsh jolt of his pelvis, successfully lifting you up further enough to have your hand reach out on the roof of the car, bracing yourself against it to not hit your head as you go up.

“Keigo!” You half-pant, placing your hand back down of his lap to guide him back down but he doesn’t relent. Only grabbing you by your wrist and tugging you further into his chest, opposite hand splayed against your lower back.

“Arch your back for me, Pretty.” He commands, wrapping his arm around your back as he brings your hand to his mouth, kissing your palm with a loving gentleness—complete opposite to what he was doing to your body.

“They can’t fuck you like this, can they? Hm?” His voice once dripping with saccharine goodness takes a turn into something more sinister.

You shake your head no, completely overtaken with pleasure. You feel him let go of your hand to grip you by your cheeks, forcing your face down to meet his own. His thrusts don’t slow as you meet his gaze and you almost swore you saw green swimming beneath gold.

“Words, Love.” Is all he says as he shifts, angling his thrusts deeper to hit that sweet spot inside. Your words die on your throat as your lips part into a silent scream—you’re so close.

“Answer me.”

Smack!

“No!” You sob, bracing your hands against his chest as you desperately attempt to meet his thrusts with your own. The rolling of your hips quickly comes to an end as he hugs you into his body, planting his feet against the floor of his car as he fucks into you with a new found aggression.

“Yeah, that’s right.” He growls in between heaving breaths pitched moans. “‘Course they can’t.”

“Only I get to fuck you like this. Don’t I?” You’re aware he’s trying to assert his dominance, but you know deep down he’s only feigning his insecurities. Still, you indulge him.

“Only you, Keigo. I—ohmygod—only y-you.”

“Yeahh—haah—fuck!” “You gonna cum on my cock, Baby?”

You nod feverishly against his chest, biting down on the juncture of his neck and shoulder as to somewhat stabilize yourself of the onslaught of abuse.

“Fuck! Me-me too.”

His fingers curl into your hair as he pulls you away from his neck. He brings his face down to meet yours for a serious of passion-filled and pussy-drunk kisses. His kisses become messy and wet as he nears his climax. Then, lips coming to part against your mouth as he pants and whispers obscenities against your own, struggling to kiss you back.

“M’ so fucking close, Angel—holyshit—m’ so close.”

His thrusts become sloppy and uncoordinated as they pick up in pace. The echoing slaps of skin paired with the rattling and thumping of his rocking car has your face heating even hotter in embarrassment. If anyone were to walk by and see, it wouldn’t take two seconds to know what was going on.

His fingers snake in between your bodies, moving quick circles into your clit. The pressure of hit cock repeatedly punching against your G-spot paired with his skilled hands has you twitching. Stars dance beneath your eyelids as you feel your release drench his lap, crying out once you feel his own cum spill into you. He always fills you up so nicely.

“Shit, Baby.” You glance down to his fucked-out face. His grin is wide, wide enough to see the gleam of his white teeth and dotted dimples. His face is flushed, all the way down his bruised neck and heaving chest. His once perfectly messy-kept hair is now tousled and sweaty along his hairline.

He meets your gaze with his own, ogling you as you are to him. He clearly enjoys what he sees as he brings a hand to your cheek, thumb rubbing back-and-forth just underneath your eye.

“You don’t know what you do to me, Sweetheart.” He sighs followed by another kiss. Although, this one is sweet and gentle, the kind that has you melting into the palm of his hand as he continues to rub circles into your skin.

He releases you with a chuckle after you continue to try and kiss him, but he stops you with a thumb to your lips.

“Lemme treat you to something, hm? After all, you did so good for me.” He kisses you one more time, pulling away to take you in with another sigh, eyes almost glowing with the love he has for you.

“Pretty girl.”

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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 2 years

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RELIGION- S.G ROGERS

Pairing: Normad! Steve Rogers x Innocent/ Virgin! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: Steve’s prayers have finally been answered after all these years, as he finds you waiting for him in the church he calls home. Captivated by him and his charm, you get swept up in his arms, to soon find out Steve isn't the saint he painted himself out to be.

Warnings: SMUT, HEAVY daddy kink, HEAVY innocence/ corruption kink, breeding kink, petnames, degradation kink, heavy praise kink, dumbification kink, finger sucking, teasing, masturbation mentioned,almost like training in a way?, cumplay and gagging implied, blowjob implied, smoking, steve is kinda soft!dark here

Notes: “ cause you’re my religion, you’re how im livin... when all my friends say i should take some space...well i cant envision that for a minute- when im down on my knees you’re how i pray” - religion, lana del rey

the chapel: a playlist

Steve had not expected to see an angel at the end of the isle, when he stepped through the gleaming oak doors.

He had been to this church many times in his life, its worn wooden pews and golden crosses familiar to him like the back of his own hand. He had sat in those very pews that lay in rows, no other person around to bother him as he would stare up at the marble statue by the organ, or with his head between his hands as he stared at the rustic floor that so many others had walked before him.

But he had never seen an angel, contained in these walls.

Steve wasn't an overly religious man. But he had needed something- anything to believe in with the insanity that had managed to slither its way into his life, a snake with venom so poisonous he had found his way here again.

It appears he had found something new, something else to believe in, he thought, watching your little frame stand at the end of the deep plush carpet that had guided his way towards you.

The sunlight that filtered in through the stained glass windows shimmered around you like a halo, lighting up your features like the diamonds. It was mesmerizing, the way it shinned down upon you, focusing on you like a spotlight.

Moving with you, as you tilted your head back, soaking in the dimmed rays that made their way through the images plastered on the glass.

You looked up at the lanterns that hung upon chains from the high arched ceilings, the wooden beams their support as they flickered.

“It’s beautiful, isn't it?” you hummed softly, feeling a presence near you, his aura dark and mysterious.

Enchanting.

Steve had found his way next to you, arm close enough to touch, warm body heat rolling off him in waves to wrap around your skin, soothing the goosebumps that had broken out across your arms.

Steve was fixated on you- truly.

Your voice had sounded like the sweet strings of a harp, being strummed in perfect harmony. He had wanted more.

“It is.” he spoke softly, voice husky as he stared down at you.

He didn't know you were talking about the marble statue that adorned the dais, arms reaching up towards heaven, as if that would save him from the tears that spilled across his pained face.

Steve was talking about you.

You turned, little white dress brushing against his thigh as you smiled. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of you, your eyes twinkling like stars in the night, smile showing your little dimples in the hazy light. You were better than he had ever imagined, a sweet, innocent soul.

One he wanted to corrupt.

“ He looks in pain, in a way. Or sad. But it’s beautiful, when people cry.” you sighed, looking up at Steve in wonder. As if he was the angel who had flown in, had come and saved the day.

“We’re all in pain, are we not? But many of us shape that pain into beauty.” he nodded, hand reaching up to wrap a finger around a stray curl that had draped across your cheekbone.

You leaned into his gentle touch, though his hands were calloused. His hands were beautiful, as you could tell they had been in pain. They had carried weights they shouldn't have had to carry. You felt safe with Steve, despite his dark demeanour.

He was soft with you. Gentle.

“What’s your name?” he whispered, as if he was unsure if he should be asking. “Y/N.” you smiled, glancing back over to the altars, peering at the candles that continued to burn, wax dripping and spilling onto the tables. “I’m Steve.”

