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sickslimez · 30 days

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QUICKIE! — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...toji just can’t keep his hands to himself after not fucking you for a week...which results in a quickie

INFO...toji x fem!reader, reader and toji have kids, toji calls reader mama, doggy, groping, spanking, missionary (?), praise, cream pie, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

“Hey do you have anything to wash?” You walked up to Toji holding the laundry basket in your hands as he played with your two kids.

He looked up at you from the floor. “Nah, I’m all set, mama.” He smiled, handing your son his favorite toy. With a nod, you walked away with the full basket, heading towards the laundry room. You sighed at the clean pile of clothes that you had to fold, rolling your eyes in annoyance.

You threw the dirty clothes in the wash before grabbing the detergent. You let out a small squeak at the feeling of your husbands hands snaking around your waist. “You scared me,” you chuckled.

“Sorry,” he responded, pulling you against his chest, sinking his head into the crook of your neck. He placed a small kiss on your skin, hands rubbing up and down your waist. “Should’ve asked me for help.”

You closed the detergent, placing it back on the shelf as you started the washer. “It’s fine, I got it,” you replied. Toji hummed in response, his hands moving lower and lower down your body. “Toji, what are you doing?” You giggled.

You tried to turn and face him but he kept you from doing so. “Uh uh, stay just like this for me,” he whispered. He pushed his hips against your ass, his cock semi-hard. “We haven’t been able to do anything for the past week. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little pent up, and you walking around with these shorts and tank top isn’t helping one bit.” He smacked your ass before giving it a harsh squeeze.

You bit down on your bottom lip, feel him grow more hard as you moved your against him. It was true, you and Toji haven’t had sex in the last week or so. Both of you so tired from work and the kids, running errands, it always got in the way of your sex life. You hadn’t really thought about it much before, but now that Toji brought it up, you were feeling quite pent up too. “So, what’re you gonna do about it, hm?” You asked, teasingly.

A low chuckle left his lips, his fingers grazing over your skin, making their way under the fabric of your clothes. His hands came up to your chest, cupping your tits and squeezing them, groping them. Your skin started to heat up and arousal pooled in your panties. Just his touch alone was enough to get you all hot and bothered. “We gotta be quick.” He hurriedly bent you over the washer, a swift hand pulling your shorts and underwear down. “I’ll never get tired of seeing this ass…fuck,” he groaned. He palmed himself through his sweats, admiring the view of your dripping cunt.

Toji wasted no time in pulling his sweats and boxers down, cock springing free and leaking pre cum. He let out a shaky breath, rubbing his tip up and down your slit, mixing his arousal with yours. He could already feel how warm and wet you were, cock throbbing at the thought, anticipating how you feel around him. Slowly, his head pushed past your entrance, your lips wrapping around him, sucking him in. “Ohhh fuck, baby—mmm shit,” he breathed. His hands grabbed your hips, pulling you back on him, going deeper to reach your sweet spot.

“Ah, oh my god.” The stretch was so deliciously intoxicating, sending your brain into a spiral and he’s barely moved yet. “Baby, we gotta be quick, please,” you begged, afraid that one of the kids might knock on the door and interrupt. You felt him thrust slowly, letting you get used to the feel of his cock before going any faster.

“Shhh, it’s fine. They’re watching a movie.” He began pulling you back against his hips so you met his thrusts, your walls clenching around him each time he threatened to pull out. “This pussy is so wet for me, goddamn,” he grunted, moving faster.

“F-fuck!” You stammered, feeling how hard and fast he was going. “Feels so fucking good!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, hands gripping onto the edges of the washing machine as you tried to hold yourself stable. “Nnngh! You’re so deep! Oh my god!” You squealed.

Toji pulled you up, your back pressed against his chest as he continued to pound into you. “Shh, mama. I know it feels good, but you gotta keep quiet for me, okay?” He placed his hand over your mouth, his arm wrapped around your waist to hold you steady. Your eyes fluttered shut, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. “Ohh fuck yes. Shit, this pussy feels so fucking good.”

Your muffled moans fell upon deaf ears, your legs felt like they were jelly. Pleasure clouded your mind, all you could think about was him fucking you until you came over and over again. Suddenly, he stopped. He grabbed your hips, turning you around and lifting you on top of the washing machine. He pulled you close to the edge, your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. Both watched as he slowly slid back inside, a shaky breath leaving his lips as he felt you wrap around him again. “Look at me, don’t take your eyes off me,” he demanded.

You stared back at him with lustful eyes, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you fought so hard to hold back your moans and whimpers. Your brows furrowed in pleasure, feeling how close you were to cumming. Your jaw dropped, head falling back as he grazed over your g-spot. “Oh fuck you’re gonna make me cum!” You cried, gasping for air. “Fuck! Fuck! Baby!” You whimpered.

