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dreamermonica · 1 year

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“how much do you love me?”

in which you question the extent of their love out of the blue.

—includes itoshi sae, itoshi rin, michael kaiser, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, barou shouei

—gender neutral reader, isagi is the only normal one AGAIN, trigger warning for kais*r himself, established relationships, fluff, crack, nagi’s got a bit too real for a sec, some swearing, yeah this is reminiscent of my most popular post on genshinblr what abt it😤

SAE surprisingly ponders your question. years of your random questions getting ignored has its effects, and it is definitely the reason you're now staring at him like a madman, ready to catch his response in an instant. oh my, you think your heart isn't ready for this. what could your lovely and handsome boyfriend say that'll effectively swoop you off your fee—

“as much as one would love a rock, i guess.”

you whine as you throw your head back in frustration, sliding off the couch dramatically, earning him a scoff. “so mean! and unromantic too! pick a disability, not multiple!”

“well, you're as dumb as a rock. can't have too much in this world, unfortunately.”

a pout makes its way to your features, before suddenly switching into a suspicious frown when you see a small smile creeping on his face.

wait...you're as dumb as a rock?

“oh...?” your face immediately looks up at him. “and how much do you love this stupid rock exactly...?”

seeing that you finally caught on his antics, a heart-fluttering chuckle escapes his lips, his eyes shut in amusement as your heart beat quickens at the melodious sound.

“a lot—as in more than anything in this world.”

RIN ignores you. acts like you never spoke in the first place. why? hah, his pride's too high for him to even properly answer that. even if he said something that's relatively joking or teasing, it'd be lying in a way, right? so what purpose would it solve in answering your question? exactly. none. so you get no response, whatsoever.

“rin-chan, answer my question, please?”

radio silence.

“rrrrrrrrrin. rinnnnnn. riiiiiiiiiiin. RIN!”

he still continues on walking, gaze still ahead whilst you struggle to waddle along with his wide strides, opting to grab his arms as to not get left behind.

“itoshi rin! just how much do you love m—”

he places his gloved hand flat against your face, shutting you up as he moves you away from his line of sight. his teal stare still bored and unbothered.

“any louder and you'll attract attention. i don't want paparazzi stuck to us for the rest of the day.”

you narrow your eyes at him as he practically drags you along, legs unable to keep up with his pace. “i don't see how that refrains you from answering my question, though.”

“i won't answer a question you already know the answer to, so shut up.”

you blink twice, swearing you just saw his cheeks go a bit red for a quick second. were you seeing things...?

KAISER, the mischief, always has to edge you on for a bit before giving you what you want. (🤨📸) it's how he functions as a partner—never failing to be an infuriating piece of shit who gets on your nerves whenever he gets a chance. what makes you think now would be an exception?

“hmm...” he hums with that annoying curl of his lips once more, feigning thoughtfulness. “what do you think?”

“more than you love yourself?” you guess expectantly.

but with how he gasps dramatically at you, all your expectations of the narcissistic king drop like dead flies. your expression must’ve also dropped without you noticing, because now, your asshole of a boyfriend is cackling at you. you mercifully resist the urge to hit his annoyingly pretty face as you pout and face away from him with a huff.

“what’s with that glare? i didn’t mean it, you know.” yet he continues to snicker like a child.

“what did i even expect from you…" you sigh, visibly deflating in disappointment as you stand up to leave. “i’m an idiot.”

“yep, you are for even believing i’d—” wrapping his arms around your frame, he pulls you onto his lap with yet another shit-eating grin of his. “—let you go like that. now gimme a kiss, chuu—”

pushing away his exaggerated puckered lips from your face, still glaring at him. “what do you say first, my liebe?”

he chuckles, half of his face flat against your palm that’s pushing him away. “i’m very sorry. i love you more than anything. well, except my side chicks—” your glare turns into a scowl. “—just kidding! i love you, baby. so much that i’d give up anything in this world just to see you smile.”

removing your hand from his face, you finally let him attack you with his kisses.

REO smugly raises his black card. well, it would’ve been a lot more cool and impressive if he didn’t practically jump out of the couch in his pajamas and full-on sprinted to his bedroom to fetch it. was he waiting for this question for a long time now?

“…what’s that have to do with—”

“i love you, as much as the amount within this baby right here. if not, then more!” he slaps the who-knows-how-much card onto the coffee table, gazing at you with excitement not much unlike a puppy waiting for the coos and praises of its owner after fetching them a stick.

adorable. so goddamn cute. ahhhhh. you want to rip your hair out.

“how long were you waiting for this moment…?” why does this scene seem so familiar?

"a long time. i saw this while reading one of the romance novels you had, and i just had to do it.” he smiles sheepishly at you. “was my excitement a dead giveaway or…?”

that explains the feeling of deja vu, then. you remember getting giddy over that specific scene. mindlessly, you snort at the fact that this man has more achievements than anyone you’ve ever known yet he’s still trying to impress you. jesus. he’s so…

you lean over to him, grasping his hand in your own. “you know, you look so kissable right now.”

he perks up immediately. “heh—then, don’t mind me if i do.”

NAGI hums, animatedly tapping away at his game, not sparing you a glance. “would it be bad if i said that question’s a hassle?”

“…? why do you think so?”

“well…you’re only asking that because you want me to say something that’ll uh…make you blush or something right?” he starts, voice remaining bored as ever. “but if i don’t manage to, you’ll be dissatisfied or even use it as leverage to get mad at me to get my attention.”

you frown. “what are you—”

“i don’t mean it in a bad way.” he finally looks at you, a bold ‘victory!’ visible on his phone screen. “it’s not that i’m not willing to indulge you—it’s just that i don’t really know how to be romantic, and i also don’t wanna make you sad so…”

you blink when he performs a beckoning motion with his fingers, silently requesting for you to come near him.

complying with a raised brow, your confusion is immediately replaced by shock, and maybe a tad bit of warmth as the tall boy’s arm wrap themselves around your form, pulling you down with him with a small ‘oof’.

“n—nagi!?” you squirm.

“i love you a lot, [name].” he nuzzles his face onto your hair, his next words a bit muffled as they left his lips. “so don’t get mad at me, please?”

how in the world are you going to get mad at this goddamn sloth when he’s acting like this??

ISAGI blinks. scanning your face for a moment for any uncertainty or insecurity that might’ve influenced your posed question. but when he finds none, redness takes control of his entire face like a infectious parasite.

“why do you want to know?” his voice is meek, most likely caught off guard by such a direct question.

“just curious.” you reply, smiling at the way he seems so wrapped up in your finger despite it being so loose. “you don’t have to answer though. it’s quite an open question—vague and has a lot of possible answers.”

he stares down at his palm, carefully planning out his next choice of words for your inquiry. he really wants to provide an answer, something that shows he’s completely confident in your relationship. but…

how much he loves you? how is he even going to start?

“i’m not really sure how to put it but,” he starts, determination on his expression as he turns to look at you. “i’m certain i love you a lot. not sure just how much exactly but…”

“if it could go by anything, i think about you so much that my first instinct in the morning is to grab my phone and text you a good morning,” he adds on while rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “i-i don’t know. was that a good way of putting it? there’s also the fact that i always unconsciously brew two coffees even when we don’t live together, and oh! there’s also that time i—”

too caught up in his mind to recount the times his love had overshadowed his rationality and normalcy, he fails to see the lovestruck gaze given by a certain someone, completely and utterly in love with the man chatting away that you could probably see hearts in those [e/c] irises.

just wait till you start on sharing your side of the relationship.

BACHIRA grins impishly as he takes out a ruler, pulling down an imaginary board from thin air whilst putting on some nerdy glasses from nowhere. he points the tip of the ruler on an equation, your face now deadpan.

what is he doing…?

“the formula for measuring my love for [name]! note; very easy!”

you snort at his antics, before deciding to play along as you nod for him to continue.

with his ever-present grin, he taps the board with his ruler, adjusting his glasses as if to catch your attention like a typical teacher. “now, [name], can you try to answer this equation for me? these glasses are kinda blurry.”

n-no teaching or guides at all? uhm, okay.

you suck in a breath, gazing at the imaginative board with an unperturbed focus.

[name]’s infinite beauty x [name]’s infinite kindess x [name]’s infinite funniness equals N…what are these variables?

this shouldn’t even be a working equation but if you’re playing with how bachira’s mind works, then…“infinite?”

“yes!" he swoops in lowly and sweeps you off your feet, a yelp escaping your lips as he lifts you up bridal style. “looks like i have to add [name]’s infinite smartness into the equation too, what do you say?”

“whatever you want. but i think i need to mention that infinity isn’t actually a number so i think you’ll have to make a different formula—”

“jokes on you, i won’t let the laws of math deter me from figuring out the estimate of my infinite love!”

BAROU sneers. making quite an ugly face that forces you to be wary if he’s about to spit in your face or not.

“hah, when and where did you hear that i, the king, loved you, a mere peasant??”

raising a brow at him, you quickly throw a glance at the bouquet of flowers delicately placed onto a polishes and refined vase, the glint of its glassy appearance reminding you who it undoubtedly came from, and whom it was given to.

“at the front of that bakery you like, around 3pm on a sunday a few weeks ago, after i gave you flowers, you replied to my confession by saying—” you’re promptly cut off as an oven mitt is unceremoniously thrown at your face.

“what the hell?” he says breathlessly, letting out an unbelieving scoff as he crosses his arms. like a tsundere. “why do you even remember all that? creep.”

“well, you see, it was the first time king barou had bared his feelings towards me. an extremely rare moment, even though we’re basically dating right now.”

his eye twitches. “WHO THE HELL SAID WE WERE DATING?!”

“eh?” your sarcasm is immediately gone. “you said you loved me back, so i thought that—”

“is that why you’re always in my goddamn house unannounced??” he cuts you off, again.

“it’s kinda late to retract my view of our status now though. your sisters really like me as your lover for some reason.”

he responds with a groan, muttering something about how his soccer is now doomed by some outsider. silly king. he doesn’t even notice that he could always kick you out, yet simply chooses not to.

no i didn’t add a part where they’d explicitly have to theoretically choose between you or soccer because lets be fr they’d all choose to kick a ball forever over some head

its 3am rn (no beta we die like men) so if theres a few typos or pronoun and grammatical errors that ive missed, please do tell me!

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dior-and-dietcoke · 2 years

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───[SEX, DRUGS & R☆CK N ROLL!]

⌗ 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 + 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝟏𝟖+, it's the 90s bc i wanted to make a joke including guns n roses, also chubby!reader, drug usage, high sex, lots of flirting, reader has a belly button piercing, inexperienced!Eddie, oral (m+f), unprotected sex, riding, creampie, mentions of voyeurism, not totally proofread, readers skin color/ethnicity is not mentioned

Eddie finally gets the courage to ask you out at the record store and expected you to turn him down but you surprisingly agreed, he invites you to smoke and listen to some music with him and after a lot of flirting and getting higher..you're suddenly making out!

✧ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 ✧ 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘!!

There she was, coming into the record store, just like he hoped.

Eddie's seen this girl..this one girl. She was always in here once a week, buying exquisite music.

Metallica, guns n roses, black sabbath, iron maiden, mötorhead so on and so on. And she looked like a total dream, tight black jeans with her thong showing over your cute pudgy tummy, decorated with a belly button piercing, a white tank top, no bra, long blood red nails and black heels. Literally the perfect woman to him, truly.

Eddie told Steve and Robin about her, so many times, everytime he saw her infact..maybe even more. And he always said "next time I'm gonna talk to her!" And he never did.

he was just scared that you would turn him down or actually already have a boyfriend and he'd beat his ass for talking to his sexy ass girlfriend, or even worse..just make fun of him and think of him as a freak like everyone else does. But Steve and Robin managed to build him up again saying "you're both into the same things, I promise the worst thing she'll say is no"

And he swore that he will talk to you this time.

And so there you were..looking through the rock section, running your sharp nails over the tapes..

the worst thing she could say was 'no' He reminded himself...

But 'no' was already bad enough.

He stood next to you looking through the same section and just said 'fuck it' once you looked at him and smiled, he smiled back and just forced words out of his dry throat "you got nice taste" he complimented and you grinned at him "thank you~" you chirped and looked him up and down, making his skin tingle a little bit with excitement and his stomach doing flips "same goes to you" you said in an almost flirty manner.

"Eddie" he said holding his ringed hand out to you, you introduced yourself back with a kind smile and he could swear he died a little once he felt your nails against his skin. There was nothing that he wanted more than have you scratch up his back with those, he swallowed hard and blinked a few times to get himself back on track

"I've seen you here a couple times, looking for something in particular?" Eddie asked as he turned to you and you did the same "yeah, I've been looking for apatite for destruction, yknow..but.." you started to continue to skim through the tapes "it seems like they don't have it.." you said a little disappointed, with the cutest pout.

You totally lied about looking for it but he didn't know that, you just knew that he definitely had it. You saw him a few times too, you always grinned to yourself when you saw him looking at you in the corner of your eye, you even bit your lip at how giddy he made you.

Of course you knew who he was, the 'freak' Eddie Munson. you went to the same school but never had classes together and barely even walked into eachother in the hallway, when you did, he was busy talking to his friends. So seeing him here made you a little excited everytime.

Eddie grinned and leaned against the table putting on his 'cool guy' act "well you're in luck, ma'am..I just so happened to have it" he said almost proudly in a calm voice. You looked back up at him through your falsies and grinned at the 'ma'am' "you do?" You asked surprised and smiled happily. He shrugged with an almost cocky grin tugging the corners of his lips up "sure do!"

You played with your hair and tilted your head "do you mind if I give you my number and we..listen to it together?"

Eddie froze at your proposition, and stumbled over his words a little as his body language became more awkward "yeah..i mean—no..I wouldn't mind at all" he laughed nervously.

you pulled out a pink pen with a fluffy end out of your purse and grabbed his hand. You took the cap off with your teeth and wrote your number down on his palm, Eddie was begging that you didn't notice how sweaty his hands were. Fucking praying.

You looked up at him and put the cap back on the pen and put it back into your purse "then..laters, Eddie" you purred in a sultry tone and waved him goodbye with your fingers in your cute n ditzy way.

Once you left he clenched his fist and celebrated quietly, he'll brag about this for months to come, he truly didn't expect that him, a loser, could get the number from the hottie at the record store..but here he was.

After two days of preparing of what to say to you and Cleaning up his room..and hiding his porn tapes he finally had the courage to call you and to his surprise you two talked for hours until you finally made plans to let him pick you up at your place and drive to his, and that's exactly what you two did.

As you two were driving you just rocked out to music and you ranted about peoples horrid clothing choices until you arrived, he absolutely adored hearing you talk about literally anything, the way you talk and carry yourself is just so cute and endearing. He cannot get enough.

"here we are." He said and opened his door to immidietly storm out and open your door, being his usual gentleman self. You flashed him a thankful smile and took the hand he reached out "thank youu~" you giggled and followed him to the trailer.

"I hope you didn't expect the suburbs" he laughed and opened the door for you again "ladies first" he smiled gently and you smiled at him, absolutely endeared. he was totally different from what people say about him, he was a sweet and just nerdy guy..and you thought that was so cute. Plus, he was more respectful than any other guy you had encountered.

"I didn't expect anything, babe..in a good way of course" you said with your glossy lips tugging back into a grin, Eddie thought he was going crazy..did you just call him 'babe'?..probably just being friendly, right? Right??

"Of course, of course" he said, a little lost and started played with his rings while looking nervously at the ground.

You looked around the place and asked "so..where's your room, eds?" Breaking him out of his trance "right!" He said and snapped his fingers at you. You laughed softly at his mannerisms and followed him as he stormed off and rolled his eyes at his own awkwardness. Usually he doesn't care that much what people think of him but..he wanted to make a good impression with you.

You reached his room and the guitar displayed infront of a mirror immediately caught your eyes. "How did you talk for hours and not tell me that you played guitar?" You asked dumbfounded and amazed before you turned to him, he shrugged, he actually didn't know the answer either..he just really liked hearing you talk. "Yeah, she's my one and only" he proudly grinned and took her off the stand to show her off more "i'm actually in a band too, y'know" he raised his eyebrows at you, hoping to impress you.

And it worked. You were really impressed, and even a little bit horny..you're just a simple girl after all, you love the boys in the bands.

"You are?!" You smiled widely and giggled. Your expression and happy tone made his chest swell up with pride "yes, ma'am" everytime he said that, you just smiled at how cute he was. You just wanted to jump him right then and there! "Maybe invite me to a band practice sometime~" you smiled all giddy and excited "I'd love to" he agreed and put his guitar back onto its stand

You suddenly grinned with something more mischievous flashing in your eyes and played with your hair again "can you like.. play it with your tongue?" Eddie looked at you for a second without saying a word and his pretty dark brown eyes wide open.

"Y'know..like slash?" You thought he didn't get your reference but his mind was just going elsewhere at your previous question. Between your legs more specifically.

He shook his head and tapped his temples "obviously! Duh! But uh..no, not yet at least" He laughed nervously and you giggled again. At this point he didn't know if you were laughing because you thought he was cute or embarrassing, making him feel even more nervous..and like a fucking virgin too, he was hard by just seeing you sitting on his bed cause now he can't stop thinking about anything else than having you pull at his hair while he eats you out and you suffocate him with those beautiful thighs of yours.

And god your body looks even prettier when you're sitting when your thighs look bigger and your tummy rolls up..he didn't know he had a thing for chubby girls..but now he definitely does.

As he got down he took out the cd and put it into the cd player. you leaned down to whisper in his ear "you told me you got weed" he chuckled "yeah I just gotta—" he gasped as he got a clear view of your tits squished up against your lap and arms one he looked back up, he could've sworn he even saw a bit of your nipples. "G-gotta get it- uh..just a sec.."

Eddie ran out to get some fresh air..or at least away from your intoxicating perfume....and your perfect tits.

He had weed already in his pocket but he just had to collect himself a bit cause he was already feeling horny without smoking, so he was just preparing himself.

When Eddie came back in he immidietly wanted to leave but also just watch you forever, you were sexily swinging your hips to the sound of paradise city. You turned around and grinned "oh hey, eds! Ya got it?" You asked happily and just closed your eyes again to continued to dance

He nodded but then realized you can't see him right now "yep—I do.." he chuckled nervously and sat down on the bed, you followed right after and crossed your legs on his bed, his eyes flickered up to you and he genuinely smiled at how you were watching him just setting everything up "you just wanna watch me?" He asked, gaining a little more confidence at how innocent you looked "mhm!" You nodded and smiled at him. Eddie never ever felt that fucking welcomed by someone, especially not by someone he just met a few days ago..but he didn't feel weird with you, you're just really ditzy in the best way possible.