A pretty name, for a pretty man… you thought.

You had to focus on something, anything else but those blue orbs that threatened to swallow you whole. Or you’d drown. And you weren't so sure you’d want to be saved.

“I’ve never seen you around before, angel.”

Angel.

The name alone was enough to send shivers down your spine, despite the mugginess of the dry summer heat. “ The door was closed. I opened it. Now I’m here.”

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Now I’m here.

Those words rang through his head like the bell in the tower, striking at six. Twelve. Nine. Then six again.

Somehow, through the endless amounts of prayers he had whispered to the universe, to the gods and goddesses, you had appeared. He had begged for salvation.

You, it seemed, were just that.

Steve saw you each time he slid through those old rustic wooden doors, standing in front of that very statue, by the burning candles and crosses.

Almost as if you were waiting for him.

It was never on a Sunday, but a Wednesday, an empty chapel day. The day of expression, and communication. Steve often would slide up behind you, as he did the very first meeting, intertwining your hand with his with a gentle squeeze.

Some days he would tug you along, sliding into a pew with you to hold you closer, or he’d take you through the back way- to the overgrown gardens. Other days, it was the two of you staring at the stained glass, or the statues, in silence.

You liked both days. You liked any days you could be with Steve.

“You know I’m not even religious?” you had told him one day, stretching your legs in front of you from your seat on the wooden bench, flexing your feet. He had just raised his eyebrow. “Why were you here then angel?” Steve had asked as you toyed with his shirt.

“I was following a little white cat, but he left before I could pick him up. He led me here. Then you showed up, so I stayed.”

Steve had liked that answer. He had liked it a whole lot.

Wednesday meetings had turned into Wednesday and Friday meetings. Then Saturday. Then Sunday.

Those meetings had changed from the church’s grounds to little cafes and parks, old Hollywood cinemas and roller rinks. Those “meetings” had turned into dates.

And one of the dates turned into Steve sweeping you up in his arms under the pale moonlight, pouring his very heart and soul into a kiss that left you dizzy.

Now the two of you were here.

Here, on his bed, the golden sunlight streaming down on Steve in rays, like they did in the chapel- showcasing the strands of rich honey in his beard. You were sleeping soundly on his chest, rising and falling with his breathing as he propped up against the headboard, petting your hair lovingly.

Even in sleep, you clutched to him tightly, as if you were scared he’d leave you.

Steve learned very early that your love language was touch. Innocent touches.

Everything about you was innocent.

You were attached to him at the hip, always holding him in some manner, or tending to him, whether that was playing with his hair or kissing his neck, leaving little smears of your lipgloss on his skin.

Nothing more than that though.

You had told him early on in the relationship you were a virgin, and you had wanted to take things slow, as you weren't used to getting attention- only giving it. Steve was completely fine with this of course, knowing your soul was much too innocent, too pure to be handled by anyone else.

Steve wanted nothing more than to take care of you, to love and cherish you. But sometimes, his thoughts would turn south. He hated himself for it, he truly did. But how could he think clearly, with you looking like that?

So beautiful, so innocent and carefree.

Sliding his hand down, he slowly brushed your back, resting his hand gently on your ass, squeezing tenderly.

“Mmm…” you stirred in your sleep, readjusting yourself as he chuckled. “Little steps for a little girl hmm?” he cooed, patting your flesh softly as his hand made its way back to your back, rubbing circles as he listened to your calm breathing, your body still deep in its slumber.

He wanted to corrupt you.

He wanted his darkness, his desires and needs to fill you to the brim, until you were spilling over with want and neediness.

Little steps Steve. Little steps.

“Don’t worry angel, we’ll get you all trained for me soon.”

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It had started off on the couch, on a rainy Tuesday afternoon. You listened to the sound of the rain pattering down the windows blending with the vinyl that spun on the vintage player.

Perched upon Steve's lap, you watched him intently, drumming your figures against his lean biceps, your nails giving him a soothing scratch. You looked so little, so fragile as he seated you on top of him, and he adored it.

He was hesitant to do what he was about to do, but all logical thoughts left his brain as you peered up at him, doe eyes wide.

“Can you open your mouth for me please angel?” he asked gently. You tilted your head, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Open your mouth? Why would he want you to open your mouth?

He wasn't helping you brush your teeth, and he wasn't spooning ice cream between your plump lips.

Despite this, you obeyed, mouth opening slightly. You listened to Steve, you knew that he knew what was best for you. He had reminded you time and time again, and you were thankful for it. Steve could sense your hesitation, watching you part your lips only slightly.

“Good girl!” he smiled, seeing your cheeks flush, your thighs shifting as you squirmed in delight at the praise.

He knew about it since the very first meeting, sensing your body language whenever he would compliment you, or praise you for your actions.

God, he couldn't wait to tap into that even more.

“Wider.. atta girl.” he cooed, slipping his two fingers past your parted lips, making your eyes widen in surprise. “Just trust me baby okay? You’re doing such a good, good job. Just suck on em, justttt like that.” he murmured, watching as you slowly relaxed your jaw, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked on his fingers like a pacifier.

Your eyelids felt heavy as you sucked, swirling your tongue around his digits. It was relaxing, you realised. You didn't know why exactly he was making you do this, but you couldn't complain about how it was making you feel.

“What a big girl eh? Doin it all by herself.” he smiled as you moved your hands to wrap around his wrist. He slid his fingers out with a soft pop!, watching the string of your saliva stick to his fingers from your lips.

“Good girl angel. My beautiful angel.” he said, kissing your neck as you giggled, praising you until you were a squirming mess.

Rewarding you.

It became a daily routine, those little moments of serenity. Positive reinforcement- is what it was called, he discovered. Gifting you little rewards, things you liked whenever you did what he asked, so you’d do it more, and more.

It worked, and it worked well.

Pretty soon, you’d trot up to Steve at the same time everyday, perching up on his lap to take his fingers. He’d slowly push them deeper and deeper, so you’d be ready for him, on your knees.

But not to pray. Never to pray.

Steve tried it with other things, like calling him daddy. What you were supposed to be calling him.

It had slipped out when the two of you were having a heated makeout session, his hand tangled in your hair as teeth and tongues clashed. “Stev-”

“It’s Daddy to you angel. Only Daddy, mkay?” You had nodded slowly, bringing your hand up to touch your swollen lips. “Daddy?” He had just smiled. “Yes angel, daddy. Makes me so happy, when you call me that.” He slid his hands up your skirt, knuckles brushing your inner thighs, making you purr like a kitten.

So far, his tactics had been working like a charm. You had been obeying him, trailing him around the house just for the small chance you’d be able to play with his large, veiny hands, or be able to wrap your arms around his torso and squeeze him like a teddy bear.

You had even begun to call him daddy without even realising it, the name slipping out of your mouth as smooth as silk. Little did you know hard you made him each time, your little actions causing him to grind against you subtly.

It was torture. The sin that littered his thoughts whenever you neared, whenever the sweet, sickly smell of your arousal clung to his skin, making it heat and burn.

Steve needed release. He needed it now.

You were already in a vulnerable state of mind at the time, the hour growing late, your body tired and limp. He watched you from his armchair in the corner of the bedroom, exhaling the cigarette smoke from between his lips, watching it vacate through the opened window as the curtains swayed gently in the cool night breeze.