“I know, mama. Let it all out for me. Cum on this dick.” He kept his pace the same, feeling you clench around him, a sign you were close. His hand wrapped around your neck, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss, tongues messily moving against each other as he swallowed your moans. Finally, the coil snapped. You pulled away from the kiss, eyes rolling back, body quivering as you came. Toji covered your mouth again, muffling your curses and moans. “There you go, that’s my good fucking girl.”

He pulled his hand away, staring back at you with half lidded eyes, loving the cum drunk look written all over your face. “Cum in me,” you spoke.

“But, your not on—”

“I don’t care, cum in me,” you said with desperation.

“I fucking love you,” he chuckled with a smile, his thrusts growing sloppier. He was fixated the way his cock disappeared in you, each time he pulled back out he could see your cum at the base. It only drove him more crazier. “Nnngh, ah! Oh, baby I’m gonna cum!” His hips stuttered against yours before he buried himself deep inside of you, feeling him coat your walls with his sticky cum. “Fuck!” He grunted. “Ah, yes!” He breathlessly chuckled.

“I think we both needed that,” you laughed.

“I agree.” He smiled, pulling you closer to place his lips on yours. He slowly pulled out, his cum slowly dripping out of you. “We made quite a mess.” He looked down between your legs and then back up at you.

“We’ll clean it up—”

A knock on the door startled both on you, thankfully Toji had locked the door. “Mommy, daddy, the movie is over! We wanna watch another!”

“It’s your bedtime, sweetheart! Maybe tomorrow!” Toji shouted back. Both of you looked at each other, sharing a few seconds of silence before laughing. “I think we might have to start doing quickies more often, yeah?” He whispered.

“Once you put the kids to sleep, meet me in the shower.” You kissed his lips, entangling your fingers in his hair.

“I just can’t get enough of you, mama.”

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seattlesellie · 1 year

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i wanna have a sleepover with dina <3 we watch movies, paint each others nails, make out & scissor 💘💘

ugh a silly little sleepover w dina is such a dream <3 what if what if we mix ellie in too. what if u and dina r just doing each other's makeup while ellie watches in awe... she'd be sooo cute just looking at u sitting on dina's lap putting some strawberry lip gloss on her lips. dina would be like "oh my god its so yummy" as she smacks her lips, sticky, glossy strings forming and glistening on them <3. u, the little devil that u are, ask her if u can have a taste. ellie's eyes are blowing out of her head because what the hell did u just say???? she thinks she's hallucinating, so she doesn't say anything. this must be a dream. dina's grinning, and she's so normal about it (maybe bc u make out every time u hang out so this isn't exactly... new) so she kisses your lips gently, all sticky and sickly sweet. u part your lips to let her slide her tongue in... and it really does taste good! <3 meanwhile, ellie's like. losing it. she's all red and flustered because what the hell are her two best friends doing in front of her. she literally can't believe her eyes. this shit is like... something she sees in porn or something. you peak at her from the corner of your eye, and she's staring at the floor because she's too shy to look. she think's she's interrupting something and all she wants to do is like, hide under the couch. she clears her throat as dina's hands caress and squeeze your waist gently. you finally break the kiss, and the two of you look at her like two angels… like we didnt do anything ellie! just two girls kissing… are u that scared? meanwhile she’s all wide eyed and nervous <3 "el... you wanna taste too?" dina teases.... and ellies internally like yesyesyesyes! but she's just. sitting there still and stiff as a rock, unresponsive. dina moves closer and surprises ellie w a delicate peck on her left cheek. she looks at her with a soft little smile and brushes a hair string away from her face. “i wanna taste" ellie says quietly... like she's admitting something forbidden, like she's confessing her sins. dina initiates the kiss, sliding her sweet tongue inside her mouth, and ellie's already panting! "tastes good" she murmurs, ears heating up, her green eyes gleaming like two sparkly little orbs under the warm toned lighting. somehow, it ends up with her eating the two of you out, taking turns and worshipping your pussies like they’re the world's holiest temples. when you and dina scissor each other, grinding your wet cunts together, whimpers and needy moans escaping both of your mouths like an obscene little symphony, ellie again... just watches, exactly like she did when she watched you paint dina's face. but this time... her hand is in her boxer briefs, her fingers are pumping in and out and she's dripping all over the couch — she doesn't want to hide underneath it anymore <33

#anon 🎀#dina makes me wanna kiss a pretty fem right on the lips <33 #dina x reader #dina nolastname #ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams x you #ellie x dina #ellie tlou #ellie tlou2

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s41l0rm00nz · 1 year

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Night Owl

remus lupin x reader

cw: smut, remus is a lil mean (mayb a lil ooc) but mans is TIRED!, hinted overstim, hinted poly!wolfstar at the end bc i cant help but indulge

not proofread so ignore any mistakes lovlies

i luv remus hes such a big brain rot 4 me. hope u guys like this xx

night owls. they’re a challenge to get to bed, especially you.

remus had done everything in his power to get you to come to bed. he’s tried coaxing you, reading softly to you, watching a movie, shutting the lights off for 15 minutes only for you to whine that you couldn’t sleep. that you were needy.

there was more on that list but god was remus running out of options and the only thing he could think of was this:

your head was stuffed in the pillow, tears rolling down your face as remus thrusted deep into you. it was about maybe the third round? despite that, your moans still echoed off the walls even with the rasp in your voice as remus grunted into your ear.

