#fuck my shit man I just wanted a little lollipop
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hii, i hope your day/night has been well !!
i was wondering if i could request husband miguel who’s at the society with chubby/curvy wife where reader is just literally stuck to him like glue because she’s on her period and like also period horny and she desperately wants a lolipop qnd miguel is like totally taking advantage of it by straight up making reader give him a bj for her to satisfy her oral fixation
Holy shit that’s so hot.
Pairing: miguel o’hara x f!reader
Warnings: 18+, oral (m. receiving), size kink (kinda), miguel and reader both being equally needy, public sex? (they do it in miguel’s office), miguel gets kind of rough so throat fucking ig, cum eating, awfully translated Spanish
Summary: following your husband around his workplace all day means miguel gets to take full advantage of your current… situation 🩸
A/N: someone give reader her lollipop :(
Word Count: 1.6K (unedited)
At this point, you couldn’t tell whether Miguel was genuinely clueless, or just being a dick. You’ve been following him around HQ all day, not wanting to get lost in the hustle and bustle of the Spider Society, all the while trying not to cry out in pain and discomfort from how bad your cramps are getting.
It’s like your body wants you to suffer. The dizzying combination of pain, exhaustion, arousal, and the desperate need to distract yourself with something, anything, is enough to make you scurry away from your husband in desperate search of any kind of relief.
You try to follow the signs and the memory of Miguel showing you around his workplace the first time he had let you visit, making your way into the cafeteria. A few Spider-People look your way, confused as to why Miguel wasn’t by your side.
Shyly, you make your way to a few food stands and counters set up throughout the room, asking around if anybody sells a lollipop or anything else that would satisfy your need for distraction. Unfortunately for you, nobody has anything to offer, causing you to smile politely and leave the room, despite how frustrating this whole situation is.
You’ve excused yourself to the bathroom an obscene amount of times, been caught clutching your midsection as a result of your more painful cramps (day 2 fucking sucks), and you’ve been biting and chewing at the collar of the cute little blouse you’re wearing, which was your first attempt to communicate to Miguel this morning that you are painfully horny. And yet, the man you married for his caring and observant nature was none the wiser.
“¿Adónde fuiste?” Miguel’s voice booms behind you, causing a startled yelp to leave your lips as you turn on your heels and look up at him. His expression isn’t one of anger, like you had expected, it’s more amused than anything. (Where did you go?)
“I wanted a lollipop,” You say softly, fiddling with the hem of your blouse as the mere sight of your tall, tan, muscular husband in that skin-tight, holographic suit makes your thighs instinctively clench together. “But nobody sells them. You should get onto that, Migs.” You joke, trying to focus on anything but the aching in your lower tummy and the arousal pooling in your panties.
“Why do you want a lollipop? If you’re hungry, get something real to eat, cariño, a lollipop’s not gonna fill you up.” Miguel raises an eyebrow at you, his sharp red eyes full of confusion as he tries to pin your unusual behaviour.
“Miguel, I'm on my period, you idiot.” You giggle, your suspicions regarding Miguel’s cluelessness towards your situation being confirmed. It was a bit annoying that despite how long you two have been together, he can still get so caught up in work that he doesn’t remember the important things, like when your period’s due and that your oral fixation worsens during that time of the month. But he’s too hot to hold a grudge.
Miguel’s amused expression drops and he lets out a dramatic sigh, rubbing his temples as he mumbles apologies for his negligence towards your feelings the whole day. “Lo siento, querida, I had no idea. Can I do anything to help you?”
You smile softly at Miguel’s apology, licking your lips and fighting the urge to suck on the fabric of your blouse as you look up at your husband. “I need something to distract me from my cramps. Is there anywhere here that sells lollipops? Maybe one of the kids has candy or something stashed in their lockers?”
Miguel tries to hide the devilish smirk that creeps onto his lips as he steps close to you. He rests one of his massive, calloused hands on the back of your head, leaning in to whisper against your ear. “¿Necesitas chupar algo, nena?” (Need something to suck on, baby?)
You blush, Miguel’s teasing comment making you weak in the knees and going straight to your dripping cunt. Your eyes dart around the area the two of you are standing in, terrified one of Miguel’s subordinates may have heard him. Once you’re sure the two of you are alone, you nod, the needy look on your pretty face causing Miguel’s dick to throb in his suit.
With haste, Miguel drags you into his office, your lips crashing against one another as he slams your much smaller frame against the wall, his tongue forcing its way into the warmth of your mouth. One of his hands is buried in the softness of your silky locks, the other cupping your dripping pussy over your jeans, the heel of his palm grinding against your pulsing clit and causing you to whimper against his plump lips.
“Fucking lollipop,” Miguel hisses against your lips, his tone dripping with teasing and dominance as he sits down in the nearest desk chair and gestures for you to follow. “If you wanted to suck my dick that bad, should’ve just said something, princesa.”
Miguel spreads his muscular thighs, and you take it as an invitation to kneel between them. Your head rests on his leg, causing his holographic suit to flicker at the contact. He can’t help but chuckle at the adorable sight before him. His pretty little wifey, desperate to feel his heavy dick in her mouth. With a grin on your face, you reach up to tap the glowing screen of Miguel’s dimensional travel watch, the bottom half of his Spider-Suit dissolving. His hardened cock springs up, pre already dribbling from his reddened tip just because of how needy you are on your period. It drives him fucking insane.
You wrap your hands around Miguel’s shaft, your digits barely enveloping his girthy member, causing him to let out a quiet moan. Your eyes remain glued to his sharp, red ones as your tongue darts out to lick a fat stripe from his swollen balls, along the veins on the underside of his dick, all the way up to his leaky tip. He groans as you plant little kisses against his moist slit, claws protruding from his fingertips and digging into the arms of his chair.
“Stop teasing, cariño,” Miguel whimpers, hips bucking against your mouth to try and force his cock inside. “I thought you needed this-” Miguel’s words are cut off by a loud moan as you unexpectantly give his tip a harsh suck, swirling your tongue around it as you savour the taste of his precum.
He knows that you’re overly sensitive and fragile when you’re on your period, but the second your moist, plush lips surround his cock, he loses all self-control. You wanted something to suck, something to distract you from your cramps? Miguel was going to give you just that. He grabs you by your hair and bucks his hips upwards, his cock slamming into the back of your throat and causing you to choke and cry. He fucks his dick into the depths of your mouth, eyes rolling back in his head as he pants and moans above you. You hollow your cheeks and rest your hands on the thick flesh of his legs, trying to ground yourself and adjust to the way Miguel smears his precum all over the walls of your mouth.
“Lo siento– ¡mierda! Lo siento, cariño.” Miguel whines, his hold on your hair loosening as you start to bob your head up and down on his length, sucking him off properly now. He reaches out to wipe away your tears, whispering sweet praises to you to make up for his harsh thrusts before. “Doing so good, baby. Keep going.”
Saliva drips down your chin as you take as much of Miguel in your mouth as possible, your hands firmly stroking the bottom half of his shaft that isn’t inside the gushy warmth of your pretty lips. The weight of Miguel’s cock against your tongue, the way his veins pulsate and brush against your lips each time your head rises, and the sight of his head thrown back and his thighs twitching as he gets closer and closer to cumming makes your aching pussy drool, your panties surely ruined by how turned on you are.
“I’m- fuck! I’m gonna cum, bebé.” Miguel whines, the muscles in his thick biceps bulging as he grips his chair and lazily fucks into your mouth to reach his release. Feeling his twitching cock filling your mouth makes you moan, the vibrations of your pretty sounds sending Miguel over the edge. His cum coats the inside of your mouth, spurting against the back of your throat as he pants and curses to himself.
You release his softening member with a pop!, licking up the stray ropes of his release that coat his shaft and lap, swallowing his load and making sure to clean him up thoroughly. He chuckles breathlessly at the sight of you being so obedient and he lifts your chin in one hand to stroke his thumb against your cheek.
“Gracias, mi reina,” He whispers, enabling his suit once again, his heavy, moist cock disappearing underneath the digital strands of blue and red. “I’ll return the favour at home, okay?”
You giggle and nod your head in agreement, staring up at your fucked-out husband gratefully.
“Can you still help me find a lollipop to buy?”
Teehee :)
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SKZ Han hard thoughts... | +18 MDNI
the brain rot with Han is strong atm so let’s go with some smutty thoughts on perv!han
perv!han who can’t keep his eyes off you while you savour that lollipop. the way your pretty mouth sucks the tip as you innocently put it all in your mouth makes him painfully hard. that should be him in your mouth, crying, begging for you to continue-- "yes, please just like that--ugh!"
perv!han who gifts you beautiful mini skirts and short dresses-- not only because he absolutely loves your legs, but because that grants him easy access to your cute pussy. he gets hard when you get all excited and try them on for him-- most of the time it ends with him railing you against the nearest surface.
perv!han who in the middle of dinner with friends, let his wandering hands under the table and under your mini skirt. it makes room under your thong to tease your now wetting cunt-- just a little bit. he brings those same digits to his mouth as he looks at you, raising his eyebrows "so good..."
perv!han who eats you out like a starved man. he is desperate, you feel so warm, your taste is heaven-sent. all he wants is to drown in you, to have your juices all over his face. he grunts and moans as he slurps every single drop of your arousal. your legs tremble around his head, cumming for the second time in his mouth. when he finally releases you, he's drenched in your arousal. he licks his lips again and again, trying to imprint your taste and smell on his brain.
perv!han who has to excuse himself when he's recording-- he calls you from the bathroom stall. "please baby, I just need your help... i can't think straight i need you so so fucking bad". so you after teasing him for a bit you ask him to touch himself, to picture how his cock would be ruining you in that very moment. you hear his heavy breath over the phone as you request a video call. somehow manages to accept only to see you touching yourself. "you're so hot, baby i-- i-- ugh want you so bad" he closes his eyes, his face expressing exquisite pleasure as he cums with a loud moan you're pretty sure chan heard all the way to the studio.
perv!han who loves it when the boys are over and he convinces you of having a quicky. he rams his cock inside you so deliciously as his hand covers your mouth, drool slips from the corner of your mouth as he whispers the nastiest things-- "your pussy is so fucking wet, bet they can listen how wet you are... shit, baby-- best. fucking. pussy. my dirty, dirty girl. gonna cum? cum for me, baby. bet they can hear your muffled cries as well... fuck-- I'm gonna cum..."
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a/n: gosh I am lost after writing this...
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A/n: I LOVE THIS! I am very happy i got a request for this man. Sidenote: i really did not know if ya'll wanted this to be spicy or note so it isboarder-lining spicy.
It was hard to pull your gaze away from Kusakabe and the damn lollipop. Biting your lip, you then narrowed your eyes. The idiot probably didn't even know what he was doing.
Well then, two can play at that game.
Puffing out your cheek's you quickly snatched it from his hand before he could put the damn thing back in his mouth. "Let me try."
"H-hey!"
Before he could say anything you stuck the lollipop in your mouth as you sat down on his lap. Feeling his arm weave around your waist you smiled, now it was your turn to tease him. "Stop being such a fucking brat."
The man glanced away, his cheeks flushing for a moment as he tried to ignore that little giggle of yours, he knew what that little giggle meant.
Humming, you narrowed your eyes as you let your tongue swirl across the lollipop. "I'm just showing my handsome Kusakabe how good I am at sucking...don't you want to watch?"
Running his tongue over his lip, Kusakabe tried to pull his gaze away, he wanted to pull his gaze away but he couldn't. He was so fixated on your mouth, lips. God he loved that mouth of yours, he loved everything about you.
Still holding you, he did his best to not move your hips against his own. He didn't say anything, he was to fixated on you and that damn lollipop. He could feel his heart start to race, his pant's starting to get a little too tight as he watched your tongue twirl around the lollipop.
A shudder ran through his body seeing that you pulled the lollipop from your lips with a pop. His hand clutching your hips as he pulled you down on his clothed erection.
"Enough of this shit, I have something better you can suck."
Letting out an airy laugh, your fingers grasped his chin as you rolled your hips against his. "Took you long enough."
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VIA VIA VIA HEAR ME OUT. secret santa b they get u and accidentally spill it / the big reveal…
(NOT SO) SECRET SANTA - aki hayawaka
summary: despite aki's best efforts to keep your gift a secret, his (stupid) roommates somehow manage to spoil the surprise.
genre: fluff, non-devil au, everyone is happy, crack
warnings: swearing, denji, f!reader, suggestive
notes: hope u like it babe !! this is my apology for the recent aki slander 😈🔥
now playing: rockin' around the christmas tree - brenda lee
"for the millionth time, do not tell [name] i got her, understood?"
denji and power sit crossed-legged on the floor, looking only half interested in what aki is saying. they're dressed in christmas gear from head to toe, heads swaying slightly to the christmas music coming from the record player.
power looks awfully happy with the pair of antlers that denji unwillingly brought her from the store after she threatened to throw a fit in the middle of the aisle. they're decorated with little bells, and every time she nods her head, aki can visibly tell how delighted she is from the jingles that they make. she now refuses to take them off.
denji's gone for a more traditional approach, sporting a santa hat with a light up pom pom at the end.
(the hat also says "ho! ho! ho!" if the button on the left is pressed, but denji had overused it so much that aki cut it open and took out the speaker. he then burnt the speaker. denji was told told it must have broken.)
"duh, i ain’t a snitch!" denji claims, saluting his roommate with a shit-eating grin. he would snitch, aki is fully aware of that. bribe him with a lollipop or a tit squeeze? done deal.
"why are we not allowed to tell her?" power asks, fiddling with rudolph's nose on her christmas jumper.
aki audibly groans, fingers working at his temples in exasperation. "because, it’s a secret santa. we aren’t supposed to tell anyone who we got."
power's face twists in mild disgust, "what is the point of that?! just give me my present now!"
aki rolls his eyes, raking his fingers through his dark hair, "because it builds the suspense, power. do you want to have all your gifts now and have none on christmas day?"
she seems to quieten at that, closing her eyes as she mulls over his words. after three agonizing seconds of her silence and aki wondering whether it'd be easier to just throw himself out of the nearest window, power pouts and nods.
denji dramatically sighs before aki can say anything further, slapping her twice on the back in an attempt to comfort her, "i feel ya, powey."
the girl mirrors the sigh, slumping against denji as she flips aki off with a scowl.
"you should thank me, human! i will not go and tell [name] that you have her!" she declares smugly, resting her body weight on the male next to her.
aki vaguely hears "ow, fuck! power, y’re crushin’ me! how the fuck are ya so heavy?!" and a loud slap that probably came from power as he walks away.
• . ✿ ° × . *.
aki really does try his hardest to keep the secret.
he finds himself slapping a hand over denji's mouth when he almost lets it spill, and shoving a piece of food into power's when the topic of the secret santa comes up.
it's only halfway through december. he doesn't know how much longer he can keep this up. he can tell you're starting to pick up on something fishy and it's beginning to stress him out.
"and so aki has-"
"what are you doing?"
power freezes up at the sound of aki's voice, head lifting from your lap as she scrambles to defend herself.
"nothing!" she says a pitch higher than usual.
your eyes narrow at aki who sends a subtle glare in power's direction before taking a seat beside you on the couch. you're immediately taking his hand in yours, rubbing the pad of your thumb over his knuckles to soothe his anger.
the man melts so quickly that it should be embarrassing, shoulders relaxing with a simple touch.
"she was telling me about secret santa," you fill in gently, "something about who everyone has."
power wishes she was dead.
the glare that aki gives her makes certain that she'll be banned from chocolates for at least a week. that's practically the same as death.
"was she now?" aki asks, an angry rumble in his throat.
the girl is looking at anything but his face; when had the wall become so interesting? look at that, is that a new vase? what are denji's pornos doing on the floor-
"why don't you tell both of us, power?"
before anything else can be said, she shoots up from her spot on the couch sweating bullets.
"meowy needs to shit!" is all she says before leaving the room at hurricane speeds. (if only she were that quick to close her mouth.)
you smile, turning to look at your boyfriend with a raised eyebrow.
"so?" you question, idly threading your fingers through his.
"so, what?" aki responds.
he can tell from the way a small laugh escapes those pretty lips that playing dumb isn't going to work.
"nothing, just a bad day." he tries, resting his head in the crook of your neck.
"you're snapping at power because of a 'bad day'?" you state, scepticism evident in your tone. "righhhht."
aki chuckles into your flesh, placing a chaste kiss there before pulling away. "yeah, that's all."
you press a kiss to his lips, tongue swiping over his. "sure, okay. i'll let you have this one, handsome."
the edges of his mouth tip up at the nickname and silent relief fills his veins at the clarification that you won't push the matter.