While he was rolling the blunt up you couldn't help but feel a lil hot when you saw how talented he was with his fingers and how he slid his tongue along the thin paper, you gripped the sheets a little and just observed.

Once he was done he lit it up a few times between his lips and handed it to you "here ya go, dollface" his proud grin made your heart beat fast and your head get a little dizzy. "Thank you, babes" Eddie grinned again at the petname but then continued watching you wrap your glossy lips around the bud and inhale the smoke before puffing it out again. He couldn't help but just let his mind wander as he watched you. you handed the blunt back to the long haired cutie and giggled "this song is..fucking amazing"

Eddie agreed with a hum as he inhaled the smoke and passed it back to you, you couldn't explain it but..he looked crazy hot while smoking. Eddie struggled to not moan at the taste of your strawberry lipgloss now on his tongue.

After a few minutes of listening to the sexy rock music playing and feeling the high set in, you swayed back and forth to the riff of slash's guitar and the next song started playing as Eddie perked up "oh, sweet child o' mine! This is the best one, trust me" you giggled at his enthusiasm and tilted your head with your eyes closed "I trust you~" Eddie weirdly felt his heart pound at your simple statement..it wasn't anything big but..it just sounded sweet to him.

Eddie laid back on his bed, steadying himself on his elbows as he tapped his foot on the ground and handing the blunt back to you. as you took it from him, you made sure to make your skin touch his. Eddie noticed your skin touching even is his hazy mind, your skin felt so warm and soft..he still wondered how all of you felt against his skin, all of your plush, warm and soft skin.

As you looked at him, being so effortlessly hot you got an idea..so you smiled at him again "hey, Eddie?" Your voice made his closed eyes open again "yeah?" He responded, voice a little raspy making you go a little wild inside "have you ever done a headshot?"

Eddie swore his heart stopped beating or was just beating a million mph. "Never done it..no.." he gulped and dared to look up at you "why?" He asked, he already knew the answer but he wanted to hear you say it to make sure he wasnt just losing his mind.

"I wanna do it with you!" You chirped and put your fingers together, almost nervously "ya wanna?" You asked with a wide grin, Eddie nodded enthusiasticly "y-yeah, I mean..sure" he really tried not to seem as desperate as he was but it was hard "yay!" You clapped and sat closer to him, before you put the bud against your lips again, you looked at him and asked "you know how to do it, right?"

He nodded again as he sat up and took quiet breaths in and out as he felt your body warmth radiating off your skin "okay good, c'mere" you said in such a calming but sexy voice that he just immediately melted and tilted his head a bit as you moved him closer to you by your hand on his cheek.

You inhaled the smoke and he already knew he wouldn't be able to not kiss you. You got closer to his and blew the smoke into his mouth and Eddie lost it once your lips slightly brushed against his. Eddie just moved closer and pressed his lips against your sticky ones, he doesn't think he has ever kissed someone who tasted and felt this good, you immediately kissed him back.

Eddie pulled away and looked at you with hooded and slightly red eyes "is this okay?" He asked quietly as if he could scare you off with the slightest sudden moves or sounds.

You just nodded with a soft smile and kissed him again, this time your lips started actually moving making his cock was unbelievably harder, his whole skin tingled at the feeling of you.

But he needed more, he needed to touch you. So Eddie hesitantly lifted his hands and put them on your hips making your breath hitched against his skin, driving the poor metalhead even more crazy. You put your hand on his shoulder and dug your nails a bit into his skin, Eddie just started to get feral and began kissing you harder. You then licked at his lip and he didn't even hesitate to let you slip your tongue into his mouth.

He whimpered quietly and his hand went from your hips down to your ass while the other trailed up to touch your tits but he stopped at the feeling of your cotton tank top "can I.. touch them?" He asked and you bit your lip as you couldn't help but grin "please do" you said before taking your top off, leaving Eddie speechless. He didn't expect you to take your top off.

But he sure as hell didn't complain.

When you noticed that he was just staring at awkwardly opening and closing his fists, you grabbed his hands "lemme help you, babe" you whispered and pressed his rough cold ringed hand against your soft and squishy tits "holy shit.." he immediately mumbled under his breath, they felt like two of the softest pillows ever. His already tight jeans now felt so uncomfortable around his crotch, he was regretting his wardrobe choices right now..he really was. His cock was harder than it ever was and it was leaking..it just felt uncomfortable, and he wanted needed to pull it out just to jerk off, god he needed to jerk off so bad.

"Do ya like em?" You tilted your head to catch his attention, he was almost like hypnotized by your tits "are you kidding? Hell yeah."

Eddie pushed your tits together and almost moaned when he noticed how hard your nipples got, what he didn't notice though was the way you were clenching your thighs and wiggling your hips. His cold rings felt so good against your hot skin and sensitive nipples, you wanted more from his metalhead cutie.

"E-eddie.." you whined and his muscles tensed at your fucking cute voice saying his name. He looked up at you and stuttered before he actually spoke "y-yeah?.." Eddie looked like he was ready to jump you if you just asked. Just so desperate and horny "can I.. " you pouted your plump, glossy lips and shyly looked at him "touch you?"

He nervously gulped and felt his body burn red hot up to his ears "u-uh..y-yes..oh my god, yes." He huffed and you kissed him again just to push him down onto the mattress, his soft and curly hair hitting the soft pillow as you climbed ontop of him, already arching your back as his hand went into your Jean pockets and grab your ass. Eddie gasped when he felt your nails brush against his prominent bulge as you unbuckled his belt

"fuck—I can't believe this is happening.." he mumbled as you unbuttoned his jeans and pulling his pants down along with his boxers as he lifted his hips. His other hand was sweetly nestled in your hair and caressing your scalp

Your eyes widened and your excited grin turned into a surprised gape "ohh..e-eddie.." you whined and just stared at his perfect cock, it was more long than it was thick, which didn't mean that it wasn't girthy. It was a pretty pink color as a string of precum dripped down onto his stomach. And to top it all off, there was a nice happy trail and just well grommed hair above his cock, and two pretty veins running up his lenght.

"Wh-what?.." he asked nervously. Was his hair too long? Dick too small? Did he smell bad?!

"It's so...hot.." you grinned again and slowly ran your hand down his chest to grab his pretty cock, making Eddie throw his head back into his pillow and biting at his rings once you started pumping his cock up and down.

"F-fuck!" He cursed through gritted teeth "fuck! it feels so good.." he moaned, almost cried out.

His hand that was over your jeans went into them to just feel the plush flesh of your round and beautiful ass, that he may or may not have been staring at whenever you bent over a little in the shop.

"You're so hard, eds.." you pointed pit as his cock throbbed in your palm, Eddie groaned at opened his eyes to catch your pretty and hungry gaze "of course I am—fuck.." he took a deep shaky breath just just moaned halfway through the exhale "I got the hottest girl in Hawkins fucking jerking me off for fucks sake!" He whined and slightly bucked his hips into your hand.

"Shit..I wanted to fuck you for so long..do you have any idea what you fucking do to me?—fuckk.."

you were wet from the moment you stepped into his van but now you knew for a fact that you were soaking through your thong. You wanted to know. "Tell me what I do to you~" you pouted and started kissing his neck as the sound of his wet cock and your just as wet hand created downright filthy sounds alongside the tunes of guns n roses.

Eddie wanted to cry at how crazy you made him feel right now. Is he crazy or is the sexiest girl ever really jerking him off and kissing his neck all needy. "E-everytime..I saw you, I just wanted to take you home and fuck you so hard you don't even remember your own name—fuck.."

His confession made your heart and your pussy melt because..you wanted him to do the exact thing to you everytime you saw him! "Eddie, baby! I wanted the same thing!" You squealed and just played with the head of his cock. Eddie's eyes shot open "f-fucking what?"

He gasped and you grinned "mhm..I wanted you so bad..you're like the cutest guy I've ever seen!" That's something he rarely (never) heard. Especially from, again, the hottest chick in probably..all of America!

"F-fuck..are you being serious?!" He grinned and groaned as you just nodded and grabbed at his shirt to pull it over his head to continue kissing his neck and chest and let go of his poor cock.

Eddie still enjoyed your wet, messy but loving kisses along his skin, down to his pelvis. He never fucking got a blowjob before—but he's open to get one. you looked up at him with your pretty eyes "this okay?" You asked against his skin as his dick twitched against your neck. Eddie nodded and softly dug his fingers into your pretty hair, softly urging you to keep going.

You smiled happily at being able to suck your crush's cock. You didn't waste anytime and started sucking on his pulsing and salty tip. "Shitshitshit—" he chanted before gasping, moaning and mewling through his teeth as you started taking him deeper everytime his hands gripped your hair tighter, he was a mess.

"fuck—sweetheart..m gonna cum real soon" you hummed and pulled off his cock just to kiss down his cock to suck his heavy balls into your mouth as your pretty hand started stroking him again.

Eddie threw his head back and completely lost it, his hand pushed your pretty face closer into him as he came all over himself and your manicured hand.

Eddie was panting and sweating as you climbed up and kissed his slightly flushed and hot cheek "that was..the best fucking orgasm i ever had.." he chuckled.

and as you thought you two were done he suddenly pulled you against his chest and rolled over so he was ontop of you "can I eat you out?" He suddenly asked with a dead serious expression. He's never done this before either but he knew enough about pussies to know how to treat a fine lady like you.

You bit your nail with a bright grin and nodded enthusiasticly. Eddie grinned, excited to finally be in between those beautiful thighs of yours. But before he does that, he gave your tits a quick kiss and kissed down your soft tummy "fuck you're beautiful.." he mumbled, making you whine and spread your legs.

Eddie unbuckled your belt and unbuttoned your pants to pull them down and expose your dripping thong to him. He took a heavy breath and slid them to the side "y-you're so wet..god what the fuck.." he blurted out, already feeling his flaccid cock harden again.

Eddie carefully took them off and had to take another deep breath, your pussy looked like pure heaven, the color was so pretty and he could stare at it for hours. Eddie reached up to place his hands on your soft tummy, you felt his rings and wristbands pressed against your skin as his fingers caressed you as soft as he could. He kissed back down from beneath your belly button where the pretty jewel hung, and continued kissing down to your mound as his pretty brown deer eyes looked up at you, almost looking lost.

You smiled at him and burried your hands in his pretty hair to softly run your nails over his scalp, making him hum softly before going further down to kiss your clit and making you gasp and grip his hair tighter.

Eddie moved his hands up to grab at your soft thighs and spread them wider to bury himself deeper between your legs. His tongue darted out to leave small kitten licks at your clit and then move down to swipe his flat tongue through your pussy lips, collecting as much of your essence as possible while he groaned at his eyes slightly rolled back at your intoxicating taste.

The way Eddie's tongue moved felt so experimental but also so talented at the same time. "Nhh—f-feels good, Eddie.." you moaned and he knew he was fucking rock hard again.

Eddie's fingers dug deeper into your skin as his licking became more feverish and messy, you were bucking your hips into his mouth and pushed his face further onto your cunt. Eddie suddenly, is his clouded mind, got an idea. He never ate someone out before BUT he has fingered a girl before, and he was good at that (apparently)

So Eddie started sliding his fingers up and down your wet slit as he softly sucked on your clit and swirled his tongue around it. You instinctively raised your legs up, giving Eddie better access to your pussy, letting him sink his fingers into your cunt. Eddie groaned loudly at how your pussy was sucking his fingers in and pulsing around them. And the way your hips stuttered against him was absolutely adorable and made him lose his mind.

"Y-you're so hot, angel..f-fuck." He cursed and sped up with the movement of his tongue on your clit, your orgasm built up and crashed down on you. You creamed on his fingers, gripped his hair as tight as you could but..Eddie didn't mind..he fuckin' loved it when you pulled his hair.

Eddie got up from between your legs after he gave your pussy a quick but sweet kiss. "Was that good?" He asked and you laid there, drool dripping from your lips down to your neck. You nodded "mhm~" you couldn't even form words right now, he's tongue fucked you so dumb already. But he himself made you go a little bit dumb on his own so..

As Eddie got ontop of you his pretty necklace swayed around and hit his tatted chest a few times, and as your eyes got lower you noticed how hard he was again. Eddie noticed your stare and got a little embarrassed "s-sorry.." he laughed "jus' can't help it y'know?" He paused and took another good look at you "s just that..you're..fucking hot and literally perfect" you grinned at sat up, you noticed a big stain on his sheets, which was mostly drool from him.

Eddie noticed the stain too "oh—d-don't worry about it..I can just change the sheets later" he was so awkward even after he just made you cum harder than you ever came before. It was so cute, He was so cute. "Eddie" you said and he awkwardly looked up at you through his bangs while biting at his rings "yeah?" You got closer again and crawled on his lap "w-whoa—whoa.." he panicked but you kissed him to calm him down "can I ride you? I really want you inside" you begged and kissed his neck

How the fuck is he supposed to say no to that? He doesn't even want to say no. "I-i mean yeah- fuck..please ride me, baby." He whimpered and grabbed your bare and wide hips.

Eddie looked to the drawer and pointed towards it "I think I still got condoms in there, sweetheart.." you looked at the drawer and back at him "I wanna do it raw..I jus' wanna feel you, eds~" you mewled at pushed your pussy against his hot and trobbing cock.

Eddie's mind just went blank at the thought of feeling your raw pussy around his cock, he never done it raw before...you're really making him feel like a virgin here..but once again- he loved it.

Eddie nodded mindlessly, just wanting to finally be inside you "f-fuck, okay! Okay okay.. " he moaned "just..put it in, please"

You grinned and then let him lay down properly before you got comfortable and lined his head up to your pussy lips and slid it through them, up n down, up n down. It was driving him crazy. Eddie grabbed your hips tighter "baby, please just..need to fuck you" he slurred.

You lined him up to your hole and slowly slid him inside with your head thrown back and your hands on his chest, god you looked even more pretty like this..he couldn't handle it. Especially not when he's feeling your warm and tight cunt around him.

"ffuck..you feel so—" he gasped as you continued to lower yourself "so fucking good, princess.." you moaned out loud at the petname and clenched around him, head still thrown back and tits on full display for him, nipples all hard n pretty.

"E-eddie! Y-you're s-so big.." you whined "n-never had this big before" you moaned out the last word and then gasped once it was fully inside.

You lowered you head again and saw Eddie panting in biting his bottom lip as he looked at where you two were connected. His raw cock deep inside of your snug cunt. You arched your back again, starting a little movement, making Eddie hiss at the little motion. Your mouth was slightly gaping before you rubbed your lips together again, making the lipgloss even again..well as best as you could at least.

You suddenly started bouncing up and down as you steadied yourself with your hands on Eddie's chest, your eyes caught the shiny necklace again as it moved a little to your bouncing. You grinned and rolled your hips against him "ahh!—fuck! fucking- aghh.." he moaned and ran his hand up and down your sides before grabbing at your soft tits "you're fucking amazing—shit.." you grinned but that grin faltered as you got to angle yourself better on him so he hit that spot, making you moan and your pussy tingle. "Aahh! Mnhh..y-you feel so good, eds-" you cried out and hopped faster.

Fuck he did feel good, his cock was just the right amount of long and thick. He hit all the right spots, you just might be in love with Eddie!

"E-eds?" You whimpered out and catching his attention as his hand played with your tits and nipples "y-yeah?" He asked just as cute as the other times, not annoyed that you wanted to talk during sex..unlike all the other douches you thought were cuties. Eddie was so different, but good different!

While riding him harder and digging your nails into him you finally said "I think I really like you, eds~" you moaned, even sounding a little bit shy, Eddie couldn't believe what he just heard. The hottest, cutest, most interesting girl in Hawkins had a crush on Eddie munson??

He lifted his head from the mattress and looked up at you, you actually felt nervous that he would turn you down. His hands gripped your hips again and slowed you down "a-are you sure?..you like me?"

Confusion was etched onto his face very prominently, brows knitting together as his pretty brown eyes stared you down. Eddie was just being careful, he's used to girls kinda just seeing him as a joke, but he knows you're not like that. But again, just being careful. (You could also just be high out of your mind)

You nodded "of course I like you, eds" you reassured him "I think you're so cool and so sweet..you make me really happy" you confessed as you started hugging his upper body as you kept your head up to keep looking at him.

"Are you really sure? Maybe you should think this ove—" he was talking way too much, and worried even more. So you kissed him again to shut him up, Eddie just melted into the kiss and burried his hand into your hair again before he suddenly slammed you down again "you're in luck, sweetheart" he chuckled nervously and rested his forehead against yours "I really like you too" his quiet confession made you grin and grab at his shoulders "yayy~" you mindlessly babbled, he was still inside you and your shared feelings made you even more hornier.

You purposfully clenched down on his cock, making his breath hitch before he looked down at your pretty and needy face. He grabbed your hand and nodded "right.." he mumbled "didn't forget about that, sweetheart"

One thing about Eddie was that he wasn't a good dirty talker, but he could try. He was just usually more quiet during sex unless the other person said something, he'd just respond but then just continue. But you made him want to do and say horrible and nasty things, and he just wanted to make you feel good.

You spread your legs more and pulled out until only his head was inside your little cunt, just to slide back inside until you were pressed up against eachother again. Eddie groaned at how your pussy pulsed around him "you're still so fucking tight—fuck.."

Eddie was sure if heaven was a place, it was between those pretty thighs of yours. You grabbed at his arm as your thighs were shaking next to his hips "p-please move faster, eds" you moaned into his ear, making him shudder and just completely melt. Your desperate pretty voice moaning into his ear was enough to fucking kill him. Eddie nodded and began to speed this thrusts up into you, your nails scratched into his akin as your pussy barely let him move.

"G-good girl..you take me so fucking well, dont you?" He was Feeling a little confident at how desperate he got you, and apparently you liked the dirty talk, once he even said 'good girl' you clenched around him. Fuck this was so hot.

"Yeah? You like being my good girl?" He asked against your cheek before grabbing your jaw, softly just to test if you liked it. You nodded "y-yes! Yes I do" you moaned and gasped, you could feel and see tears entering your vision as Eddie talked to you and fucked you into oblivion.

"You're mine, right, baby?" You nodded again "mhm~ only eddies" you smiled, completely fucked out, you heard the bed ram against the wall but neither of you could care right now, you were so engrossed in eachother and the feeling of one another that nothing mattered, plus the feeling of being absolutely high and getting fucked made you even dumber than you already are.

Drool was slipping from your mouth and your eyes were rolling back as your mouth stayed open, but only quiet moans came out as your cunt repeatedly clenched on his sensitive cock "fuck, if you keep doing that—i-im gonna cum" you grabbed his hand and nodded while your hips pressed back against his thrusts "g-gonna cum! Gonna cum!" You chanted.