“think i just had to fuck the energy out you, hm?” his voice was hoarse, laced with sleep in it while he gripped your head tightly. “maybe that’ll get you to stop being all whiney when m’trying to sleep.”

“m’sorry rem- can’t help it! took a nap today! and-and-” you sobbed, trying to explain yourself. gasp muffled into the into the pillow when remus hit a new angle.

“didn’t i say not to take a nap?” he tsked. “you never listen, love. think m’gunna have to t-teach you a lesson tomorrow, yeah?” he moaned at the way you clenched around him, using your love handles to pound into you.

“n-no!” you squeal loudly

“n-no!” remus mocked in a high voice, “did this to y’self, love.“ remus grabbed your hair, he straightened his back then pulled you up. your back was flush against his chest, head next to his neck as you screamed out in pleasure. this new position caused him to hit right where you needed it and oh- did it feel delicious.

remus could feel every clench, every drip of slick and every convulsion your body had to give him. you were close and he could sense it, his thrust going deeper as you fuck back onto him.

“can i come, remus? p-please? fuck-“ you whined, grabbing onto nothing but air as you repeatedly clenched around his cock.

remus let go of your hair, causing you to drop face forward into the pillows under you. you felt slightly winded which added to the buzzing pleasure in your body. “i jus’ wanna come? please? plea-” tears slipped out from your eyes in pleasure as remus shushed you.

“shh..” remus cooed, “go ahead, love. come for me. thats i-it- fuck!” as your thighs shake and your pussy aches around remus’ cock he can’t help but cum as well, not giving up his thrusting to prolong both orgasms. when he finally slows he collapses next to you, keeping his dick plugged snuggly into you and pulling your face into his chest as you started to fade into sleep.

remus noticed the way your heart rate went back to a normal pace, how your breathing had grown light and how peaceful you looked with your eyes closed. remus was about to do the same thing when sirius shuffled into the room, towel around his waist and hair wet. how long had he been home for?

“seems like you two had fun.” sirius joked, teasing the only other person awake “had to take a cold shower the moment i walked into the flat- god we’re gunna get complaints.” sirius said nonchalantly as he grabbed a mix of his clothes and remus’

remus couldn’t help but flush at the thought, groaning softly when sirius continued the teasing.

and remus thought- maybe. just maybe it was a good thing you were a night owl.

#ast.fics #ast.nsfw #marauders #marauders era #marauders x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin smut #remus lupin x reader smut #marauders smut #harry potter smut #poly!marauders smut #poly!wolfstar #wolftstar x reader

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joedirtymadre · 2 months

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Rough Night

YUJI X READER! SMUT! (PLEASE SEND ME REQUESTS! PLEASE IM ON MY KNEES! 🧎‍♀️)

“Nobara how’d you get this stuff?” You asked, as you held the small bottle in your hands. “That’s for me to know, and if you ever want more tell me,” she winked. You thought back to a week ago when this all started.

1 Week Ago

“Am I crazy?” You sighed, feeling extremely frustrated. “No, a lot of girls want their man to be a freak in the sheets,” Nobara said nonchalantly. “N-Not so loud Nobara! We’re in a cafe!” You said as you felt your face heat up. “It’s fine, a bunch of these guys have their headphones on anyways…” she rolled her eyes. “Now back to the topic, you want Yuji to be a little more… aggressive with you. Is that better?” Nobara asked. “A bit, but pretty much. Don’t get me wrong it still feels great, but there’s times where I’d like him to… you know…” you blushed.

“I hear you, and it’s completely normal. The only not normal thing is that you haven’t told him this,” she said. “I-I’m too embarrassed… and what if I hurt his feelings? What if he misunderstands and thinks that I haven’t enjoyed any of the other times we’ve done it?” I asked Nobara. “The only thing that I see here is you overthinking, we both know Yuji would understand. Plus he’s probably nervous that he’ll hurt you, you are his pretty little flower,” Nobara gushed. “I guess you’re right, I’ll talk to him then!” You said confidently.

Now

It’s been a week and you still haven’t told Yuji, and Nobara caught on. Leading to her handing you an aphrodisiac. “Aren’t these things scams?” You asked. “Well… I found the one with the most positive reviews online, so it should work,” she explained. “Alright… I guess a bit won’t be too bad,” you said. “I’m rooting for you (Y/N)!” Nobara smiled as she waved goodbye. “Oh and I told Yuji you weren’t feeling good, so have your room cleaned by 7, that’s when he’ll stop by!” She yelled. “Nobara is the ultimate and scariest wing woman,” you sighed.

You now sat in your room staring at the bottle. “This is most likely a scam, but maybe…” you trailed off. “No way… I’ll just talk to him,” you said to yourself. You looked at the time, realizing that it was getting close to the time your adorable boyfriend was coming over. You left the bottle on your coffee table and began cleaning your room.