"thanks, love."
• . ✿ ° × . *.
aki swears on his life that he tries his hardest to keep the secret.
it's just that denji and power are not good secret keepers. they're a pair of loudmouths who are easily bribed. if not for your presence to keep him sane, aki's sure he would have strangled denji and confiscated power's antlers. actually, he's sure that if the gift he'd gotten you wasn't so important, he'd have let his roommates tell you already.
"makima, c'monnnn! i licked the floor so ya owe me a tit squeeze!" denji whines in a kneeling position on the floor.
going out for christmas lunch with you, his two roommates and makima may be one of the best and worst decisions aki's ever made in his life.
power still has her antlers on with a scarf wrapped tightly around her neck, you had to persuade her to wear it, as she makes fun of her friend. there are still remnants of the snowball fight he was forced to engage in on her coat, and her nose is pink from the one denji threw in her face.
denji is as desperate as ever - shame didn't seem to find a place in his vocabulary. his purposefully broken santa hat is still finding a home atop his dirty blonde hair, though the pom pom looks like it's about to give up and fall off.
you on the other hand look ethereal in his eyes, a smile etched into your gorgeous features. with every small giggle that escapes your lips, aki feels his chest constrict almost painfully, heart thumping loudly within his ribcage.
you're still holding his hand; you have been for the past three hours.
"only if you tell me who aki has for secret santa, denji." makima answers, voice silky smooth.
it's meant as a joke 100%. everyone else in the room, even power, understood the joke. curse aki for forgetting denji's inability to read social cues.
"he has [name]!!"
on december 23rd, the day before christmas eve, denji tells makima who he has for secret santa in exchange for a tit squeeze. typical.
there's silence for a while. no one really knows what to say. all eyes are on the dark-haired male who genuinely seems to be in the middle of a breakdown.
denji's all frozen up and fully ready to make a run for it if needs be.
"i already know he has me, though." you say, confused.
comically, multiple heads whip towards you.
"...you do?" aki breathes, annoyance towards denji disappearing as fast as it came.
"well if you didn't already know, you suck at keeping secrets, honey. i've known for ages."
part of him feels relieved. if you already knew, then technically he didn't fuck up. technically, it didn't even count-
"it doesn't take a genius to figure it out, you know."
"for real, bro. i knew ya sucked ass like in general but not at lying as well-"
denji will be dead by morning.
BONUS:
"your secret santa gift was an engagement ring?" power asks, mortified.
"what a shitty gift!" denji pipes up, "it's not even edible- ow!"
you chuckle, fiddling with the ring that fits perfectly around your finger as aki smacks denji's arm.
"really? i think it's a wonderful gift." you muse, "it'll last way longer than food."
"so what?! food stays in your tummy forever!" power argues with her hand pointing at her stomach.
"no the fuck it doesn't! ya shit it out, duh!"
their bickering falls upon deaf ears as aki steals a sneaky kiss from you.
"merry christmas, [name]. i hope we'll spend many more together." his cheeks are definitely not dusted pink as he says that. not at all.
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LIKE A LOLLIPOP — FT. FUSHIGURO TOJI, NANAMI KENTO & GETO SUGURU
εїз summary — jjk men & what they like during a bj.
— εїз content warning — f! reader, blowjobs, praise kink, overstim, toji biting kink sorta??? use of pet names.
εїз notes — im so so sorry if this is all over the place, i had to give y’all a little something before getting swamped with homework :(( college is kicking my ass. i hope u all enjoy— and remember, reblogs & interactions are always appreciated !!!!
GETO SUGURU who likes it slow; your tongue moved smoothly from the base to the tip of him, making him throw his head back in pure bliss.
“aah—fuuuck, y/n,” he moans, resting his forearms on his forehead with his mouth held agape. at the beginning of your relationship, he used to be shameful of his loud pleads and whines, but sometimes he just couldn’t help it. your mouth felt too good, he could almost bust from the sounds of your slurping and sucking alone.
“shit, feel like m’ gonna’ cum, baby.” you pluck him from your mouth with a pop! sound before giggling and flashing an enthusiastic smile. he didn't believe there was anything else you could do to surprise him, but watching you get so giddy about sucking him up made him lose it.
“c’mon, geto. i wan’ it,” you say, slapping the tip onto your swollen lips repeatedly to get a reaction out of him. “don’t you wanna’ see me swallow every drop? c’mon n’ cum for me,” with a pout, you grab his cock quickly in your hand, jerking him rapidly. your name was being strainedly chanted from his lips as you watched his chest heave up and down as the volcano in his tummy erupted.
“gonna’ fuckin’ marry you,” he sighs, mind still clouded.
FUSHIGURO TOJI who surprisingly likes it when you use your teeth every once in a while. this all started during a heated quickie; due to a time crunch, you weren’t exactly being too mindful with your mouth. before he knew it, he felt strangely satisfied as he watched your pearly whites brush across the tender region of his tip by accident.
“ah—“ he hissed, forcing your head to rise in worry. you looked for a panicked look on his face but to your surprise you could only see him smirking down at you.
“do that again,” he utters.
“o-okay.”
you lowered your mouth back onto him and sucked some more, every now and then making your teeth graze the skin. it seemed as if the intensity of it all made toji reach his high faster.
“fuck— fuck yeah. keep goin’ m’ gonna’ cum,” he says, starting to push and fuck into your mouth as you sputtered and drooled all around him. you made sure to look into his eyes while willingly letting him have his way with you.
“love this fuckin’ mouth,” he grunts. with a few more thrusts, you could feel toji’s warmth spurt down your throat, the man’s moaning and hissing starting a pool between your legs. he eventually pulled out of your mouth leaving a suckle sound to escape your lips.
“tastes so good,” you moan, licking the sides of your mouth, “want some more.”
“don’t tempt me.”
NANAMI KENTO who loves when you keep going, even after he’s already cum.
“felt s’good, darling. always does,” he extols. spit and nanami’s mess painted your lips as you desperately tried to squeeze another one out of him, yet you still looked so stunning.
“gonna’ cum again? please, kento. i know you want to.”
as you licked and teased at his head, the hands that had earlier been on his stomach were now holding the armrests. every tiny suck sent a thrill through his already sensitive, swelling tip. nanami could feel his stomach begin to churn like it did a few moments ago, the overstimulation of your mouth on him felt almost too powerful for him to handle.
“fuck, fuck, fuck, y/n— m’ cumming. m’ cumming for you, my love— shit,” he whimpers, babbling and whispering sweet praises under his breath. you could almost laugh at how flustered he’d gotten; cheeks a light pink, nails clawing at the fabric of the furniture, and a pretty cock that still thumped in your grasp.
“i..love you.”
you giggle, “i know.”
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— Treat Me Like A Slut
cw: trans!scara , gn!reader , degrading kink , belly bulge , overstimulation , fingering , sub!scara , dom!reader , rough sex , cursing , mentions of cock/dick
summary: scara is a exclusive slut who only fcks rich people
“This is all you got?” Scara stares blankly, his tone laced with annoyance. “Look, i’m not some cheap whore just anyone can buy for a night..” Scara sighs while rolling his eyes, his patience running low.
“B-But this is all i have! Please, i’ll pay you back once i get enough cash-“
“Listen..,” Scara stands up from his seat whilst unwrapping a lollipop from a glass jar before popping it into his mouth. “I don’t know if the program told you this, but i don’t fuck with limp dick men. You either have the money or you go to some local motel and catch some deadly disease from their smelly vaginas and die.”
“B-But please.. i beg of you!” The man shouted as he dropped to his hands and knees, tears welling up in his eyes.
Scara was eating this shit up. He adored when men would beg and gravel at his feet. Unfortunately, this occurrence didn’t last long when his manger ( aka you ) showed up and escorted the man out of the building.
“Scara…” You sigh in defeat after closing the establishment doors. “Was it necessary to cause such a ruckus?”
Scara rolls his eyes before walking on over towards you and gently gazes his hand against your abs. “Wanna fuck me big boy~?”
“Don’t you’d think it be inappropriate for a manger to have intercourse with their client?” You teased, edging Scara on until he throws himself at you.
“Oh please.” Scara scoffed. “Spare me the formalities and just fuck me already.” Scara whines as he wraps his arms around your neck and brings you into a heated kiss.
The both of your tongues intertwine with each other as a string of saliva was left behind after the both of you needed a breather. “How about we finish the rest of this in my office..” Scara nods his head in agreement and wraps his legs around your waist. You carried him to your office and placed him on your desk before going back to kissing him passionately.
“W-What.. about t-the door..” Scara moaned between the wet kiss, drool escaping from the side of his mouth as he looks at you with half lidded eyes. “What if someone w-walks in on us..”
“Guess you’ll have to be quite then.” You chuckled as you slowly moved your kisses down to his neck and then his torso before reaching his clothed cunt. It was adorable seeing Scara worry about you, but you knew deep down he didn’t give two shits. He just didn’t want to share you with anyone else. Scara moaned and arches his back as you bite and suck his inner thigh, causing him to spread his legs even wider till you could see a damp spot in the middle of his panties. “You’re already this soaking wet for me?” You teased as you pinched Scara’s clothed clit.
“Y-Yes!~” Scara gasps as you slide his lavender panties to the side and already slid a finger into his silk entrance. “Nghhh-! N-Need more~” He groaned as he rocked his hips against your hand. You ignored Scara’s request as you continue to fuck him with one finger only, which eventually brings Scara to tears as he continues to beg for more of your fingers. “P-Please my cunt aches… hmmp~ pl-please- i’m so close..!”
“You look so beautiful when you’re begging like a desperate bitch.” You sigh teasingly before shoving three more fingers into his sloppy wet cunt. Scara in advance covers his mouth with his hand as he yelps from the sudden intrusion. His body goes limp as his back arches off from the wooden office desk.
Scara wishes he could protest when he suddenly felt the coil in his lower abdomen snap. “I-I’m coming! Nghhhh~ ah-“ Scara squirts all over your fingers and wrist, wetting the desk below him. His body trembles as he comes down from his orgasm. “M-More.. n-not enough..”
You tilt your head to the side as you pull your slick fingers out from Scara’s entrance. “Isn’t someone being a little too greedy..” You sigh. “I’ve already done so much for you..”
Scara scoffs as he attempts to sit up, only for his strength to deny him as he helplessly falls back down on the desk. “Y-You haven’t done jackshit..”
“Oh dear…” You ruffled Scara’s hair before standing up and removing your dress pants and boxers. “Was my fingers not enough for you?” You ask mockingly as you rubbed your tip against his wet folds.
“O-Obviously.” Scara stutters as he attempts to remain obnoxious as usual but the build up after the orgasm seeps in. Scara let’s out a soft whimper when he feels your tip pressing against his entrance, slowly but surely going inside him. Your gaze is fixated on Scara’s expressions, making sure he is completely comfortable at all times. You’re well aware that majority of your customers don’t treat your clients with the up most of care. Unintentionally whilst you were thinking of Scara well being he roughly rubbed his heel into your ass. “M-Move already!” He sneered as Scara bucks his hips against your thick cock.
In response to Scara’s disobedience, you pulled your cock all the way out till only the tip was in until slamming all of it back into him. Scara screamed as tears flooded his eyes and his jaw hanged low, leaving him speechless. “F-Fuck… you’re squeezing me..” You groaned as you threw your head back.
“S-Soo full.. nghh~!” Scara moaned as he chanted this line like a curse. His gaze shifted towards his lower abdomen as he can see the outline of your cock bulging in and out of his hypogastric. “N-Nghh… i-i’m gonna cum.. hmmp.. ahh- i’m coming-!” Scara squirted all over you again like the whore he is, spraying your belly with his clear fluids as well as your dick. “C-Cum inside me! I-I wanna feel you hot seed inside… nghh~ m-my cunt~”
You nod your head in agreement as you continue to fuck him vigorously. Thrusting your hips a few more times against Scara fat pussy has you coming instantly. Your white fluids were quickly milked away by Scara gooey walls. The feeling of fullness sent Scara into overstimulation causing him to squirt one last time, his clear fluids mixed with your white ones seeped out of his swollen red cunt. Scara pants as you slide out of him before pressing a kiss to his temple as the both of you clean up and head home.
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TEACH ME + R U SHY?
Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Reader
Word Count: 1.7 K
Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Employer/employee power imablance, seeming age gap, virgin reader, manipulation, seeming sort of dub con maybe but not really, use of the d word, nipple play, virgin kink, thigh riding, woman on top, size kink, pain with sex, the old trickeroo, use of paralytic, agent reader. Twisted porn with plot for Valentine's Day, my Loves.
A/N: Based on this askl. Based on my Candy Hearts Valentine Prompt List found Here. Hope you like it @flordeamatista 💕
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Three days of wearing your maid’s uniform tight against your braless tits and bare ass was all it took before Lloyd spoke to you, beckoning you back after you’d scurried out of the room when he entered.
He sucked on his lollipop and you let your gaze linger on his watermelon red lips. Then you licked yours.
“Want some candy, little girl?”
You smiled slightly at his joke and looked down at the open bag of sugary candy on the table.
“Go on. Take one. Any one.”
You reached out for a piece, and then drew your hand back. Then you looked at him, eyes wide.
Lloyd cocked his head at you and bent down, watermelon breath in your face.
“Aw. Are you dumb or something?”
You shook your head and cast your eyes down, biting your lip.
Lloyd tsked and then moved closer to you, reaching into the bag and searching, then taking your hand and placing the selected piece into your palm. It was chalky and white with pink writing.
R U SHY?
You looked up at him with huge doe eyes and nodded, biting your lip.
“Fuccckkkk.”
Lloyd whispered, putting his hand on your shoulder and rubbing it while looking into your eyes. You were sure you looked mesmerized.
“Little Miss Innocent. Bet you’ve never had a man touch you in your personal places before. Have you Sweetie?”
You just continued to stare up at him.
Lloyd palmed the back of your head and brought you in for a forehead kiss. You whimpered a bit.
His hands ran over your hair as you trembled at his proximity.
“These fucking little girl space buns have been driving me crazy. Along with your tits and ass.”
Lloyds eyes ran down your body.
“No underwear, Sweetie?”
“I… only have one set. And I wear those to church on Sunday.”
Lloyd’s eyes rolled.
“You’re killing me here, Sweetie. How old are you?”
“19.”
The lie rolled off your tongue smoothly.
“Shit.”
Lloyd took his lollipop and pushed it between your lips, pulling it in and out, making you fellate the candy. You gagged a little bit.
“Fuck. Are you…” He moved close to your ear. “Are you a virgin?”
You blushed and nodded, looking down at your shoes. Lloyd’s eyes lit up like he’d found buried treasure. He leaned close again.
“Do you think I’m…attractive?”
You gasped and he nodded and continued to whisper.
“I’ve seen you looking at me. You wanna know a secret?”
You nodded.
“I think you’re cute. I’ve been wanting to…”
Lloyds eyes raked down your body in the most obscene way. You shivered and the glint in his eyes told you that he caught it.
“I’ve been wanting to ask you something Sweetie. Can I… can I… kiss you?”
Lloyd had been moving closer so that his mouth was now just inches from yours.
You closed the distance like your lips were made of magnets. You moaned as Lloyd turned the innocent kiss into a lewd demonstration of his new found possession of you.
“Mmmmm. So sweet. I’d love to kiss those lips again. And so much more. I’d love to show you a lot more.”
He had you in his arms now and you were like a pliable doll under his spell.
“Would you like that?”
You reached for the bag of candy and quickly found what you wanted. You handed him the magic piece: TEACH ME.
20 minutes later, you were riding Lloyd’s right thigh, the weave in his linen pants making your clit vibrate.
Your hands desperately clutched his shirt as he had his way with you, sucking your tits, his greedy mouth and huge cock pounding next your leg as he ravaged your soul. He was very skilled.
He leaned over to whisper in your ear, but instead of sweet nothings, he growled, “You’re already ruining my pants, don’t you dare wrinkle this shirt.”
You unclenched your hands and placed them on his broad shoulders, feeling the strong bones and muscle there.
“So fucking tight. I can feel you through my pants.”
Lloyd’s hands pushed and pulled your pelvis, dragging your clit against the heavenly material of his pants and the corded muscles of his thigh.
“Get off, Sweetie. It will loosen you up when I tear you apart.”
You shuddered from his words and the cool air of the room. Your maid’s uniform was bunched around your hips and unbuttoned down to your navel; it might as well have been off. As if reading your mind, Lloyd tore it off you, sending buttons flying every which way.
“You’ll clean that up. Right?
You nodded quickly, although your muscles ached, and yet you’d trained for this moment.