You watched him intently, legs clenching together at the sight of him manspreading, head lolled back against the soft velvet. “Can I have a drag?” you asked sweetly, shuffling up on your knees, the bed dipping slightly under your weight.

“Little girls like you don't get cigs angel. They’re not good for you.” he chuckled, watching you pout. “But you get them!” you huffed. He tapped his smoke on the edge of the ash tray, letting the stray ash fall as he shifted up from his seat.

He made his way across the room in two strides, sliding the cigarette between your parted lips. You inhaled deeply, smoke feeling your lungs, choking you. You coughed and spat as you exhaled, the smog burning your throat.

“See? It’s yucky.” he smirked, putting out the but. “Why’d you let me then?” you asked, wincing at the stale taste.

“Cause you gotta learn angel. When I tell you no, it means no. For good reason at that.” he laughed, flicking your nose with a smile.

“Hmph.” you huffed, forgetting about the bitter taste as he lightly pushed you down upon the silk sheets, making your hair sprawl out around you. “You’re so beautiful angel.” he whispered, hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing your bottom lip, tugging it down occasionally.

“Yeah daddy?” you blushed, feeling your core heat at the praise, your body going taut under his touch as you shifted your thighs together for friction.

It didn't go unnoticed by Steve. He smirked.

“Yeah, angel. Such a beautiful, beautiful girl for me. My girl.” he emphasised, breath getting caught in his throat as you slipped his thumb in your mouth, sucking on it softly as you peered up at him innocently.

“Wanna be your good girl.” you smiled, licking the saliva off his thumb as your hands came up to brush the hair that curled at the back of his neck, the strands soft as silk between your fingers. “You wanna be my good girl? Then can you answer something for me? Truthfully? You know daddy doesn't like lies.”

You nodded, eyes wide.

“Do you get those tingles around me angel? The ones you told me about earlier, the ones that make you feel all warm n fuzzy?” he cooed, biting his lip as you nodded, squirming under him. “Can you show daddy where?”

You grabbed his hand, guiding it down to your quivering cunt, sliding it under the slip of your nightgown. “R’here daddy.” you whined, moaning as he tapped his two fingers against your clit.

“Oh angel, you’re awfully wet. Is this all for me?” he tsked, grinning as you bucked your hips up into his touch, tugging his hair tighter. “S’all for you daddy…”

“You gonna let daddy make it all better? S’not good for little girls like you to be gettin this all worked up.” he pouted, mock sympathy dripping from his words like acid.

“Want you to fix it daddy, make me all better. Please?” you whispered, lapping up each drop of the stinging liquid that dripped from his tongue like a woman starved.

“How could I say no to a pretty face like that?” he smiled, stroking your cheek, his hands tracing over the plains and valleys of your body, watching your breasts perk up, nipples pebbling from under the sheer white lace of your dress.

“Mmm daddy whatta doin?” you asked timidly, curious to what the man above you was doing, his hands resting on your thighs. “Gonna make it all better angel. Now be a good girl and present to daddy, attaaa girl.” he cooed as you allowed him to spread your legs apart and flip your nightgown up, revealing your soaked panties to him.

“Just a dumb lil baby arent you? I gotta do everything for you?” You shook your head, watching as he began to slide the flimsy fabric down, down, down past your thighs to the tips of your toes.

“S’fine, you know I like takin care of you angel eyes. But tonight, I’m gonna take these-” He dangled the thong from his fingers, setting it down on the bedside table beside him. “And I’m goin stroke my cock with em, and you’re goin watch angel. Then, after daddys got his cream all over em, I’m gonna shove it between those pretty little lips of yours, okay?”

You nodded, purely dumbfounded. This side of Steve, you had never seen before. Not that you were complaining- of course. You were just… new to this.

Very new.

“Yes daddy.”

“Good girl angel. You’re never gonna leave this house unless you got my cum in your panties, gotta stuff you full of me allll the time.” he grinned, pupils blown as he took in your beautiful body, all splayed out for him.

Like an angel.

You whimpered as he took his fingers, running the digits across your slit, watching you clench around air as he teased you. “This is mine now, okay angel? My fuckhole. It’s daddys property now.”

You moaned at his words alone, your head lolling against the sheets as he slid off his shirt, the dim glow of the candles making his chiselled abs gleam faintly. The sight had you sucking in air through your teeth, his muscles flexing as he bent your legs causing you to spiral.

“Are we gonna do what we always do? With your fingers?” you begged, hiccuping as he patted your puffy folds tenderly with the palm of his hand. “Something so much better baby. You’re gonna love it so much, it’ll make the tingles feel all better. Daddys here now, takin care of you just like he should.”

You watched as he unbuckled his belt, the jangle of it making you jump as he shrugged off his jeans and boxers, exposing his hard, aching cock to you.

“ It's so big daddy!” you whispered, watching as he smirked in delight. “S’not gonna fit in there…” you trailed off, gasping as he rubbed his cock against your soaked folds, moaning as he tapped your clit firmly, his precum mixing with your juices.

“Oh we’ll make it fit angel. How else is daddy supposed to take care of you hmm?” You whimpered, watching as he neared your entrance.

“Daddy m’scared.” you confessed, gripping his bicep tightly, crescent moons forming across his soft, smooth skin as he ever so slowly pushed the tip in.

“Shhh, shh that's a good girl. I know you’re scared angel but daddys here now, that's it honey.” he praised, slowly easing in, stretching you as you cried out. “You gotta relax for me angel, or else it won't feel good to you. And we don't want that do we? Daddy's little fucktoy needs to feel good.” he cooed, encouraging you to take deep, shaky breaths as you allowed him to fill you up, your walls hugging him like a glove.

“Daddy s’big-” you cried, tears falling from your doe eyes, sliding down your flushed cheeks as he seating himself fully in you.

“This is how it's gonna be from now on angel, I gotta keep you filled all the time. You gotta keep daddy nice and warm.” he teased, leaning down to brush a soft, tender kiss on your cheeks, lapping up the salty tears that lay there.

“You’re doing so well for me baby. I’m so proud of you.” he whispered, tenderly kissing along your jaw as he slid out slowly, making you gasp. “Proud of me-e?” you asked, moaning as he thrusted slowly back into you, his hips picking up an easy rhythm as you threw your head back in pleasure.

“So proud angel. Hey, hey eyes on me okay? I’m right here, I’m with you angel. We’re gonna go to heaven together, you and I.”

“S’good daddy. Feels so good-d.” you hiccuped, the pain turning to pleasure as your legs trembled, muscles turning limp as he rocked into you, hissing at the way you’d clench around him tightly.

“Told you I’d make you feel good angel eyes. D-daddy always knows.” his breath caught as your nails raked down his arms, tugging him even closer as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “Wanna fill you full, stuff you full of my cum. You want that angel?”

“Yes oh gods!” you screamed, heavenly fire caressing and licking down your spine as your core churned, the feelings of pure pleasure overwhelming your senses.

“Cum for me angel. Cum for daddy.” he whispered, voice husky in your ear, echoing off the walls as you wailed his name in bliss.

You shattered under him, the pieces of you snapping off with each thrust, glistening on the sheets like broken glass. It was heaven, the way he made you feel. Your orgasm escaped you with a gentle tug, your vision turning starry as Steve’s hips shuttered.