Eddie could barely concentrate when you looked so pretty when you came, but also just gripped his cock like a vice. This fucking weed was messing his brain up..or maybe it was you who was messing with his brain. Either way, he was cumming and almost panicking "s-shit, m gonna cum too, baby.." Eddie burried his face into your neck and just moaned and wailed into the mattress as your hands found his back to scratch it up. "F-fuck- do you want me to pull out?—s gonna be a-alot.." you just shook your head and let out a whiny moan "n-no! I-inside~" you begged. And Eddie just mentally said fuck it and just fucked both of you until your orgasms crash into your bodies.

"F-fuckfuckfuck.." he whimpered as he desperately kissed your neck and came deep into your poor little pussy, the feeling of being filled up triggering you own orgasm, causing you to pull him in deeper with your legs around his waist

As you two got down from your high and were breathing heavily, you pulled eddies face out from your neck to look at him, his face was flushed, eyes a little glossy as a string of spit snapped that connected him and your neck, he looked so cute and messy..

He suddenly started to smile then laugh, forcing you to laugh with him "what is it?" You asked, still really out of breath, Eddie shook his head in your hands "it's nothing.." you gave him a suspicious look, making him laugh again "it's just that...I kinda made you cum..and you said you liked me" he slid some of your hair from your face to get a better look at you "and that's like the nest thing that could happen to someone like me" he chuckled

"Baby, of course I like you..you're repeating yourself" you grinned and pulled him down to kiss you. The kiss lasted for a few seconds until Eddie pulled away to catch his breath and just look at you "should I.. pull out?" You immediately shook your head and pouted at him "no! Stay." You complained "okay, okay..anything you want ma'am.." he reassured you with a kiss to your forehead

"I wanna go watch top gun with you..it's in theaters now" you suddenly suggested, catching Eddie by surprise "like..like a date?" He asked with a dumb grin, you softly hit him on the arm "yes, dummy!" You grinned "I'd love to go on a date with you.." he grinned and then it turned a little mischievously "and make some douches jealous on the way" he mumbled, making you laugh and pull him a little bit tighter against you. He rolled over to his side and pulled you along with him

"imagine their faces when I tell them that I came inside you.." you covered you mouth with your hand and giggled "noo! You can't tell them that!" You protested "fine then.." he began and booped your nose with his "how about I just cum inside you again before we go to the movies?" You bit your bottom lip excited and nodded "okayy~"

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Flipping The Script~(TASM! Peter Parker)

Pairing: TASM! Peter Parker X Fem! reader

Summary: You’ve been in a relationship with Peter for a while, and throughout that time, you’ve always been the more dominant one in the bedroom. But, one night, Peter comes up with a few interesting ideas. And with that sloppy grin on his face, you couldn’t help but give in and hand over the reigns for a night.

Warning: 18+ FILTHY SMUT, unprotected sex (remember to wrap your willy before you fuck her silly), rough sex, swearing, basically porn with a splash of plot, light spanking, hair pulling, choking (barely), throat fucking, oral (m and r recieving), face fucking, face riding, dom!Peter (kinda), sub!reader (kinda), creampie, praise kink, Pet names (only pretty girl, pretty boy, sweetheart, and baby), small bit of fluff at the end.

Word count: 3k+

A/N: Hello! This is my first official post, just to give you guys an idea of what my writing’s like since im not really used to the writing style on here cause I’ve been writing on Wattpad for the past few years. So please let me know how I did. Hope you enjoy it cause it honestly turned out better than I expected it to. I will also be taking requests from now on! (Check my pinned post to see which characters i take requests for)

DO NOT COPY MY WORK! AND MINORS DNI!

It was a normal Saturday night. Peter had just finished patrolling and you just got home from work.

After showering and changing into more comfortable clothes, you and Peter were cuddled up in bed, light kisses passing between you occasionally...until Peter briefly zoned out.

Spotting the dazed look in his brown eyes, you lightly tapped his cheeks with your hands. “Pete?” you called out, effectively snapping him out of his daze.

“Yeah?” he mumbled, turning his head down to look at you.

“You kinda left for a minute there. What’s on your mind?” you cooed as your fingers continued to caress his clean shaven cheeks.

“Nothing...I, uh, I kinda had an idea?” he answered.

You raised a brow in intrigue as a small smile crossed your features. “An idea? What kind of an idea?” you questioned as you allowed one of your hands to slowly trail down his neck and naked chest.

“I think you- ahem- know what kind of idea,” Peter said, his ears growing red from the way your fingers were touching his abdomen.

Being spiderman meant that Peter’s senses were on high alert 24/7, which meant that every brush of your fingertips drove him crazy. It’s one of the reasons why you love touching him so much. And possibly why he always let you.

“Hmm, sounds interesting,” you chirped.

His lips slipped into a smile as he shuffled closer to you and wrapped both his hands around your waist. “Pick a number between 1 and 40,″ he said.

Your brows furrowed in confusion from the unusual demand. “That doesn't sound very sexy if I’m being quite honest, Pete,” you giggled.

He rolled his eyes as his fingers slipped under your t-shirt and crawled up your sides, leaving a burning trail of goosebumps in their wake. “Please? For me?” he pleaded as he presented that charming full teeth grin of his, knowing that it would soften you up.

You sighed dramatically, staring into his beautifully brown eyes. “Fine,” you gave in, “Ummm...how about...39?”

You watched as Peter pursed his lips briefly in thought.

Before you could utter another syllable, you felt Peter tighten his grip on your sides before flipping you onto your stomach, gaining a surprised yelp from your lips. As you tried to get used to the abrupt change in position, you felt Peter grip a heap of your hair before pulling on it roughly. You panted as he held your back tightly against his chest, still maintaining his grip on your hair.

You couldn't stop the moan that befell your lips as he used one hand to rip your shirt from your chest, leaving your breasts available to him.

You were never the submissive type, but Peter’s sudden change in attitude already had your panties soaking, which you were sure he could smell.

“You okay, pretty girl?” he whispered, his cool breath fanning against your ears.

Chills ran down your spine from the nickname. You nodded confidently regardless of the foreign blush that had found its way onto your cheeks. “I am so much fucking better than okay,” you spoke, slowly grinding your lower half against the growing bulge in Peter’s sweatpants.

He caught onto your movements and abruptly put a stop to it by gripping your waist with his free hand. “You’re gonna count for me,” he began, temporarily releasing your hair to most likely undress himself.

“Count what?” you cluelessly asked.

The harsh ripping sound of your pajama shorts and panties was the next sound you heard before feeling Peter harshly thrust into you, his thick cock sending a wave of pleasure and delicious pain through you at the same time.

“Holy fuck!” you moaned at the sudden intrusion, feeling your boyfriend bottom out inside of you.

His hands came to wrap around your neck as he roughly pulled you up against his bare chest. “What did I say? I want you to use those pretty fucking lips and count for me,” he demanded before shoving your head down into the mattress.

Peter fully pulled out of you before shoving his dick back inside of your dripping pussy.

“One,” you choked out, swallowing back a scream.

He pulled out of you and slammed back in, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoing in your shared bedroom.

“Two,” you moaned.

Seeing that you were getting the idea of his game, Peter decided to pick up the pace.

He quickly found an angle that worked for him and repeatedly slammed into you, pressing your head into your sheets. “Three, four, five, si- FUCK!” you eventually gave up counting when Peter hit a specific spot in your cervix. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”

But your words soon stopped short when Peter fully pulled his cock out of you. Before you could turn and ask what the hell he was doing, you felt a stinging on your ass as a loud slap resounded in the air.

Peter Parker, the same man that has called you mommy on numerous occasions, spanked you...and you fucking loved it.

He grabbed each of your ankles and flipped you onto your back, his advanced strength coming in very handy. “I didn’t say you could stop counting,” he huskily whispered as he hovered over you, his very erect cock prodding your stomach.

Peter soon lined up his cock with your entrance and thrust himself into your tight cunt again, not yet moving inside your warmth. “You will count every thrust and if you stop counting or cum before we get to 39, then I will punish you,” while he spoke, Peter looked into your eyes and searched for any hint of apprehension. He only found lust, excitement, and love, telling him that you were more than okay with what he was doing.

Your eyes sparkled at the mention of punishment. “What are you gonna do to me?” you smirked, “Spank me?”

Peter grabbed each of your wrists and pressed them against the headboard of your bed. “No, I'm gonna hold you against this headboard and fuck those pretty lips with my cock until you’re a drooling, slobbering mess.”

Your thighs involuntarily clenched at his words. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, baby,” you cooed as you leaned up and pressed a sloppy kiss against his lips.

You could tell from his pursed swollen lips and his dilated eyes that your stolen kiss had him nearly ready to submit to you again, but he quickly grabbed a hold of himself and focused back on the task at hand.

Peter slowly removed his cock from your pussy, erupting a whine from your chest, only to flip you back onto your stomach with Peter taking up his previous position inside of you.

“Peter!” you loudly moaned, not caring who heard.

One of his large hands pulled you up to your knees, while the other came around your chest and squeezed one of your breasts. “Lemme hear you count, baby.”

“FUCK- seven!” you moaned in a strangled tone, your walls clenching around Peter’s familiar length.

Within seconds, his hands had found their way back to your hair again and he grabbed as much as he could in his large fists. Peter continued to roughly thrust in and out of you, and you continued to count, slurring your words more and more with each thrust. The feel of Peter pounding inside of you and the sting of his grip on your hair was nearly becoming overwhelming. There was no way you were gonna last much longer.

You were now at 21 and you could feel the need for release rising in your stomach. “Twenty tw-Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you yelled, tears springing from the corners of your eyes from the force Peter was using to fuck you.

He then reached around one hand and pressed it against your soaking clit, gaining a scream of pleasure from you in the middle of your counting. “You’re so fucking wet, baby,” he lowly groaned in your ears.

Peter picked up his pace, as you struggled to keep up your counting while keeping a hold on your impending orgasm.

“Keep taking my fucking cock, pretty girl, you’re doing so good,” he praised you, slowly rubbing his fingers against your aching clit.

The sounds of his hips slapping against your ass grew louder than you thought was possible, and every single movement inside of you, lit your nerves on fire.

“Fuck, Peter, I’m gonna-”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” he grunted, still maintaining a cadence inside of you.

But his warning came too late, as you were soon overwhelmed by the combination of Peter’s large cock pressing against the most sensitive areas of your cunt and his fingers expertly prodding your clit. You cried out as the tight cord inside of your stomach snapped and you felt your juices leaking all over Peter’s cock.

“Fucking hell,” you moaned, shaking from your orgasm as Peter pulled out of you.

You had no time to recover before feeling yourself be spun onto your back. Your chest heaved as you remembered what Peter had promised you in return for your disobedience.

God, you had never been more excited.

You slowly backed up against the headboard, smirking as Peter crawled further onto the bed. You crossed your wrists against the wooden board as Peter positioned one knee on each side of your head. You gulped in anticipation as his hard cock stood at attention before your throbbing lips.

“You did this to yourself,” he smirked grimly.

“We’ll see about that,” you challenged him.

Having enough of your mouthing off, Peter used one hand to grip your hair in his fist while using the other to secure your hands against the headboard. “Let’s put that big mouth of yours to good use.”

You stuck out your tongue, awaiting his cock. Peter used his leverage on the back of your head to bring it forward and meet his achingly hard dick. You hummed in satisfaction as the taste of your own juices flooded your taste buds. Your lips soon fully wrapped around the first few inches of Peter’s cock.

And that was all he needed to take things further.

Peter thrusted his large dick further into your mouth, using his grip on your hair to hold you in place. “There you go, baby,” he cooed, sighing in pleasure as his cock invaded your throat.

At that moment you were very thankful for your lack of a gag reflex, as you forced your throat to make room for Peter’s angry thrusts.

He grunted as he felt the head of his dick hit the farthest part of your throat, and held his position for a few seconds. “So this is what peace and quiet sounds like?” he joked.

You groaned around his cock and narrowed your teary eyes up at him, wordlessly objecting to his ill-timed joke.

He looked down and laughed at your face before slowly pulling back and fucking your mouth at a torturous pace, yet again.

You could feel drool leaking from the sides of your mouth as you relaxed your throat and continued to take Peter’s length in your mouth. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, Y/N,” he moaned, his thrusts growing more forceful as you skillfully teased his tip with your tongue.

“Oh fuck yes, baby, just like that,” he urged you as he continued moving your head up and down on his dick. Sweat lined your brow as you could feel the drool from your aching lips falling onto your breasts.

Peter’s thrusts eventually grew sloppy and he reluctantly withdrew his throbbing cock from your hungry lips. He wasn’t ready to cum yet and he definitely wasn’t gonna do it in your mouth when your pussy was ready and waiting.

“What did we learn?” he moved his hand from your hair down to grip your neck.

Your pussy throbbed at the force with which he squeezed your neck. “We learned that this game is fucking incredible,” you spoke, dazed from the ordeal that Peter did on your throat.

“Hmmm,” he momentarily paused in thought, “since you sucked my cock so beautifully, I’m gonna give you a reward,” he smiled, using the hand that previously held down your wrists to wipe the slobber from your cheeks.

You licked your lips clean as you looked up into his brown eyes expectantly.

“You’re gonna ride my face, and then, when I’ve had enough of your delicious pussy, I’m gonna flip you over and fuck my cum into your guts. Deal?” he proposed.

Your jaw slackened at his statement and you eagerly nodded in agreement.

Peter grinned before sliding off you and allowing you to shift in position for him. Your legs shook in anticipation as you began carefully lowering yourself onto Peter’s hungry lips.

His impatience soon rose to the surface as he wrapped each of his arms around your thighs and harshly pulled your soaking cunt down onto his tongue.

“Oh, f-fuck,” you moaned, your eyes sliding closed as euphoria washed over you at the feeling of Peter’s tongue sliding between your wet folds.

You reached down and ran your fingers through his messy brown hair, slowly grinding your pussy against his eager mouth. “You’re so fucking good at that, Peter,” you moaned.

Peter continued devouring your sopping core before using one of his hands to smack your ass. To add fuel to the fire, the brown-eyed young man began moaning his satisfaction into your pussy, the vibrations bringing you closer to release.

“Shit, Pete, I’m gonna cum again,” you shakily told him as you ground yourself against his damp face even harder. Peter soon snaked his arms up and squeezed each of your hardened nipples in between his fingers as his tongue fiddled with your clit.

Your breathing grew ragged as his focus on your sensitive bundle of nerves had you nearing your orgasm for the second time that night. “Fuck yes, Peter, right fucking there baby,” you shouted as you continued running your fingers through his hair in encouragement.

He continued his groaning beneath you, using the vibrations of his voice to drive you crazier and crazier as he gripped your thigh harshly enough to leave bruises. It wasn’t long before-

“Oh my- Fuck! Peter I’m cumming!”

You moaned loudly as your orgasm left you shaking above Peter’s still-active mouth. The young man continued lapping at your cunt, prolonging your orgasm as he soaked up every drop of you that he could.

He eventually ceased his slaughter on your pussy. “Damn, Pete,” you sighed in satisfaction.

As you slid off of your boyfriend’s face, you looked down to see him grinning widely, his face glistening with your slick.

“I think there was one more thing you promised to do to me, sweetheart,” you smirked while sliding off the bed and walking away, “But I think you should come and get me first. Consider it payback.”

You didn't make it past the door of your room before feeling Peter’s hand wrap around your neck from behind. You yelped as he slammed your body against the nearest wall and brutally pressed his lips against yours. You groaned as your senses were flushed with the pleasant taste of yourself again.

Peter reached both his arms underneath your ass and used his strength to hoist your legs around his own waist. You swung your arms around his neck to keep your balance.

“You’re not in charge tonight, sweetheart,” he huskily whispered before shoving his throbbing cock inside of your sensitive pussy.

You screamed at the feel of him inside of you, the remnants of your orgasm still affecting your body.

Peter used one hand to hold you against the wall while using the other to wipe away the few tears that had managed to leak free from your pleasure-filled eyes. “Look at you, crying over my cock. I thought you were tougher than that Y/L/N,” he taunted as he began cruelly fucking you against your shared room wall.

“I am. Now shut up and fuck me harder, Parker,” you spoke through gritted teeth.

Peter smirked down at you before picking up his pace, now fucking you at a speed that could have broken a world record.

You moaned loudly as your pussy began clenching around Peter’s dick, gaining a groan from him.

It wasn't long before his thrusts grew sloppy and his groans grew louder. You placed each of your palms on his reddened face, immediately gaining his attention. You smirked up at him as you could see in his eyes that he was growing closer. “Cum inside of my pussy, pretty boy.”

And that was all it took to push the hero over the edge.

He roughly slammed one of his hands against the wall beside your head as he emptied himself in your cunt. You moaned happily as his liquids flooded your insides.

You couldn’t help but smile at the look on his face as he groaned in release. “You did such a good job, baby.” At your words, Peter smiled and leaned forward to press a small kiss onto your lips.

As you both came down from your respective highs, Peter withdrew his softening cock from your entrance and helped you to stand on your two feet.

“Let’s go clean up,” you grabbed one of his arms and led him to the bathroom connected to your room.

“Yes ma’am,” he smirked behind you, shamelessly staring at your ass as you walked.

“I hope this isn’t the last I get to see of Dominant Peter,” you smiled as you both stepped into your shower.

You leaned forward to turn on the water before feeling a familiar pair of arms snake around your bare waist. “Definitely not,” Peter grinned as he kissed your neck from behind, “Thanks for trusting me.”

“You’re welcome baby. Thanks for sharing that part of yourself with me,” you smiled while turning to face him.

The shower water soon began cascading over both your heads as you leaned up on your toes and lovingly kissed your boyfriend. “I love you, Peter Parker.”

“I love you more, Y/N, Y/L/N.”

You grinned up at the man who you were sure you would spend the rest of your life with. “Not possible.”

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#tasm!spiderman x reader #peter parker #peter parker smut #tasm!peter smut #tasm!peter parker smut #marvel imagine #andrew!peter x reader #andrew garfield #bxg #smut #first post #peter parker x reader #tasm!spiderman x you #tasm!peter fanfiction #marvel

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thatanimewriter · 2 years

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THIS, IS A WORK OF ART.

➳ request: Hello, can I request some headcanons for Free! boys' reaction when they see their s/o wearing revealing clothes? Soft or suggestive it's up to you. Thank you for doing my request 💘

➳ character/s: nanase haruka, tachibana makoto, ryugazaki rei, hazuki nagisa, matsuoka rin

➳ warnings: swearing, suggestiveness, dumb tiktok references

➳ notes: i decided to tell this through stupid tiktok audios and then jump into what they actually do. this is fluff, crack, and suggestive so beware for chaos. this post will expose my tiktok fyp..

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐀.