It was finally 7, and you wiped your forehead as you finally finished cleaning your room. “Man I gotta clean this place way more,” you sighed. Knock knock. “Right on time,” you said as you headed to the door. You quickly opened the door, seeing Yuji standing there with a bouquet of flowers. “For me?” You asked excitedly. “Yep, Nobara said you weren’t feeling too good, so I brought you some flowers,” he smiled as you stepped aside to let him in. You grabbed the flowers, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “They’re beautiful, thanks,” you smiled. “Anything for you,” he said.

You placed them on your coffee table, and headed to your mini fridge to grab a bottle of juice. “I bought some juice, do you want a cup? Or do you just want water?” You asked. “Juice please!” He said as he sat on your bed. You grabbed 2 cups and poured juice in them, heading back to Yuji and handed him a cup. Then placing yours on your coffee table. “Look for a movie to watch, while I place the flowers in a vase,” you said, and Yuji nodded.

Yuji’s POV

Hmmm… (Y/N) doesn’t seem sick or too down. She’s probably been taking some really good medicine. I began scrolling through Netflix, as I heard a loud, “ACHOO!” Slightly startling me, “Bless you,” I said. “Thanks,” she sniffled. “You sure you’re feeling ok to hang out?” I asked. “Yeah, I’m totally fine!” She said, as she continued searching for a vase. “Have you been taking any medicine?” I asked. “My mom bought me a bottle, but it’s so gross. The only way I can take it is if I mix it with juice or something, really helps get rid of that gross grape or cherry flavor,” she explained. “Ohh! That’s smart!” I said, causing her to laugh.

I continued to look for a movie, but there’s honestly not anything good… My attention slowly moved towards a small bottle on the table. Ah! It’s probably the one (Y/N) was talking about. That’s probably why she grabbed the juice, to mix the two. Well, I’ll be a good boyfriend and do it for her. I smiled proudly, and quickly opened the bottle and poured it into her cup.

I slowly poured it, “ACHOO!” I was startled again, causing me to accidentally pour a large serving. “Whoops…” I said softly. “What’s wrong?” She asked. “Nothing!” I said quickly, as I hid the bottle. “Oh well, did you find a movie to watch?” She asked as she sat down. “Not yet,” I said nervously, she’d be pretty upset if it ends up tasting more like cold medicine than her juice…

(Y/N)’s POV

You took a sip from your cup, slowly pulling it away to look at it. “S-Something wrong?” Yuji stuttered. “Nothing, just tastes really good. First time I bought this brand,” you explained. “Oh… good!” He sighed in relief. “So, let’s watch something?” You asked, and Yuji quickly put something on.

You finished your glass pretty quickly… but now something feels off. “Yuji… is it getting hot in here?” You asked as you threw your sweater off. “No, not really,” he said. “Man, I feel so warm. The hell is wrong with me?” You asked, as you fanned yourself. “You alright (Y/N)? You’re looking pretty red, you’re sure you aren’t getting a fever?” He asked, and placed his hand on your forehead. You lightly flinched, his hand felt hot to the touch. “Woah, you’re burning up! Come on, let’s get you into bed,” he said as he quickly stood up. You slowly stood up yourself, but you felt your legs give out. You were about to hit the floor, until you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around you.

“H-Hah~!” You gasped. “(Y-Y/N)?” Yuji stuttered. “Yuji~ Something’s wrong with me,” you said, feeling your head getting fuzzier. “W-What’s wrong? What did that medicine do to you?” He asked. You couldn’t really comprehend what he was saying but you did know one thing. You needed this man.

You quickly moved your attention to his belt, fumbling with it as you wanted to rip it off. “(Y/N)? R-Right now?” He asked. “P-Please? I want it, please?” You begged. You saw Yuji’s face explode as you begged him. “O-Ok,” he stuttered. You lightly pushed him onto your bed, and leapt on top of him.

You immediately went for his lips as you sat on top of him. You couldn’t help but grind yourself on his growing bulge. “Seems like you want it too,” you smiled into the kiss. Yuji groaned into the kiss, you felt his hands move to your lower back. You felt goosebumps crawl over your skin as he touched you. “I want more,” you demanded. You immediately moved back and ripped off his belt. Then unzipped his jeans, “Fuck (Y/N), I didn’t know you liked being rough,” Yuji said softly.

“I always liked rough! But you’re never rough! Why not?!” You yelled as you stopped fumbling with his jeans. “Huh?” he asked. “Yeah! What’s wrong with me? Why won’t you be rough with me? That’s why Nobara bought me that damn aphrodisiac, but Inciuldnt use it on-“ you were cut off. “Wait… aphrodisiac, is that what that bottle was?” He asked, as he slowly sat up. “Yeah… wait. How do you know about the bottle?” You asked slowly.