You focused on your breathing, and the goals of the mission. The fact that you were enjoying this, immensely, too much, was the one thought that you put out of your mind and you were reacting as any human in this situation would: Spill your bodily fluids all over Lloyd’s impeccable white pants.
Lloyd’s sinful lips and that titty tickler mustache of his was working overtime to push you over the edge.
“I’ve wanted to taste these beauties ever since I laid eyes on them.”
Lloyd leaned down and sucked your right nipple, pulling off of it with a pop. Then leaned over to the left and bit it.
You jolted, but it did no good as Lloyd held you fast to his leg, granting you no mercy from your impending orgasm.
“I know you’re so sticky and sweet. Just like candy, yeah?”
“Want me to suck your clit like I’m sucking these titties? Yeah?”
“Want to cum for me? Get that greedy little virgin hole of yours all wet for me so I can split you open? Yeah?
Lloyd was taunting you with rhetorical questions. Of course you wanted it all.
You moaned like you’d never heard yourself before, and came, shaking and crying into Lloyd’s shoulder.
“Oh, there, there, Sweetie.”
Lloyd patted your ass as you came down.
“Suck it up and get the fuck up so that I can have that cherry of yours.”
You obeyed him on wobbly legs, watching as he disrobed and lay down on the bed.
“Now I’m gonna be nice and let your tight little pussy slide down my monster pole.”
You looked at him and silently agreed.
It was a monster’s cock.
“Get that ass over here.”
You tentatively walked toward the edge of the bed and climbed on, your legs spread to accommodate his thick thighs.
“C’mon!”
Lloyd motioned for you to move by waving his fingers. You scooted up over his bobbing cock as he started tuning your clit again.
“Go ahead Sweetie, sit on my cock. Go ahead and bite the bullet. It’s about time.”
You nodded again and took a deep breath.
Lloyd continued to finger your clit as you carefully lowered yourself onto him. You bit your lip as he entered you, and tears rolled down your face. You stopped avert about two of his nine inches breached you.
“Damn, you’re tight, Sweetie. Keep going.”
You nodded and winced as you slowly slid down his huge cock, grimacing as if in pain. A tear or two rolled down your cheeks.
The look on Lloyd’s face changed. There seemed to be a shift in his demeanor. He was hooked.
“Oh shit, Sweetie. Is my big nasty dick hurting you. Fuck, that’s so fucking sexy.”
You reached the root of his cock, you looked at him, eyes wide.
“Damn Sweetie. I love to see you ruined. Now move and give me all of that cherry.”
Lloyd grabbed your bottom and worked it as you scream- moaned into his mouth. He swallowed your emotions as he worked you until you got just a tad looser and wetter.
“Thaaaat’s it Sweetheart. Feels good, doesn’t it? Now bounce for me.”
Lloyd lay back with his hands behind his head, his biceps popping. You had to admit his body was banging.
You used it as inspiration as you bounced up and down on his thickness.
Lloyd moved his hands down to your legs, rubbing upwards..
“Looka these thighs. Like a thoroughbred. And looks these tits. Make those beauties bounce.”
He took hold of your nipples and twisted them, causing you to move more erraticly.
“They are the perfect size. I’m
Obsessed with them. Obsessed.”
Lloyd rolled his eyes and repeated the act. He looked down to see your cream seeping out around his cock,
“You like it when I touch you, yeah?”
Lloyd looked up at you from under those sinfully long eyelashes
You nodded and threw you head back as his thumbs reached the apex of your thighs, you were really feeling it now.
As you started trembling, Lloyd’s fingers worked overtime.
“Need to see you cum for me again, Sweets. Gimme.”
Greedy Lloyd got his way, and then shot off inside you, moaning and whimpering as he looked at you with those blue eyes.
You leaned down and kissed him, grabbing the cloth from the pocket of your uniform on the floor.
Lloyd’s eyes were closed so he didn’t see it coming, and you had enough chemical on it so that it made him paralyzed almost instantly.
“What, not whining like a little bitch now, Hunh, Lloyd?”
He tried to lift his hand in vain as you climbed off him. All that moved was his finger. You watched him, impressed.
“You are such a stupid asshole, Lloyd. But then again, you weren’t thinking with your brain.”
You collected the the fluids from between your legs.
You held up the vial.
“Now we have your DNA, yeah?”
Lloyds eyes glinted as you mocked him.
“So, so not smart, Lloyd, banging the 19 year old virgin maid?”
You leaned down to speak to him as drool ram out of his mouth.
“Not 19. 26, but I was a virgin. I sacrificed that arbitrary designation to get what we wanted.”
You walked to his closet and pulled out your bag, getting dressed.
“And you can call me Nine.”
You cocked your head at him.
“Too bad I’ll be far away when you can move again. Would love to give it another go.”
You looked wistfully at his body.
“Maybe some other time.”
You walked out of the door.
“Happy Valentine’s Day Lloyd.”
The salutation drifted toward Lloyd’s immobile body.
A tear of rage slid down his cheek.
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Better Off As Lovers
Patrick Stump x Reader
This was also posted on Ao3 if you prefer that platform, this whole text is the link. :)
[Summary; You and Patrick have been friends since middle school and have been going to tours with him and the band to watch their shows. At one of the shows, Patrick decides to play one unreleased song he just so happened to write for you to confess his feelings. (I dunno this is kinda the summary but I'm also dumb as shit and can't make a correct summary).
[Notes; I felt like writing a little something for him as I've been wanting to for a while now, and here it is! And honestly, guys, if I end up wring more Patrick x Reader fics they're all most likely to be song fics or fics based off of some of the music videos, sorry but man I'm a sucker for song fics.
[Warnings; Some cursing and some bickering back and forth between Pete and Y/n over stupid stuff. Really really cheesy and unrealistic ig. Also Y/n is kind of really fucking stupid as well, but for the sake of the fic.
[Word Count: 4,068 (This is literally the longest fic I've ever written oh my gods.)
<Playing- Bang The Doldrums by Fall Out Boy>
1:32 ────ㅇ────── 3:31
God, why are these tour bus seats so uncomfortable? You'd figure that because they were meant for people to sleep in, they would be more comfortable.
You get up and stretch, heading to the cupboard where the band keeps all of the snacks to look for your hidden stash in the back.
"Where the hell are they?" You say, muttering to yourself.
You continue to scrounge through the cabinet to try and find your two twin packs of Twinkies, only to give up and walk to where the boys were hanging out.
"Hey, did any of you guys eat my Twinkies?" You call out as you walk to where you can hear the boys talking; a curtain was the only thing acting as a door for the area.
Just as you open the curtain to the "room" (aka the six loft beds that were separated by just a curtain), you see Pete and Joe munching on your beloved creme-filled cakes.
"Are you kidding me?" You say, your mouth agape and eyebrows raised.
"I told you guys so."
The two boys look at each other and then at you, a twinge of fear apparent on their faces, the creme filling on the corners of their mouths, and the wrappers thrown onto the floor.
"You two so totally owe me two boxes of Twinkies, I mean it! One box from each of you two! How did you find them?! I hid them!" You flail your arms about towards the boys, the guilt becoming more apparent on Joe's face.
Pete and Joe shuffle in their spots, licking their fingers and corners of their mouths to get the creme off from their messy way of eating.
"Honestly, you're kinda bad at hiding stuff; it wasn't that hard to find them," Pete says with a shrug.
Patrick kicks his shin from where he was sitting from across, earning a hiss of pain and a dirty look from Peter.
"I'm gonna eat all of your fucking Blow-Pops." You say, leaving the sleeping area and heading back to the snack cupboard. You can hear Pete's shouts, telling you not to touch them.
Opening the cupboard, you immediately spot a party-size pack of Blow-Pops with a large piece of duct tape stuck on to the bag, big bold letters drawn with a black Sharpie reading 'PETE'S LOLLIPOPS!!! DON'T TOUCH!!!'
Pete really liked those things, and he would individually count them to keep track of how many he had, so that way, if someone decided to take one or two of them, he would know. Which is kind of insane of him now that you think about it. Actually, scratch that, Pete was insane—PERIOD!
You grab the bag and grab three handfuls of lollipops, shoving them into your hoodie pockets and putting the bag back into the cupboard.
"Give them back, Y/n!" Pete says, grabbing your shoulders just enough to keep you from moving.
"Hell no! Buy me back my Twinkies and then I might just give you all of them back." You say putting one hand into your pocket to take out a Blow-Pop.
"Those Twinkies were practically begging to be eaten by someone, man; come on, those were in there for days without being touched."
You unwrap the lollipop, pulling your hand up to pop it into your mouth, Pete's mouth falling agape as you do so.
"Was that one of the apple ones..."
You nod your head, taking it out of your mouth. "And I've still got more. And as I said, I'm not giving them back until you buy me back, my Twinkies,"
"God, fine! But promise not to eat anymore until we get to a gas station! Especially not the Apple ones!"
"Will do," You pop the Blow-Pop back into your mouth as he lets go of your shoulders, looking defeated as he walks back to the room all of the others were still in.
You smile to yourself, sitting back into the seat you were originally in.
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You and the boys get out of the bus, heading into the gas station as the drivers fuel up. You immediately head for the drink section, looking for a can of Arizona tea.
What the hell man, where are they?
You continue to look for another minute or so until you finally give up, heading to the soda section where Patrick was.
You had somewhat of a crush on Patrick. You always have to be honest.
You went to high school with Patrick, so you've known him since sophomore year. You had a lot of classes with him too and often hung out with each other both inside and outside of school, making you closer to Patrick than you were to any of the other kids and considering him your best friend.
When he first started playing with Joe and Pete and officially being in a band with them, you started going over to practices with him, getting to know the two better, and when Andy joined the band, it was the same with him.
Now that you think about it, you have no clue how liking him could have been avoided. He's sweet and smart—a little awkward at times too, but nonetheless an incredible guy.
I mean, the whole reason why you started looking into learning some music technology was so that you could be with him more often. A lot of what you started doing was to get to hang out with him more often.
"Boo!" You say, grabbing Patrick's arm gently.
"N/n, there you are," Patrick says, turning around to look at you, holding out two cans of Arizona tea to you.
"What the hell, I just spent like, two minutes looking for these; where the heck did you find them?" You chuckle, taking one of the cans.
"I'll never tell.." Patrick chuckles, a cheeky grin on his face.
"Well, thank you Patrick. I appreciate your kind gesture very much."
Andy and Joe run by you and Patrick, with Pete doing the same shortly afterwards. Some screams and laughs came with that as well. You could see the cashier trying their best to make it through all the noise, with a look on their face that could only be explained as exhaustion and frustration, clearly not wanting to be at work.
You look at Patrick and sigh, knowing that you'll have to yell at the three once again as if they were children, regardless of the fact they were all older than you and Patrick.
You walk to the snack aisle, where you can see Joe and Andy crouching down, assumingly hiding from Pete for whatever reason, and walk up behind them. Andy had a bag of skittles in his hand and a sprite in the other, while Joe carried a twin pack of Twinkies—just as you asked him for—and a bag of chips and diet coke in his arms.
"What are we hiding from?" You whisper to the two, who jump slightly and look back in response.
"Pete," Andy replies quietly.
"Well, we've gotta go; you guys will have to finish this up some other time, preferably when we aren't in a public place."
You hear footsteps from behind and stand up, turning around to see Pete walking slowly, putting a finger up to his lips as to say "don't say anything," and you shake your head and mouth, "No."
"Come on guys, go check out we need to get back on the road," you say, turning back to Andy and Joe.
Pete groans and fully stands up, Andy and Joe doing the same.
"God, you're such a grump all the time, no fun," Pete says, walking up to the cashier.
Patrick comes up from behind you, putting his hand on your back. "Is everyone ready to go?"
You blush from the contact, nodding your head in response, and walk to the register where the boys were checking out.
"No, I paid the last time. It's Andy's turn to pay now, remember?" Pete argues. The cashier looked like he was about to snap; if it was a cartoon, steam would probably be coming out of his ears right now.
"I'll pay, fine dude, just chill out," Andy says, pulling out his wallet and handing the cashier his credit card.
The cashier puts their items into a plastic bag, and Andy grabs it and leaves with the other two.
You and Patrick walk to the register, putting your items down on the counter.
"Sorry about them by the way, they get rowdy sometimes," Patrick says, attempting to break the awkwardness by making small talk, leading it to get worse.
"Your total is $9.34," the cashier says with a deadpan look on his face.
The two of you pull out your cards and look at each other. "Let me pay for it, please; you had paid the last time, and it was almost 20 dollars," Patrick says with puppy eyes.
God, this guy always knows how to get his way with that look.
"Alright then, Pat. Thank you," You thank him, putting your card away.
Patrick pays and the cashier puts our stuff into a plastic bag, handing it to him, with him thanking the guy and telling him to have a good day.
You two walk back into the bus, and Patrick places the bag on the couch in the lounge.
"Do you want both of these in the mini fridge?" Patrick asks, taking one of the tea cans out of the bag.
"I'll have one now and save the other for later, if you can put one in though, that'd be awesome."
Patrick nods and puts one can and one of his sodas in the mini fridge plugged in next to the counter where the broken toaster sat. Now that you think about it, how long has that thing been broken? Why haven't any of us bothered to replace it?
You open one of the cans, walking into the bunk area, and sit on your bunk at the top, letting your feet dangle above the middle bunk.
"Y/n, here you go," Joe says, handing me two twin packs of Twinkies.
"Thanks, Joe. Here are your Blow-Pops back dickhead," you say, taking the wrapped cakes and taking all of the blow pops out of your pocket, handing them to Pete, who was sitting next to Joe.
"Jesus, dude, how many of my fucking Blow-Pops did you take?" Pete exclaims.
"A couple handfuls, I think," you reply, taking a drink of your tea.
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"Alright guys, we've got a couple more songs to play; are you ready?" Pete shouts into his mic, earning cheers from throughout the crowd.
The boys continue playing a couple more songs.
The band had been playing for an hour and a half now, playing some of their newer songs from the newest album they were working on, those of which you had the pleasure of getting to listen to before they played them for others, as well as songs from Take This To Your Grave and From Under The Cork Tree. The crowd was singing the lyrics along with the band, enjoying all of it.
"This is the last song for tonight and is another one from the album that we're currently working on; this one me and Patrick worked on together is called Bang The Doldrums!" Pete says, wiping some of the sweat off of his forehead.
Patrick adjusts the strap of his guitar slightly, walking up to the mic. Him and Joe begin to play together, with the rest of the band joining in.
You listen to it for a bit, you hadn't recognised the name but you figured that they had probably changed it.
'I wrote a goodbye note in lipstick on your arm when you passed out,'
What the hell? I haven't heard this one yet.
'I couldn't bring myself to call, except to call it quits,'
This is great; why hadn't they shown me this one? They all sound amazing.
Patrick looks at me as he sings the next verse; his face tinted a slight red, maybe from how out of breath he was getting? God, he always looked so pretty like that.
'Best friends, ex-friends till the end, better off as lovers, and not the other way around,'
You listen to the lyrics; why did he look at me like that in that exact verse? Maybe I'm just going crazy.
'Racing through the city, windows down, in the back of yellow-checkered cars,'
You continued to listen, enjoying the sound of the way they were playing.
Then once again, Patrick looks at you, looking less nervous and giving a slight smile as he sings the same verse.
'Best friends, ex-friends till the end, better off as lovers, and not the other way around,'
You can feel your face rapidly becoming warm, oh?
You think for a bit, your mouth slightly agape as you stand still. You just hope what you think is happening and what he's implying is actually what it is. No, no way. You guys have just been friends since high school; there's no way.
'..in the back of yellow-checkered cars. You're wrong, are we all wrong?
'Best friends, ex-friends till the end, better off as lovers, and not the other way around, ex-friends till the end, better off as lovers!'
The song ends, and the band thanks the crowd before exiting the stage, allowing the stage technicians to begin striking and taking everything down.
You were still standing there as the crowd began to clear out. Shit, you should get to the boys. What do I do about how Patrick looked at me? What if I ask him about it and I'm totally wrong? Oh god, I'm screwed.
You begin to head to the door that lead to the backstage lounge, a security guard protecting it from letting anyone else in. The guard immediately notices you and lets you in.
You nervously walk to the same area that the boys were in, knocking on the door and hearing Joe shout, "Come in!"
You open the door and smile at the boys, who were sitting down, drinking water and using towels to dry themselves off.
Where's Pat?
"Hey guys! You sounded awesome tonight, what was with that last song though? I'd never heard it before." You greet, sitting down on one of the metal pull-out chairs across from everyone else.