“Fuck angel… look attcha, milkin me dry.” he cooed, watching your juices squirt on his cock, coating him. “Daddy need you-” you moaned, screaming as his grip harshened, a final thrust before he came with a grunt of your name, followed by endless praises.

“Oh angel, my sweet angel…” he whispered, watching your body shake and squirm under him, your breath coming in short little gasps from the stimulation your body just endured.

He was so proud of you. So proud of his little girl for taking him all, for pleasing him.

“We’re gonna get you on your knees soon honey okay? Just like mass.”

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mystra-midnight · 7 months

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Counting Stars

summary: he was staring at you with those warm brown eyes that made your heart do somersaults in your chest—the same expression that made butterflies wing through your veins and heat pool in the pit of your stomach.

warnings: 18+ only. public setting? idk everything here is public. slight praise kink. pet name; (pretty girl). fingering. masturbation. edging. reader is down bad for bellamy, and we can't blame her.

words: 847.

notes: honestly it feels good to be getting back into my 100 boys. i might not have liked the ending but the show was phenomenal and i love the emotional algebra they all went through. the angst and character development was just *chefs kiss*

This wasn't the time or the place; part of you knew that, but you were too far gone to care. With the threat of grounders, acid fog, and god knows what else lurking in the forest, you should have been terrified. Maybe you would have been had Bellamy not been kneeling between your spread legs.

You felt safest with him, entirely confident that he would move mountains to protect you. And he would—Bellamy would give his life to protect any of the hundred. There was a certain kinship he felt with them, a bond of loyalty, and a certain camaraderie that blossomed from all of them having been sent to a post-apocalyptic earth with no idea what to expect.

That was why, despite being almost naked and lying on the forest floor, you felt perfectly safe. Your legs were spread, the backs of your thighs resting over the front of his, giving him the perfect few of your pussy as he rubbed the knuckles of two fingers along your slit. He was staring at you with those warm brown eyes that made your heart do somersaults in your chest—the same expression that made butterflies wing through your veins and heat pool in the pit of your stomach.

He was staring at you as though you were the most beautiful thing on earth.

"Bell," you breathed his name in a sigh. His touch was soft and gentle, working you over slowly as he pushed the tips of his fingers between your fold. Bellamy watched the way your chest rose when you sucked in a sharp breath, his pointer finger circling your entrance once, twice, and a third time before pushing in. You gasped, your hips canting upwards to welcome him.

"What is it, pretty girl?" He hummed, smiling down at you with a sweet expression, one that contradicted the scandalous movement of his fingers in and out of your tight warmth. He brought his thumb to your clit, your slickness made it easy for him to rub quick shapes around your sensitive nub. His opposite hand held your thigh, fingers spread wide and possessively, his grip enough to entice an ache in the form of bruises.

"Don't tease me," you answered with a whimper, your head falling back against the foliage until you were staring at the stars above. They looked beautiful, like far-off galaxies twinkling in the distance. It would take a dozen lifetimes to count them all, but you would gladly do it if it meant an eternity with him between your legs. "Please, Bell, not tonight. I've been good. Just wanna cum for you. Please let me cum."

You knew that he adored you—that had never been a doubt in your mind. But his love didn't mean he was kind all the time. Sometimes he was mean, like this morning and right now. Bellamy enjoyed building you up and up, only to leave you balanced on the edge of oblivion. He liked to watch the frustration on your face when he denied you an orgasm; he liked to watch the ecstasy that overcame you when he finally gave it to you. That was what he'd done this morning.

In between kisses, he had split you open with his cock, wrapped your legs around his waist, and touched you all over the place with his hands. You'd left scratches down his back when he'd tried to pull away, your thighs shaking with the force of your impending orgasm as it slowly waned. He'd kissed you again before heading out for his patrol, leaving you frustrated and almost crying on his makeshift bed. It was why it took an embarrassingly short time for him to work you to the edge of your control, forcing you onto the precipice of oblivion once again.

"You're such a good girl for me." He said softly, leaning forward to cast a shadow over you, blocking out the view of the stars and making you lose count. You dug your nails into the dirt when he added a third finger between your thighs. It was a blissful stretch that had you keening loudly. Bellamy pressed his lips against your throat, the new position making your thighs fall open wider. "And you beg so prettily."

A familiar warmth simmered between your hips, spreading down your legs and up your chest.

"Please," you gasped.

You wouldn't be able to hold it this time—not that you were ever able to hold it back. Whenever the feeling came upon you, it did so without remorse. It built like a storm in your veins, slowly at first, and would release all at once. Bellamy knew this, so when he felt your walls starting to grip his fingers tighter, when he felt them flutter, and when he saw the tell-tale signs etched upon your face, he stopped.

He kept his fingers buried in your pussy, right down to the knuckle, and lifted his thumb from your throbbing clit. He kissed you softly and, oh, so sweetly, swallowing the sob that bubbled past your lips.

"Not yet, pretty girl."

#bellamy blake #bellamy blake smut #bellamy blake imagine #bellamy blake blurb #bellamy blake fanfiction #bellamy black x reader #bellamy blake x you

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th3casscad3 · 2 months

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Alastor x reader but hades and Persephone style where reader spends 6 months in hell and 6 months on earth/heaven

As The Seasons Change. Alastor X G!N Reader.

Warnings: Based On Hades X Persephone. Abusive Relationship, Forced Marriage, One-Sided Love, Slow Burn, Curses, Soul Collecting. Part 1 -