“I accidentally poured it in your drink,” he said, staring at me. “Y-You did?” You squeaked. “Is that why you’re being so demanding and rough?” He whispered into your ear, causing you to tremble. “I-I’m s-sor- mph!” You moaned as Yuji pulled you into a rough kiss. You threw your hands around his neck, and slowly grinded yourself on his bulge. “Fuck…” he groaned.

Suddenly you were thrown around, your back hitting onto your soft bed. You were immediately pounced on, feeling Yuji attack your neck and his hands on your breast and ass. “Yuji~” you moaned. He immediately pulled away, “So you wanted me to be rough with you, huh? I’ll be rough, as punishment for trying to use an aphrodisiac,” he growled. He quickly reached for your shirt and ripped it apart. “Ah!” You squeaked.

His hands moved to your bra, “Not the b-“ but it was too late. He ripped your bra, letting your breasts out. “Y-Yuu!” You gasped as you felt him being to suck and kiss your breasts. Each kiss feels hotter and hotter, and makes you wetter and wetter. “Fuck, I love your body,” he growled as he began playing with your nipples. “Man you’re living this,” he smirked as he pulled away to watch me twitch under him. He quickly pulled your pants off, leaving you completely naked.

You felt your face heat up and tried covering yourself. “What’s wrong? Why hide?” He asked, as he traced a finger from your forearms to your hand that covered your pussy. “W-Why am I the only one naked?” You asked. “Ahh… you’re right,” he smirked as he slowly removed his sweatshirt. You felt your face explode as you saw his body, “Never realized how much of a staring problem you got,” he said. “I-I…” you stuttered. He quickly stood up, causing you to sit up.

He smirked as he saw you stair at his waist band, he slowly unzipped his jeans. Allowing them to fall, along with his boxers, finally allowing his hard cock freedom. You slightly drooled at the sight, feeling your soaked unmentionable in between your legs starting to throb. “Like what you see?” He chuckled. “M-Mhmm,” you nodded, embarrassed from his chuckling. “Good. Now get on your knees,” he demanded. “Huh?” You asked. “I won’t repeat myself a third time, get on your knees. Show me how much you want it,” he smirked.

You slowly dropped down to your knees in front of him, staring at his hard cock. You slowly wrapped your hand around the base, steadying it as you opened your mouth. As soon as you made contact, you felt a hand grasp your hair. “Come on princess, show me how much you love this cock,” he said as he forced it down my throat. You felt tears fall down your eyes, as you choked on his thick member. You then bobbed your head back and forth, feeling his thick cock stretch your throat with each thrust.

“Fuck…” you heard him moan, encouraging you to keep going. Sucking, drooling, and kissing all over his cock. “God, you’re so sexy with my cock down your throat,” he said as he stared at you. You pulled away with a loud ‘pop’ noise, giving yourself a chance to catch your breath. “Did I say you can stop?” You heard a deep voice say. “S-Sorry,” you said, quickly returning your mouth to his cock. “That’s a good girl, but I’ll have to punish you,” he said. Feeling a strong hand grip onto your hair again. Before you could look up to see what he was trying to do, you felt his hand bob your head back and forth on his cock.

“Ahh… fuuck, this mouth pussy feels so good,” he groaned as he continued to move your head. “Mmm~” you choked out, feeling his body fill up with goosebumps. “Fuck! (Y/N)…” he groaned, quickly feeling a hot thick liquid coat your throat. He finally let go of your head, pulling back and giving yourself a chance to take a break.

But the break was too short, as you were quickly lifted and thrown back onto your bed. Without any preparation, you felt a hard and thick cock enter your pussy. “HaaHH~!” You let out, as you felt your walls stretch. “God, I slipped right in,” he said in a husky voice. “Y-Yuu- Ah~!” you moaned as he quickly began to thrust in and out of your sopping wet pussy. “You’re practically sucking me in,” he groaned, and he continued to pound your pussy. You placed your hand over your mouth, trying to juggle your moans. However, Yuji pinned both of them above your head, “I want everyone to hear you screaming my name,” he whispered into your ear. Causing your body to tremble under him, you moaned louder as he began nipping on your neck.

“Fuck (Y/N), I didn’t know how much your pussy loved my cock. I was using it all wrong,” he panted as he increased his speed. “More~ Fuck me harder~” you begged him. “That’s a good girl, a real good girl,” he smirked as he leaned down and kissed my lips. You moaned into your mouth, you felt your head becoming lighter and lighter with each thrust. Feeling a familiar yet different feeling build up inside of you.

“Y-Yuji! Something’s different! I think I’m gonna-“ but it was too late, you felt a sudden rush crash through you. “Fuck! Mmm~!” You cried as you left yourself tense up, you felt yourself squirting. “Never seen this before, let me see more,” Yuji smirked as he continued fucking your soaked pussy. “Wait! W-Wait! Sensitive!” You cried out. “Sorry sweetheart, but this is your punishment. Plus, I thought you wanted rough?” He whispered into your ear.