‘what on earth, is going on... in the house of commons?’

he probably came back from, like

a swimming practice

n he’s tired

he doesn’t have the mental capacity to comprehend this

and just... stares

you’ve genuinely broken him

but when he does return to earth

he puts his team japan swimming jacket over your shoulders

and continues to stare at you before asking you to just come to bed with him

with a small pout on his lips

and you can’t say no

so this outfit remains for his eyes only

though idk how much sleeping you’ll be getting tbh

── 𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐎.

‘i am calm... i am relaxed... i am a happy tree... YOU ARE MAKING IT VERY HARD TO BE A HAPPY TREE >:((’

he’s trying just to keep it together

and you’re making it difficult

for him not to freak out

and ask you - very panicked - if you plan on going out like that

he’s not gonna stop you if you were

but he’s concerned for creepers on the street

and he doesn’t want you feeling uncomfortable ;v;

he’s very much worried for your safety because he doesn’t trust others

you are indeed making it hard for him to be a happy tree

because you’ll send him into a spiral of anxiety

he can’t deny you look absolutely fucking amazing

so he does give you a lil extra attention

just a lil bit

to convince you to stay with him and the cats in the neighbourhood

── 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐈.

‘it can get weirder. i just washed my hands, that’s why they’re wet... no other reason.’

THIS BITCH WAS READING SMUT

he looks between you and the book over and over again with a bright red blush

covers his face with said book

and is conflicted about whether he try to cover his crotch

or not draw attention to it

when you do point it out

S T U T T E R I N G

he cannot explain it to you coherently

if he does

it sounds so sketchy

and entirely unbelievable

because he failed to keep anything undercover

so here you are, wrapped in blankets he draped over you

lookin like a gremlin

── 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐒𝐀.

‘on a scale of one to ten, my friend, you’re fucked :))’

he will 100% join you

playing dress up is his JAM

he comes back wearing a crop top and mini skirt

some thigh high socks (you don’t know where he found those-)

and takes his phone out to take photos with you

then he pushes you away to the bedroom-

to cuddle you to keep you from going out looking too good for the people

get your mind out of the gutter

but if you do want to go out somewhere like that

he’ll come with

just so he can say

‘they’re staring at US, babe’

what an icon

he would never let you do anything on your own

── 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐎𝐊𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍.

‘MOMMY DON’T KNOW DADDY’S GETTING HOT-’

the most sexual one

you’re not walking the next day

the FATTEST smirk you’ve ever seen

and a very husky murmur in your ear

plus some roaming hands

‘where do you think you’re goin?’

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

you’re done for

sorry not sorry

your neighbours hate you

he will ask you to wear it again

especially after you guys get a thorough session in

because he can see all the hickeys and marks along your skin

and this bitch is PROUD

what an attractive asshole

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cranberrv · 9 days

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i think it’s finally time to fill u guys in on my roster LOL.. be prepared for blood sweat and tears

geography:

his name is geography cuz i met him in geo class for the first time! he looks like a skinny matt dillon w lighter hair, and he’s literally 6’1”. i used to like him sososooso much and when we sat together in a desk change i went feral!!!1! he’s sooo funny and i lowk miss when he was normal cuz he used to be so cute and awkward but now he’s so weird and immature ughhh. he asked me out last semester and i said no and i kinda regret it but idk i wanna like him so bad cuz i literally liked him FIRST but ig hes more like a friend. we argue a lot (teasingly) and its sooo obvious hes flirting with me and its so cute but i dont know.. maybe high school sweethearts maybe not (bye pov him to our future kid “ya ur mom liked me first then rejected me and then hated me and now likes me again and we r married and we had you”)

riverdale:

hehehehe hes so cute! he is blonde and goes to the school im transferring to and hes totes my type! (but then again my type is toxic red flags) we snap a lot and i quickadded him (whoops) but ive had my eye on his forever because his pfp on tiktok is so cute and we have mutual friends and i have been waiting for him to appear on my quickadd for forever! he wants me to move to the new school and thats sweet and he apologized for losing our 50 day streak :((( he was like “whoops mb” and i was like “abt what lmao” and he said “for losing our streak!” like awwwhhh u care! hes lowk depressed (i stalked his reposts) and he doesnt do super well in school but i can help him! hes my moms fave boy

mickey mouse:

i added him as a joke cuz hes only a couple years older than me and hes related to a celeb i like and i found his snap and he added me back and we’re snapping me full face and stuff. hes SO cute and i only just met him but he seems so sweet i stalked his insta

jeremiah:

dw thats not his actual name its an inside joke! anyway the way i describe this is gonna sound like true love but i swear its not hehehe <3 ive known him since gr6 and we instantly clicked on a canoe trip and got along sooo well, talking to him for the first time is a core memory. we were homeschooled together during the pandemic and we started liking each other and it was middle school so it was obvs so innocent and adorable! he got me flowers and chocolate for secret santa when we were 12 :(( i lost feelings but he liked me for a whole year after and i promised we would date in high school and now its high school and i broke my promise. i feel bad lowkkk.. but anyway i heard me might like me again! we have been kind of distant recently because he became one of the “cool kids” and i became one of the “popular girls” so ig we’ re in super similar and close circles but idk we never talk. i ran into him at the gas station and hes still so cute tho

person d:

thats who i left jeremiah for LMFAOO we met in gr7 and he was in gr8 and i was instantly head over heels, he has a big nose and dusty brown hair and brown eyes and hes so cute awww :(( we barely talked in middle school but then we added each other and started full on talking! he was soooo sweet but he had his days when he was kind of a jerk. we argued a lot and i think he thought it was teasing each other but it does get a bit tiring. we stopped talking for a bit but were kind of back again, its so off and on. when its good its so good.

#🎀 announcements #tumblr is my diary

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insomniacwriter17 · 1 year

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What are some of the favorite kinds of outfits that the characters wear? In and out of little space

// b i l l y //

when he's big, billy is a firm believer in jeans and a button-down shirt.

only on his more casual days does he wear t-shirts, usually band ones and the occasional hawkins high t-shirt.

he's a boots guy mostly, unless he's doing a lot of walking, then he'll wear converse hi-tops.

big billy won't be caught with his hair up unless he's at the garage. he works too damn hard on his hair for it to be trapped in an elastic!

on the other hand, little billy loves athletic shorts and tennis shoes.

he wears nothing but soft t-shirts, and during the warmer months, stevie's lucky if he can get a t-shirt on billy at all!

a lot of the time he wanders around the house shirtless

on that note, stevie can tell when billy's having a bad self-esteem day though, because billy will try to cover the scars on his torso with shirts when he's little

some days it doesn't bother billy, so when billy wanders down the stairs with a t-shirt on but complaining about being hot, stevie simply offers to turn the fan on and put billy's hair up because he knows why billy's wearing a shirt

// r o b i n //

robin loves piecing together outfits based on items she picks up thrifting with her mom

big robin often will wear button downs and vests, cool pants, and a funky pair of shoes

steve can count on one hand the amount of times he's seen robin wear the same pair of shoes -- she seems to have a few select favorites, but otherwise its a new pair every day just about

on her more casual days, she's notorious for showing up to family video in a shirt that gives steve pause, only for him to eventually ask, "is that mine?"

more often than not, robin gives him a shit eating grin and shrugs, saying, "i don't know! found it in my closet this morning."

little robin loves graphic t-shirts, mostly my little pony, carebears, and disney.

the only time robin wears shorts is when she's little, because its a lot easier to run and crawl around without fabric all around her legs!

they're usually denim pull-on shorts, without buttons or zippers because that's just too much work.

socks and sneakers are her shoes of choice as a little. the pair nancy got her for christmas was once bright white, but is now covered in grass stains and mud from her running around the yard

when she's dropped, nancy will either pin robin's hair back with barrettes or slide a headband into robin's hair to keep her hair out of her eyes.

robin refuses pony tails whether she's big or little -- they give her headaches.

// e d d i e //

big eddie wears ripped dark jeans almost exclusively. he has a few select pairs of jeans he saves for important days -- like job interviews and graduation. these jeans are still dark but lack holes, because that's more socially acceptable or whatever

band t-shirts and hellfire shirts are all he ever wears. he has like ten shirts that are his top favorites that he rotates in and out, but every now and again he pulls out a new one, much to everyone's surprise.

for a guy that doesn't do a whole lot of "sports things" he lives in tennis shoes. swears they're more comfortable than anything else he owns

though he is very well known for not actually tying his shoes, but instead shoving the laces into the shoe and pretending its not a problem.

little eddie often wears sweatpants or his ripped jeans (when he's feeling a bit bigger)

he trades his band t-shirts for just plain colored t-shirts, usually white or red. he has a handful of the same color shirts so that he doesn't have to think about what he wears, it's just kind of there.

wayne constantly battles with little eddie to let him tie the boys shoes. "you run around too much to have loose shoes, rascal" wayne insists.

usually there's some kind of bribery to get eddie to let wayne tie his shoes, and wayne's gotten pretty good at it

usually when eddie's little, his hair is pushed out of his face with a bandana or on the rare occasion he wants to match billy, he lets steve pull it back with an elastic. those days are very rare though, and usually only when billy requests it.

#stranger things #the little buddy universe #tlb universe #classification au #caregiver! nancy wheeler #caregiver! steve harrington #caregiver! wayne munson #little! billy hargrove #little! robin buckley #little! eddie munson #nsap #age regression #fandom #this be a queue

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showfallmediamaintenance · 5 months

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[Video transcript begin.]

[The camera shakes as something is typed out, then the video blurs as it is put into someone’s front pocket, it refocuses to show the hideout, and a scared child in the center of the frame. They appear to be holding a pocket knife at anyone who dares approach.]

?: DON'T GET CLOSE TO ME! SHE'S CONTROLLING ALL OF YOU ISN'T SHE! I KNEW SHE WASN'T DEAD YOU WERE ALL LYING!

[Voice identified: ‘Sparrow’ Henderson.]

?: Hey, hey. Sparrow. She’s dead. She’s been dead. For a while. I swear on my life.

[Voice identified: Edgar.]

Sp: QUIT LYING TO ME! SHE'S MAKING YOU SAY THAT! ISN'T SHE!

E: Sparrow, she’s a stain on the floor, she can’t make me say anything.

Sp: LIAR! YOU'VE ALL BEEN LYING! SHE'S GOING TO MAKE ME AN EMPLOYEE! SHE'S GOING TO TAKE ME AWAY AGAIN!

?: Kid, I promise you, she isn't going to do anything. She's dead. Gone.

[Voice Identified: William Keane.]

E: Tell us what happened, we want to help.

[Sparrow shakes their head, looking in every direction they can. Tears streaming down their face.]

Sp: S- She controlled you all… You all hurt me… She… I'M NOT GOING BACK TO THE DARK ROOM I WON'T!

E: You know we’d never do that, kiddo. Come on. It’s alright. We aren’t going to hurt you.

Sp: SHE MADE YOU! SHE MADE YOU HURT ME! I… I… GET AWAY FROM ME!

[A person with extremely muted red hair moves away from behind Sparrow.]

E: Give them space, guys. I’ve… had something like this happen before. It’ll make it worse.

Sp: I WANT MAMA! I WANT MAMA AND CASSIDY! WHERE ARE THEY?

W: Staying right here, dude. [Aside, to Sparrow] Kiddo, just breathe for us, okay?

[Sparrow seemingly looks at William. Their eyes looking bloodshot.]

Sp: Mama's not here… She's at Edgar's… Cassidy…

E: Kid, how can we help you right now? Other than get you Cassidy and Jenny?

[Sparrow seemingly doesn't acknowledge Edgar's words, staring off into nothing as they speak.]

Sp: I want my big sister back… WHY DID THEY TAKE HER! WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY

[A woman can be heard screaming from out of frame, hopping into frame to tackle Sparrow who begins screaming even more.]

Sp: GET OFF OF ME NO NO NO I'M NOT PUTTING A MASK ON!

?: GIVE ME THE FUCKING KNIFE KID! I'M NOT LETTING YOU HURT YOURSELF WITH IT!

[Voice identified: Rose Elizabeth Henderson.]

E: ROSE FUCKING HENDERSON.

Sp: GET OFF OF ME! GET OFF DON'T HURT ME!

W: Rose! Leave them be!

R: LAST TIME SOMEONE HELD A WEAPON CLOSE TO THEM I LOST THEM FOR OVER A FUCKING MONTH! NOT HAPPENING AGAIN WILL!

Sp: LET ME FUCKING GO

[Sparrow jams the pocket knife into Rose's shoulder, by some miracle missing Rose's neck. Causing Rose to slink back in back as Sparrow crawls over to a wall looking at their hands, small bits of Rose's blood on them now.]

E: Jesus Christ– I–

[The camera turns slightly as Edgar looks at both Rose and Sparrow, unsure who to help.]

R: SON OF A BITCH-

W: Edgar, go help Sparrow. I'll deal with this one. [He inclines its head towards Rose. He also begins to hold Rose down, just in case.]

R: I… Fuck…

[Edgar stands up and takes a few steps over to sparrow, his hands up, showing that he has no weapons, as soon as he gets close enough, he kneels down slowly.]

E: Sparrow, I’m not going to harm you in any way, I promise. Just… tell me how I can help you.

Sp: I… I stabbed her… I'm just like Mai. [Muffled.] I'm a monster…

[Sparrow's head remains on top of their knees.]

E: If you’re a monster, I don’t even know what that makes me. You’re fine, it was the most logical response to being tackled like that in your head. We all act irrationally when we’re under high amounts of stress.

R: I saw the kid holding a knife. I did the first thing that came to mind considering… Past events.

[Edgar slumps slightly, the movement visible in the recording. He holds his left hand out to Sparrow, not responding to Rose with anything but a thumbs up with his right hand.]

W: I understand, but. Not the right response, Rose.

Sp: Get the blood off… I don't like it. get it off.

E: We’ll get it off, don’t worry, you just have to let us actually get close to you. Again, I promise that I won’t hurt you. I just want to help.

Sp: I… I…

[Sparrow begins sobbing, a loud ding coming from a computer out of frame.]

E: Can I come any closer? Or do you want me to stay this far?

[Sparrow looks at Edgar with no response, a look of despair mixed with normal pain across their face.]

E: You don’t need to respond verbally, just a nod would be good.

?: [TTS.] They seemingly. Want you to get closer.

[Voice identified: Peony?]

E: Thank you, Peony.

[The camera moves slowly towards Sparrow, until they’re well within arms reach.]

E: Is there anything I can do to help you feel any better? I have a few ideas, but I want to know what would help you best.

Sp: I don't know… I don't remember…

E: That’s alright. I know… well, I can sing a grand total of… three songs from memory.

Sp: That's… three more than me.

E: Would you want that?

[Sparrow weakly nods their head.]

E: Alright, here we go.

[Edgar clears his throat, and begins softly singing a song identified as ‘You Are My Sunshine.’]

[Sparrow seemingly begins calming down, a text to speech voice that is not Peony says “Playing ASMR rain noises.” moments later, the sound of rain is heard from the computer.]

[Edgar continues singing, giving the computer a thumbs up.]

Sp: I… Uh…

[Sparrow yawns.]

P: [TTS.] They are. Sleepy.

W: Aw. Go to sleep Sparrow, it's okay.

Sp: I…

[Sparrow's eyes close and they slump against Edgar's arm. The rain noises continue.]

E: [Whispered, jokingly.] I guess I can never move again. Sorry, everyone.

P: [TTS.] Correct.

W: [Whispered.] Yep. You're stuck there now. No moving.

R: [Whispered.] Sorry guys. Didn't mean to cause that.

W: [Continued Whispering.] It was, a reflex reaction. You just need to assess the situation, dude, nobody blames you.

P: [TTS.] I. Hope they are. Ok.

E: Same here.

W: Me too.

R: Hey guys. Can you all promise something?

E: Yeah?

W: Mhm?

R: No matter what happens, when Sparrow gets out, promise you'll get them straight to Jenny?

E: Of course, but don’t say that like you’re staying.

W: Yeah, you're coming too, no matter what that Emi dick thinks.

R: I plan to get out, I just… In case a fight breaks out in the forest or something? Ok?

E: Alright.

W: On my head be it.

?: Yeah no problem Rose.

[Voice identified: Mari.]

R: Thank you.

[The view the phone has suddenly switches to face the floor a bit more, as Edgar slumps forward. Seemingly having fallen asleep as well.]

W: Y'know, they both have the right idea. It is pretty late.

R: Yeah um… Actually, Will can I ask something first?

W: Oh, yeah?

R: Do you uh… Do you like doctor who?

W: Sounds, familiar! I think so, maybe! Why?

[Rose pulls out a sheet of paper from her pocket, handing it to Will.]

R: Sparrow asked me to give that to you.

W: Oh? What is it?..[Will looks over the paper, his face forming a soft smile.] I am treasuring this. Forever.

R: I'm sure they'll be glad to hear that… I'm probably gonna stay awake a while longer, sleep well.

W: Same goes for you three.

M: Mystery lady's already asleep… And I don't think Peony can sleep.

P: [TTS.] I also do not require. bones.

W: Lucky. Bones are an annoyance.

P: [TTS.] May I try something?

W: Mhm!

[A distorted voice emits from the computer, sounding similar to a 12 year old.]

P: Edgar's phone is recording.

W: Oh, for crying out loud. Thank you Peony.

P: Wel-come. Y- Your.

[The computer seemingly returns to text to speech.]

W: Should I manually turn it off? Or should be wait for it?

P: [TTS.] Turn off.

W: Alrighty. I'll just- grab it-

[Will grabs the phone and manually ends the transcript.]

[Transcript end.]

#showfall ask blog #showfall media #showfall #encoreverse blog #transcript #cw knife

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chocolate-teapots · 2 years

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Façade: Chris Chambers

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People change.

Not always for the better.

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Warnings: smoking, mentions of death, mentions of suicide, bullying, swearing.

When you walk through the hallways in school, about a hundred faces pass you each time you pay attention and it's likely you recognise a few for being so precious in a certain period of your life but have now just drifted to a smile as they pass you, if you're lucky.

Before the wrath of high school began, there was a handful of tiny little guys that I clung to each day because it just felt right and because we were the outcasts forced together by the bad guys who were slapping us around each day just because we were a little different. It was these differences that brought us together and from that moment onwards we stuck together like superglue.

There was Teddy Duchamp, one of the most idiotic guys you would ever meet, who would do anything at all to keep the legacy of his father alive. His thick glasses were way too big for him but then again so was his heart. He tried to kill himself once, challenging a train on the tracks as we tried dragging him from there. That was a strange day.

Vern Tessio was at Teddy's side at all times despite being the inspiration for his meanest punch lines. He was an overweight kid, dressed as if he didn't belong with us, smart and nerdy. His brother was a part of Ace Merill's gang that painted our childhood years red and I didn't even want to know what went on at home so I never asked.