You Were A Gentle Soul, Kind Hearted, Brave, Curious. You Were Walking Around The Street Of New Orleans When You Discovered A Run Down Radio Building. It Wasn't In Horrible Condition, But It Was Abandoned. So, You Decided To Take A Look Around. As You Were Looking You Found Lots Of Pictures And Awards Of A Man Named "Alastor" The Date, 1930's. Intrigued By This Long Forgotten Radio Host, You Came Back Everyday To Learn More About Him. Going Through His Office And Reading Up On Him Through The Internet. You Were Fascinated. One Day, You Stumbled Upon A Clock You'd Never Seen Before In His Office. It Was Brown And Shaped Like A Spear. It Had Green Vines Wrapped Around It. It Looked New? You Decided To Check It Out. You Read The Name On It "Alastor, The Radio Demon" " Radio Demon..? That's New..? " You Took A Closer Look At The Radio, When Did It Get Here? Why Was It Here? You Had So Many Questions. After You Typical Day, Roaming Around The Abandoned Building You Decided To Take The Radio Home With You. You Placed It On Your Bedroom Dresser. That Night, You Heard Strange Static Noises Come From The Radio. You Woke Up Only To Find The Radio Was Glowing. More Curious Than Fearful, You Got Out Of Bed And Walked To The Radio. When You Touched It You Found Yourself Falling. Falling. Falling. You Fell On Your Rear With A Thud, You Winced And Rubbed Your Bottom Before Your Eyes Shot Open And Looked Up. You First Saw Shoes, Then Black Pants, Until You Were Looking Face To Face At A Strange Creature, No Man. Wait? Where Am I?! You Frantically Scurry Up And Stumble Slightly, Looking Around AT Your Surroundings, Your Appearance Itself Had Changed. You Start To Panic When The Man With A Microphone Shaped Cane Tapped You On The Shoulder. "Calm Down, My Dear. I Will Explain Everything! Please, Do Take A Seat" The Man Points His Cane To The Nearby Chair. Out Of Natural Reaction, You Sit Down In The Chair And Fumble With Your Claws? You Were Cut Off By The Man Again. He Simply Chuckled And Twirled His Cane. "Darling, Do Relax. Stress Doesn't Look Good On You. My Name Is Alastor, The Radio Demon. But You May Know Me As Alastor, The Radio Host." "I Know You May Have A Lot Of Questions. So Let Me Start By Saying This. You, My Dear, Are In Hell. No, You Are Not Dead. But, You Do Belong To Me Now, In The Sense Of When You Touched That Radio, You Sold Your Soul Over To Me. " Alastor Grinned. " What Do You Mean You Own My Soul? How Did You Know About Me? Were You The One Who Sent The Radio? " You Asked, Slightly Curious, Slightly Amused. You Had Calmed Down, Adjusted To Your New Form, It Felt Like It Was Just Memorized In The Back Of Your Head. You Looked Down At Your Hands And Saw An Engagement Ring! "Wait! What's This??" Alastor Let Out A Amused Chuckle. " Oh Ho Ho! I See You've Noticed Your Binding Ring. You See, Ive Been Watching You Through My Items At The Radio Building, Like A Curse. And Boy, You've Caught My Eye. So, I Left Little Items For You To Discover, Such Entertainment. So, When You Touched The Radio And Sold Your Soul Over To Me, I Decided To Claim You As More Than A Mere Pet. You Will Be My Spouse And Forever Entertain Me! " You Gave Him A Dumbfounded Expression That Soon Turned To Worry. " What About My Life!! You Said I Wasn't Dead! Cant I Go Back Up To Earth! I Have Family And Friends!" You Were Now Angry, Who Was This Man-Creature Thing To Tell You That You Were Bound To Him For Eternity. " They'll Forget About You Soon Enough. Worry Not, You Pathetic Reader. Smile, You Know You're Never Fully Dressed Without One. But, I Suppose For Your Binding To Me, I Can Compromise... 6 Months Here In Hell, You Must Keep Me Entertained. Then I'll Allow You 6 Months Back On Earth, So You Can Bond With Your Little Family And Friends. " He Scoffed But Kept His Grin On His Face, Twirling His Cane As He Stuck Out His Hand. " Do We Have A Deal.? " " Deal. "

#alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #hazbin hotel alastor #radio demon #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction

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eddiesghxst · 9 months

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guys yes yes i am a genius

i don’t know if you’re up to writing a perv!eddie but him and trevor are very very similar.

trevor makes more than sexual remarks, he’s disgusting in an attractive way. eddie does the same thing, he’s a stalker, if he lived in modern times he’d use your panties as a face mask, he will wake you up because your arms are around him and he gets an erection for the tenth time that night i’m not exaggerating

so i want to bring your attention to when you go see eddie play at the hideout one night, you’re starting to see him more romantically than platonically now. you wearing a short jean skirt and a white tank top with no bra that your boobs are very very visible in (my outfit rn) you’re sexy in the way that it makes eddie’s heart stop in his throat and his thighs clench as he plays guitar (shirtless?)

anyway when he meets you backstage, he’s slipping his hands under the skirt, rubbing the undersides of your thighs as you pull him closer with your belt loop. youre wrapping one arm around his neck, the other pressed against a chest tattoo.

you tell him that he has a groupie, leaving a lipstick mark on top of the tattoo

kissing him open mouth so hard and so passionately it makes his head spin (the kind of head spin when you get an orgasm and you can’t think of anything else but how good you feel except you’re literally only kissing him)

every time he punches someone for looking at y’all while you make out, every single time you tell him you can’t stand him when he does it with a small smile

every time he puts his hands in your back pockets, caressing your ass and he kisses your jaw while telling you that you can have anything you want, you can call him any name in the book if you kiss him like that one more time.

🫶 anon

oh i want him so bad jesus christ

18+ — MINORS DNI

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eddie goes insane for you in every way shape and form, and it only intensifies after his shows. it’s a larger crowd tonight so he’s pumped on adrenaline and nerves, shredding his guitar and singing like it’s the last chance he’ll ever get to do it and you— god, you look so fucking good and it’s egging eddie on in ways he can’t explain.

the skirt you’re wearing is short, clings to your hips and thighs so deliciously eddie can’t wait to sink his teeth into you afterwards. cant wait to slip his hands under and squeeze your plushy skin until you squeal for him. cant wait to push your flimsy good-for-nothing tank top up and suck your tits into his mouth like a starved man.

and you’re just so excited for the band and how good they performed, you hardly pay attention to eddie’s hunger gaze as you walk up to them cheerfully, telling them how good they did and how proud you are.

eddie presses up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, dipping his head into the crevice of your neck and breathing in that intoxicating fucking perfume you always spray that makes him harder than a goddamn rock. he groans and you giggle, tilting your head against his as your hands rest over his large ones, squeezing as you turn in his hold to face him.

you praise him as you pepper kisses all over his face and eddie smiles, says a quick thank you before digging his teeth into his lower lip and letting his hands trail over your ass. you squirm as his hands dip beneath the denim skirt you have on. “where do you think you’re going looking this pretty, princess?” he growls, nipping at your ear as he squeezes the fat of your ass.

and you’re so thankful the lighting in the hideout is shot to shit and eddie has you pushed into a corner because nobody seems to see your boyfriend push up the back of your skirt to fully grasp your ass, thumbs dipping below the black thin string of your thong before he cracks a palm down on your skin. you yelp his name and push at him, “eddie,” you whine, “there’s people here.”

eddie chuckles and pulls down your skirt, “sorry, sweetheart. just can’t help it when it comes to you, you know that.”

and he can’t seem to keep his hands to himself for the rest of the night so you result to sucking him off in the restroom. not the first or last time it’s happened.

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ALSO, bestie i did my research and i swear trevor and eddie are distant relatives bc omg😭😭😭 the mannerisms are so alike i screamed

#🫶 anon #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfic #perv!loser!eddie #perv!eddie x reader #perv!eddie

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baratiddyappreciator · 3 months

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Sex on your period with the Convicts

As per requested in the comment section of my other post, we have some for the convicts! I struggle writing for the old boys lmao, but they still deserve some love. NSFW, Minors DNI on pain of being blocked.

Doyle: His senses were sharp, sharper than you thought yours would ever be. He could hear things on the other side of the house that you would never have even thought to acknowledge, he could tell you what candy you'd just snuck into your mouth. But right now he was using those dangerously wicked senses to tease wails and sobs from your lips as he played with your clit, deft fingers swiping over the hard bundle of nerves and plunging deep into your cunt, his other hand wrapped around your throat as he viciously brought you closer and closer to your own climax, rutting at your back as he fucked your thighs, blood smeared all over his fingers and your thighs, his lips pressing against your ear as he felt you tremble. He was playing you like a violin, and he really did love the sounds that you made.

Feeling you finally shudder through your climax had him hissing as he bucked desperately against your thighs, humming in your ear. He loved listening to you as you gasped and whined through your bliss, only when he heard the familiar whine of overstimulation of your lips did he stop moving to let you catch your breath. "What's the matter beautiful? Can't keep up? You said you could keep up no problem."