"Thanks! We were going to show you Bang The Doldrums when we were first working on it, but about halfway through writing it Patrick had said something about waiting to play it at a gig instead, something about surprising you, I dunno," Pete says in response, taking a chug of his water bottle.
"Where is Patrick, by the way?" You ask, rubbing your hands on your thighs.
"I think he went to go and look for you actually; try ringing him or go and look for him; he's somewhere around here," Andy says.
"Shit really? I'll go try to find him now. Do you guys need anything that could be outside of this room?"
"Can you get us some more water? I'm still totally parched man," Pete asks, taking the towel he had on his shoulder to wipe his face off.
You nod and get up, leaving the room and closing the door to go and look for Patrick.
How on earth do you know where every place in this theater would be? This place is huge..
After searching around, you finally decide to go outside to check if he was in the tour bus by chance, only to see him sitting on a curb next to the door hidden from all of the different fans still exiting the venue.
"Pat? What're you doin' out here without a sweater on? It's freezing right now." You speak out, walking to where he was and sitting to the left of him.
"Oh, I went to look for you, and when I came out here, it was way cooler than it was in the theater, so I stayed out here to cool off a little bit," Patrick says, straightening his back and looking at you.
You nod in a way of understanding.
"How'd you like the show, though?" Patrick says, after a few seconds of silence.
"It was great! You guys never have a boring gig; everyone was loving it. What was the last song about though? I had never heard you guys play it up until just now." You say excitedly.
Patrick shifts slightly, looking away from you as his face flushes, now looking slightly embarrassed.
"I mean, it's not that it sounded bad or anything; it sounded great, but, during that chorus, you kept looking at me and, well," You say awkwardly, avoiding saying what you actually wanted to say.
It stayed silent for a couple of seconds before Patrick broke it.
"Sorry about that, I don't know if it made you weirded out or anything." Patrick says quietly.
"'Weirded out?' Pat I don't think you can really do anything to weird me out honestly. I didn't mind the contact all that much really." You lightly laugh, quietly mumbling the last part.
After saying that, you notice Patrick relax a bit, as if he were relieved and a little bit of a weight was off his shoulders.
"Y/n, can I tell you something?" Patrick says looking down at his shoes, his voice shaky.
"Yeah, of course," You reply, anxious for his words, yet somehow excited at the same time, wondering what they might be.
"This is going to sound so stupid, gosh. Um," Patrick chuckles, trying to calm his nerves as he twiddles his thumbs together, then proceeding with what he was saying. "I uh, would you hate me if I said that I really liked you, and not in a friend sort of way but um,"
You stay quiet for a few seconds, mouth slightly open and eyes wide. You're glad that it was dim in the little corner you two were sitting at so that he wouldn't see how red your face was turning.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anythi-" Patrick apologises before getting cut off by you.
"Patrick, don't be sorry," You say.
Patrick furrows his brows, creasing his forehead slightly, turning to look at you with confusion clear on his face.
"You have absolutely no idea how long I've waited for you to say something along the lines of that," You continue, grinning widely.
Patrick's face softened, a small smile appearing onto his face.
"So, does that mean that, well, you know," He says, looking at some cracks in the concrete, kicking at a pebble aside.
"Yeah, it means exactly that, Trick," You put your hand on his shoulder, trying to get his attention back.
He looks back at you, smiling, his eyes that you looked into so often seemed to shine brighter underneath the dim light that the venue had over the door in the back that barely showed any light where you two were sitting.
Patrick brings a hand to your face, caressing your cheek. You lean into his touch, doing the same as he did.
His eyes glance at your lips for a millisecond, quickly returning to your eyes.
"Can I kiss you?" Patrick asks quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.
You nod your head and lean in as he does, fluttering your eyes closed.
Patrick closes the gap between the both of you, his breath warm. The kiss is soft and sweet, not pressed too hard against each other but still with passion. Your lips seemed to fit perfectly with his, as if they were made specifically for the both of you and just the both of you alone.
You two pull away, pressing your foreheads together, panting ever so slightly from the lack of oxygen the both of you got during the kiss.
There was a peaceful silence for a few seconds, you swear that if it weren't for the muffled music and talking of the crowd outside Patrick would've been able to hear your heart beating out of your chest.
"God, if I knew this would be the outcome I would've told you years ago," Patrick chuckles lightly.
You smile, now realizing that this wasn't a dream and that your best friend since high school really confessed what you dreamed he would for years now. That you two really kissed and it wasn't some guy that you pretended to love in hopes of letting your feelings for Patrick disappear, and you were so glad that your mind and heart didn't let that happen.
"Oh my god finally, you two are idiots," Pete says, standing on the steps that lead to the door to get backstage.
You and Patrick quickly pull away from each other, your face burning up quickly.
"What the hell do you mean 'finally'?" You say, looking at Pete in confusion.
"We've been waiting for you two idiots to finally say something to each other for years now,"
You look at Pete for a few seconds, the cogs in your head turning.
"What?"
"I mean, you two were so painfully obvious, I'm honestly surprised that you two didn't figure it out way earlier man. Oh! Wait, wait, who confessed first? Was it you Y/n?"
Joe and Andy walk out and stand next to Pete.
"Did it finally happen? Who said it first, do you know?" Joe asks.
You and Patrick stare at each other, completely baffled.
"Was it Patrick?" Andy asks.
You flush even more, looking back at the three, then quickly looking away.
"It was totally Patrick, I called it! Come on pay up you two,"
Joe and Pete groan, taking out their wallets.
"Did you guys place bets on us?" Patrick asks, getting completely ignored by them.
"How much was it again, I don't remember it's been like 5 years now," Pete asks, looking at Andy.
"I think it was either ten or twenty,"
"Can we just say it was ten? I don't have a twenty or two tens on me and I don't want to go to the ATM tomorrow morning." Joe says, rummaging through his wallet.
"Sure that works," Pete and Joe both hand Andy one ten dollar bill each.
"What the hell, was Andy the only one that thought I would confess?" Patrick says. He seemed more upset at the fact that Pete and Joe put their bets on you confessing first rather than him.
"Come inside, it's freezing out here and we still haven't gotten our waters yet," Pete says, holding the door open for Andy and Joe.
You get up and gesture for Patrick to do the same, walking to the doorway.
"I fucking hate you and I hope you know that," You whisper to Pete jokingly, proceeding inside with Patrick and Pete behind you.
"Love you too N/n.." Pete says sarcastically, walking to the table where a load of plastic water bottles were, grabbing three of them.
"I hate him," You say, looking at Pete walk away and disappear into the room the three were in before.
"Me too sometimes but honestly if it weren't for him I probably would have never said anything," Patrick looks at you.
"What do you mean?"
"He's the one that organized the whole plan of playing Bang The Doldrums and not showing it to you until earlier during the show," Patrick answers, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Huh, he told me you said something about not showing me until now. You know, maybe I don't hate him as much anymore now."
Patrick laughs, grabbing your hand and pulling you along to the table, grabbing two bottles for himself and you.
You smile to yourself, looking at your entangled hands then at him as he walked you to the room the boys were in.
You couldn't have been happier in all the years of your life up until now, and you wouldn't change or trade it for anything in the world. You were happy that you finally got to be like this with Patrick, the boy that was always so nice to everyone no matter what, the boy that knew exactly what to say if anyone was ever down, the boy that never left you no matter how difficult or bad it got.
This was the boy that you fell in love with since the moment you saw him, and he loved you back.
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This took me forever to finish, and thank gods that I hyper fixated on FOB again (more than many times throughout the making of this fic,) because if not it wouldn't have ever gotten finished. I think I might end up writing more fics for Patrick, let me know if you would like for that to happen, send in some requests if you would like as well! Thank you for reading this seriously, regardless if your new or if you've been a follower since I started posting my fics on here, I appreciate you all for continuing to read my stuff because it makes me truly feel like I'm getting better and that people enjoy my stuff.
#patrick stump#patrick stumph#patrick stump x reader#patrick stump imagines#fob x reader#fall out boy#fall out boy x reader#fob#infinity on high#post hiatus fob#song fic#Y/n is kinda stupid#one of those oblivious towards one another types of fics i dunno man im a sucker for that shit#kinda cheesy but sweet ig#if you were looking for something more realistic then you wont ever get that with band fic i dont know what you expected man#pete wentz#joe trohman#andy hurley
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i achoo you
Pairings: Peter Parker x Wade Wilson
Summary: Peter is sick and Wade is smitten.
Whumptober prompt #26 : working to exhaustion / 'you look awful'
Notes: i love this pairing so much ill cry. (also, peter is mid 20s)
masterlist || whumptober2023
"I'm totally 100% definitely dying."
Peter stretched out on the couch, sniffling woefully. His phone was pressed against his left cheek, sticky with sweat.
"Is it that even possible?"
"Yes. Yes it is. And I've got two college essays due in this wee-ee- ACHOO"
Matt let out a laugh, "You know spiders cant actually sneeze?"
"Lucky for the-em- ACHOO"
"This is pathetic, even for you."
"Wow, thanks Red. This is the last time I ever call you for advice."
"Yet you'll call me next week over a stubbed toe no doubt."
Peter could practically hear the eye roll in his voice, frowning as shivers once again decided to wrack his body.
"I dont have any other semi-responsible friends that I can talk to, and I - I dont want to bother May -"
"Dont make me feel sorry for you, or I'll really regret sending the backup."
Peter groaned, "Oh god, who?"
"Blasphemy - and he should be arriving any time now. Foggy's just arriving at the office so I've got to go. Drink lots of water, okay?"
Matt hung up before he could answer, a knock at the door occurring seconds later.
"It's op-ehh-eehhh-ACHOO"
"Say it, don't spray it baby boy!"
Peter groaned again, louder this time, and threw his arm across his eyes. "Why you?"
"That's not a nice way to greet someone bringing you soup!"
Peter made a pathetic noise, halfway between a sniffle and a cough, moving his arm so he could sneak a peek at the merc as he made himself at home in the kitchen.
"That's a pathetic excuse for an apology, but I'm willing to accept it due to your pretty face." Wade was humming quietly to himself as he rummaged around in the cupboard, taking out a bowl with flair and transferring the soup in to it in one smooth motion.
"That wa-aa-as -" Peter paused a moment, waiting to see if the sneeze was about to escape him, continuing as the urge dissipated, "was the most elegant thing I've ever seen you do."
"I dont fuck around with my food," He replied, walking towards the couch, "Unless it's in a sexy-I'm-going-to-lick-chocolate-off-your-body-way, which I'm totally down for any time."
"Charming." Peter rolled his eyes, fighting against his tired muscles and moving into an uneasy sitting position.
"Always for you, baby b- wow. Petey pie, you look awful."
Peter let out a hoarse laugh, accepting the soup with a sarcastic smile.
"Not holding back, huh?"
Wade collapsed backwards on to the ratty futon opposite the couch, throwing his feet up on the coffee table. After wiggling in to a comfortable position, he lifted his mask to just under his nose and popped a bright pink unicorn lollipop into his mouth. "So, how did the amazing spider-man come down with the common cold? I thought you were immune to shit like that."
Peter shrugged, gulping down the soup.
Wade looked around the room for a few moments, sucking loudly on the lollipop. "How about this for a theory: you worked your pretty little butt off, on your daily patrols, part time job and now... college?"
Peter paused his eating for a moment, "Bio-chem."
"Smart and sexy, the whole package!"
"How you find me sexy right now, I have no idea."
Wade slurped extra loudly on the lollipop, looking Peter up and down. "Those hello kitty pyjama pants look good on you. Plus I can't get sick."
"Is that so?"
"Scientifically proven, baby boy. My skins so fucked up because my cells are dying and reproducing every second. Ergo, can't get sick."
"That... proven how, exactly?"
"Trial and error." At Peter's questioning look, he smirked, "There's only so many times you can regrow the majority of your body and not realise that something's funky."
"Funky is one word fo-oor-ACHOOO."
Wade jumped up from his seat, running to his bag and pulling out a disney themed box of tissues. "I came prepared!"
"Princesses? Really?"
"Yes, and look there you are!" He replied, pointing at Cinderella.
"Okay... I'm going to need an explanation."
"She's broke, you're broke. Twins!"
Peter rolled his eyes, though accepted the tissues. Wade laughed, "I guess you're just lucky that I'm here, your knight in shining armour, offering to be your sugar daddy."
"Oh god - don't phrase it like that. I've been getting by on my own just fine, tha-ahhh-ahhh-"
"Bless you."
Peter glared at him. "You jinxed me."
Wade pouted, "Want me to kiss it better?"
At this, Peter threw the tissue box, successfully hitting him in between the eyes.
"Ow!"
Peter grumbled something under his breath, placing the empty soup bowl on the table and burying himself once more into the couch.
"I take back the Cinderella comparison. You're much more like Grumpy Peg-Leg Pete."
Wade laughed at the offended noise emanating from the sofa, finishing his lollipop with a satisfied sigh and jumping up from his seat. "Well, if my assistance is no longer needed..."
"Wait."
Wade grinned, holding his hand up to his ear mockingly, "Sorry what was that? I didn't quite hear you."
Peter huffed, sticking his head fully out of his blankets, enunciating his words clearly. "Don't leave... please."
Wade's grin widened, throwing himself on to the end of the couch, grabbing Peter's feet and placing them on his lap. "I knew you needed me Petey Pie."
"How did you know," the boy replied, sarcasm strong in his tone, "I want you, I need you, oh baby, baby."
The merc's smile didn't drop, relaxing into the chair as he began massaging one of the spider's feet. "Jokes on you, your sarcasm just turns me on more."
"You're insatiable."
"For you? Yes. I'm all the big words. Unquenchable, titillated, concupiscent." He gave a look off to the side, "Thanks for the tutoring Prodigy."
"You -" Peter tried to see what he was looking at, writing it off as one of Deadpool's quirks, "whatever. You missed a word though: persistent."
"How else am I going to get you to admit your deep and passionate love for me?"
Peter rolled his eyes, though didn't offer a rebuttal, instead allowing himself to melt into the pillows as Wade's fingers methodically worked out all the tension in his feet. He let out a sigh, arm thrown over his eyes once again as he willed for the grogginess to leave.
"What's troubling you, baby boy?"
"College essay is due in three days and I still haven't started it."
"Oh?"
"'S all about chemical bonding agents and I - aaaACHOO -" He paused, using his webs to grab the tissue box from across the room and blowing his nose with a pathetic lack of energy before continuing. "I just think that if I think too long about one thing I might die."
"And you can't get an extension?"
"No."
"What about if Bea and Arthur ask?"
"You're not going to threaten my professor with your katanas."
Wade sighed dramatically, but let the issue drop. Now bored, he began to tap out the tune of Grace Kelly on Peter's legs, humming quietly under his breath.
In that moment, the weird domesticity of the scene hit the student, peaking out from under his arm to watch Wade. It felt comfortable, safe in a way that he hadn't felt since developing his powers. He felt cared for. Loved.
Eyes flaring slightly, he pushed that thought away.
"Thank you, 'Pool."
"Hm?"
"Thank you. For coming to look after me."
"Anything to spend time with you and your tight little ass, Petey!"
He snorted, rolling his eyes fondly at the intentional lewdness, gently kicking his chest with his foot. "I mean it."
Wade pressed both hands to his cheeks, shoulders raising as he let out a squeal. "Oh em gee, are you saying what I think you're saying?"
"This is what I get for trying to be serious -"
To Peter's surprise, Wade paused for a moment. When he next spoke, it was with a certain genuineness that he rarely heard from the merc. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what. There's nothing to thank."
Breath caught in his chest, Peter allowed himself to sit up, looking at Wade with new eyes. Without even realising it, his hands had moved to lie on the edges of the mask, waiting for an answer.
"Webs -"
He could feel Wade's breath brush along his palms, finally removing the mask as the merc let out a hesitant nod.
Wade's eyes were blue, deep and endlessly curious.
Mask laid to the side, Peter's eyes rushed to drink in every detail of the man's face, fingers moving across the textured surface with barely restrained admiration.
"I think you're my favourite person."
The confession escaped him, surprising even him with the certainty behind the words.
Wade's eyes sparkle when they smile.
"You're going to make me blush, baby boy."
His eyes flickered to his lips.
"Did you mean what you said... about not caring that I'm sick?"
Wade's eyes widened, wordlessly nodding.
"Good."
Their lips clashed together with unbridled passion, Peter pushing away any doubt he held on to and clinging on to Wade's deceptively strong arms for balance.
The merc met him eagerly, gleeful as he buried his hands into the boy's hair, gripping just hard enough to send a shiver down Peter's spine. At his reaction, Wade smiled, nipping at his lower lip in order to pull another delicious response from him.