Gordie Lachance was one of my closest friends out of the group, he was an intellectual but too self-deprecating for his own good following his brother's death. His brother was great, everyone loved Denny including his parents, unfortunately, more than they loved their youngest. He was ignored at home so I always made sure to involve him, his big brown eyes glistening as I warmed his heart and showed him the things he never knew. He was a talented writer, mustering the best storylines out of nowhere for those empty silences at the end of the nights.

I missed him so.

Chris Chambers was my greatest friend out of the bunch and he was the true glue to the group, keeping the peace, fighting the crime and solving the problems. In the process of monitoring, he forgot about himself until he'd go home to a drunk of a father. I don't imagine there was one piece of furniture in that dull house that wasn't thrown at his pretty head at one point and that was by his father or his older brother, another one of Ace's accomplices.

Out of all the guys, only Chris was left with us. Teddy and Vern got transferred to another school after failing all their tests, they never were the academic sort and Gordie well, let's say life got a bit too much and people cared a little less at one point so he took his own life at just 16. 16 and dead, the newspapers relished in that title while his parents only wished it was sooner.

We all had the best times, chasing each other through trees, screaming along to the radio, blissfully unaware of what was to come to our pathetic little lives. What our older selves would become was a mystery that we didn't even care to think about.

I could see Chris Chambers grinning at my goofy jokes while kicking some rocks in the dirt but now we were in algebra and he was kicking the back of my seat harder than he would those rocks.

Before you assume, it wasn't because he developed feelings for me as this was real life where people could choose to present themselves in any way they wanted so they could make someone like me feel a little shittier each day.

I didn't bother confronting him, I just relished in the boy Chris Chambers once was, who I once really liked.

People chuckle as he continues jolting me in the chair, hair "accidentally" getting tangled in his fist sometimes that were plastered in fresh cuts and bruises.

One day we just drifted as he got a little smarter than he wanted to admit. One day his cute little cigarette fad turned into sex drugs and rock and roll with a gang of guys that looked exactly like the ones who used to keep him inside his locker.

He cried over this, becoming his brother and his father and not wanting to live up to society's expectations of him and yet he has become exactly that and then some.

I was staring at my paper in the busy class, getting confused about writing letters instead of numbers in math when the teacher decides to hand out the test scores in which Chris nearly mounts my shoulder to peak after he smirks at his own score.

I had to admit 36/80 was incredibly low for my average but I had been struggling, feeling alone and mostly missing my best friends.

"If you have any questions just come and see me but remember this is your ability, your effort and there is no special treatment, especially for slackers," the teacher affirms, beady eyes glaring at us all over his thin glasses.

"Sir?"

"Yes Christopher," his eyes drifted directly behind me.

The teacher at this point was probably in shock he had bothered to contribute to the class or even show up although he never seemed to miss this class, the only one we shared- the last thing we shared.

"Does Y/N here get special treatment considering she is now a retar- oh wait that's not right," he scratches his chin plastically.

"I believe the correct name for it now is mentally challenged."

I feel a thick cloud of nicotine on my neck with chuckles in between. There is a sea of chuckles however the teacher seemed to sympathise with me as the dark teen cloud rained over me.

Class ends without further confrontation and no reply from the teacher but a couple of high fives from those faces that I once recognised. People do change, it's not true what they say.

"Oops," he whispers as his hand wipes the contents of my bag onto the ground causing a thousand pairs of converse to trample on it mockingly.

I chuckle under my breath.

"Something funny?" he asks at the doorway, teacher fleeting with his mug as an excuse.

"You know I think you're hilarious Chris," I slowly stuff my things into my bag tidy exactly where they should be, "That is if that even is your name anymore. Probably cool white snake or something like that, one could even argue Ace Merrill..."

The eyebrow lifts, and more faces reappear as they keep walking by the classroom. He closes the door behind him in their faces and I'd be lying if I said I was intimidated at this point. I heard of the things he did but the person I knew I trusted with my tiny life back in the day.

"Stop this shit, you're just jealous because you're still stuck in the dirty blue sneakers that you used to run around in," he seems to drift to the past a little, eyes gaining a little bit of blue from the pitch-black they currently were.

"Yes, of course, I am incredibly jealous of you. I admire you Chris when you say 'Oh please love me, cool people, oh please, please, pretty please drag me into hell'."

Being mocked by a woman was infuriating for any man but Chris always hated to be mocked, mocking himself on a daily basis was enough for his fragile state when he was a kid. But, I didn't know this guy, who knows how he felt.

"Do you even miss Gordie?"

He is silent, unable to look in my eyes that were currently drowning in my own grief. It was true that I missed him with all my heart.

"I do, every god damn day and the guys. And, I envy Gordie right now as he never had to see the monster you became."

Silence.

"He's dead Y/N, he's not coming back."

I finally grab my stuff throwing the strap over my shoulder, not caring if I hit him since the mental torture he had done to me was enough.

I look over my shoulder, seeing a balled-up fist strikingly similar to his old man and his brothers.

"Gordie may be gone but it is you that's dead to me."

I couldn't bear to see that vein pop out like his old man when he was angry. His bad abusive temper had been passed down the generations like the fucking flu.

I didn't care if I had to live in that treehouse forever, leaping through the wood when 33 years old with taxes. If Chris Chambers was what it meant to grow up and abandon the golden years, consider me Peter fucking Pan.

#80s movie #80s imagines #stand by me #river phoenix #chris chambers

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kitmoas · 2 years

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Cost Me a Fortune

Summary: Daddy finally returns home

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Kate Bishop x Reader

Genre: Mostly smut with some..fluff? or some kinda plot ig

Word Count: 3918

Warnings: Daddy kink, degrading, strap on (r!recieving), Kate is pretty rough

*Let me know if there is any important that I missed!*

A/N: I started writing this a bit ago, and finally finished it! This was supposed to be a short drabble...but I couldn't stop. lol

**Minors DNI** **18+**

The doorbell rang for the fifth time today. Frustrated at the interruptions, you slip your airpods into your ears and try to focus on your homework. Your philosophy professor was an absolute bitch, and you couldn’t take any more hits on your grades. Music blaring and half of a paper written is how your younger brother Cooper finds you, books and empty red bull cans scattered about.

“ASS HAT!” His loud obnoxious voice rings in your ears as he shuts off your music.

Whipping your head around, you throw one of your books at him. “You fucking brat!” You’re chasing him through the hallway, and down the steps before you trip over a box that he miraculously jumped over. Landing face first on the rug, you hear your little siblings laughing at you.

“Y/N stop chasing your brother and get up. Cooper, stop teasing your sister.” Cooper is groaning, and your mom is hitting him with the dish towel. “Y/N those boxes are for you and you better hide them from your father before he gets home.”

Scanning the large pile of boxes you realize they’re all to you, and all unsurprisingly are from your girlfriend. You want to be angry but you know most of the gifts will piss off your dad and you can’t help but get excited. The two of them would be home from a mission later on tonight, and you actually got to have a weekend at home with both of them.

It takes you about an hour or so to finally lug the entire pile of gifts to your room. It wasn’t an hour long task, but Cooper being a dick caused it to be worse. You were pulling the last box up the stairs when you heard a throat clearing. “Cooper, I'm going to fill your bed up with toothpaste if you don’t stop bothering me.”

“Well since you haven’t done that yet, I suppose I can’t ground you”

Your body reacts before your mind can, letting go of the package and immediately engulfing the person in a hug. “Daddy! I’m so glad you’re back!”

A flash of purple catches your eye, “Aww I’m so glad you missed me Sweets”.

Your father tenses and lets you go, “Kate, don’t make me regret letting you date my daughter.” He stares pointedly at his mentee and just rolls his eyes when he notices the two of you just watching each other. “I’m really glad everyone here is listening to me and definitely missed me the most.”

You could hear your dad talking, but your focus was completely on your girlfriend. She looked amazing in her new suit and you couldn’t stop staring.

Retreating footsteps prompted Kate into moving and you were pushed up against the wall. Her hands were all over and her lips were attacking your neck. “You look so good, baby girl. I’ve missed you so much.” She’s overwhelming your senses and your mind is fuzzy. One snap of the archer’s hips causes a high pitch whine, immediately trying to grind down on the subtle bulge. “Did you miss Daddy?”

Your body is on fire after not seeing Kate for months. “Y/N! KATE! Dinner!”

Kate pulls back slowly, sighing as she lets you go. “I swear your father is gonna either kill me on a mission or by not letting me touch you.” The archer smooths out your clothing and gives you a soft kiss on your nose.

Dinner was quick and fun with everyone excited that your father and Kate were back safely. You were in a heated debate with Cooper when you noticed Kate whispering to Lila and Nate. Your two younger siblings scampered up the stairs and you threw a curious teasing look at Kate, who just smiled innocently at you.

You watch as your father starts getting up but stops in his tracks as your two younger siblings walk back into the room dragging a sled with all the gifts from Kate. “Kate. What did you do?” His tone is stern but your girlfriend has a bright smile on her face.

“Awww don’t worry Clints, I got something for everyone!” She stands up quickly and pulls a huge box out from the other room. You watch with a fond smile as she sets different gifts all over the table for people to open. By the time that she was done sorting everyone had a considerate amount of gifts, and you had a small mountain.

Your archer sits next to you and sets her chin on your shoulder. “Go ahead baby, I wanna watch you open them.” She’s smiling widely as she rubs her hand up and down your side.

Your quiet chuckles as you open all your gifts with her chin on your shoulder makes her eyes twinkle, but your father is fuming. The gifts she got you range from something as simple as a t-shirt to more expensive like the purple diamond necklace that now sits around your neck. While the rest of your family has been long done opening their gifts, everyone but your father leaving the table, Kate was still handing you boxes and setting some specific ones off to the side.

“Kate, I know I’m going to regret asking this but what are the boxes that you keep putting off to the side?” You watch with amused eyes as your father scans the small pile of unopened boxes. He looks tense, and he’s on the edge of his seat ready to leave immediately. The dangerous look in your girlfriend’s eyes is enough for Clint to stand up, “No. NO! You need to stop corrupting my baby girl. She’s-she’s just so little.”

Your mom walks in laughing at your father, “Oh hun, Y/N is twenty. She’s an adult, let the girl have some fun.” She winks at you, and pulls your father away. You can still hear him complaining about Kate being a bad influence, and how you are growing up way too soon.

Getting ready to stand to go after him, your archer’s lips meet your ears “Open the gifts Daddy got you sweetheart.” She’s leaning in and nipping at your neck.

Her teeth sink into your pulse point and the arousal from earlier radiates through your body. Shaky hands begin opening the smaller boxes the gifts range from revealing clothes and lingerie to a new strap harness. A hand on the last box prevents you from opening it, “That one, baby girl, shouldn’t be opened downstairs where anyone can see.”

The blush is evident on your face, but in a moment of confidence you laugh at her. “Oh are you shy now Daddy?” Her hand is running across your throat, teasingly applying pressure. The archer’s forehead is leaning against your temple, and you can feel her lips ghosting along your cheek. Her deep low moan ignites the fire in your stomach and you feel yourself clench around nothing, your thoughts coming back to the fact that Kate is packing.

“I DO NOT NEED TO SEE THIS!” Your father’s ear piercing exclamation makes you flinch, attempting to pull away but Kate’s hand on your throat stops you. The disgusted look on Clint’s face is enough for you to at least look guilty, but Kate just meets his gaze with a taunting grin. “Did she just s-say Daddy?” The older archer is gagging at this point, and frantically looking at his wife for backup. Your mother is leaning against the far door frame, amusement written all over her face.

You knew that your mother and Kate had a complete understanding on how far the young mentee could push the boundaries in the household so you weren’t worried, but your father had never heard you call Kate anything besides babe before. “Don’t worry Clints, you’re the only daddy that grounds Y/N.”

Kate’s comment has your mother cracking up, as both you and your father choke on air. The hand that was on your neck had fallen to your thigh, rubbing comforting circles. “Anyways girls, your father and I came to ask if you guys had plans tonight? We wanted to take the kids out to the movies or something to celebrate our archers’ return.” Laura’s voice is teasing and light trying to push past the current situation, and your father’s eyes are pleading for you to come with them.

Your girlfriend’s hand is getting dangerously high on your thigh, hidden from your father’s view under the table, and you can’t think of anything except having the entire house alone. Your doe eyed look is a quick give away for your mother and you want to answer her question, but Kate scoots closer to you the smell of her expensive fruity perfume overwhelms your senses. Her lips come in contact with your ear, and your vision blurs some. “Be a good girl and tell your parents that we will be staying in tonight.” The whispers combined with the puff of breath sends a shiver down your spine, and you have to swallow hard for the whimper to not escape.

You send an apologetic smile to your dad, “If it would be alright I want to skip out on dealing with Cooper complaining the entire movie.” You can feel Kate’s silent laughter as her body leans into yours.

“Laura as much as I would love to hang out with you, I just spent months with your husband yelling at me so I think I gotta pick some peace and quiet.” You were too busy having a silent conversation with your father to notice Kate and your mother laughing at the two of you. The older woman is dragging a complaining Clint out the door where your younger siblings are fighting in the front yard. She shouts to have a good time over her shoulder before slamming the door behind them.

Kate is on you before the vibrations from the door slamming stop, a hand around your throat, pushing you on to the table behind you. Your back stings when you land on some small thing but as the archer steps in between your legs and the bulge in her suit rubs against your covered cunt you can’t help the guttural moan that escapes. The brunette crashes your lips together, teeth clashing. It’s messy and fast, but the two of you can barely remember a moment you had without someone interrupting you.

Your hips are moving on their own accord, trying to grind down on the bulge, as the heat in your stomach starts to spread throughout your body. A high whine passing your lips makes Kate chuckle above you and she leans into your neck; nipping lightly. Her lips trace the delicate chain that lay on your neck, pulling on it gently. The archer’s hands are clawing at your clothes, and your flimsy shirt rips at the seams. Before your pout can even come out Kate is snickering, “Don’t worry my spoiled girl, Daddy will get you another one–” She’s leaning over you now, her hand tracing your neck in thought. “And maybe a pretty little choker for you to wear.” Her fingers tangle in the chain before yanking on it. Watching the necklace sadly as Kate throws it on the floor, she just rolls her eyes at your expression.

“I am going to ruin your cunt baby girl, don’t make me fuck the sadness out of you.” Her hands finally reach your thighs, and she rubs her thumb over your covered clit. Your hips buck up, trying to get more contact but the sounds of your siblings still yelling outside causes you to stiffen up. Deep ocean eyes harden, a dangerous scowl painted on her face, “Pay attention to me, sweet thing. Daddy has another present for her spoiled little whore.”

The brunette’s hands leave your body, and you can’t help the pathetic whimper that leaves your mouth. Slowly the buttons on her new suit snap apart, and this time you do pout at the skin tight undershirt she’s wearing blocking your view. A quick slap echoes through the empty house as Kate’s hand meets your covered center, and your body flinches at the pain. “Don’t be greedy.” The rest of the buttons are ripped apart quickly and your breath catches in your throat as your eyes land on the strap. Bigger than anything you’ve ever taken before, you nervously swallow as you feel yourself soaking through your leggings.

“I- uh..” The archer shushes you before you can finish your thoughts. You go to complain but a gasp interrupts you as she rips your leggings, and a rush of cold air hits your now exposed cunt.

A quirked eyebrow is sent your way, “No panties? Someone was excited for me to come home.” She’s rubbing the tip of her cock through your folds, tapping lightly on your aching clit every few seconds.

The anger at knowing your favorite leggings were now ruined gave you a small boost of confidence, “Maybe I was planning on going to see someone else later.”

Skeptical laughter rings through the air, and Kate’s face is way too cocky for you as she pushes the tip of her cock slowly into you. The combination of the two of you moaning causes an embarrassing amount of slick to drip down your thighs, clenching down on her strap. “I would love to see someone else even try to make you as messy as you are right now-” Kate is pressing firmly on your pelvis, forcing your hips still as she drives her cock slowly into your dripping cunt, “You’re leaking all over your mom’s table cloth, gonna have to buy her a new one as an apology.” Kate’s tone is mockingly apologetic, but her expression is arrogant as she watches her cock disappear into you. Her thumb rubs your slick all over you, pulling at your throbbing clit, grinning at the broken moan falling from your lips.

The coil in your stomach was taut, and you were embarrassingly close but Kate has just started. You weren’t allowed to set the pace, the archer took what she wanted from you and didn’t ask any questions. “Fuck, is my pretty girl already close? Was your needy dripping cunt neglected that long?” Your archer hips are moving faster, but it’s already overwhelming as her soft eyes look down at you. No matter how degrading and objectifying she can get, her eyes are always a dead give away to how much she loves you and it shatters the stiff coil in your stomach forcing you over the edge.

The pain in your head barely registers as your head slams back into the cherry wood table under you, eyes rolling back and Kate’s name fills the house. The high you were on distracted you enough to not notice the seething anger radiating off of Kate as her hips still, her entire length soaked where it now leans against your stomach. You’re completely ignorant to the infuriated gaze until the brunette’s hand comes down harshly on the inside of your thigh, a burning red hand painted on your skin.

Your eyes snap open at the pain, a distressed noise in the back of your throat escapes as her high ends abruptly. The stinging on your thigh is absolutely nothing compared to the look on the older woman's face. While your mind yells at you, your body betrays you and you feel a wave of arousal hit you. “Y/N, you spoiled little fucktoy.” The archer’s nails are dragging down the front of your torso, blazing red lines fan out across your breasts. A shit eating grin spread across her lips as her nails scratch across your hard nipples, eliciting a disgruntled moan from your lips.

She grips her cock and begins tapping it roughly on your clit, watching in amusement as your hips buck each time. “Open your greedy mouth.”

Your lips barely fell open before the brunette was leaning over your body, spitting directly onto your tongue. A pathetic groan comes out of your mouth, weird and distorted as your mouth hangs open. Kate’s long fingers slip past your teeth fucking your throat deeply, a devious glint in her eyes, the cobalt almost black from lust. Her nails tap the backside of your teeth as she pulls her fingers from your throat, wiping the line of drool that follows on your cheek.

The archer’s head tilts her head, a soft look in her eyes but there’s a smug grin across her lips. Her fingers are tapping your cheek, and you want to lean into the feeling of it as it’s grounding your thoughts from the looming threat of a punishment.

“My pretty whore, so messy for me–” Her fingers are dragging your bottom lip around, drool running down your chin. The praise pushed away the slight embarrassment you had of how messy you were being in your family dining room; all thoughts were thrown out of the window when Kate roughly hooks her fingers into your mouth. Using her grip on you, the archer drags you off of the table letting you harshly fall onto the ground with a thud.