Sikorsky: It was sometimes easy to forget that Sikorsky wasn't afraid of blood. He could be so silly at times, letting himself relax enough to be even a little silly, but he still held the look of a brutal fighter well accustomed to violence in his eyes. And right now, he was proving that he even liked blood. Your hips bucked against his lips as he licked and sucked at your bloodied clit, brows pinched in pleasure as he ate you out, fingers digging into your thighs and the pudge of your hips as he angled and canted your hips along his lips, groaning loudly in pleasure as he appreciated the taste, eyes peeking open to stare into yours before he pulled your hips up slightly, pulling you off of his eager maw to slide your weeping pussy down towards his hips to set you down on his throbbing cock, the stimulation was just enough to have you cumming, and cumming hard.

Your nails left deep crescent-moon shaped marks in his pale chest as you trembled through your orgasm, a deep groan leaving his lips, followed by a breathy chuckle as he rubbed circles into your hips. A trail of blood followed you from his lips to his crotch where you currently sat. He shot a roguish grin at you when he saw your eyes focusing back on him. "That was a good one. Now let's see if we can get three more, hm?"

Yanagi: He liked control. Given the chance, he'd take control of anything, some remnant of his time in prison when he hadn't had control. But in the bedroom, you were more than happy to let him have that control he craved. That's how you found yourself in this current predicament, shame making your face and neck burn as blood trickled down your thighs as you were tied to the chair, Yanagi fucking your mouth, hand fisted in your hair to guide you forwards and backwards. At this point, the buzzing of your own vibrator, taped to the chair between your legs, was just background noise over the sound of your muffled moans as you gagged on his shaft and ground against your vibrator.

His head leaned back, rolling slightly to the side as he let out a long, low sigh, pleased by your performance and clearly showing it to you, your form of praise, before he hummed, feeling your desperate squirming and decided to look down at you. "Well go on then, cum for me."

Dorian: It had been a surprisingly good day for you, despite the discomfort of being on your period. You'd woken up warm in bed to the sun shining, you'd eaten a nice full breakfast, and everything had just seemed to be going well. That was, of course, until you decided to take a nap on your nice white sheets. Why did you even have white sheets? Of course, instead of letting you find out that you'd simply bled onto the sheets normally, Dorian had woken you with his cock, hands braced on either side of your head as his hips slowly rolled into yours, accepting that your sheets were just going to be ruined at this point was a lot easier if it meant that you got to cum. He let you do whatever you needed, but his slow and strong thrusts persisted, even as his head dipped to kiss your shoulder.

One of your legs was nudged further to the side, baring you open for him as he forced you to arch your back so he could hit deeper, his cock kissing your insides in a love letter that he knew would have you trembling in no time, an amused huff leaving his lips. "Amour de ma vie, love of my life, you're making such a mess... Don't worry, I'll clean it up."

Spec: He was disgusting sometimes. Absolutely vile. You'd just wanted a nap and had been highly emotional all day, about ready to bite someone's head off the next time they pissed you off. He'd been poking and prodding at you since you'd woken up, and his terrible habits had wound up in you snapping at him. And now, for whatever reason, your back was pressed against your own floor, his cock down your throat as he ate you out with gusto, no doubt getting blood all over you, the floor and his face. Not that he cared, his hands gripping at the soft flesh of your ass, uncaring that your legs were snared shut around his skull, and if he could hear you gagging as you struggled to take him down your throat, he didn't seem to care. Granted, you knew that he was taking care not to choke you, but when you were done here you were definitely going to give him a piece of your mind!

His tongue sank into your folds as his hips pressed down, forcing his cock further down your throat at a particularly awkward angle, forcing you to choke and sputter around his shaft, only then did he pull back enough for you to spit him out and breathe, his lips leaving your clit so he could look down at you and smirk. "What's wrong darlin'? I thought you were gonna give me a piece of your mind!"

#baki the grappler #baki son of ogre #grappler baki #baki dou #baki rahen #baki headcanons #doyle baki #hector doyle #sikorsky #sikorsky baki #ryuukou yanagi #yanagi baki #dorian baki #spec baki

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cumulo-stratus · 7 months

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Rain Soaked Sleep

(GIF NOT MINE)

Spencer reid x Male! reader

Description: Y/n and Spencer get home after a long week at the BAU and a rainy drive home, ready to fall asleep to the sound of rain.

Warnings: possible swearing, lemme know if theres anything else!

flufftober day 4: Rainy day

The door to spencers apartment clicked closed quietly and the loss of light from the hallway shrouded the couple in darkness. In his typical fashion, Y/n turned on the light switch next the door and slumped his matching leather messenger bag onto the floor next where spencers bag had already been dumped, along with both of their soaking wet rain jackets, forgotten for the enticing idea of a hot shower and a comfortable bed. Y/n trailed behind spencer in their well rehearsed routine of getting home late after a case while chatted quietly. And while spencer split off down the hall to the shower, Y/n continued to their shared bedroom and began opening the windows, the sound of hard rain pelting against the road outside. Little drops of water splashed against the windowsill inside, as raindrops from outside hit the edge of the planter box on their window and splattered inside. Y/n couldnt help but stand at the window for a moment, breathing in the smell of rain and the city after sitting in a jet for 3 1/2 hours.

spencer emerged from the bathroom, drying off his wet curls with a towel, to find PJ’s (aka beat up pj pants and an old college t-shirt for spencer, and boxers and one of spencers FBI t-shirts for Y/n) layer out on the bed. Y/ns back was turned him as he stood in front of the closet, unpacking both of their go bags. Spencer took this opportunity to slip his arms around y/ns waist and breath in the tropical scent of y/ns curls (sry if you dont have curly hair 😭). Y/n chuckled at spencers clingy-ness and turns around in his arms to reach up and kiss his boyfriend.

“thank you for unpacking my bag love, you didnt have to” spencer spoke gently, only loud enough to be heard above the rain. “i wanted to- and if i dont do something i was going to fall asleep standing here” spencer chuckled lightly at Y/ns words. “well the bathroom is free for a shower if you’d like- i made sure the window is open so you’ll still hear the rain.” Y/n smiled at spencer words, appreciating his boyfriends habit of remembering his likes and dislikes, rain being of his favorites. “Thank you..” Y/n trailed off as he kissed spencers hand and made his way to the still steamy bathroom.

Y/n stepped out of the claw foot tub around 5 minutes later, onto the fluffy bath mat shaped like a cat (a birthday gift for y/n from spencer last year). He wrapped a towel around his waist and rubs the steam off the mirror. Y/ns face is blocked by the open mirror cabinet when his boyfriend walked in. Y/n was still aware of spencer though, despite not being able to see him. When y/ns head peeked out from behind the cabinet, he asked “have you taken your allergy meds yet?” spencer shakes his head no and holds out his hand for the pils. Y/n pours out pills for both spencer and himself into his hand, and places spencers dose into his palm. They both take turns drinking from the sink before taking each others hands and walking back into their shared bedroom. y/n walks to his side of the bed, and flops down face first with a groan. spencers chuckles before walking around to his own side of the bed and climbing under the covers- urging y/n to do the same. “Y/n, come on- you cant to bed like that, and you wanna cuddle with me right?” Y/n perks up when spencer mentions cuddles, dragging his face from the mattress and looking up at spencer excitedly. Y/n shuffled comfortably into spencer arms. he fit perfectly, spencers arms wrapped around y/n’s torso, his head tucked into Y/n’s shoulder and kissed the crook of his neck. “you did really well on the case this week” Y/n said with a proud smile on his face even though spencer couldn’t see it. Spencer only hummed into y/n’s neck, alreayd half asleep. But his boyfriend wasnt far behind either. And within minutes both men had drifted off to sleep in each others arm to the sound of rain drifting through the open windows into the small bedroom

The End

#bau #criminal minds #bau team #spencer reid #fluff #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x male reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #flufftober #flufftober 2023 #flufftober day 4 #rainy day prompt #flufftober prompt

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snaillock · 11 months

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demotivated artist!reader x bllk boys

(bachira, kaiser)

tags: gn!reader, kaisers gratuitous stripping of course, bachira being a silly little guy, kaiser being an attention whore

bachira

you sat at your desk, mindlessly watching a youtube video that was supposed to be your background noise as you did your art. instead your sketchbook was left on the fresh blank page as you were completely engrossed in the video.