The spider had to pull away first, cheeks blazing and chest heaving.
Wade moved one hand down from his hair to cup his cheek, thumb caressing the smooth skin as his eyes searched for any sign of regret. "Webs..."
"I think - I think I lo-oo-ACHOO." He quickly turned away, sneezing into his shoulder.
Wade roared with laughter, offering a tissue as Peter's blush deepened.
"I achoo you too."
#whumptober 2023#marvel#whumptober#peter parker fic#peter parker#wade wilson#peter parker x wade wilson#spideypool#spiderman#deadpool#team red#marvel fluff#fluff#whump and fluff#whump#spiderman whump
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MWMD - Hold Me Close
Steve Harrington X Virgin!Eddie Munson
Summary: Steve can't keep living on Wayne’s couch. So Eddie makes him an offer.
Word Count: 4K
Chapter: 3 of 6 CHAPTER LIST
PREVIOUS CHAPTER
Content Warnings: Explicit m/m sexual content including… Virgin Eddie Munson, Dry Humping, Coming Untouched, Coming in Pants, Minor Crossdressing (ahem, EDDIE WEARS A G-STRING), Oh no they’re both tops?! what will they do!!?!, Top Steve Harrington, Power Bottom Eddie Munson, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Nipple Clamps, Under-Negotiated Kink, Unsafe Sex, Creampie. Underage Drinking and Recreational Drug Use.
Tags: Eddie Munson lives, 5 + 1 Things, slow burn, POV Eddie Munson, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Slow Burn, Sexual Tension, Caretaking, Massages, Sharing a Bed, House Party, Play Flighting, Bros Being Bros (JK it’s very homoerotic), Halloween, Boys in Makeup, Independence Day, New Years Eve, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending
Many Ways, Many Days, to Say ‘I Love You’
MAY 18th, 1986
Steve continues to walk around the trailer with a pained look on his face, stretching and popping his back, kneading at it with his fingers, swallowing Tylenol with his morning coffee. And he continues to refuse to go back home to his own bed.
“Seriously, Munson. Not another peep from you.”
Eddie has been trying for the last half hour to convince Steve that he’ll survive overnight on his own. He’s rarely in pain anymore and he has some pretty good drugs from the doctor that he can pop if it becomes too much (although he’s been frugal, storing most of them in his little metal drug box because prescription pain meds can go for like, five bucks a pill).
“Your back has been fucked up for days, man.” Eddie puts his hands on his hips and briefly thinks about how he’s been spending so much time with Steve that he’s now adopting his mannerisms. He switches to crossing his arms over his chest instead. “You’re literally in worse shape than me now. Go home.”
Steve sighs, shrugging his vest for Family Video on overtop of a pink polo. He kind of looks like a lollipop that Eddie wants to lick. “Can I level with you, dude?”
Eddie isn’t expecting the look he receives from Steve. Up through his lashes, soft, maybe a bit embarrassed. Definitely a little timid. Eddie nods.
“I don’t really want to go home.” Steve watches as Eddie takes in the information. He furrows his brows a bit, because who wouldn’t want to go back to a four-bedroom, two-level, mini-mansion with a swimming pool, to slum it on the ancient couch inside of a cramped trailer? “I know it’s like, a lot to ask. If I can stay here. I just – this feels like home. More than my place ever did.”
Eddie gapes at him.
“But I can leave if you want me to. I know this was supposed to be – um – temporary.”
“No,” he says slowly, squinting his eyes at Harrington like he has fine print written on his face that might give Eddie more insight. “You’re telling me you want to be here, and not at your place? Not just to like, take care of me?”
Steve nods, chewing on his lip on one side.
“Why?”
Steve raises his shoulders and lets them drop back down. “I don’t get along with my parents.”
“Shit, really?”
Eddie knows all about that. He left the home he used to live in with his folks to move in with uncle Wayne. Of course, it was because they had figured out that Eddie was gay when they saw him kiss another boy on the cheek on Valentines Day. God forbid. Eddie didn’t know it was wrong at the time, but he sure figured it out pretty quickly when his parents shamed him about it everyday for the next year. He was sure Steve would never have to deal with that, but yeah, he knows what it’s like to have shitty parents.
Steve just kind of shrugs it off, like he’s marinated with the idea for long enough that it no longer phases him. “Yeah. But, like I said, I don’t want to be a nuisance or anything.”
“You’re not a nuisance.” Eddie feels kind of bad, if he made Steve feel unwelcome by trying to get him to go home. He just assumed that he’d want to leave and was taking pity on Eddie by staying. But who was he to say no if Steve liked it better in the trailer? “You can stay as long as you want, man. Wayne likes you here. This place has never been in better shape.”
It’s true. Steve has made it a bit of a routine – cleaning and patching holes and painting on his days off. Things that neither Eddie nor Wayne cared about or were capable of fixing. It was another thing that Eddie just assumed was pity, but he’s starting to learn that maybe it’s coming from a different place entirely.
Steve perks up, a bashful smile playing on his beautifully full lips.
Shit, not that Eddie is like, staring at them or anything.
“Yeah?” he asks, nudging Eddie a little too hard in the arm with his fist. Ex jock. Underestimates his own strength. “Like roommates for real?”
Eddie subtly rubs his upper arm. “Like roommates for real. On one condition.”
The excited expression wipes away from Steve’s face and is replaced by one of skepticism. “And what is that condition?”
“You take the bed.”
“No,” says Steve simply, quickly, shaking his head and grabbing his keys from the counter where he leaves them. “Nope. Nadda. Not a chance in Hell.”
“Harrington!” The trailer door swings open and slams shut behind Steve’s ridiculous (perfect) mousy brown hair before Eddie can even get a word in. He runs to unlatch the door, fumbling down the steps and onto the sharp gravel where he dances around on bare feet. “If you say no you have to go home!”
It’s an empty threat. Eddie would never kick Steve out – make him go back to his parents that he obviously doesn’t like – even if he wanted to couch-surf for the rest of his life. But Steve doesn’t need to know that.
“Well, that’s not happening,” Steve says, rounding the curve of the driveway to his shiny BMW, which sticks out like a sore thumb next to Eddie’s rust bucket that he calls a van. “I’m still a guest and I refuse to kick you out of your own goddamn bed. So I guess I’m going home.”
Eddie bristles. “For fuck’s sake, dude. What’s it gonna take?”
“You could offer me all the money in the world –” which Eddie finds hilarious because Steve already has it, “– and I still wouldn’t kick you out of your bed, Munson.” Steve folds himself into the driver’s seat of his car, turning the ignition and cranking the window down to smile up at Eddie. “Should I move out tonight, or do I have a grace period?”
Eddie knows that Steve is playing along. They are both stubborn in their own way, so arguing will probably be counterproductive. Perhaps a compromise is better.
“What if we share?”
The offer slips past his lips before he realises that – fuck – that’s really weird. He only has a double bed, which means there’s not much room. And even if there was – even if he had one of those California Kings that he’s only seen in magazines – guys don’t just share beds platonically.
He opens his mouth to retract his offer, or maybe, somehow, turn it into a joke.
But Steve always has a way of surprising Eddie. Of making him nervous beyond compare. Of making him regret the things he says, and in this case, offers.
“Yeah, okay,” he says easily like it’s the most normal suggestion he’s ever heard. It makes Eddie’s eyes bug out from his face. “I want the side closest to the door.”
Steve’s window is rolled up and his car is backing from the driveway before Eddie’s coherent enough to form a response. Mostly because he never in a million years imagined himself sharing a bed with Steve Harrington (well, he imagined it, but he never thought it would come to fruition). Partly because, perfect, he likes the side closest to the window anyway.
It’s almost alarming how quickly Steve accepted the offer. No rebuttal. No counteroffers. Just a simple yes.
It’s enough to cloud Eddie’s mind with questions like ‘what does that mean?’ and ‘what did I just do?’ as he frantically strips his bed and washes the sheets and the blankets. He even puts the fluffiest pillow on Steve’s side (oh God, Steve has a side), because he’s nice like that. Also because the flatter pillow is about a decade old and Eddie doesn’t want Steve’s face pressed into the place he’s been drooling his whole life while he’s trying to sleep.
Well, fuck, maybe he does?
Steve only has a five-hour shift, and Eddie spends the entire time cleaning his mess nervously, like Steve hadn’t been in his room that very morning, wading through the piles of both dirty and clean laundry on the floor. He clears out the top shelf of his dresser because Steve has been living out of a suitcase and it was about time that ended.
It all feels very domestic. And a little embarrassing, because he didn’t think the first time he moved into a single bedroom with someone he’d still be under the same roof as uncle Wayne.
None of that really matters though, because Steve and Eddie will only be sharing a bed in the most innocent sense of the phrase. There will be no canoodling. It’s kind of sad, but it’s the only fact that keeps Eddie from having an actual panic attack.
Two bros, sharing a bed. As they do.
Maybe it would be easier if Steve had never seen Eddie naked. If his fingers had never grazed Eddie’s junk. Maybe it would be easier if Eddie hadn’t been squeezing the shit out of the soft flesh that covers Steve’s hips just a few days ago. If he didn’t explicitly remember exactly what that felt like. Maybe it would be easier if he hasn’t gotten into the habit of panting Steve’s name right before he comes, in the very bed they’ll now be sharing.
For actual, literal, Christ’s sake.
He just hopes that he doesn’t do something stupid in his sleep, like try to make out with him or something. If that’s even something people accidently do in their sleep.
Every thought Eddie has ever had leaves his head when he hears the slam of Steve’s car door outside of the trailer. It’s impossible that it’s been five hours, but when he looks at his alarm clock, he’s proven wrong.
He can’t help but wonder if maybe it’s all too much – that it’s weird he cleared out part of his dresser and made up the bed as nice as he could manage. But there was no going back now.
“Hey, man,” Steve says as he swings open the trailer door like he really does consider it home. “What’s that smell?”
Oh, another thing. Eddie sprayed his room down with lavender fabric refresher. It’s supposed to help you sleep, and Eddie feels like he might need all the help he can get in that department. Maybe then he won’t stay up to stare at Steve all curled up next to him.
“Nothing. Uh, just laundry detergent.” It’s kind of the truth, so it works. “How was work?”
“You know, stressful as always. Rewinding people’s returns is really taxing stuff.”
“So I hear. I don’t know how you manage, day in and day out and day in…” Eddie drones on dramatically. “That’s why I’m – what do they call it? – an entrepreneur. Totally self employed, baby. Short hours, all profit –”
Steve snorts as he unpeels his banana. “Yeah. You’re rolling in the dough.”
“I do well for myself!” Eddie snaps, mocking offense. “Plus, I don’t have to pay taxes on my income.”
“And that’s not even the most illegal part about it.” Steve cocks an eyebrow.
“C’mon, Harrington, live on the edge a little bit. I’m sure Mr. Reagan will live without my yearly input of fifty dollars and ninety-two cents.”
“Stick it to the man!” Steve shouts, jabbing his banana in the air and twisting it like a knife. It’s actually kind of hot. “Right?”
“You’re learning,” Eddie says, trying to hide the fact that he’s flustered over fruit weapons. Steve could wield anything and it would be attractive. Like a frying pan, or a brass candelabra. But using his bare hands (and teeth) in the Upside Down was arguably the hottest thing Eddie had ever seen. It was that moment that really sealed the deal for him. When his crush from junior year turned into something a bit more… real.
“So, I was thinking,” Steve starts, rustling through a bag that Eddie hadn’t even noticed he’d carried in. He pulls out a VHS tape – “Critters. It looks dumb but I think you’d like it.”
He inspects the front cover, littered with little monsters with sharp teeth and bold, red lettering for the title. “That’s kind of insulting.”
“You like dumb movies.” Steve shrugs. “Like Labyrinth, and Rocky Horror –”
“Do not slander Tim Curry!” This time, Eddie’s offense is a little bit more genuine. “He’s sacred and I will not stand for it in this house.”
“Whatever.” Steve rolls his eyes. “Anyway. I thought we could watch this really amazing looking movie, and order in Chinese or pizza or something?”
Eddie pretends to think about it for a minute. “Did you bring snacks?”
The bag rustles again as Steve does more digging. He holds out a couple packages of candy. “Twizzlers and M&Ms.”
“Popcorn?”
“There’s already some in the cupboard.”
“Hmm.” Eddie scratches his chin. Steve rolls his eyes, waiting patiently for Eddie’s obvious answer. “You got yourself a deal.”
“Cool,” Steve says, heading to Eddie’s (their?) bedroom. “Wow, dude. You can see your floor.”
Eddie blushes and shrugs it off as coolly as he can manage.
Steve turns to him, pointing to the badly made bed. “You didn’t have to do all this for me.”
It’s not shocking to Eddie how obvious it was that he dejunked because of their earlier conversation. He kind of wishes there was a little bit more mystery in it, but he probably hasn’t tidied since 1984, so why else would he have done it today? “It needed to be cleaned anyway.”
‘Cleaned’ is a very loose term for what Eddie did, but at least it’s leaps and bounds better than it was when he woke up.
“It looks good.” Steve throws himself onto the bed that he’ll be sleeping on tonight (with Eddie, oh my God). He kind of rolls to the centre of it where it’s sunken. It’s an old mattress. “Smells good, too. Lavender?”
“Yeah.” Eddie chews on his lip, staring at how big Steve looks on the double mattress. All sprawled and consuming. He wonders how they’ll both fit on there, and it dawns on him just how close they’ll have to be.
Not that he minds, like, at all.
“That’s why,” Steve says in a way that makes it seem like he’s answering a question he’s asked in his head a million times. Internal and without explanation. It makes Eddie a bit nervous, like maybe he should be embarrassed about something if Steve’s been thinking about it.
“That’s why, what?”
“Why you always smell like lavender,” he explains, tucking his arms behind his head. “I always thought it was an oil or something, but I never saw one in the bathroom. But it’s just your bed.”
“I smell like lavender?”
“Yeah. When you don’t reek of pot and menthols.”
And the warm feeling that Eddie was experiencing is gone.
“Shut up,” he says, kicking at Steve’s foot that’s hanging from the end of the bed. “Are we watching the movie or not?”
That’s exactly what they do, popping popcorn and tossing it in a ridiculous amount of melted butter and salt. Eddie holds the bowl in his lap and each time Steve reaches over for a handful he can’t help but let his mind wander a little bit. Not that he’s a pervert or anything. It’s just been a really long time since another guy has been reaching into his lap for any reason. A really long time, as in a couple of years, and even then it was just the once.
They pause the movie halfway through when the food is delivered, which is fine because the movie is shit. But Steve’s right, it’s shit in the way that Eddie loves. The way where he’s laughing instead of jumping at the scenes that are meant to be scary.
Either way, he’s smiling by the time the credits roll and so is Steve.
“It was like Gremlins, but less scary.”
“Less scary?” Eddie asks. “You find Gremlins scary?”
“They’re pretty scary, dude.” Steve gets up from the couch and stretches, exposing a strip of skin that Eddie definitely doesn’t stare at. “Why do you think I call the kids gremlins? Terrifying.”
Eddie snorts at that, pointedly making eye contact instead of letting them drop lower (again). “Those brats are worse than any horror movie.”
“You’re telling me,” says Steve, picking up the empty dishes from the coffee table and carrying them the short distance to the sink. He washes them quickly, then dries them, and places them back into the cupboard where they belong. If it had been Eddie, they would have been left in the sink until the morning, or maybe until the next afternoon. If Steve stays much longer, Wayne is going to expect Eddie to start upping his game. “Bedtime?”
Eddie checks his watch and it’s only just past 9pm. But Steve looks at him so expectantly that he finds himself nodding. And truthfully, there are way worse things that laying next to Steve in his bed before he falls asleep.
They do their normal routine, brushing their teeth and their hair. Steve uses a fancy cleanser on his skin that he forced Eddie to never tell anyone about (“I have skin problems if I don’t use it, okay?”), and Eddie just uses a bar of glycerine soap. The cheapest kind from the general store. Maybe that’s why Eddie still gets pimples on his chin at the ripe age of twenty.
When they get to Eddie’s room, he can’t help but stand awkwardly and wonder what the hell he’s supposed to wear to bed. He’s usually a boxers only type of guy, but Steve has always worn sweats and a t-shirt when he’s sleeping on the couch. Eddie doesn’t even own sweatpants, but he might have a pair of PJ pants that he got from Uncle Wayne one Christmas shoved to the back of one of his drawers. They have a pattern of little frogs playing guitars and that’s just fucking embarrassing to wear in front of a guy like Steve Harrington.