As soon as he finished speaking, you felt a thumb graze over your clit. “Y-Yuu-“ you cut yourself off as you threw your head back in ecstasy. “I can’t forget about this girl,” he smirked. You trembled as he fucked your pussy and rubbed your clit at the same time. “Oh god! I think I’m-“ but you were once again too late. “Yuuuji~!!” You cried out as you felt your body shake to your core. “God, you’re squeezing me so tight. I’m gonna- hmm!” Yuji groaned as he did one final thrust before emptying his load into your sore pussy.

He then pulled himself out, falling beside you. Both of you trying to catch your breath. “Sorry… was that too much?” He asked, as he slowly pulled you into a hug. You shook your head softly. “It was… really good, we should do that more,” you blushed. “Yeah, and next time… don’t try to use an aphrodisiac. Just talk to me,” he said as he kissed your forehead. “Mhmm…” you hummed as you were feeling sleepy. “Goodnight babe,” he said, before you began hearing light snores. “Goodnight,” you said softly, before falling asleep.

…

Until you were suddenly awakened to a hard slap on your ass. “Ah!” You let out. You opened your eyes, and threw them wide open as you realized…

“Hey beautiful… ready for 2?” Sukuna asked, as he chuckled to your speechless reaction. “R-Round 2?” You stuttered. “Yep, and don’t worry. I’ll make sure to be rough, just the way you like it,” he whispered into your ear. Oh god…

Come back for part 2 😉😉

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notjustjavierpena · 1 year

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Cruel

A/N: Alas I’m back with more filth to feast on. This is very much rough and painful, so please read with caution to the tags. Enjoy getting slapped across the face!

Summary: Joel and you never attend the rest of Jackson’s population when it’s movie night. Instead, you become one messy tangle of limbs and oh, how you love him being a meanie.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader/You (no y/n)

Tags: +18 smut, minors DNI, rough p in v sex, dirty talk, f masturbating, nipple play, unprotected sex, pussy eating, pussy slapping, literal slapping, lots of tears, spit, finger sucking and breathplay.

Word count: 4.2k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47776672

Cruel

Jackson is quiet this evening. It is movie night, but you remember the one they’re watching from before the outbreak, and it will just remind you of everything before and send you nauseous to bed at the thought of never getting it back. It’s not that you’re ungrateful about your situation, but you often find yourself sentimental about the life you had before everything basically went to shit. You share that feeling with Joel. It isn’t said out loud, but the way that you lock eyes across the room when others are around or the way that he fucks you when he feels frustrated tells you enough. Joel wasn't there before the outbreak, you often remind yourself.

Joel is slightly older and knows a great deal more about loss than you; it goes way deeper than yours. He doesn’t talk about it to you though, only to Ellie, and you certainly don’t have any intention of asking any time soon, afraid that it will ruin what you two have when the others are at the movies. He just makes you forget your sentiments, and you like to think that you return the favor on the roughest of days.

To you, love and human connection is the last thing that matters in a world like this. Joel will agree. It doesn’t have to be love in a way where you forget to suck in your stomach around a guy, it doesn't have to be strawberry ice cream, butterflies and sweet nothings. It can also be his strong hand around your throat as he makes your head swim and cunt clench. He is better than anything else, you think obsessively, referring to the way he once told you that you were better than pills, but your fling might just be the surrounding circumstances. Though no one can deny, especially you, how well you sleep after being with him.

The bedside table in Joel’s room has a lamp that shines dimly, barely surpassing the fairy lights that shine from outside on the street. He has told you once, in a moment of weakness after getting head, that he’d like to have more decorations in his bedroom. You made a joke about you sufficing and he has called you his pretty little thing ever since.

He is on top of you, a hand sprawled across the skin of where your neck meets your shoulder, thumb reaching up so he is also cupping your face. It is dangerously close to your mouth, and you can hear his breath hitch ever so slightly in his throat when you close your lips around the digit and suck to the point of hollowing your cheeks.

“Filthy little thing you are,” he mumbles lowly, moving his hand slightly to cup your whole cheek and press his finger down on your tongue. You immediately start to drool, but you make no effort to swallow down your spit and it starts to spill from your mouth, glistening over your lips and making you choke slightly. Joel marvels at you, pushes down further until your jaw automatically opens for him and saliva starts dribbling. You whimper for show.

It feels impossible to move. You are both naked and your legs are tangled on the sheets, but despite the romantic nature of your bodies’ position, you have dampness running down between your cheeks and pooling on the bed from sucking his finger like you would his cock.

He leans down to kiss your open mouth filthily, not fully removing his thumb to keep you from swallowing, so that his own saliva can mix with yours and his tongue can touch your spit-covered one. It’s making the pulsing between your legs too difficult to ignore, too difficult to not do something about.

You only just manage to cross one of your legs over the other under Joel’s weight in this position, squeezing your thighs together and rocking your hips until you are moaning at the friction to your clit. You are too desperate to even feel shame as you pathetically start masturbating underneath him without your hands, and he growls approvingly at the first high-pitched mewl with his finger in your mouth.