“aren’t you supposed to be doing something” you snapped out of your focus from the distraction and turned to see bachira cheekily smiling at you with an eyebrow raised and hands on his hips

“ugh fine you caught me,” you said as you turned back to look at your computer and felt bachira wrap his arms around you and his head rest on his shoulder.

“i just… don’t know how to start. i’ve been on an art block for weeks now and it’s starting to wear me down.” you let out a deep sigh as you rambled and tapped your pencil on the desk, “it’s just so hard to find any ideas now”

as bachira listened to your rant, he unwrapped one of his arms from your shoulder and silently reached out for your colored pens and markers with his tongue out in absolute concentration, none of which you noticed.

your ramble got interrupted the second you heard marker scratching on paper. you look down to see bachira doodling on your sketchbook

“bachira?! what the hell are you doing!?” when you said that, he quickly snatched up your sketchbook and a couple of markers and ran out the room giggling, too fast for you to catch up. ‘god why did i date a football player’ you sighed and ran out to find him

you spotted him on the couch, comfortably laying on his stomach as he continued doodling on your stolen sketchbook with your stolen markers. you immediately snatched the book out of his hands.

“i cannot believe you would take my things like that! not only did you take my sketchbook, you also drew in it without my permiss- oh wait…” your scolding trailed off as you took a look at the page he drew. you saw the vibrant squiggles and lines he did along with some star shapes and hearts.

“wow this is actually really pretty,” you said, sitting down right next to him. you took one of your pens that bachira stole from your desk and started to draw on that page, using the art bachira did as a colorful background to bring out the black ink of the figures you drew in front of it. bachira rested his head on your shoulder and watched the entire time.

“hehe looks like i once again saved the day,” bachira laughed as he looked at your ‘collaborated’ work.

you rolled your eyes at his comment. “ok fine i guess you did help with my art block,” you smiled and kissed his cheek, “i appreciate it and i appreciate you”

bachira grinned and wrapped his arms around your waist, “you are so so welcome!”

“is this something you did with your mom every time she couldn’t paint?” “oh yeah constantly” “ah should’ve guessed”

kaiser

you sat at your desk while scrolling through different photos on your laptop, trying to find something to draw since your brain was completely dried out of ideas

“babe~” you sighed as you heard a whiny voice from behind you. uh oh kaiser needs attention. you turned your head to look at him

“what do you need kaiser”

“how much longer are you gonna be in here for? you’ve already been here all day…” it’s only been an hour.

you rolled your eyes as his whining got more desperate and you spoke, “who knows at this point. i’ve been stuck for a while so you might have to wait for the rest of the day.” you glanced at him, knowing that would get to him.

“no darling! you cant stay here all day”

“well if you have any ideas for me, i’ll love to hear them”

he closed your laptop, pushing all your things aside, and sat on your desk right in front of you with his leg crossed over his knee, “how about this… you should just draw me.” he smirked as he looked down at your unimpressed face

you thought about it for a second before nodding, “you know what… that’s not too bad of an idea! i’ll do it.”

“ok great!” he said as he started taking his shirt off.

“kaiser no! i don’t need a nude model so please leave your shirt on!”

“fine…” he groaned, hesitantly removing his hands from his shirt and smoothed it out. he mumbled, “it’s nothing you haven’t seen before anyway”

you playfully rolled your eyes and got your stuff ready. you started drawing him as he did various poses while basking in all your attention. every now and then he would try to convince you that him stripping off his clothes would help more but you kept shooting that idea down. you had to deal with him constantly walking naked around the house already.

once you finished, you showed him the sketches. he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you multiple times, each one on a different spot on your face. “wow you did such a good job! you captured my beauty so well”

he took photos of your sketches while gushing about how good of an artist you are and how blessed he is for having you (and also how blessed you are for having a great and attractive model like him)

the next day while he was out at practice, he showed off your drawings to his teammates, bragging about how beautiful and talented his partner is

a/n: haha hai so like i was planning on only sticking to hcs format for this blog but i really wanted to do like a drabble/hc thingy and i also have very little writing experience so sorry if this sucks ass. hope you enjoyed it!

this was supposed to be a three character post but i struggled to

think of another so if anyone wants a part 2 with diff characters, feel free to request so with the characters you want!

#blue lock #bachira x reader #kaiser x reader #michael kaiser x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock x gender neutral reader #blue lock x you #★ snail.writes ★#bachira #kaiser #wrote this while watching various reaction videos

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vermithorn · 1 year

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This request is for our darling Osferth. His super religious upbringing has him unknowingly become an ass man, with this twisted idea if they have anal, her "purity/maidenhead" will stay intact. She can be a nun, ealdorman's daughter, whatever.

Here's a picture for inspiration. ♥

OSFERTH + ANAL

contains: afab!reader, modern!osferth, anal, also anal fingering ofc, manipulation? slightly dub-con so tagging it anyway, gaslighting, religious themes? is this sacrilege? blasphemy? i think it’s desecration? i don’t know i am not religious im sorry if this is wrongly put omg it’s fucking anal. ooc osferth but y’all know how it is with anal SEX.

author’s note: holy shit arcie,, god tier request i hope i do it justice damn. i had to do a modern!au because i still cant wrap my head around old english terms to write,, so forgive me for that and please enjoy! GOD FORGIVE ME FOR THIS HOLY FUCKING SHIT,,,

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“Are you sure about this,” You stuttered, still somewhat embarrassed as Osferth looked down at you, “I don’t think it works that way, Osferth.”

He kneeled in front of you, and placed a hand on your thigh, “Don’t worry, darling,” He softly caressed your skin, his long fingers tracing shapes in your inner thigh. “I already explained this to you, do you want to hear it again?”

You nodded shakily, your gaze moving from his hand on your thigh to his blue eyes. “Yes, please.”

He gave you a reassuring smile, but it didn’t seem right to you as his deep blue eyes darkened.

“My sweet girl,” He cooed, cupping your face with his other hand, “You know we can’t lay normally as a man and woman could,” A little smirk crept into his face, “I am not allowed to take you as mine that way, you know that.”

You pouted slightly, a faint blush appearing on your face. “I know.”

“Good girl,” His hand was soft on your face, tracing your jaw as he spoke, “But thankfully, I know a way.”

His hand on your inner thigh moved to your already wet cunt, he grazed the wet patch on your panties before moving them to the side. His index moved up and down on your folds making you shiver, he gathered your juices as he moved his finger downwards your perineum.