“Now be a good girl and go upstairs, we’ve already ruined enough of your parent’s dining ware. Your messy dripping cunt is going to cost me a fortune.” You can feel yourself clench around nothing, already missing Kate’s length filling you completely. Trying to be as good as you can, knowing you messed up earlier, you begin to pull yourself up from where you ungracefully fell into a pile of shaky limbs. Just as you finally begin to fully stand you feel Kate’s booted foot on your forehead, mercilessly pushing you back over. Callous laughter rings in your ear as you collapse back onto the floor, but you don’t have time to try getting up again when you feel Kate effortlessly throw your entire body over her shoulder. “Oh I forgot, the dumb princess needs Daddy to do everything.”

The second the archer had you upstairs and in your bedroom she dropped you unceremoniously in bed, heading to your closest. She emerges a few minutes later with bright purple rope and a box that you had no idea existed, a widely too innocent smile on her face. You open your mouth to question her, but she immediately shushes you. She lets the ends of the rope trail across your skin as she sets up your body where she wants it.

Goosebumps spread across your body as Kate’s calloused hands make quick work of tying your legs to your bed frame, spread eagle and open for her. “Da-Daddy what’s in the box?” Your voice comes out shaky and soft, throat raw from your time in the dining room.

The cocky look on her face mixed with the devious glimmer in her eyes makes you cautious, trying to bring your legs together forgetting momentarily that they were tied up. The dark chuckle from your girlfriend shouldn’t cause another wave of arousal, but you can feel yourself dripping onto your sheets below you. You watch as her hands flex and stretch, wrapping around the long box, and tapping her fingers on the side of the cardboard. “Well my toy, this just happens to be your punishment for coming without permission like a greedy whore. I bought this for you to play with whenever I was gone on missions, as a reward, but you decided to be a selfish brat. If your needy pussy has been so neglected, I guess you can cum for me as much as you want.” Kate slips open the box, arrogantly brandishing a purple vibrator.

Your eyes slide closed, groaning internally at what you know is coming next. The vibrations make your hips rut up, and your thighs try to close as she ties the purple toy to you. Kate stands and hums approvingly of the view in front of her, you knew she loved you wrapped up in purple. You watch as she turns around, heading back to the closet.

The whimpers that fall from your lips are pathetic before you realize your hands are still free, and you hurriedly go to reach for the power button. You were in such a rush you hadn't realized that Kate had turned back around, nor had you realized she had her bow out and the string pulled taut. A small arrow whizzing past your hand scares you but you don’t have much time to think as the upper part of your body, including your arms, gets weighed down by wide straps.

“You like that trick arrow, my sweet girl?” Her proud voice lets you know she made it special for a moment like this, and you force yourself to not roll your eyes. “Now be good, not like you could escape that arrow anyways, but I just heard your family pull up. I’ll make an excuse for you and that fun toy between your legs will be at the mercy of me.” She’s tapping her Bishop Security watch, and you realize that the vibrator is probably coded by the archer herself as well. She finishes pulling the purple hoodie onto her body over the gray sweats she now is wearing, almost teasing you with the fact that she is still packing, before stepping towards you. She leaves a soft kiss on your forehead, a quiet declaration of her love whispered against your temple.

Kate’s strides towards the door are quick and she halfway out of the door when she pokes her head back in, “Oh you better be quiet too baby, gonna tell them you fell asleep. Have a good night for Daddy.” The brunette is out of the door before you can answer, and you hear her messing with the handle before you hear some chimes. Your mind settles a little when you realize she set up a Bishop lock for your door, only controlled through her watch, meaning it would be extremely difficult for any of your family to walk in on you.

Straining your ears, you hear something crashing down stairs before the front door slams open. Kate is apologizing immediately, offering to replace whatever she broke as a cover up for the table you know you ruined. Your father is yelling and complaining about her lack of control with money as usual, but your mother and Kate are already laughing as the mentee’s attention seemingly goes to your younger siblings. You can’t quite tell what any of them are saying, but it does help that your bedroom is directly above the dining room where they all seem to be standing. The screeching of Nate yelling “Ice Cream” indicates that Kate definitely just offered to buy the family some ice cream, and you can’t help but be grateful as the vibrations continue to get higher and staying quiet is getting harder. You know that you’re already close and Kate has only been gone for five minutes. If your family goes out for ice cream, Kate’s treat, you know for a fact they will be gone for at least two hours as your girlfriend will probably drag them somewhere else so she can spoil your siblings. The arousal in your veins makes your thighs tremble and you aren’t sure you can stay awake through this entire thing, but it dawns on you as the door slams and the vibrations seemingly get turned up to the max; that is exactly what Kate wanted.

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hoodiewithhorns · 3 years

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━ using your safeword scenarios p.2 ★

characters : koshi sugawara, atsumu miya, kotaro bokuto

i decided to make this the p.2 and include suga since like 3 ppl asked for him so yeah !!

p.1 + m.sterlist + requests

(please read the rules before requesting ty.)

▼ cw : not proof read, f! reader , size kink + not enough prep , spanking, dumbification, degradation, daddy/master kink, dacryphilia, hurt + comfort, red! used as safeword, authority kink, angst, established relationship, all characters are 18+, MDNI ▲

Sugawara

- he was always a softie to you

- praising you at everything you did and calling you a goodgirl too <3

- but when you reunited with your friends from highschool they all talked about how their partners would go rough on them bringing you curiosity on the thought of suga being rough with you

- they teased you for having such a soft boyfriend while they went on and on about how you should try it out too.

〜 ☆

- you wondered what would make him tick so you tried being a bit bratty when you got home

- you’d reply with “make me” and he was clueless he’d just go “uhh..okay? can you please sit down?”

- having enough of it he confronted you about it

he hovered over you on top of the couch, staring into your eyes with worry. “y/n what’s gotten into you today? are you okay honey?” his voice was soft, full of concern. you sighed avoiding his worrisome gaze at you. you felt bad for making your boyfriend become worry about you. he at first assume you had a bad day with your friends since you never acted so bratty towards him.

you took a deep breath now turning to face him completely, with your face slowly heating up. “its nothing koshi..i just wanted to try something” he titled his head in confusion at your words. “you wanted to try to be a brat to me? why would you wanna do that?” your cheeks now fully red in embarrassment. “n-no i thought maybe you could be a bit more um..rough with me..” he blinked a few times to analyze what you just told him.

i-its fine if you don’t want t-to!” you covered your face with your hands while he sighs in relief glad you weren’t having a bad day. he chuckled, pulling you into his arms to have you seated on his lap. “now what brought this up my love?” he asks kissing your forehead while he roams his hand through your hair. “well.. my friends said they really enjoyed it when their partners were rough with them and i just wanted to try it out so i thought being bratty might you know...make you wanna put me in my place and stuff..” you shyly spoke as you fiddle with your hands, a sign of nervousness he’s picked up from having dating you so long.

“you sure baby?” his voice now sounding serious. the sad part was you weren’t entirely sure if you wanted this. feeling pressured to do it if you were being honest. you were fine with the way sex with suga was soft, nice and sweet. you did enjoy when he would speed up his thrusts when his high was approaching, but even at that you’d let tears fall at the stretch of him going fast.

ignoring your uncertainty, you nodded looking him in the eyes. he could tell you were still nervous, but if you were okay about it he couldn’t say no to his princess. he kissed your cheek while getting close to your ear, whispering seductively “well since you were all bratty don’t you think you deserve a bit of punishment?” you looked up at him with clueless eyes, clenching your thighs together at his new tone.

“um o-okay..koshi-”

“master, let’s go with that alright princess?”

you nodded letting him position you down on his lap, your stomach on his knees and head resting on the couch cushion. “ you know the safeword right darling?” you tried to look up at him, but your movements being limited.

“yes koshi..”

“koshi?” he questions.

“ah i-i mean master!” you quickly corrected yourself.

he patted your head smiling at your obedience. “goodgirl..now then” he tugged the waistband of your skirt smirking at your eager wiggle for him to remove them faster still felling uneasy, but full of anticipation at what suga had in store for you. “now now, be patient you’re not supposed to enjoy your punishment you know?”

“m’ sorry master..” he slid your skirt down, removing it finally, tossing it to the side of the living room, leaving you with nothing but underwear that was soaked with your juices. he rubbed soothing circles on your asscheek before he placed a mean slap on it. you jumped at the unexpected sting, your eyes starting to water with no tears falling just yet. “such a naughty thing huh?” landing another slap on your ass rubbing it to sooth the pain. the sting feeling good but the words he spoke starting to get you, breaking you down one by one.

“what happened to my goodgirl huh? she came home so bratty..such a badgirl.” your pupils shrunk at the fact he called you bad. goodgirl was something he’d always call you making you blush and smile but the fact now you were his badgirl set something off in you.

you wanted to push the feeling off you really did, but the slaps on your ass made you feel hazy and your tears started to fall on the couch. “why so quiet?you sure had a lot to say when you came home. is my badgirl finally gonna take her punishment like she’s supposed too?” slapping your ass once more leaving hand prints on it now that were bound to stay for awhile.

you didn’t respond, instead you just sobbed in on yourself feeling small and pathetic that the fact he called you a badgirl was enough to make tears stain your cheeks. he froze turning you to face him on his lap. “hey baby you okay?was it too much??”

“r-red..” finally speaking, he quickly pulled you in his embrace peppering your faces with kisses letting out soft apologies. “why’d you force yourself baby?” he whispers kissing you softly yet full of love.

“i-i’m still your goodgirl... right? i didn’t mean to be bad i promise..i thought i could take it but..” the feeling of guilt starting to take over you.

“but what baby you can say it i won’t get mad, i could never” you rested your head on his shoulder wrapping your arms around his neck.

“i couldn’t..i like it when you’re soft with me..c-can we do that instead?? please master!”

he smirked at the fact you called him master, it made his cock twitch in his jeans. relief he didn't hurt you, he started kissing down your neck, letting one hand wander up your shirt to play with your hardening nipple.

“of course. whatever my goodgirl wants. just please never force yourself to do anything ever again till you’re 100% okay with. got it?”

“yes master.”

Atsumu

- this man is kinda like kuroo

- heavy with his degradation.

- you didn’t mind ofc!! he’d reassure you he didn't mean what he said with his aftercare

- but tonight, he told you to ride him since you were being extra needy for him.

- he wanted to tease you and not fully give in and help you cum just to mess with you and have you beg.

-and well...he may have mixed in some dumbification.

- lets just say you might have taken some things to heart.

he clicked his tongue disappointed at your attempts to bounce on his cock. it hurt just dropping onto his dick but each time you bounced on it, you could feel the painful drag stretching your walls open making you sob. “come on..that all you got? it’s no fun having a dumb crybaby on my cock.” him calling you dumb catches you off guard, but choosing to ignore it you tried again this time quickening your pace.

he didn’t even let a grunt at the feeling just staring at you with a look of disapproval, already panting in exhaustion. he sighed getting tired of seeing you’re pathetic movements, he pushed you back down to take initiative having his cock still stuffed inside you. you let out a yelp at the unexpected change as he started rutting his hips into you, using your hips as support to hold himself, you moaned gripping his shoulders for support as your eyes rolled back to your head.

“was that so hard? i thought dumb needy sluts would try harder to try and get what they want.” he tutted, ramming into you meaner and harder, his cock grazing the tip of your cervix. you choked out a sob trying to look back at him, starting to not like were this was going.“m’..i was trying my best daddy..”

“were you though? as always my dumb slut needs her daddy to step in and help her since she can’t do anything right.” the last sentence making your heart stop and everything around you freeze. did he really see you this way? as a dumb needy slut who can’t do anything right? you thought back to all the times you needed his help even beyond sex like when you’d ask him to help you get something that was too high up for you at a store, needed him to walk you home cause you weren’t strong enough to defend yourself.

all these memories making your head feel dizzy. did he mean it??he never complained he was always happy to help his girlfriend. you started to continuously sob out apologies. your tears being easily mistaken for tears of pleasure, which only turned him on even more.

“aw.” he faked sympathy for you with a frown, grabbing your chin to look at him. “its okay, daddy will find a use for you. after all the only thing you’re good at is being a dumb cocksleeve for me to pump full.” his eyes were dark when he spoke almost sadistically. the pleasure you were once receiving from him started turning to pain making you scream.

“no more!! red! red! please atsumu stop!” he pulled out the second you tried pushing him off.

he took a step-back watching as you slowly breakdown in front of him. he was scared, terrified even at seeing you so hurt you went as far as to use the little strength in you to push him off.

he got off the bed running to the bathroom to grab a towel to wipe you. he returned sitting at the foot of the bed slowly approaching you with shaky hands. proceeding to wipe your tears away with it, glad you didn’t flinch at him.

“hey..no more tears it’s okay its okay─i didn’t mean it i swear!” his voice cracked, with his eyes starting to water as well. you flipped yourself over to rest your head on his thigh. “thank god.” he mumbled looking up in relief. he was scared you were mad at him or was mad at him forever.

the room was silent for a few minutes with only the movements of atsumu playing with your hair telling you over and over again how sorry he was.

“am i really that useless atsu..?” you mumbled, the thought of you calling yourself useless, being drilled into your head by atsumu made his heart sink. he quickly corrects you, pulling you up off his thigh into a tight hug, swinging you back and forth like a toddler.

“NO! NO! thats untrue! i-i’m so sorry you’re not useless! you a very useful pretty baby that i love more than a-anything so don’t ever say that!” his tears falling down his cheeks hitting your skin. you started to feel your tears come up again too. you didn’t precisely see him cry, but you could tell by his broken tone he was almost as hurt as you.

you wrapped your arms around him, as he gripped onto you tighter, scared you’d runaway or leave.

“i’m sorry baby....i promise to never call you those things ever again.” he promised pulling away to look you in the eyes. you smiled making his heart skip a beat.

“let’s go to sleep okay prettygirl?”

Bokuto

- he can get out of hand

- i wouldn’t say bokuto would be as rough vocally as the previous ones.

- HOWEVER, his cock is something you’ll never get used to

- each time you two did he had to prep you and even then it still hurt.

- you never complained though it was always temporary.

- he came home after a stressful game and only won because of pure luck.

- he was tired and needed to blow off steam immediately

- you being his cute wife was happy to help <3

he sloppily kissed down your neck, unbuttoning your shirt to have a turn at your breasts. you bit your lip to suppress your moans. “come on baby make some noise will ya?” he said removing your shorts completely before sucking at your clit making you wince, your eyes screwed shut at the pleasure. he began to stuff a finger in you feeling you clench around his finger.

“yeah just like that─fuck you’re really wet baby.” he licked his lips at the sight of your wet cunt. removing his finger completely, while running his thumb up and down your folds. he was getting impatient wanting to just ruin you already. he unbuckled his pants removing it quickly not remembering how big he was compared to you. removing his boxers just to let his cock spring free. you opened your eyes to see his tip slowly enter you.

“w-wait bo! need more p-prep!”

“come on baby your a big girl right? you can take it.” your head fell back into the pillow as tears streamed down your cheeks at the stretch. no matter no many times bokuto fucked you it still hurt. you gripped a chunk of the bed sheets in your fists tightly, holding onto it for your dear life.

he slowly went in you fully throwing his head back at how your gummy walls clenched around him so tightly. he knew it hurt you but it brought him a lot of pleasure that it did. the fact your tiny little hole would stretch pass its limit just to accumulate his fat cock was almost enough to make him cum right there.

he stilled for a few seconds, only to thrust roughly into you like a man starved of lust. you screamed as his fat cock dragged along your walls at the abnormal pace. you didn’t know if you could last if you were being honest, it hurt it really did. normally, it would last a few thrusts but this time it lasted way too long for your liking.

“bo! please s-slow down─ah!” he sped up his paces being too lost in his own pleasure to hear you. “bo!” you screamed still not getting his attention.

feeling uneasy you let out a yell of the safeword “RED!” he halted his thrusts looking down at your face that was streaming with tears.

‘oh no oh no i─ baby i’m sorryyyy!” his hair flopping down going into his emo mode. he collapsed on top of you falling on your breasts looking up at you like a wounded puppy. you chuckled and played with his hair while he hugged you tightly. still in you.

“ its okay bo..” you smiled while he got off your breast to cup your face kissing it softly.

“i’m sorry i didnt realize i was hurting you baby─ do you want me to stop we can stop!-”

“no bo its okay!its okay!” you quickly reassured kissing his cheek falling back on the bed rubbing your remaining tears away.

“just go slow okay? then when i’m fully ‘adjusted’ you can go fast and as rough as you want.”

you whispered making his emo mode fade away and his face light up with glee like he just won a prize.

“r-really? as rough as i want?” he asked making sure, you smiled in response. “yes bo. just start slow okay? i promise.” he nodded placing his hands at your sides to thrust slowly into you. he lowered himself to you and you wrapped your arms and legs around him while he began to kiss you passionately.

☆〜

bokuto’s is really soft he’s a goofball and i love em sm. also never wrote for suga before?? i hope you suga stans liked it tho it was kinda hard to write him since i don’t seem him as the type to degrade his partner he’s just here to please his baby.

i still am taking requests all links are above and down here. remember to drink water. oh and heres the m.sterlist in case you missed it <3♡

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xyxka · 2 years

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manjiro/mikey riding your strap(also kinda edging him)

(There’s also a bit of after care at the end so skip it if you’d like to, this is my first fanfic so please be nice!!)

Afab reader

Usage of the words: puppy/puppy boy, master, owner, honey, baby, curse words/ foul language so tw for that!

kinks:pegging,Dacryphilia(kinda),a bit of edging

“hh…mmmfeelsgh-ah” shivers are sent down his spine as he lets out more lewd noises. “What’s wrong puppy boy? I need you to use your words.” mikeys dick twitches so hard at the pet name “ha-*it feels*..hng good *master*”

You grab his hips as soon as his hole reaches the tip and thrust into him. He almost came but he couldn’t cum without your permission!! He barely held on, rolling his eyes and twitching at the stimulation he was getting from his prostate. Fuck he was about to pass out it felt so good. “You need to speak clearer, honey.” He could feel the tears forming. He wanted to cum so so so so bad but master hasn’t let him yet!! His tip was red after all the edging master has been doing! Every time he was close you would stop moving and have a tight grip on his hip so he wouldn’t be able to move. He couldn’t even look ahead properly, by this point, his eyes would just constantly roll to the back of his skull. his hole clenched around the silicone cock so hard. He wanted to feel all the pleasure he could, he wanted to see if maybe he could just come from that. He was a good boy of course but it was so hard to be his owners good boy right now!! while he was having all these thoughts he was subconsciously trying his hardest to grind on you, looking straight down at your chest if his eyes weren’t bugging out. Mikey hears a giggle from you. “Ha-if you could see your face right now. I honestly don’t know wether to laugh or think it’s hot that you’re so into riding my dick that you forget about everything else” it’s almost as if the sex playlist that was playing stopped for a second in mikeys pov. All he could do is blush and pout and let a tear or two slide down his face. “Masterr I wanna cum s’bad pleasepleaseplease*please* let me cum! I beg of you move at least please!” You take a deep breath. You’re in a good mood today and he has been a good boy so you think, might as well give puppy what he wants. “Alright baby, I’ll give puppy wants now okay? don’t cry too much~” you lift yourself up from the beds headboard and you wipe the tears from his face and kiss his eyelids and cheeks. You help him lift himself up and he starts moaning again. The way it the strap moves against your clit feels sooo fucking good and the fact that Manjiro is loves this makes things 10x better. He lets out a few high pitched hoarse moans then arches and spasms a little. “Hah- fuck r-right th-hhu-there…hAa mmfuck harder! Faster! P-please-hahhhshit Ahn please letmecum” “go ahead, puppy, cum for master.” He let out one of the sexiest drawn-out moans he had ever and came so much it looked like you spilled milk all over your chest.