His thumb slips from between your lips after that, dragging a string of saliva in its wake whilst the air is thick with how much Joel enjoys watching you come apart by your own doing. His hand skims down your throat to lay between your breasts, palming against the left one and then squeezing the roundness of it as he continues kissing you hungrily, lapping at your tongue.

You slide your hands through his salt-and-pepper hair, tugging a little as you continue chasing your high. You do this sometimes alone too, have developed a technique to come from this as long as Joel is on your mind or your own hands are on your tits. Sometimes, when the thought of him won’t go away, you’ll rub your cunt against the corner of a bunched-up pillow too, but it’s rarely worth the effort to get a towel to save the pillow from wet stains.

“Down, go down,” you whisper when you have a second to breathe, but Joel growls at the idea of you telling him what to do. You squeeze your legs tight over and over, feeling sweaty and wet between your thighs as you speed up your hips. Your mouth is devoured again, but only for a moment as Joel moves to plant lazy open-mouthed kisses down your chin and neck.

“You gonna come, baby?” Joel hums. He stops his descent down your body when his mouth hovers above your chest, following your plea to a certain extent, but without completely capitulating. You might be a drug, but he can control his addiction. At least he thinks so.

“Close, fuck— yes, I’m close” you moan and let your eyes fall shut. You furrow your brows in concentration, rhythmically clenching and unclenching your thighs and cunt to stimulate yourself closer to orgasm. It feels so good despite how empty you are, but it’s hard to not stop what you’re doing when you know Joel’s cock and hands are within reach, it isn’t enough to start searching him out though. You go faster and more desperate, letting out tiny cries as you near the edge.

“Jesus, you’re pathetic,” he chuckles as he inspects the redness that has started to spread across your chest. You like it more than you want to admit when he is a little mean to you.

He leans down further to nose along your cleavage and afterwards licks a stripe up along the very same trail. When he reaches the visible dip just below your neck, the suprasternal notch, he presses his mouth into it and sucks hard enough to create a mark of dark red and purple.

Joel then goes back to your breasts and presses another wet kiss to the swell of your right one, bites down afterwards and watches with satisfaction how your nipple hardens at the attention to the sensitive skin. He laps at the hardened nub, placing the flat of his tongue against it and then gently swirls the muscle around it afterwards. Just when he has given you the illusion of tenderness, he tugs on it with his teeth.

“Just make me forget it all, Joel, please, please,” you cry as he gives the left breast the same treatment, “I’m going to—“

Your little cute gasp as your orgasm comes has him swearing under his breath. He lets go with his teeth to stare up at you through his eyelashes, marveling at how you arch your back underneath his weight and smile up at the ceiling as you are pulled away from him into a reality of ecstasy. Your thigh clamps down on the other as you ride the wave, hips stuttering on the bed.

The pulsing sensation between your legs fades out until the over sensitivity kicks in, forcing you to relax and sink further into the mattress that sticks to your skin because of its dampness. You dare to open your eyes, realizing what Joel has just witnessed you doing and it makes your cheeks burn with shame, a feeling that had been practically nonexistent a minute ago.

Joel’s cock hangs heavy between his legs as his eyes roam over your body. It twitches when you gain eye contact, but he looks anything but repulsed by you. Instead, his voice has dropped an octave and you find him curling a hand around your thigh to yank your legs apart for him.

“You want me to be mean, doll? Is that what you want?” He asks but you only nod for show; he knows your answer, “Good girl. First, I’m going to eat your sensitive pussy until you cry about it, then we’ll see what I want to do with you. Deal?”

You nod.

“Words,” he roughly grabs both of your thighs and presses them outwards until they’re against the bed, holding you in place whilst settling between your legs. You whimper at the sight of him inhaling your scent, him watching the drips of slick coming from your slit. You don’t have to look down to know that you’re red and puffy from all the blood in your body having gone down between your legs. Maybe that’s why you feel stupid and drunk; you have no blood in your head.

“Deal,” you whine as he cups you, touching you only by covering your cunt with his hand. Teasingly, he slides his fingers through your folds and then goes gently from side to side. You moan shakily due to having come moments before, wiggling as much as possible with one of your thighs being held so tightly in place.

Suddenly, you feel his hand leave you for just a second before coming down onto your swollen clit in a smack. The noise that leaves you is a mix between anguish and pleasure, your free thigh falling inwards to protect yourself from it happening again despite your womb clenching in interest.

“Lie still, baby,” he says sternly and yanks your thigh to the side again. He repeats the move again, but instead of a single slap to your cunt, he spanks it several times in a row until you sob and thrash as your nerve endings come alive. You try reaching for his wrist, but he doesn’t let you come near a sense of control as he bats the hand away with a tut, “Stop… and don’t act like you’re not thinking about how it’ll feel when I pound her soon.”

He is right.