He circled your exposed puckered hole with the pad of his index, coating it with your own juices as you jumped slightly at the touch.

“I cannot take your purity, my darling,” He purred, “But I can take you from here and we wouldn’t have a single problem.”

You had to hold back a moan at the back of your throat, gulping as you looked into his blue eyes who were looking back at you with an electrifying hunger.

“Are you sure? Isn’t that the same thing?”

He looked at you condescendingly, “Sweet girl, don’t you trust me?” He kept circling your puckered hole, the pad of his finger slowly pushing into you.

You frowned, shaking your head apologetically, “I do trust you, sorry.”

He removed the hand on your face, grabbing the little bottle of lube on the nightstand. “You should know better than question God’s word, sweet girl.” He put an absurd amount of liquid on his fingers, parting your legs with his other hand to begin opening you up.

The lube was cold on your skin, it made you jump at every slight touch. He started slow, the familiar touch of his pad on your puckered hole making his way in, the burn of the intrusion making you wince.

“Osferth.” You sighed, swallowing as his fingers pushed into your puckered hole, working you up.

His first finger transformed into two, adding more lube to it every time, his other hand worked on your clit to make it more pleasurable. Suddenly, your soft distressed whimpers turned into loud moans of delight, his fingers working magic into you.

“Are you ready to take all of me, darling?” He whispered, his head leaning against your leg as he watched hypnotized how his fingers scissored into your gaping hole.

You only could nod in response, your eyes closed.

He softly removed his fingers from your hole, and you watched him remove his pants quickly, his hardened cock in sight as he pulled his underwear down.

Osferth lubed his cock, using an exaggerated quantity of the liquid, but he knew how useful it was. He kneeled in front of you, his throbbing cock standing proud and crimson. “Open your legs, sweet girl,” He said, slowly pumping his length, spreading the lube.

You obeyed, parting your legs as much as possible as you laid back on the bed.

He grinned down at you, his blue eyes darkened with lust. “Good girl, you have to look me in the eyes as I do this, do you understand?”

You nodded quickly, shaking in anticipation as he positioned himself, the tip of his cock on your now stretched puckered hole. You shivered, shaky breaths coming out of your mouth.

“You will stay pure as I do this, you know that right?” He slowly submerged himself into your hole, making you gasp, already overwhelmed at the big invasion.

He grunted, teeth clenching as he muttered, “So tight, my sweet girl, you’re so tight for me.”

Your eyelids fluttered, almost closing, jaw dropped as he buried himself into you.

His hand flew to your jaw, startling you, opening your eyes to look at him, “Look at me, this is a reward for you, darling.”

#vermithorn's 500 milestone event !#vermithorn #osferth #the last kingdom #osferth x reader #osferth x y/n #osferth x you #osferth x fem!reader #osferth x female reader #osferth tlk #osferth the last kingdom #osferth smut #tlk osferth #osferth fanfic #tlk smut #the last kingdom smut

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yourtouchismidas · 6 months

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could you write matth and rg taking the girls trick or treating for the first time please?? 🥺

so i think you take gigi trick or treating every year when she is very little, too little to remember, dressing her up as an avocado when she is a five month old and has only just learned how to hold her own hear up, and then as a spider when she is one, with big stuffed legs that she chewed on while held her in your arms and matty rand doorbells for her and smiled proudly as everyone cooed, then took all the candy round to georges to eat when they got high. when she is three she chooses her own costume, a witch, and asks for the sweets herself. matty still eats most of it, "to save her little teeth" and you share a few chocolate bars with her.

gigi's fourth halloween, you are with matty on tour in america, lounging in the hotel room the morning before his halloween show. you've talked about the fact that it's halloween, obviously, over gigi's head, and the boys have picked out their costumes for the show. gigi hasnt really said anything about it all day, you're not sure she even remembers halloweens past, or if its all just a hazy dribbly chocolate blur. but while you and matty are cuddling in bed watching telly, gigi hitches herself up to look out the hotel window.

"its scary day!" she says.

"yeah, gi," you say, "it's halloween."

she runs back over from the window and jumps on you both "we need to get my costume!"

you peer out the window yourself and see a bunch of school children waiting at their bus stop, all dressed in cute little costumes.

"we can get you a costume" matty says.

"will we have time?" you fret, worried about getting to the venue and sound check and everything.

"yeah, definitely."

"then we can knock on people's doors?" gigi says, "thats what you do on halloween"

you and matty look at each other. there will not be time for trick or treating, you know that. you break this news to gigi, and she starts sobbing into matty's chest, and he strokes her hair but he can't change anything, you simply dont have time. he feels like the worst person in the world.

gigi is still crying when you meet the rest of the band for breakfast, and she holds her hands up to george and he lifts her up and asks whats wrong. she just buries her head in his shoulder.

"we dont have time to go trick or treating," you explain.

"oh dear, gus," george says, as she sobs into his shoulder, "it's a hard life isnt it love?"

you take gigi to walmart while they sort venue stuff out, and she picks a skeleton onesie and you take her back to the hotel room and draw more bones on her face with eyeliner. she giggles with delight.

matty texts, can you bring gi back stage before the show? everythings done, wanna hang.

so you set off. when you get back stage, it's oddly quiet, like no one is there. you cant hear voices. the stage set looms like an empty house, the arena echoey. you take gigi and go and try and find matty's dressing room by yourself, with no one to ask. you find it, in a corridor of dressing rooms, the first one with matty's name taped on the front. you knock.

matty opens the door in his costume. he's dressed as a magician, with a black suit with coat and tails, a top hat, and a wand.

"oh hello there, can i help you?" he asks, looking surprised. you and gigi side eye each other.

"matty," she says, "it's me. your daughter."

"i'm just a person in my house on halloween. ready to give treats to the children who knock" he says, "or tricks," he says, poking gigi with his wand and making her squeal. he disappears behind the door and hands her a plastic basket shaped like a pumpkin, and then tips out a bag of sharing candy into it.

"yay!" gigi says, and you smile knowingly at matty, kissing him on the cheek and wrapping your arms around him.

"no time for this affection young lady," he says, unwrapping your arms from him, but kissing you quickly on the side of the head, "plenty more houses to visit." he gestures down the corridor at the unopened dressing room doors. you grin. matty waves his wand dramatically at the both of you, then closes his door slowly behind him, saying "have a good night," in the most creepy voice he can muster.

you go from door to door, and behind each is another member of the band, or their partner, or a manager, or a security guard. george is dressed as frankensteins monster and chases gigi down the halls with his arms out in the front of him. Ross is wearing red lycra as the devil, a tail pinned to his bum, his long hair all out and down his back, two red horns sticking up out of his head. he's bought way too much candy for gigi and she throws herself at him in gratitude, screaming "i love the devil!" and making you both split with laughter. adam jumps out dressed as a ghost and gigi screams and then pretends not to be frightened at all, and ends up chasing adam round the halls with ross' red plastic pitchfork.

you have gigi say thank to the boys, for making her her own trick or treating street backstage, and she kisses her daddy with her black lipstick before he goes on stage, and he leaves the print there the whole show, while you watch in the audience and your little skeleton falls asleep in your arms, happy as ever on halloween.

#ruins #ruins behind the scenes #matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy x y/n #matty healy x you #the 1975 fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #dad!matty

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