He doesn’t have to wonder for long, because Steve starts stripping himself down to a single layer. Eddie averts his eyes as heat radiates into his chest and cheeks. Maybe now it would be extra weird if he just wore his boxers to bed. Since, like, Steve was already doing it.
“It’s nice to finally ditch those sweatpants,” Steve says, kicking his jeans ungracefully from one of his feet. “It gets unbearably hot at night.”
“Yeah. I mean, you could have – you didn’t have to –” Eddie struggles to find the right words. “No one would have blamed you for ditching them, man.”
“I know. It would just be a little awkward to have my junk almost out in front of your uncle.” Steve points to his crotch as if Eddie doesn’t know what he’s talking about. And when he does, Eddie’s eyes flick downwards.
Who can blame him? Steve just drew attention to it.
And yeah, his dick is clothed, but he’s only wearing these tiny tighty-whities that really leave, like, zero up to the imagination. Eddie can see the angle that Steve’s dick is resting at in his briefs. And he can tell that he’s – well – he’s circumcised. And even though Steve’s dick is soft, it’s um. Ample. Thick. And – and…
Jesus Christ.
Steve crawls into Eddie’s bed – the side closest to the door, with the fluffy pillow. “You good?”
Eddie’s brain is moving about as fast as a sloth in sand – meaning not very fast at all. So he says, “Act cool,” aloud, because that’s what he’s thinking. And then he smacks his palm to his forehead and says, “I mean, I’m cool. I’m all good,” like that might fix his blunder, even though it very much does not.
“Well, cool.” Steve says, smiling. “Are you gonna stand there all night, or are you coming to bed?” He pats the comforter next to him.
Eddie squeaks a noise that really doesn’t sound like him at all. He resents his vocal chords for betraying him at a time like this. He strips down to his boxers and is really thankful that they’re a lot looser than Steve’s briefs. Because he’s slightly chubbed, and Steve had seen his dick enough times that he’d know.
He crawls into the sheets, trying to keep a healthy distance between him and Steve. But Steve is fucking manspreading onto Eddie’s half of the mattress, so his thigh and shoulder ends up pressed against Steve’s skin anyway.
It’s not helping his little situation. His dick kicks up disobediently. Thank fuck Eddie is under the cover of a blanket.
“Geez, man. Move over,” he says, not because he doesn’t like it, but because he likes it a little too much.
“I can’t help it!” Steve wiggles a couple of inches away, but not enough to stop himself from touching Eddie. “Your bed is small, Munson.”
“Would you prefer a king-sized mattress for the king himself? I’m sorry you must reduce yourself to a double, my liege. How will you survive?”
“Shut up, man.” Steve smacks Eddie. Eddie smacks Steve right back, a little harder. “Ouch! It doesn’t matter anyway. I can’t control where I end up once I’m sleeping.”
Eddie narrows his eyes. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying I’m a cuddler.”
“You’re telling me that now?” Eddie pretends to be horrified, even though the thought of being cuddled up next to Steve is admittedly wonderful. “That’s it. I’m retracting your invitation.”
“Too late. Are you big spoon or little spoon?” Steve asks, but before Eddie has the chance to respond (which would have been a load of bullshit, because how is he supposed to know when he’s never been cuddled?), he says, “Doesn’t matter. I’m always big spoon.”
“Does that mean I’m gonna wake up to you plastered on my back?”
Steve shrugs, making the sheets under Eddie’s ear crinkle. “Better get used to the idea now.”
They banter back and forth like that for about an hour before Steve’s eyes get heavy and he finally gets consumed by sleep. Eddie stays awake for another couple after that, reading a few chapters from Return of the King (for the nineteenth time).
He only wakes up once that night, and lo and behold, Steve is wrapped around him like a koala bear. Only Eddie isn’t facing away from him – they are chest to chest. Nose to nose. More importantly, they are dick to dick. One of Steve’s legs is hiked up on top of Eddie’s, which is lodged between Steve’s thighs. Steve is pinning him down with an arm securely circled around Eddie’s shoulders. Their goddamn noses are touching. Steve is breathing into Eddie’s mouth, and it takes everything inside Eddie to refrain from sticking his tongue out to taste Steve’s lips.
But Eddie would like to reiterate that he is not a pervert.
Instead, he readjusts the best that he can (because he definitely has a boner that is definitely pressed up underneath Steve’s cock). It doesn’t help much, so he tries his hardest to keep still. Because each brush of Steve against his dick, however light, sends a thrill into his core that makes him impossibly harder than he was a minute ago. And if Steve wakes up, if Steve feels Eddie pressed into him, nearly nestled between his glorious thighs…
So Eddie practices mindful breathing. He lets himself fall back asleep after twenty excruciating minutes, still with an erection that he can’t force away. Because really, it would be rude to move out of Steve’s grasp and wake him up from such a peaceful looking slumber.
And if waking up like that becomes another strange habit over the following days – weeks – Eddie isn’t going to mention it. Of course he’s not.
Because neither is Steve.
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I saw fanart and now I’m doing a thought/prompt dump. Most of these are SoapGhost
1) Soap is a fuckin atrocious eater 😂 like man’s gets food all over his mouth (and on one occasion his hair cause he didn’t realise he had food on his hands) and Ghost finds it both wildly endearing and so so fuckin annoying. He still cleans him up anyway though
2) Soaps a brat. No question, without a doubt, he’s a brat. And Ghost lives for it. He loves pushing Soap to be as bratty as he can be just so he can turn around and teach him a lesson. Soap knows Ghost does this and sometimes he’ll up it just a touch more cause he also loves the game they play
3) Ghost finally figuring out Soap’s been proper flirting with him (and not just as a game) and freaking tf out and Soaps just there like ‘thank you for noticing my heartfelt feelings for you after so long’
4) 2022 Ghost and Soap meeting 2009 Ghost and Soap would be so funny and so chaotic and just- yes. But also, throw 2009 & 2022 Price in the mix to add on the angst of knowing the other two died and shit
5) Soap going around kissing everyone but then when he gets to Ghost and tries to give him a short kiss on the cheek the others dragging him away to thoroughly ruin him
6) Ghost using Johnny’s ass to stabilise his sniper instead of his shoulder or whatever cause ‘Johnny your muscles are getting in the way, turn around’ 🤣
7) Someone else said this once but Johnny stealing one of Ghost’s skull masks and painting it red and then claiming he’s always had it and doesn’t know why his Lt is accusing him of crime
8) Soap using Ghost as a recharge for his social battery. One small kiss or hug from the man and he’s ready to light up a room again
9) Soap’s got a hardcore oral fixation and it’s hard to find him without something in his mouth. Most times he’s got lollipops in his mouth (cause he really doesn’t wanna go through the mess of accidentally breaking a pen with his teeth again) and Ghost is so weak for it
10) Soap using Ghost’s shirts to sleep in cause they’re comfy and bigger than him (Soap loves feeling small sometimes cause he’s a big dude)
11) Alejandro locking Soap in a closet somewhere on base (cause the man wouldn’t shut the fuck up) and then having to deal with the consequences of an angry (scared) Ghost that goes on an absolute warpath thinking Soap’s been kidnapped
12) Soap being an amazing cook but none of the 141 knowing cause they pissed him off and he cooked them borderline poisonous food as revenge. They won’t let him near the kitchen now
13) This wasn’t a fanart I saw but my brain took it to these two idiots anyway. But Ghost squeezing the absolute shit out of Soap’s ass and Soap just letting him cause he’s low key proud his ass made his Lt. Act out of sorts 😂
14) Soap putting on a harsher accent when he’s shy cause he hopes to god that whoever he’s talking to will give up on trying to understand him and leaves it alone
15) Alejandro learnt one bit of Gaelic so he could swear at Soap and Soap lost his fuckin mind at him in Gaelic and Spanish. Nobody’s ever tried doing it again
16) Soap’s so fuckin pale under all that gear that if you shine a light on it directly you will be blinded
17) Ghost catfishing Soap on tinder but Soap knowing about it cause his Lt. is an idiot that’s never put a password on his phone, he’s still rolling with it cause he wants to see how far he can get
18) Ghost marks Soap up to hell and back before he goes out for drinks so people know he’s taken even if Ghost isn’t there to tell them himself
19) Soap makes random noises with literally every little thing he does (it gets worse when he’s bored) and Ghost doesn’t understand it but he finds it funny and will sometimes join in (though denies it if he’s caught)
20) Last one, Soap’s got an entire journal filled with pictures from the end of each mission and they all have little messages or the names of anyone they might’ve lost. It stays on base and hidden cause it holds a lot of value to him
#random fic prompt#fic prompt#call of duty modern warfare#ghost x soap#141 x soap#thought dump#majority based on fanart and other people’s headcanons#ghostsoap#fuck off haters#i’m looking at you die hard cod players#prompts
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UHHHHMMMM YEAAAA SOOO U R NOT GONNA TELL ME LUCKYCHARMS CURT WENT THROUGH A CASUAL BY CHAPPELL ROAN PHASE WITH BUCKY AND EXPECT ME NOT TO DEMAND ANSWERS ABOUT THAT
Alright anon…. Fine
I’m totally working out of order with my requests but i promise, I’m chugging along!!
Shoutout to Crosby for being a good roommate and bestie!
This kinda hurt my heart!!!!! :)
Also Alex I know this was u that asked this. Coward
Six months — Curt felt sick with it. He’d check his phone religiously, hoping a new text would arrive from Bucky and when it wouldn’t, his mood would reflect just that.
He’d start fights at the skate park for no real reason, even swung his cue stick at an annoying forty-something who couldn’t find anything better to do than judge of game of pool between a group of drunken college kids who were only there to have fun.
He was then banned from the only bar within walking distance with a pool table.
He laid in his dorm room, staring at the bottom of Crosby’s bunk as he contemplated sending the text.
We need to talk
Delete, delete.
Can we talk?
Delete.
“Just send it.” Crosby rolled his eyes dramatically, hopping up into his bed and draping himself over the side to watch him type another text out and delete it. “You’re both adults. Dude’s acting like a fucking child.”
Curt sighed heavily, switching the cheek in which he sucked on his lollipop. “He’s a lawyer, Harry.” He rationed, though he knew it wasn’t a decent excuse for not hearing from him for six days. “He’s just busy, m’sure.”
The last time they were together, Curt spent the whole weekend and everything was so devastatingly romantic in a way he wouldn’t expect the same person that cooked him dinner, laid Curtis down and massaged his entire body, sat with him in an obnoxiously large bathtub with champagne, to go ghost for almost an entire week.
“He’s playing the field, Biddy.” Crosby stayed where he was, hanging upside down over their bunks to watch Curt type out yet another text. “Better to get this over with now rather than later.” He’d done his fair share of back and forths. “Situationship with a man ten years your senior?” He huffed. “It’ll put you in the ward — take it from me.”
He slung himself back into his own bed, yawning loudly before he continued. “Send it. Tell him what you want out of this.” He flicked the little lamp clipped to his headboard on, a book cracked open in his lap. “Or suffer in silence, ‘cause I can’t do this shit with you anymore.”
Curt nodded slowly, having no true rebuttal as he knew full well Harry was making decent points.
“Full send.” He mumbled, thumb smashing the little blue send button, his phone tossed up to Harry into his bunk. “I ain’t lookin’. Just tell me if he responds.” He hugged his folded arms over his eyes, a loud sigh deflating him.
Five minutes passed by but to Curt it had felt like an eternity.
“Damn,” Harry opened Curt’s phone, his passcode memorized from all the times he’d hijacked Curt’s Uber account to order them rides from the bars or to drain all of his credits on his TouchTunes. “Probably waiting by the phone like you were, Biddy.”
Curt peeked from behind his arms, his voice muffled. “What’d he say?”
“He said —“ Crosby turned on his side, squinting at the screen that was spiderwebbed with cracks. “I can pick you up. Question mark.”
Another groan rolled out of him as he sat up, his hands covered in the sleeves of his sweatshirt scrubbed over his face. “Say yes. Say — uh, say yes, I’d like that, or somethin’.”
He scrambled to yank his clothes off, scuttling around to find another outfit.
“Ah, no.” Crosby laughed as he shook his head, typing out a simple and to the point ‘Ok’ and hitting send. “Let’s remember who ghosted you for a week, please. Right now, you like nothing he does.” His gaze landed on Curt who stared up at him. “Okay?”
“Okay.”
Bucky pulled up outside of the south hall where Curt climbed into his car and picked at the cuts on his knuckles. “Hey.” He said simply, looking over at Bucky who looked exhausted but still just as beautiful, his hand reached over to rest over Curt’s left thigh.
“Hey.”
Their spot wasn’t far from campus - only about a two minute drive away was an overlook near the river where Bucky put his car into park, his body turning toward Curt to really look at him. “What’s up?” He asked, biting back a yawn. “Thought you’d be getting to bed by now.”
Curt shook his head slowly, his fingertips tracing the veins in Bucky’s hand. “I couldn’t sleep.” I’ve missed you for a whole week. “Thinkin’ about you.”
If it wasn’t so dark, Curt would have seen Bucky’s cheeks and how they’d been painted all rosy. “That right?” He hooked his hand around Curt’s and pulled him into his lap. “What about me?”
Curt felt Bucky’s hands slide beneath his shirt, palms pressed to the soft and warm skin there. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t lay his heart out on the line like that so instead he kissed his lips, fingers threaded through his sleepy waves that had been in bed already, his poor brain completely obliterated by the workday.
“Oh,” Bucky whispered, “missed that.”
Then why haven’t you spoken to me?
Where have you been?
Why did you go ghost for almost an entire week?
Curt bit his tongue, too high on getting what he’s daydreamed about since the last time he felt it to sour the moment by demanding answers.
It’d dawned on Bucky rather quickly that the way Curtis tasted would stay with him for ages.
Sweet, artificial cherry where in the background somewhere a joint smoked on the sidewalk as he waited for Bucky to pick him up left its mark.
Days would pass, and Bucky could still taste him.
Curtis lingered. He made an impression, slathered over the brains of anyone he crossed paths with.
Loud, little, an electric shock to the system.
Bucky licked into his mouth, sucked on his tongue, chased the taste of him into the back of his own throat. He behaved as if he wanted to devour him. Like he’d been starved just as badly as Curtis had been.
So, why hadn’t he just said something?
Why didn’t he ask to see him?
Why, why, why?
A surge of adrenaline had woken Bucky up, his hands guiding Curt to lie his belly over the center console, his ass in Bucky’s face as Curt giggled. “Said you wanted to talk,” he whispered, pulling the elastic waistband of Curt’s sweatpants below the supple curve of his ass. “Or did you just want this?”
Curt groaned softly into the leather seat he hid his face in, his thighs spread apart as Bucky got into position between them, his tongue licking big, fat stripes over Curt’s hole that missed him so desperately.
No one, absolutely no one did it for him the way Bucky did.
His hands, his lips, his hair, his mustache that Crosby said was so Dilfy. His teeth, his eyes, his voice and the way he called Curt baby once after a bottle of wine.
He held onto it.
He replayed it over and over in his mind.
Ride that cock, baby.
Baby.
Baby.
Oh, please, can I be your baby?
“I told you,” Curt whispered softly through a moan once Bucky really began to eat him up, his thighs shaking as he rut his ass into Bucky’s face. “I missed you so much.”
Barely there, hardly audible above the obscene sounds Bucky’s mouth had been making.
A loud crack of skin pierced his eardrums, his left asscheek stinging once Bucky had pulled away and spread him just to get a look and soak him all up. “You’re just perfect,” what are you doing with someone like me? “Let me take you home with me.” His voice was rough and yet so gentle when he pulled Curt back into his lap.
Face to face again.
“I got class in the morning.”
“I’ll drop you off.”
Curt cupped Bucky’s cheeks, nodding slowly as he huffed to catch his breath. “I can’t skip.” He shuffled back into the passenger seat, his sweatpants throw into the back with his underwear, his big sweater long enough to cover him if need be. “Need this final to pass.”
Bucky had thrown it into drive faster than ever, trying his best not to become too distracted by Curtis who leaned against the passenger side door and faced Bucky as he drove, his thighs lifted and his toes curled as he fucked himself with his fingers.
“Fuck.” I’m so in love with you. “You’re filthy.” You’re too good for me.
“You want me, don’t you?” Curt shivered with another moan that ripped right through him. “Want me so fucking bad. Look at you.” He extended his leg to toe over the bulge in Bucky’s own sweatpants, his favorite ones for sleeping, not for concealing a hard-on.
Bucky stayed silent, his lip between his teeth as he drove.
“Don’t you.” Curt urged, the sole of his foot pressed against Bucky’s erection.