After care! : as you run your fingers through his hair, you notice his eyes were still puffy from crying a bit earlier! you felt a bit bad. “I’m sorry if I went a bit to far lovely, you did so well.” Mikey moves his head closer to your neck. “Nah don’t worry I’m okay! it it felt really good though……you were really hot.” You suddenly stop what you’re doing. “look at you being all honest~ I’m glad you shared that with me baby” Mikey can’t help but blush a deep red. “I was just sayin’ what I felt it’s nothing…” “I love my cute puppy boy, mwah!” You kiss his forehead and you swear you can see a tail wagging behind him with how satisfied he looked. You knew you were definitely doing this again

#sub mikey #dom reader

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angstama · 3 years

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cigarettes | rindou.h

pairing: rindou haitani x reader , mitsuya takashi x reader

genre: angst, fluff, romance

warnings: alcohol, smoking, cursing, suggestive, rejection!

✧. "hey, wanna smoke cigarettes together with me till the day we die?"

this is the alternate ending to mardy bum! where reader chooses executive rindou haitani instead of our dear mitsuya takashi :-)

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : cigarettes and feelings - the haunt

"for the love of god rin, you're so fucking slow!"

you gently tugged your cream coloured cardigan against your skin, pulling it close to shield you from the cooling air in the open as you excitedly roamed the streets of prague.

you were currently on the Europe leg of tour for your latest art series exhibition and finally had the day off to explore the little capital city with your lover and hopefully check off some of your bucket lists if rindou could only increase his pace just a little bit more.

you watched rindou roll his eyes, tapping the excess ash on his cigarette before stuffing his other hand into his pocket. "but you love it when i go slow and steady." he muses, a smug grin etched to the corner of his lips. your eyes widened, quickly looking around to see if anyone heard the suggestive comment that your boyfriend had made before shooting him a glare, "i swear rin, if you keep saying shit like this in public, i'll literally never let you fuck me again." you deadpanned.

rindou doesn't say anything but only slowly made his way towards where you've stopped to wait for him, eyes never leaving yours once. you raised your brows when he leans in to your ear, "i'd love to see you try darling." he whispers, voice husky from the lingering warm air of nicotine in his throat which only sent you squealing on the inside.

"whatever." you huffed, walking away to which rindou hastily grabs your wrist, stopping you from getting any further away from him. "cigarettes doesn't keep hands warm you know?" he says, intertwining your hands together before pulling you with him to visit the places you had in mind.

"man, i could sure do this everyday." you stretched your arms above your head and bending your body sideways before turning to face rindou and stealing the lighted cigarette in between his lips to place in yours. you allowed your lungs to inhale the ever so addictive nicotine into your system, mind slightly clouded which made the spectacular view of the cathedral in front of you even much more beautiful than it already was.

you were in awe. you've always wanted to come here and you remembered ever wanting to visit this very cathedral with your first love, mitsuya takashi. yet here you are right now with someone else who isn't him. someone else who held your hair back when you threw up from the excessive drinking in hopes to get rid of the aching feeling in your heart. someone else who would let you paint their body like a canvas when you were bored. someone else who would go on to make you forget that you've ever loved mitusya takashi.

the two of you sat in silence, both basking in the breathtaking view of the cathedral. it was peaceful and everything was perfect. the way the colours of red and orange skies blended together as the sun begins to set, the way your beloved cigarettes tasted almost sweet this very evening and the way rindou's warm hand was intertwined in yours, you never want this moment to end.

"hey," rindou whispered softly as you pried your gaze away from the view and to your man. "wanna smoke cigarettes together with me till the day we die?"

3 y e a r s a g o

you carefully lowered the needle on your spinning vinyl, gently swaying to the tune as you started to prep yourself for your very own art exhibition that would be showcasing tonight.

it had been almost three months since you had last seen mitsuya takashi and during these three months, you had resorted to throwing yourself into paintings after paintings while rindou had stayed by your side, supporting you through every step of the way wether you’re high or not and you were absolutely grateful for that.

your heard that mitsuya takashi had gone on to continue excelling in the fashion industry and you were genuinely happy for him. though a part of you still wished that you were the one who helped him make it through.

“how do i look today tiger?” you gently rubbed your cat’s tummy, a soft smile tugging at the corner of your lips. you hear him meow a response as you unclipped the claw clip that held your hair together, letting your hair down on your shoulders.

your doorbell suddenly rang, catching you off guard. you weren’t expecting any visitors today you were sure of it. “rindou? is that you?” you called out, opening the doors only to be met with a pair of familiar lavender orbs staring back at you.

it was mitsuya takashi.

your breath hitched upon seeing the familiar face that you missed oh so very much. “ta-takashi? why are you here?” you stammered nervously when mitsuya leaned in closely towards you, causing you to stumble back slightly. “yours. i’ll always be yours if you want me to be.” mitsuya breathed. crashing his lips onto yours before you could say anything.

rindou.

your eyes widened when rindou's face flashes at the back of your head which caused you to roughly pushed mitsuya away. "wh-what?" you stumbled back. oh how you've waited so long for the day that mitsuya would declare himself to be yours. you've dreamt of the day that mitsuya would finally kiss you with those pretty soft lips that often utter words of affirmation to you so why did you think of another man when he kisses you?

"you've got to be kidding me right?" your lips trembled, staring wide eyed at mitsuya who reached out to your arms. "i'm not y/n. i love you y/n. i've always did and i'm sorry it took this long for me to say it to you." he looked at you with pleading eyes.

this isn't right. it can't be.

"you're fucking kidding me takashi?" you laughed hysterically when you felt your legs give up, the cold tiles hitting your bare legs. "you can't do this takashi. you can't!" you ran your fingers through your hair frustratedly.

why does he always have the right to hurt you like this?

"you can't just disappear for months and then come knocking on my door saying that you love me! that's so fucking unfair!" mitsuya lowered his gaze, he knew he had messed up and was now paying for all the times he had broken your heart.

you loved mitsuya takashi you were sure of it, but you remembered that mitsuya takashi only loved you when you were sober while rindou haitani had willingly accompanied you through your highs and lows without you even begging for it. and so, you had unconsciously decided that you wanted rindou to stay in your life.

perhaps maybe it was your fight or flight instincts. no, scratch that, you have to look for rindou. you wanted to tell him that mitsuya takashi isn't that great of a kisser than you had imagined.

"i- i have to go." you stammered, anxiously getting up and dashing out of your apartment and leaving mitsuya behind. you have to see rindou.

and so, after running out of your own place with half your make up done and getting on a cab, you finally arrived at the haitani's penthouse. you knew this place at the back of your head, often spending your weekends spinning and dancing with rindou.

you impatiently knocked on the door when the electronic door finally unlocked, revealing the man you've been dying to see for almost half an hour who's now looking at you, mouth slightly gaped.

"darling? thought i said i'll pick you up at your place?"

you wiped the sweat of your forehead with your knuckles, letting out a small exhale before taking rindou's hand in yours and grabbing his neck to pull him towards you which allowed you to finally crash your lips into his.

it wasn't your first time kissing rindou. but kissing him now felt right and it completely knocked the air out of your lungs when you could taste the lingering taste of strawberries and cigarettes on his lips and you loved it. "what's going on darling?" rindou asks when you pull away to look at him with the biggest grin on your face. "i realised i only wanna smoke cigarettes with you." you breathed.

it was a weird analogy. but rindou knows. rindou knew that it was your way of saying the words of "i love you". smoking was more than just an addiction to you, it was your only constant since you were sixteen and you'd never give that up despite the health consequences for you were perfectly okay with dying earlier.

rindou only pulls you into his chest, a hand resting on your head when you hear him mumble, voice muffled. "i'd gladly smoke with you everyday."

you felt the bustling street of prague slowly fade away in the background, leaving just the two of you and the enormous cathedral standing tall in front of you.

"w-what?" you stared at him, eyes wide and searching for any hint of joke or literally whatever that prompts an attempt to prank you in his eyes only to finally realise that he wasn't joking when he remained unfazed. "now?" you gasped.

rindou nods, "yeah. why not?" he squeezes your hand, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "unless you don't want to marry me?" he joked, raising a brow.

your brain finally fully processed what he had just said. rindou haitani wants to marry you. he wants to be yours till your last breath.

you shook your head frantically, "fuck rin- no! of course i want to marry you!"

"okay, then let's get married now." rindou stood up, dragging you along with him towards the cathedral that you love so very much where the two of you exchanged your vows that very day.

taglist: @theresapancakes <3

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sleepy-moons · 3 years

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18+, MDNI!! black fem reader, characters are college aged.

cw: literally high car sex with hitoshi. fwb, drug use (weed), oral (m->f), unprotected sex. mentions of driving while high (big no no kids). ummm i think that’s all? barely proofread so if you see a mistake no u didn’t. enjoy 💗💗

you really need to stop doing this.

it's a tuesday night, and the 5-7 page paper that has been begging for your attention for the past two weeks has finally gained it. you felt like you were on a roll, three pages down with minimal distractions, until you received a message from a certain someone.

what r u doing rn?

you weren't going to answer, wanted to at least get one more page completed before you replied to anyone. but hitoshi's got you wrapped around his fucking finger, and the moment a second message appeared in the corner of your laptop screen (a sign of true betrayal, you think), you're reaching for your phone.

wanna see u. got some 🍃

and thats's how you ended up in the back seat of his car, in the all too familiar abandoned parking lot, all red eyed and giggly. paper long forgotten, you were more focused on the way the scent of weed and Hitoshi's cologne weighed heavily in your lungs, more focused on the way he brought the blunt to his lips, cheeks hollowing as he inhaled. he made it seem effortless, being this attractive. you wanted nothing more than to have his lips on you, nothing more than to have his hand around your throat, leaving nothing but fuzzy thoughts of him in your brain.

you really, truly need to stop doing this.

a thick blanket of white smoke left his parted lips, joining the already foggy atmosphere. he didn’t have to fix his lazy gaze on you to know you were watching his every move, pretty acrylics absentmindedly dragging along his seats as you waited for his attention. he puts the joint in the makeshift ashtray he had on the center console before he spoke.

"c'mere," his voice was lower than normal, a bit raspy from the smoke, and it sent a chill up your spine. you’re quick to shuffle yourself in his lap without much trouble, palms resting on his chest for an added measure of balance.

he’s all slow blinks and languid movements as he brings your palms up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the left, then right, then left again.

“so pretty,” his indigo eyes never left yours as he spoke. “so pretty, just for me.” he knows you like the back of his hand, knows it only takes a few praises before you’re unraveling for him.

“my pretty girl. so glad you came out to see me.” and he knows he’s got you when you’re involuntarily leaning closer to him, soft whines leaving your lips as you drink up his affections.

“kiss, gimme a kiss,” and of course, he’s not gonna tell you no, not when your full lips are pouting like that. he’ll tease you about your neediness later.

his tongue tasted of smoke and cherry—thanks to the flavored candy you brought as a snack—and you welcomed it with an open mouth and soft whimpers. kissing hitoshi always knocked the wind out of you. and even when you tried to pull back to get just a little bit of air in your smoke filled lungs, he’s gripping your jaw, tugging you back to him with a mumbled ‘not done with you yet.’

you swore you were gonna stop doing this. you always promise that it’ll be the last time you leave your apartment, only to come back hours later high as a kite with an equally high hitoshi. you even vowed to take a break from your high escapades with hitoshi, even if only for a few weeks, as you closed your laptop hours before.

and yet, here you are, legs spread just for him in a cramped car, silently hoping that he'd call to see you as early as tomorrow for another night of smoking and fooling around.

“g’na cum, o-oh fuck,” and he hums with your clit in his mouth like he knows, knows you’re gonna cum with the way your pussy is clenching around the three thick fingers he’s already stuffed in you, massaging that spot you swear makes you see stars.

“c’mon princess, cum on my tongue. know i can’t give you what you want unless you do.” and he’s looking up at you with those fucking eyes, purple irises drowning in a faded red, daring you to look away as his expert tongue licks over your puffy clit again.

and you do as he says, never one to disobey hitoshi whether high or sober. the car is filled with muffled 'good girl''s as shinso buries his face impossibly deeper in your pussy, greedily lapping up your sweet slick. your limbs feel heavy, nerves more sensitive with the thc flowing freely through them. you barely notice the purple haired man sitting up, pressing your quivering legs closer to your pretty tits.

your eyes only refocus on him when you feel the tip of his dick catch onto your already sensitive clit.

"don't tell me you're already fucked out, sweetheart?" he's rutting against you, waiting patiently for a response. he could sit all day waiting if he wanted, the patience and resolve of a man who's got absolutely no troubles in the world. you've played this game with him before, laid whimpering as he slowly fucked between your pussy lips, refusing to fuck into you because your high made you a little too stubborn that day.

"toshi," you whined, manicured hand reaching down to give his dick one, two, three slow strokes. "just put it in, I wan' it." you reveled in the way his whole body shuddered, low groan coming deep within his chest.

he's got no reason to refuse you, wouldn't dare think of one in his own fogged up brain. he makes a show of tapping his dick against your dripping cunt before he slowly, finally begins pushing into you.

“big, ‘s so—f-fuck!” and when he starts thumbing at your clit, attempting to make the fit a little easier, you’re done for. your heads thrown back into the seat, nails digging into his flesh as you cum again.

you’re all heart eyes and shaky limbs, begging hitoshi to fuck you through your orgasm and into another. and he obliges, too quick to fuck fully into your spasming walls.

“f-fuck, yeah, gonna ruin this pussy f’r anyone else princess.” He’s fucking into you with earnest now, balls already heavy and slapping against you. “g’na have you dreaming about my dick, yeah?” And you’re nodding with him, car filled with yes yes yes! and the embarrassingly wet sound of skin against skin. his thrusts are calculated even when high, strokes long and precise as he nudges the same gooey spot over and over and fucking over.

your eyebrows are furrowed deep and you can barely keep your eyes from crossing, can’t even keep fat tears from rolling down your cheeks because it just feels too good. before you know it, you’re tumbling headfirst into another orgasm, ripping through you like a match soaked in gasoline.

“cumming—cum, oh my god!” it feels like the wind is being fucked out of you, and you’re not sure how to ground yourself this time, hands going from gripping the seats, to gripping his biceps then resting on his chest, until he brings your hand up to his hair, letting you tug and pull any which way. you decide to pull him down, needing him close, closer, as you ride the wave of your nth orgasm.

he’s still fucking into you, the stamina of a higher being, and you’re not sure you can handle it, not sure you can take another bone shaking orgasm.

“‘s too much, i can’t—!” you sob, and he’s shushing you with gentle kisses along your throat.

“know my baby can give me one more, know my pretty girl can handle it.” that’s all the convincing you need, that and one more sloppy kiss against your worried lips.

he places one more kiss to your wet cheek, then another to your neck before he sits up. “look so good like this, taking my cock like a fucking pro.” his large hands travel up from your tummy to your tits, pinching at your brown nipples for a few moments before he lets his hands reach their final destination; your throat. he knows how much you love the way blood stops flowing to that empty, foggy brain of yours, can tell by the way your droopy eyes instantly light up.

he looks down at where you two are connected, where you’re sucking him in so greedily, and his hips immediately falter. you’ve got his dick covered in creamy white and he swears it’s one of the hottest things he’s seen. he knows he’s gonna cum soon.

“g’na fill you up, just how you like,” he’s tightening the grip on your throat and your legs start to shake again. “gonna really make you mine, swear.” you’re a mess beneath him, babbling and begging for everything he’s promising you give you.

your brain was devoid of coherent thought, yet was full of white hot pleasure and a single word; Hitoshi—just how he liked. before you knew it you were gushing, creaming all over hitoshi’s cock for the last time that night. your cunt was drooling all on his seats, but he didn’t care, too worried about the vice grip you had on his cock. he let go of your pretty throat just to cup your face, gingerly forcing you to look at him. he wanted you to fully take in his sweet praises.

“atta fuckin’ girl! so good, so fucking good for me.” even through you were absolutely faded, you could see the lust, the want, the pure adoration swimming in his eyes as he looked into yours. it was a look that you knew you’d think about a little longer than you should when you’re alone in your apartment, one that has you questioning the relationship you two had.

it didn’t take him long to fill you up as promised, your cunt easily milking him completely dry. he let out the filthiest moans as he fucked his seed deep, deep, deep, never one to keep his voice down when he’s with you, always one to push his seed as close to your womb as possible. you always remember to thank every deity for the invention of birth control.

hitoshi was always sweet with you after the fact, covering you in a thick blanket of soft kisses, gentle caresses and pretty words. he loved the way you’d keen for his touch, more than willing to give you everything you need and more.

it’s routine now, the way he takes care of you before he drives you both to your apartment. he knows how your body runs a bit hot, so he cuts on the a/c. he cracks open a window, smiling at how you always giggle and comment on the smoke seemingly pouring out like a waterfall into the night sky.

“Did we really smoke that much?” you’d smile dopily as he tugged your shorts back on. you didn’t miss the way he pocketed your thin panties.

“enough to put the most famous stoners to shame,” he’d joke, helping you sit up fully. “c’mon, let me get you home.” the moment he said it, your eyes flicked to the half smoked blunt still in the ashtray, then back at him, pretty browns mimicking his purples in the way they both were crowded in a light red.

“let’s stay a little longer, yeah?” you had a devilish smile, one that could pull anyone—especially hitoshi—into absolutely anything. just like you’re wrapped around his finger, he’s around yours tenfold. and so he’s watching you light up again, eyes trained on you as you inhale. he barely gives you time to let the smoke billow past your lips before he’s on you, pulling you into a possessive kiss.

one day you’ll stop doing this. but it won’t be anytime soon.

a/n: it’s finally finished !! was it worth the wait? probably not. but i hope y’all enjoy it nonetheless :)

#hitoshi shinsou x black!reader #hitoshi shinsou x fem!reader #shinsou smut #hitoshi shinso smut #shinso headcanons #shinso x black reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinsou x fem!reader #whew #it’s almost 2 am I’m literally about to crash

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rodr1cks · 3 years

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Heather Hills | 2.5k

part two

neighbor trope where you’re in love with Rodrick but he can’t stop pining after Heather Hills, takes place during Dog Days

warnings: noncon touching (our ass gets grabbed), swearing, smut, heather is a huge bitch

Tonight was the night. You picked out a black silk dress that hugged your body perfectly. You looked... nice? Nicer than usual, at least.