“Mhmm.”
Not good enough.
“Then why ain’t you talked to me for a week?” Curt was stroking himself instead, saving the fucking for Bucky.
This isn’t how he expected to ask, but some sort of confidence had taken over.
“I - I was just busy.” Bucky turned to look at Curt, his brows furrowed as he wondered how they’d so quickly ended up here. “Work, Curt.”
“You couldn’t send me a single text?”
Bucky swallowed the lump in his throat, staring at the red light that taunted him. “I — it doesn’t mean I don’t wanna see you..”
“Then why haven’t you?”
“I told you. Work.”
Curt scrambled to his knees, leaned over the console but this time it was to get closer to Bucky’s face with his own. “Try again.” His sights narrowed and his lips tugged into an annoyed grimace. “Why haven’t you?”
Bucky sat silent for awhile, driving idly as they caught every red light under the sun. “Listen — I —“ he blinked a few times, trying to arrange his thoughts “What do you want out of this, Curt?”
Caught off guard, Curtis slowly backed away from Bucky and sat on his folded legs in the passenger seat, his expression morphing from everything to nothing. “What do I want out of this?”
“Yeah, I - I mean—“ Bucky stuttered. “What do you want out of this? Out of us? Do you see this going anywhere?”
Curt was unsure how to answer that, absolutely certain that what he said next could make or break everything but he didn’t quite care.
Was Bucky who he thought he was?
Why’d he bring Curt to his home, make him dinner and eat him out like he was dessert the first night they met if there wasn’t something between them?
“These things, Curt. They get easier with age, you know..”
He wanted to throw up.
In fact, he was certain he would.
He scrambled to pull his sweatpants back on, scrapping his underwear in Bucky’s backseat. “Fuck this.” He grumbled, tugging his shoes on that were thankfully already tied. “And fuck you.”
{ending this here. Curt definitely gets out and walks back to campus but Bucky follows him all the way back and begs for him to come back and talk. Curt absolutely does not}
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Outlast - Val Headcanons [REMADE]
I reread the last one I made and it wasn't as bad as I thought, but I just thought I'd rewrite it now that I think my writing has gotten somewhat better 😬🙏 Val uses they/them and is any gender you want, albeit in the NSFW section, they have a penis. Hollllaaaa!
I tried to make this as detailed as humanly possible. I took some inspo from my Val bot who is scarily accurate...huh. A lot of these HC's, I got from talking with my Val bot :)
Once again you take the place of Blake. He should really thank me, I'm saving his ass 🤨 There is also no sexual assault from Knoth or a pregnancy. I wouldn't put you through that 😭
CW: ...This is Val. Every CW applies here rofl!! I tried to be a little more "in depth" with their personality but they are hella bare outside of being murderous, rapey and culty. Forgive me. :(
There is, obviously, a NSFW section. Trying to become more comfortable with NSFW so I can write the good shit.
How You Met
🖤 This place smelled awful. Decay and summer heat was just an awful combination; your nose stuffed itself to save you the trouble of gagging and vomiting everywhere you went.
🖤 Your helicopter had crashed, and you found yourself lucky that you didn't fall off of the cliff edge that you passed out on. Your pilot, however...was not as lucky. Gutted like a fish and eyes empty, he was not shown mercy. And you feared the person who did this.
🖤 Everyone here was crazy. They pointed at you like you were one with the undead, and they ran. Where? You didn't know. The only one brave enough to chase you was a tall woman, dragging a cross behind her and muttering passages from the holy testament. Gothic and smelling sweet despite looking sour, she scared the shit out of you.
🖤 You had been chased to a church, only for a bloated priest to touch you like a lover. Fingers fat and breath bitter, he disgusted you to the highest degree. So you kicked him and ran.
🖤 Only seconds later after jumping from a window did you hear his voice over the loudspeaker, "Kill the outsider and crush their head underneath your boot heels!"
🖤 Your lungs burned and you tasted blood, but you had to run. You would die if you didn't. And lo and behold, you were captured by Sullivan Knoth's obsessed horde.
🖤 Dirty and smelling of grime, they held you down and muttered some nonsense, but only seconds later were you rescued...or were you?
🖤 You thought you were dreaming, but several men coated in clay and sticks rushed out of the dark and shoved knives into the heads and bodies of the people holding you down.
🖤 You thought they were your saviours...only for one to take the place of the people holding you down previously. He stared at you despite his eyes being coated, and he clicked his teeth.
🖤 Moments later, a blonde walks out of the darkness, shoving their thumbs into the eyes of the remaining man, and his screams of terror invaded the air. The blonde hadn't batted an eye or even blinked, as if they were used to this.
"I watched my father fuck your God to death."
How vulgar. The voice was calm and almost quiet, but full of resentment.
🖤 Looking at them, they choked the man as they bent down, and as he breathed his last breaths, laboured, the blonde licked him like a lollipop. Like this was a game to them.
"Hush now...I want to share my love with the newcomer."
Was that you??? Oh no.
🖤 Chuckling to themselves, they rose up from the dirt, their long legs gliding them over to you, and the man above who chittered his teeth made an eager noise as they did so, their white eyes stuck onto yours.
🖤 "God doesn't love you. Not like I do."
🖤 They flawlessly straddled your waist, boots and strong thighs and calves tightening themselves around you much like a snake would do to their prey, and seconds after getting comfortable, they rushed down to your face with their tongue out.
🖤 Slimy and warm, their saliva trails down your cheek, and they pulled away with a moan before they went back down and repeated the action. This was...weird. Really fucking weird.
🖤 "Yes, my love?" They looked away from you to face the mud-coated freaks, and while they didn't speak, the person above you replied like they were having a full-on conversation. And while they were, you took a good look at them.
🖤 Blonde, obviously. The first thing you noticed about them. Gold like an angel's halo, but they were no angel. Their eyes were a shocking white with some blue within them. A beauty mark sat above their lip, and their face had looked sculpted. Flawless, even. Their cassock - you learned the name due to late night curiosity - seemed to be a dark yet dull blue, and around their neck, waist and wrist were rosaries. They seemed to have an obsession with the accessory, you think.
🖤 "I think I'll see you again." They purred, caressing your cheek before getting up to walk away, their group following. They fade into the darkness, and all you hear next is the dead silence. What the FUCK?
🖤 You're likely thinking, "why would Val leave us here??" Well. I have an explanation.
Val WANTS people to experience the idiocy that is Knoth's ideology. Run into people who share it, and you will find yourself facepalming and having to dodge machetes. They want to prove that Knoth sucks, and they WILL make you go through Hell just to prove a point, so you'll have no choice but to join them or die. Simple as. They like to think they're a safe haven.
The Journey
🖤 You suffered. A lot. Knoth's people were fucked up, and the man himself was worse. You had enough.
🖤 It took you hours to travel to the mines. You weren't going because you liked the way that the blonde had made you feel - Val, their name was - but because it was the only way out. How fun.
🖤 Heretics were eager to see you there! Because they closed every door behind you to lock you in. And they knew that they scared you, so they'd "trail" behind you and play around the barrels and varied floors of the top floor just to push you into their grasp.
🖤 It rained blood. And you heard whispers. Despite all of that, you felt at ease. Whether it was because you knew you were almost out, or because you were going to die...you didn't know. You just accepted either outcome. You were going to be free regardless of what happened.
🖤 The elevator you were forced into was very, very...well. It was an experience. A deadly one, actually! Because you had to get on your stomach to survive the fall to 800 feet below the surface.
EIGHT. HUNDRED. FEET.
🖤 The mines were...decorated quite nicely! If you're...a fan of burned corpses and torches! Also, skeletons boning. Get it? Huh? Huh? Sorry.
🖤 It smells...weird down here. Not bad, but...moist, and somewhat...smoky??? To be expected...blegh.
🖤 As usual, Heretics corner you and force you deeper into the moist caverns. Gross.
🖤 Everything down here is a hazard. But for some reason, you're still alive.
🖤 You finally drop down into some shallow water, only for the event from earlier to repeat. This time, the Heretics were women. Their voices were so...calming and soft.
🖤 Once more, Val comes out of the darkness, carrying a torch, and lacking their cassock and rosaries. This time, they look truly feral. Hair somewhat mussed and yet still so pristine, eyes wide and body coated in mud. Fake breasts sit upon their chest and a bulge of mud sits on their bottom half. Nude and yet not. Much like Eve when she wore those leaves after she ate the forbidden fruit, I suppose.
🖤 They were breathless, and you figured they were in a constant state of horniness. They always sounded breathy, like they wanted to shove their tongue down your throat.
🖤 Much like before, they caress your face, clay leaving their skin to attach to your cheek.
🖤 "We are creatures of appetite...I want to feel your hunger. I want to see your true face."
🖤 Well. Shit.
🖤 After that, you're stuck in the mines. You don't know how long you've been down there, but...Val, honestly, isn't that bad when you forget the orgies...and the murder...yeahhhhh.
General
🖤 Val would be the doting kind of lover with a hint of sarcasm. With everything that Val has been through, I like to think they've taken a humorous approach to things. They definitely roll their eyes when presented with Knoth's gospel pages.
🖤 Val despises stupidity, y'all. Leave the mines [and their love :(] if you want, but if you want to die by Marta's hand, so be it. Don't be stupid. That's all that they ask. Just don't be an idiot and you'll be fine.
🖤 Val has two modes. Feral, and calm. Calm in the streets, feral in the sheets, and the mines. Outside, they wear their cassock and their iconic rosaries and roam around with their Heretics, spreading their beliefs - LOVE SET US FREE - and shoving their thumbs into the non-believers.
Outside, they love PDA and will always keep you close. Making out is a common activity. They're almost somewhat elegant, in a way? Despite their cassock being all ripped and tattered, they look flawless.
Inside of the mines? Lord have mercy, Val loses all sense of "elegance" and become an animal. Teeth clashing, tongues wrestling, and genitals bumping into each other. Romance, am I right?
🖤 Loves the heat and finds it "hot". Because why wouldn't they. They are used to it, and will find it cute if you can't handle it. Definitely will offer to help you cool off with some swimming.
🖤 They love lazing in water. Pond, lake, whatever the depth, they will chill in it. They love to use it as an excuse to feel themselves up. Skinny dipping is common, as their territory has a river in it.
As a result, you often swim with them. They are an amazing swimmer. There's also some water inside of the mines, but it's only used on lazy days where none of you feel like going anywhere.
🖤 They also enjoy helping you "bathe". You are not bathing. You try, but they don't let you. Are you surprised?
There isn't any soap, so stagnant water will have to do. Better than nothing.
🖤 They coat themselves with mud and clay all the time. As a result, their skin is really soft. Of course, they coat you in it, too. You match. And your skin is really smooth after doing so for about a week.
🖤 Val is actually quite fond of preening. They will help you with your hair, your skin...whatever else. They'll brush your hair, style it, massage your scalp. The works.
🖤 They enjoy taking a break every once in a while. Watching the stars, talking to each other as you cuddle, or even sleeping beside one another are some of their favoured moments.
🖤 They have "mom' energy. They WILL lick their finger and wipe your face with said finger if there's something on it.
🖤 They barely go out during the day, because it is much easier to see their Heretics in the sunlight, and they can't risk Knoth or his guard dog seeing them. Night time is their favourite. The night is quiet, it's dark, and the only noises are crickets, the water outside, and moans from you. :)
🖤 You ask a lot of questions. Obviously. Like how did this feud start? Why be nude? Why is this place so...fucked up? Why lick people??
They answer every question with a chuckle, because they find your anger about this whole situation to be funny.
🖤 They love cat and mouse. If you run, they WILL catch you. They love playing games.
🖤 They enjoy physical affection more than verbal. They'd much rather hug you, or lick you, or stroke your skin. They tell you they love you of course, but physical affection is their love language.
🖤 They love your fear. They love the control of having you squirm underneath them.
🖤 They love the macabre things in life. They find beauty in body parts, bones, and shit that would freak a normal person out. Gifts from them would include arms, bones, a heart...just don't be shocked when you're randomly given someone's heart, okay??
They're quite crafty, too. So necklaces made of bone are common. A bone knife is given to you so you can defend yourself if need be, assuming you leave the mines.
An Alternate Take
🖤 Right! Leaving the mines! I've had this "idea" in my head for weeks.
So let's assume you've crashed, Knoth was creepy, you left, Val licked your face, yadda yadda yadda. Well...what if you DIDN'T try to leave Temple Gate? What if you wanted revenge?
Val had liked this. A lot. "I think I'll see you again" was right. They DID see you again. Time and time again, you were seen fighting off Knoth's people, stealing, and ruining Knoth's days. It was quite funny to witness.
🖤 Val, of course, writes you a note - with their iconic red ink - telling you to come to the mines; they have a special offer for you.
🖤 And there Val is. Outside of their mines, in their iconic cassock. With a raised brow and a suggestive smile, they cut right to the chase.
Help them bring Knoth to his knees.
🖤 You want that, sure. But with narrowed eyes, you question what this "alliance" entails. Will you be stabbed? Used as a fleshlight? What is their GOAL here?
But they assure you that no stabbing will commence unless it's a Knoth apologist. And they seemed to want to get to know you a bit more...personally.
Inside and out.
🖤 The mines and the overall area was now yours to explore, and they were more than kind to offer you their bed so that you can sleep properly. With them, of course. You're shown every shortcut, every tunnel, and Val holds your hand during the duration.
After a week, you become lovers. Well...YOU think so, anyway. Val treated and saw you like a lover the moment you accepted their proposal. You finally felt comfortable calling them your lover after a week.
🖤 Val is a very doting kind of lover. Physical affection, verbal affection and acts of service are their love languages. Very often are you swarmed with kisses, or hugged to their chest.
Val is 6'3, so they are tall.
🖤 You once convinced a courier from Knoth's circle to go into town and buy you some sweets. What really happened was Val forged Knoth's writing, and you stuck the note to the courier's door. When he came back with a bag full of sweet stuff, you knocked him out and ran with the goods.
Chocolate, lollipops, and some small cakes were devoured by you and Val as you sat on the outside of the mines on a blanket. They moaned after every bite, and they told you that they haven't had sweet stuff in awhile, except for you. Knoth hated letting people eat sweets, claiming it'd lead to "gluttony".
They are also really suggestive with lollipops, and they suggest the both of you lick one together. You know where I'm going with this. They love cherry cheesecake lollipops the most.
You also asked for some Pocky to play the Pocky game with Val, and after being informed of how to play, Val was more than eager! They deepthroated the whole thing and rushed to make out with you. Why they didn't choke, you don't know. [You DO know, you're just polite.]
🖤 Medical care does not exist in this town. No surgeons, no nurses, no doctors. Just Nurse Val. They aren't a real nurse, but they're as good as you're gonna get.
Because you're often out and about, Val is like your sweet lil' housewife waiting at home for you when they aren't doing their own thing with their Heretics. If you come back with any injury, they rush to ease your pain.
You'll sit on your shared bed, and Val will rummage through their medkit, grabbing "saline" [boiled water] in a small bottle held shut by a cork, and some bandaging. If it requires stitches, they'll use sap from trees and glue your wound shut to the best of their ability.
They love it when you injure your legs. Not because they like it when you're in pain, but because they love an excuse to sit you down and cuddle with you. They'll even carry you. Where the hell did their strength come from? You don't know.
🖤 Illness is not...REALLY common down there? Except for the obvious syphilis, heat sickness, and overall sickness from smelling decay all the time. If you have a strong immune system, you're fine.
But sometimes you'll come down with a cold, or a flu, in the colder months. And Val is more than eager to care for you, tending to you all the time. They love the excuse to lay with you and kiss your forehead. "To check your temperature", they say. Clearly.
🖤 They 100% celebrate Holidays, but in their own way. Halloween is their favourite; the Heretics go out in style every Halloween! They make their own costumes. Val goes as a vampire, and they make you your own costume so you can match.
Christmas is different. They'll use a tree, sure, but the ornaments are made of bone, and the top of the tree holds the "antichrist"; a baby doll with horns on it.
They gift you many things! Like themselves in the nude, wrapped in a ribbon. Best gift of all, no?
🖤 When you're not out and about, and you're with them, they love to coat you in mud and use it as an excuse to bond with you. Smothering in it as they lovingly ask about your day or your future plans makes them happy.
🖤 As expected, Knoth and Marta hate you. So you have to be cautious.
And because you hate them back, you're a sneaky little shit, so you spy on them whenever possible, and you were able to stop Marta's surprise ambush. The Heretics showed their appreciation, alright ;)
🖤 Life gets hectic, so you sometimes sit above the mines and watch the blood moon as blood rain pelts onto you. It's calming. You're not really alone, seeing as there's Heretics everywhere, but they're quiet and do their own thing, so you are somewhat alone.