Still, your mood was melancholy, you weren’t too excited to watch Rodrick drool over Heather all night. Despite this, you put on a smile and met Rodrick outside.

His band members, Rowley, and Greg were crowded together in the back. They always left the passenger seat to you, such gentlemen. As soon as you opened the door you were bombarded with wolf whistles and crude remarks from his cronies. “Rodrick if you don’t tap that I will!” The guitarist exclaimed while eyeing you up and down.

“Guys, guys stop, please,” Rodrick seemed a little unnerved by the banter. After that, the van was silent all the way to the party.

Upon arrival, you began to unpack the van, unloading equipment. “Hey, hey, hey, pretty girl like you doesn’t need to do the heavy lifting,” the guitarist said to you as he winked. He always went out of his way to make you uncomfortable. You laughed a bit to appease him, then walked away.

Gross.

The band was set up and Rodrick was clearly nervous.

“You don’t understand, y/n. This has to be perfect.”

You knew the importance of this going well but you couldn’t decide if you wanted it to. On one hand, he could get Heather Hills, the girl of his dreams. On the other hand, he’d be crushed. Poor Rodrick has already taken enough beatings from the girls at your school.

“I know, you’ll be great, though,” you were unsure of that statement.

“You always know what to say.”

He walked away, ready to start the set of a lifetime.

The guitarist approached you again. “Wish me luck sexy,” he whispered and smacked your ass playfully. You gasped, tears threatening to form in your eyes.

Just brush it off, you’re okay. You need to enjoy the show.

You tried not to think about his pathetic little mustache and the giant pimple that sat squarely between his eyebrows.

Why did Rodrick hang out with such scum?

The first notes of the song rang through the tent. Rodrick was… singing? Heather Hills did not look amused. Panicking, Rodrick signaled to Greg, “FULL DIAPER!”

Dear god.

Banners unfurled and cannons sounded. It was a complete disaster. Somehow the chocolate fountain went haywire and coated half the crowd with liquid chocolate, including Heather. Shit. Rodrick was done for.

Everybody pitched in with loading the van and you were out of there in no time. You feared Heather would’ve killed the lot of you if you lingered any longer. Greg and Rowley were the only passengers this time. You and Rodrick were in the front seat, not speaking.

“Rodrick, can I tell you something?”

You knew Greg and Rowley were caught up in their own conversation but you didn’t want to risk them overhearing, so you whispered. Rodrick nodded.

“Your guitarist, h-he uhm, he kind of touched me before your set.” Rodrick’s eyes widened. “Where?” he asked you sternly. “He kind of grabbed my ass.” You looked down, embarrassed. “Great, now Heather hates me and I’m short a guitarist.”

On the way back to Rodrick’s, you passed a gas station and you asked him to pull over.

“Rodrick let me out at this gas station, pretty please!”

He groaned and pulled into the lot. You ran in and made a beeline for the fridges in the back.

Where is it, where is it, ah!

Mint chip and cookie dough, both your favorites. You checked out and ran back to the van. Rodrick looked over, delighted when he saw your purchases. “He ruffled your hair and muttered a thank you. You smiled, “And that’s not all,” you pulled out two candy bars for the chocolate coated fugitives in the back.

Rodrick parked on the street in front of The Heffley household.

“Alright, everybody out!”

Greg and Rowley filed out as did you. Rodrick stayed put. “Aren’t you coming?” He nodded at you, “I have something to take care of first. Put the ice cream in the freezer and take a shower. Get that chocolate off of you.” He gestured at your hair and face which were coated in chocolate.

What could he need to do right now? Probably off to find Heather Hills and beg for her highness’ forgiveness.

You did as he said and borrowed his shower for a bit. You felt instant relief as the warm water trickled down your shoulders, chocolate melting away along with your stress. After your shower, you grabbed one of Rodrick’s t-shirts.

Lending you a shirt was the least he could do, considering the hell he’d put you through.

What a fucking night it’s been.

You sat around for a bit, awaiting Rodrick’s return. You heard the door swing open downstairs. He walked up the stairs to his room, ice cream pints in hand. You smiled at him before your gaze lingered down to his knuckles.

“Holy shit, Rodrick. What the fuck did you do?”

He looked down, “Well you told me what my guitarist did to you and I- I couldn’t help it. He needed to know what he did was out of line.”

Your jaw dropped, “So you what? Broke his nose?” He rolled his eyes at your theatrics, “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.” Had Rodrick really beat somebody up for you?

“So are we gonna eat this ice cream or what?”

You both sat on Rodricks couch, limbs entangled, eating your ice cream. He looked over at you, “Switch?” You shrugged, passing him your mint chip and grabbing his cookie dough. For the next half hour, you both sat in silence, processing the night’s events.

“Hey, I’m sorry about Heather.”

“Y’know, y/n, I realized something while I was performing. Heather Hills wasn’t by the stage cheering me on, Heather Hills doesn’t go out of her way to be kind to my family, Heather Hills wouldn’t look that good that tiny black bikini of yours,” Rodrick smirked, “and most importantly, Heather Hills didn’t buy me my favorite ice cream to make me feel better. Heather Hills doesn’t care for me like you do.”

You weren’t really processing everything. Was he hitting on you? Or flirting or… He cut your thoughts short by grabbing your waist and pulling you on top of him. “Woah what are you-“ He shushed you and grabbed your ice cream from your hand, setting it on the table.

Rodrick grabbed your hands, halting your mindless fiddling. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize how good you are to me earlier, y/n. I know that probably made you feel like dog shit.”

You let out a choked laugh. “Yeah, it did. But, you know now?” He placed one of his large hands on your cheek, using his thumb to stroke your face gently, “Yeah, pretty girl, I do.”

Pretty girl. Your stomach churned and your face turned bright red. Rodrick leaned in slowly and gently kissed you. His lips felt heavenly, they were soft and warm and better than you could’ve imagined. “God I’ve wanted to sink my teeth into you ever since I saw you in that little bathing suit.”

His voice was low and guttural, nothing like you’d heard before. This was a new Rodrick and you had no idea how to react, all you could do was sit there and stutter helplessly.

You could melt. Was this really happening? You had to check.

“Is this really happening?”

You felt him smile. He licked a stripe from your collarbone to your jaw, “You tell me.” You moaned quietly as his grasp on your waist tightened.

“How long have you wanted this, y/n? Wanted me?”

Your stomach clenched at his words, might as well tell the truth. “Since sophomore year. I-I went to one of your gigs and you didn’t see me” His hand moved to your breast and you sucked in a breath. “You looked so good on stage, I knew I wanted your hands all over me,” you managed to gasp out.

“I knew you were there,” he said matter-of-factly. You froze. “I told my mom, part of why she likes you so much, thinks you’re supportive of me or something.”

Is he serious, this is humiliating.

“I remember what you were wearing, too. A little red dress, you stood out. Never knew the neighbor girl cleaned up so nice until that night.”

He must’ve sensed your embarrassment, “Hey, it’s okay, no need to be shy.” You eased up a little bit, your hands finding his hair and gently pulling. “Atta girl.”

As things got more heated, he got more eager. At one point he looked up at you, silently asking for permission to remove your shirt. You nodded, laughing at him, “A gentleman, I see.” He made stern eye contact with you,

“I don’t have to be.”

He tore your (his) shirt over your head and stopped when he found you were wearing nothing underneath.

“Naughty, naughty girl.”

You wanted his shirt off too, along with everything else. You wanted to see him, feel him. You made quick work of removing his t-shirt and discarding it on the floor behind you.

You could feel his hard on through your panties and it was driving you insane. “Rodrick,” you panted, “I need you, please.”

The hand he was using to roll your nipple between his fingers moved to your clit and rubbed gentle circles over it. “Since you asked so nicely,” he grinned.

Your hand flew on top of his and he winced. “Oh shit, right, your hand! I’m so so-,” he flipped you onto your back and stood up from the couch. Your stomach dropped before you understood what he was doing. He fought with his belt for a moment before pulling it off and sliding his jeans and boxers off.

Christ he’s big.

He resumed his position on the couch and began stroking his cock while hovering above you. He leaned down to kiss your collar bone sweetly.

You muttered one last plea before he positioned himself in front of you.

“Are you ready for me, pretty girl?”

God there he goes again.

You arched your back up in response, letting out a small sigh of desperation. This was all so new, you had no idea Rodrick could be so… well spoken?

Rodrick took a deep breath as he bottomed out. The air was knocked out of your lungs. Fucking Christ. He split you in half with ease, groaning as he rolled his hips against you.

“R-Rodrick?” He muttered something indistinct in response. “Is this your first time?” He looked kind of embarrassed. “Yeah, uh, it is, yes.” Part of you was happy it was his first time. The other part of you felt bad for him. You knew that if girls would’ve just given him a chance, they’d see how incredible he was-

You were torn from your thoughts by Rodrick pulling out and slamming back into your willing body. You nearly screamed. He continued at an absolutely brutal pace.

“Jesus christ, Rodrick, never knew you could do this,” you gasped out, eyes rolling back.

He smirked down at you before pulling out, grabbing your hips, and flipping you over onto your hands and knees. Your head was pressed sideways against the arm of the couch but you didn’t care. Rodrick quickly got back to work, fucking you to the beginnings of your orgasm.

“Rodrick, I’m gonna-“ He grabbed your hair and yanked hard so your back was against his chest,

“Cum on my cock.”

That was all it took, you were gone, shaking and pulsing around him.

After a few more strokes, Rodrick was gone, too. He was grabbing your ass and grinding his hips against you as he finished.

Gently, he pulled out. He rubbed a hand over your ass and admired your raw, red skin.

You rolled back over, panting. “My god, y/n, how did I live without this for so long?” You smiled lazily at the ceiling. He kissed you, clearly spent. You both sat on his couch, heavy panting filling the room.

Rodrick looked over at you, “Ice cream?” He stuck the cup filled with melted sludge in your direction. You put your hand up in protest, “No thank you.” He shrugged, “More for me.” Roderick slurped the melted treat from his spoon. You couldn’t help but laugh at him.

God, Heather would despise this man.

“You know Heather slapped Rowley, right?”

“What? no way?” Rodrick laughed.

“She sure did. Don’t worry though, Rowley got to eat chocolate off of Madison.”

You both spent a moment laughing to yourselves.

You were absolutely satisfied, you could’ve fallen asleep right then and there, on Rodrick’s ratty couch.

“Let’s get you to bed y/n.”

“But I don’t wanna go home, Rodrick!” You whined.

“Who said anything about you going home?”

“Y/n, Mom’s at a writing seminar with Manny and Dad’s at some civil war retreat thing.”

Was he inviting you to stay the night? “Call your mom, tell her you’re with your friend… uh… Heather.”

Giggling, you did just that. “Wait a minute, your parents left you alone with Greg?” He swatted at you playfully, giving you a goofy glare.

Rodrick stood up and offered out his hand. You decided to be cocky and deny his help. In your attempt to stand up, you stumbled, nearly eating shit.

“Woah, woah, easy there tiger,” Rodrick said snarkily, grabbing your waist before you hit the ground. You hadn’t expected to be so unstable.

“Alright, do you want my shirt back, gorgeous?” You nodded sleepily.

He grabbed the previously discarded shirt from the ground and slipped it over your head. He then pushed your hair out of your face and placed a gentle kiss onto your forehead.

Rodrick led you over to his bed. It was a twin but you guys would make it work.

He disappeared for a moment and came back with a rag. “C’mere sweetheart. You turned to face him slowly as he sat down on the bed. He began tenderly wiping between your thighs.

“Look at you, so beautiful,” he mused. Out of instinct, you looked away from him. “I mean it, y/n.”

He climbed into bed with you, his lanky limbs making comfort difficult.

“There we go,” he sighed after you both finally found a comfortable position. You closed your eyes and Rodrick began tracing lines over your lightly clothed back. You could hear the summer rain pattering against his window and you sighed out, completely satisfied.

Nearly asleep, you noticed something in the corner of Rodrick’s room. His black and white one star’s with tire marks plastered over them. You rolled your eyes and laughed to yourself.

Heather fucking Hills.

+ literally don’t even speak to me about the grammar or the poorly written smut. act like you do not see it ty. and please send me rq’s!!

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SFW Alphabet Headcanons for Mammon :D

I used this Alphabet List made by @heauxzenji, thanks for the list, it is really nice!

Mammon is one of my favourite brothers, right next to Satan, and I can't say how much I enjoy headcanons about him, I hope you guys like it!

TW: none

A is for Adventure: something they haven’t done but have always wanted to

Definitely rob a bank. I mean, he has tried to, multiple times, but Lucifer has always maanged to stop him before he could do any damage. MC is complaining about not having enough money to buy something and jokingly says "we could always rob the nearest bank". He looks at them, mesmerized, blue eyes shining with expectation, until they explain it is just a joke...

B is for Butterflies: How they act when they’re nervous

Trembles a lot, his voice gets more squeaky and he's looking around for ways to escape. Really fast when running from people and will literally jump out of a window instead of facing Lucifer.

C is for Crush: what is it like when they have a crush? How do they know/act?

Acts like he doesn't care about them, but it's painfully obvious by how flushed he gets and how much he's stuttering. Would try to spend more time with them, using all the excuses in the book instead of just being honest.

D is for Date: describe an ideal date for them

Honestly, a simple day with them, maybe watching a movie or playing games. Snacks next to them and a bunch of blankets and pillows lying around.

E is for Essential: what is one thing they could NEVER go without

Apart from Goldie, I think it's lip balm. Boy's a model, he can't be caught with chapped lips. Most people don't notice it, so when MC starts giving him random lip balm flavours as gifts he treats them like the best thing ever, and make a fuss out of using it in front of them as much as he can (don't tease him tho, or he'll get a bit sad and probably stop it).

F is for Favorite: a favorite anything- food, place, smell, book, etc.

Apart from money, his second favourite thing is his crows. He finds them really cute, and always keeps the gifts they give him. He taught them how to swear and used to have them steal Lucifer's expensive pens before the older brother found out about it.

G is for Giggle: how they laugh/what makes them laugh

He has a really cute and high pitched laugh, and is absolutely not embarassed about it. Boy laughs at everything, can't keep a straight face to save his life, which ends up getting him in trouble with Lucifer often.

H is for Holding Hands: Do they like holding hands? Are their hands warm or cold? Pinky promises?

His hands are really warm, if he notices MC's hands are even slightly cold, he'll wrap his around them quickly, trying to help out. He loves holding hands while linking arms, keeping them as close as possible. Doesn't really do pinky promises, but that's mostly because he trusts them and doesn't need the affirmation as much.

I is for Inside Joke: something they do that everyone thinks is funny but they don’t understand

All of his brothers compare him to his crows because of the amount of times he runs his hands through his hair. They joke about him preening himself and very rarely caw around him.

J is for Jinx: Are they Superstitious?

Not really, he knows the risks of cursed objects and wrongly casted spells, but there's almost always a logical explanation in some book in Satan's room, so he's okay with it.

K is for Kiss: how do they kiss?

Lots of small pecks on their face before going for a longer kiss on their lips.

L is for Love Languge: what is their love language? How do they give and how would they like to receive love?

Definitely gives love via gifts, he can be pretty stingy with his money, so if he buys you something it's a clear sign that you mean a lot to him. Loves physical touch, run your hands through his hair or hug him from behind and he'll melt happily in your arms.

M is for Meant to be: how/when they know someone is “the one”

If he notices their compliments are genuine. Many people use him for his status, ãnd he's used to being offended and used as a punching bag, so genuine compliments are a breath of fresh air, and automatically makes you go up on his personal ranking.

N is for Nickname: a nickname they would have or their favorite thing to be called

Would absolutely use Treasure as a nickname, or Sunshine. He loves being called Pretty Boy, Good Boy, and Handsome.

O is for Organization: are they clean or messy?

Have you seen his room lmao?? Messy bitch and you know it, but he can always find everything he needs in his mess.

P is for Pet Peeve: What’s something they absolutely CAN’T stand?

Anyone making fun of Levi. He knows his brother is very insecure and as much as HE goofs around and makes fun of him, no one else is allowed to >:(

Q is for Quiet: What do they do for peace of mind

When he's stressed out and needs to take a break he plays Solitaire by himself. After MC moves in with them, he goes to their room and jumps onto their bed, watching them study or play games in silence.

R is for Rainy Day: Do they like rain? What about storms? How would they spend a rainy day?

Enjoys rain, hates thunder. Spends rainy days playing games inside, or wrapped in blankets, protecting himself from the loud noise with some loud cancelling headphones Levi lends to him.

S is for Soft: Describe their softest feature

Man is absurdly kind, helps anyone he notices struggling, and will hate it when it gets mentioned. Enjoys just knowing he did a good thing, and always ends up in a good mood afterwards.

T is for Telephone: are they a talker or a texter? How often do they use their phone?

Both, loves spamming people with texts if they don't answer right away. Could spend the entire day on the phone if it's with someone he likes. Alternatively, if it's someone he doesn't like, you can expect one worded messages and call being ignored constantly. He is more used to ignoring problems than confronting them.

U is for Unique: a random quirk they have

Really good with Math and numbers in general. His voice is surprisingly soothing, which surprises MC, considering how much they hear him screaming. It's really easy to fall asleep hearing him speak about something.

V is for Valentine: Are they the type to celebrate or not?

Absolutely, he'd be shy about it, but at the same time would want to do something big. Baby is conflicted.

W is for Wholesome: something extremely pure about them that makes you just *uwu*

How easily he blushes. He could just brush his hand against MC's and is already red all the way to his chest.

X is for Xenia: How they would entertain a guest/show hospitality

Probably the one that gives guests the tour of the entire place, offering snacks and making lighthearted jokes.

Y is for Youth: A fond childhood memory they have

Playing hide and seek with his little brothers in the Celestial Realm.

Z is for Zzz: Sleep habits. Do they cuddle in their sleep? Talk? What do they dream about?

Absolute cuddler, doesn't really talk or snore much. He sleeps naked or with underwear. Usually his dreams are about random everyday stuff, but sometimes he has nightmares about the Celestial War and hurting his loved ones because of his sin.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me headcanons #obey me hcs #mammon headcanons #mammon obey me #obey me mammon #mammon hcs #mammon x mc #mammon x reader #mammon x you #mammon the avatar of greed #mammon

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