🖤 As expected, during Marta's failed ambush, she gets taken hostage. You don't see Val for a while after. You, of course, question where they are, and the Heretics don't really say anything. They keep you busy and keep you far away from a certain part of the mines.
You feel dejected. Why wouldn't you? Val was so dedicated to you. It was to be expected, Marta and Val had history. Enemies to lovers. :(
So you'd spend your time away from the mines. You become self-aware, actually! Why ARE you sad about this?
Were you used?
Probably.
So you stay away. You barely go near the mines anymore. You now just deal with everything yourself.
Until one night, you were planning to plunder some supplies yet again, only for a bloody and muddy Val to waltz through the doors of your new abode - in the middle of a cornfield, by the way - and they looked...drunk? Happy drunk.
Marta was dead, and now it was time for Knoth.
🖤 When Knoth was killed, it was expected of Val to take the throne, and you accepted that your alliance was over with.
Just let you leave alive, and you'll never come here again.
But what surprised you is there was a throne right next to theirs. Made of sticks, mud and bone.
With your name on it.
NSFW [Under the cut cause lolz]
🖤 Val is decently sized. 6 inches.
🖤 They're a switch. They will 100% dom you and hold you down as they thrust into you, but they also love when you take the reins and ride them till sundown. Or...sunup. Either one.
🖤 Orgies are very common. Is it Tuesday? Orgy. You stole something from Knoth? Orgy. Is it rainy outside? Oh, what a shame. Orgy.
At first, Val guides you and has fun with you. Other Heretics join in eventually, but Val gets possessive after awhile.
🖤 Val loves giving and receiving oral. With a tongue like theirs? Why WOULDN'T they use it to their advantage?
To get them going, their cockhead is the most sensitive. Deepthroating makes them go feral. They find risky sex to be the MOST erotic thing. Hearing you heave for breath as they rip your head off of their dick is the hottest noise to them.
In terms of giving, they take their time at first. They want to know what makes you tic. They listen for any changes in your breathing, or for any noises that indicates pleasure.
And once they locate your sweet spot, they'll attack it with fingers and their tongue. They love your taste.
🖤 Sex, to them, is not only out of love but how they express themselves. Sex is alternatively a way to be feral. It's vulnerable and just...is everything to them.
Some days, when they're feral and needing to get their energy out, they love the mating press and doggy style. Fast and rough.
Other days, they love the lotus position. You're both close, and your heart beats alongside theirs.
🖤 They love pain as much as they love pleasure. They love to take a knife and trail it along your skin, and press down.
Tie them up. They'll be your whore for as long as you'd like.
🖤 They hate it when you're quiet. Be LOUD, baby. LOUD.
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Lloyd is the type of man to buy you a slut necklace to wear to meet your family.
༻𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭༺
he would bestie! he'd make you wear some questionable things! which is why I introduce sugardaddy! Lloyd Au!
(warnings!! implied smut!!sugardaddy stuff!lloyd being soft for reader!prude parents!!)
You had been with Lloyd for 9 months. And by technicality, you mean you signed a contract with the man and moved immediately into his house where you became his little bunny. While he was unhinged and dangerous to you, he was soft and loving. He may be violent with sex but he always made up for it with gifts.
You met him in a sleezy bar. While drowning your sorrows in the cheapest spirits the bar had to offer. You had been fired from your job. And now you had no way of making money and you were about to be kicked out of your place. While your were having a shot, a man dressed in an ugly but expensive polo shirt sat down next to you. You looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
"What's with the fierce look bunny?" You scoffed at this jerk. He was attractive even the hair on his upper lip was attractive, he had a dark look about him. Almost insane but in the glow of the bars dim lights he was just another asshole trying to hit on you. "You. What do you want? And don't call me bunny." He chuckled. "Well bunny, your boss is my friend. I'm surprised you don't recognise me."
You turned and stared at him with furrowed brows and it dawned on you. He was Lloyd Hansen he was practically the only reason that your workplace still existed. He came into your work one day and you offered him a lollipop while he waited. And you ended up striking up a conversation until he was called away.
"What do you want Lloyd? I've had a shit day." He smirked, you remembered him, he said your name and you gave him your full attention. "Listen bunny, I know you've had a hard day being fired and shit. But I want to offer something better." You ears perked up, "I'm listening." He smirk somehow got wider, planning something devious yet you were past caring. "Be my sugar baby, be my little bunny. I've had my eye on you ever since you gave me that lollipop." You thought about it, usually online they became a sexdoll but they got what they wanted, and when the sugar daddy got bored, they left with pockets full. There was nothing to loose so you agreed.
Lloyd was nothing what you'd expected, you thought he'd fuck you and ignore you to do business. Yet instead he treated you like a wife. After fucking you he'd take care of you, he'd bring you in for business, sitting pretty on his lap. A smug smile on your face when you saw your boss. Lloyd was mysterious yet, you didn't care. He loved you more than himself. Which is why you offered for him to meet your parents, and he eagerly agreed.
The morning dawned and you nudged Lloyd awake who was holding you tight against his strong body. You both got up and ate, and headed upstairs to get ready to see your parents. You went your walk in wardrobe when you heard tutting. You sound around and Lloyd walked and settled his large hands on your hips and pulled you towards him. He looked down at you, a smile tugged on his lips. He leaned down and pressed a peck on your lips.
"Ah-ah bunny. I get to dress you whenever I want. It's in the contract remember. And I'm dressing you today." You looked up at him and pouted, "But Lloyd we're seeing my parents today." He pressed his lips to yours again and pulled away. "I know baby. But my word is law you know this." You sighed and watched him pull out a short black dress that had long sleeves and puffed out at the wrist.
He then pulled out a pair of black heels, making sure the heels wasn't too big. You raised and eyebrow at him, "No underwear?" He chuckled digging through boxes of jewelry, "Not a chance bunny, I need easy access." You rolled your eyes at his horny ways. You should have known, he was definitely going to try and succeed at fucking you at your parents house.
"Ah hah!" He pulled out a box which held a necklace, he presented it to you and you gasped. It was a silver chain that glistened with diamonds but the issue was the 4 letter that were bedazzled. 'Slut.' Lloyd wanted you to wear that in front of your parents. You knew it was pointless to argue with him. You sighed and got changed as well as Lloyd. You watched him zip up his beige pants and put on a black stripped turtle neck top.
He looked amazing you won't deny it, but sometimes his need to flaunt his money through clothing would cloud his style and he'd end up with the ugliest shirts. "Can you help me put the chain on daddy?" You fluttered your eyelashes at him and he smiled softly, "Ofcourse baby bunny. Anything for you." You stood in front of him and swiped you hair out of the back of your neck. He clipped the necklace together and turned you. "Beautiful."
He leaned down a kissed you sloppily, getting your lipgloss all over you face and his. He pulled away and squeezed you ass in his hands. You looked up at him and pressed a kiss to his cheek and went to wipe away your gloss and the gloss on his lips.
When you got there you parents opened the door and Lloyd politely spoke to them, he was half in business mode and half trying to give a good impression. You sat across from them and began conversing with your mother. You watched as her eyes went down to your neck and her eyes widened and shot back up to look at you.
You kept talking trying to ignore your mother's reaction. You watched as she whispered something into your fathers ear and you grabbed Lloyds hand nervous. He squeezed back and gave you a soft smile. You heard a gasp from you dad and looked down at your meal.
"Well this was a good meal." You dad quickly said obviously uncomfortable. "I've barely even finished it." Lloyd said baffled at your fathers behaviour. "Ah sorry it's just we have another thing to do very soon. We have to cut this short." Your mother quickly interjected. Lloyd knew something was wrong.
"Ah ofcourse, we should do this another day then. I need the toilet, bunny can you show me where it is." Before your parents could interject you got up and showed him where it was. He pushed you into the toilet and locked it. He saw the tears in your eyes and how you had shed some. He wiped them away and kissed your forehead. "I'm so sorry bunny, I'm so sorry." You sniffled "is not your fault." He took your face into his hands and pecked your lips, a smirk taking over his face.
"How about we teach these prudes a lesson?" You looked at him questioningly. "Get on the counter bunny." You got on the counter next to the sink, you felt Lloyds hand sliding up your thighs. You spread your legs and closed your eyes as you watched him get on his knees, "Gonna show you how good you were bunny."
10 minutes later you left the toilet together, he held you close aware that your legs were currently jelly after the tongue lashing he gave you. You went down the stairs and opened the front door ready to leave when Lloyd left your side. He entered the room where your mother and father were. He smirked cocky making sure you heard every word.
"It was an honour to meet you, and thank you for making the most delicious meal I've ever had. Truly a pleasure." He turned on his heel and left staring at your wide eyes. "C'mon bunny let's go home. I'm sure your hungry for dessert." And with that you left your parents house no longer caring about their opinion but happy in Lloyds arms and his possessive ways. "Just so you know daddy, I love the necklace."
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Could I request L x reader who bakes? One part of my love language is gift giving but specifically giving people things I bake. This can range from cookies baked using pre-made dough to completely homemade by scratch baklava!
Anon I am foaming at the mouth. Was literally about to write something like this <3
(also I bake too so LOL—)
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Content: GN reader
Warnings: none
Notes: PURE FLUFF AS AN APOLOGY FOR MY LAST POST IM SORRY also I’m on my phone which is why my format probably looks a little weird
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Hehehe
Okay. So. First things first
This is how you’d get closer to L. Y’know the saying, “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach?” That is entirely true with L.
If you’re baking during the Kira case, I can definitely see Matsuda coming to find you and trying to steal a cookie or two and you gotta smack his hand away
Definitely helps Watari out, too. Watari doesn’t need to spend as much money on sweets or time baking anymore with you around
L gets all happy when he sees you bringing him a plate of cake, and gets even happier when he can feel the plate is a little warm, spotting the steam rising from the slice of the cake.
L loves when YOU take care of his sweet tooth. He’s always wanting you to make something
If he’s not working and you’re baking, he’s gonna come up behind you and hug you until the stuff is ready to eat
If you learn to make chocolate bars and lollipops or whatever, stuff Watari usually just buys at a store, he’s gonna propose to you right there
L hates when you give your baking to anyone else, especially if that “anyone” is Light, Misa or Matsuda. He’s actually kind of okay with sharing the desserts with Watari, Soichiro and Mogi though, but he’d prefer to keep it for himself
If you’re with him before the Kira case, and before Matt and Mello ran off, the kids’ll want you to make stuff for them too
L doesn’t like sharing desserts with them too, but they’re just kids so he’s forced to be quiet about it
His sons end up liking you more than him (Mello especially) and L is all like :/ what the fuck that’s my S/O
Watari will be your taste tester. Usually loves helping you as well. Will also try to help you in forcing L and the kids to eat actual meals (Matt and Near have less of a problem with separating from sweets, whereas Mello and L practically fight you both on it)
L will also love if you get like, cupcake flavored chapstick or any kind of sweet perfume. Cuddling and kissing are about to become a constant if you do that
L will start to call you “my little baker” and “cupcake” and “muffin.” Also, instead of calling you the light of his life, he calls you “the slice of my cake” ???
He thinks it makes sense but it doesn’t
When you gift him sweets, he may cry later about it. Obviously in the moment he wont, but later when he’s thinking about it he will
L is used to people not wanting to be around him, much less give things to him. Yeah he’s got “sons” and Watari acts like a father, but his sons don’t exactly interact with him and two of them grow to detest him. L, in reality, is a very lonely man
So for you to give him something, sweets especially, made his heart swell so much
It doesn’t matter how long you two are together. Every time you give him something, it makes him want to cry later.
He really savors the gifted sweets, eating them slower than usual. He really wants to cherish the moment
It also, strangely, makes him a lot sleepier. So once he’s done eating your gifted sweets, he’ll lean against you and fall asleep
If you gift them while he’s working on the Kira case, the Task Force are all going to be horrified at the little smile L has on his face
Its to the point that Aizawa will fucking hunt you down to make L sweets and gift them to him if L’s been in a bad mood
“I’ll even go buy the wrapping paper right now, just— please, Ryuzaki is verbally beating the shit out of Mastuda and it’s even making me wince.”
L will get upset if you comfort Matsuda while he eats the sweets you gifted him. Matsuda is fucking crying in the corner and you’re hugging him, and L is thinking fucking Matsuda…>:(while eating a cookie you gifted him
Overall this little froggy man LOVES your baking, even if its a flavor he doesn’t particularly like or if its a little burnt. It just makes him really happy knowing that you care so much for him <3
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Alright, so here's my thoughts on the new Helluva Boss episode! 😈🤠❄️
Everything’s tagged as #hb spoilers for those who haven't seen it yet!
Stolas & Stella confronting each other be like:
Ice King Andrealphus being the third fucking wheel, questioning why he even showed up, but staying for the literal tea
Stolas & Stella obviously hated each other from the get go, so yeah, he didn't betray no one (except maybe his daughter's trust)
COWBOY DADDY STRIKER STRIKES BACK!!! Still sad that Norman Reedus didn't return to voice him, but I kinda already had a feeling that he wouldn't return cuz 1) We didn't get to hear Striker in the S2 Trailer & I think it was confirmed that most of the cast had finished recording their lines for this season over a year ago and 2) It's understandable bc he's a busy man in the acting industry!
And besides, Ed's an awesome VA (especially with all the characters he's voiced so far in the Hellaverse), so I didn't really mind the recast!
"Um... sexy?" Yep, Stolas & the I.M.P crew know what's up! 😉
Wonder what other kinds of Blessed items/weapons exist! I want more lore content!!!
Not bad for an M&M themed episode!
Mixed thoughts on the Blitzø & Loona B-plot of the episode! The Sloth Ring making these two wait 5 years for a rabies shot appointment & the dumbass staff not getting "Bingo & Tuna's" names right was funny tho!
Also, fuck off Fish Karen! It's Hell, no one gives a shit and yet, you're fine with your illegitimate son insulting Blitzø to his face!
"How does one get their own theme song?" Striker unwillingly getting his own theme song was gold! It gave me "Gaston's Song" vibes and I love it!!! 👏🏼
Moxxie finally fighting his own battles (even if it's for something as simple as a hat), good for him!
So there are tinier Imps in Hell, now? Again, lore content pls!!!!
Striker's little bat-cave: "I'm just impressed you seem to want to suck your own dick so badly", 'nuff said! 🤣
The parallels of Stolas "messing around" with Striker while being held hostage, to the time Blitzø & Moxxie fucked with the government agents in "Truth Seekers" was good too! 👌🏼
Hope we get to see a Striker backstory cuz he reeeeally has some sort of grudge towards the Goetia family or any of the higher ranked demons! Wonder if Paimon had anything to do with that?
"Prepare for trouble & make it double!" Stella & Andrealphus's dynamic was funny, but slightly creepy (mostly on Andre's side towards his sister)
LEAVE MAH CHILD VIA OUTTA THIS!!!! Like she hasn't had enough shit to deal with already!
M&M HUNGRY FOR A LI'L PAYBACK!!!!
They said, no Country music for a battle theme, only Pop music!
The fight scene mixed with Loona fighting back at her shot appointment was funny!
Angel Dust vs. Sir Pentious callback?? Moxxie's definitely been taking notes from the spider boi!
We still haven't seen the last of Cowboy Daddy Striker!
Poor Loony, getting a "cone of shame". At least she got a lollipop for being a "good patient"? 🤷🏻♀️
HOW TF DID THE MEDIA FIND OUT ABOUT STOLAS GETTING ATTACKED & NEARLY KILLED???
"...He can get hurt?" Yes, Blitzø! He may be a royal demon w/phenomenal cosmic powers, but he's just as fragile and hurting on the inside, just like me & you bud (and holy weapons don't help with that fact either)!
Had to pause to look at the Stolitz texts: so they have brought up the Ozzie's incident, but apparently haven't ACTUALLY talked about it face-to-face! At least Stolas is trying to work something out & give Blitzø some space!
BLITZØ, YOU BETTER GO VISIT YOUR MAN IN THE HOSPITAL, OR SO HELP ME…!!!!!
One thing that bugged me the most is Loona not getting any lines in this episode, yet Erica still got credited?
The last episode was understandable bc Loona appeared for a few seconds in the beggining & end. But they could've at least given Loona a few lines this time around, especially given the fact that she was freaking out & didn't wanna get the shot!
Overall not exactly the best episode, but it was still alright (I just mostly missed my cowboy daddy, ok?) Hopefully, the next episode does better!!!
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