The torture goes on, your legs still trying to cover yourself up from his huge palm by falling inwards. The feeling is grotesque and hot in a way that is confusing, so much that it makes you beg for him to stop but without wanting him to. It is to no avail, and hot tears fall down your cheeks, your cunt throbbing from the pain that you hope he might soothe soon.

When Joel finally backs down, you are crying genuinely as you stutter his name, but only because you cannot find other words to say that he has made you want his cock inside of you more than ever. If only he’d put it in you soon.

Your chest moves rapidly to catch your breath that still feels stuck in your throat, burning from never getting properly into your lungs as you have endured slap after slap to your clit. You babble for a moment, bucking your hips up into nothing.

“They’re going to stop the movie with all that noise you’re making. You don’t want them to suddenly be in your window, do you? They would see that red cunt of yours.”

You whimper, but silence yourself. You reach down between your legs, trying to soothe your aching vulva but as soon as you touch yourself, your mouth trembles into a little pained noise. Still, you find yourself rubbing your clit and it makes Joel chuckle darkly.

“Shhh, babydoll, I’ll kiss it better,” he tells you in a gentle tone that contrasts the way that he leans over your cunt with hungry eyes. He removes your hand, moves his mouth around for a moment and then spits down onto you. You wait in anticipation, watching it dribbling from his mouth with a disgusted yet aroused curiosity.

He lies on his stomach with his feet a little off the bed, positions himself so he can press his hard-on against the sheets if everything becomes too much. You’ve been watching, discreetly, you hope, and you can see how much restraint that he shows you, because his cock is angry and red, precome having beamed at the tip for a while now. You won’t point it out though, not when he is in a mood for being mean.

Every coherent thought flies out of your mind in the next moment as Joel’s face disappears between your legs and the only thing you can see is his gray-speckled hair. You can feel him nose along the mound of your cunt, being kind enough to not start too intensely and so, you reach down to run a hand through his hair to show him how grateful you are. You hear him breathe in through his nose.

Both of his hands curl around your thighs and slide inwards until they’re resting on either side of your sex. One of his thumbs reach in to scoop slick up to smear along your labia and then clit, where he rubs one or two lazy circles around the hard nub. You breathe deeply through your nose, “Joel… please.”

“I know,” he says softly, but then presses down harshly, and the move makes something tug inside of your body. You wail, pressing your feet into the mattress and arching your back. Joel goes for it then; he covers you with his mouth, holding you in place as he eats your cunt.

His lips suck your folds into his mouth, nose pressing firmly against your clit. He causes a little friction by bobbing his head ever so slightly, and the image of you coming on his face at the mercy of his nose and dripping into his mouth passes through your head. You moan loudly.

Joel opens his mouth against you then, stiffening his tongue to dip it inside of you for a second. He hums with contentment as you clench, tastes you with a soft noise like was he taking the first bite of his favorite meal. You respond by pulling at his hair and saying his name, trying to keep your orgasm at bay for just a little longer so he can stay on you. His warm mouth is soothing, his tongue is experienced and velvety against your sensitive skin.

He continues lapping, licking, sucking, closing his mouth around your clit finally and pulling with his swollen lips until he releases you with a soft pop. He repeats the move, but there’s something that tells you that he isn’t quite satisfied with himself yet.

You have goosebumps as he pauses and your orgasm starts fading away from you. He lifts your legs to place your thighs on his shoulders to which you respond by crossing your ankles behind his back, tugging yourself closer to him and further underneath him. He nods approvingly, rubs your thighs up and down a few times before going back to make you fall apart again.

Your orgasm approaches again. You don’t want to ask him to put his fingers inside of you despite needing to be filled by him with a newfound urgency as you now have the ability to pull yourself up against his mouth.

You can see his hips moving a little too, tilting upwards to fuck against the bed. You do it too; start grinding on his mouth and nose.

His hands come all the way around your thighs until his palms are resting just below your belly button. Like before, one thumb goes down to your clit but instead of stimulating you, he pulls back the hood of your clit to suck more directly. The pleasure mixed with pain yanks you closer to the edge immediately.

“Fuck, fuck— Joel, I’m going to come,” you groan, pulling roughly at his hair as you grind down on his mouth to speed everything up. You want it so bad.

Just a little— oh.

A little more.

There it is. You come undone for the second time, and the immediate release of dopamine that floods your body makes every little bit of pain fade into the background. You arch your back, feel Joel moan against your cunt as he moves against the bed with the same kind of desire for relief that you had earlier.

As the world comes back to you, your legs fall off his shoulders and hit the bed, making the mattress bounce slightly. You are panting in a way that makes you wonder if you’ll ever come down again, head swimming with post-orgasmic bliss.

“My pretty little thing,” he says lovingly as he crawls up towards you again. His whole face is shiny with your arousal, but you still tug him upwards until you can kiss him deeply. You taste sweet on his tongue. Loving him almost feels like something in a world gone wrong.

“What about you?” You ask innocently after he breaks the kiss for air.

“You think I’m done with you?” He laughs quietly, his hand coming up to rest on your chest, just above your breasts, “I recall telling you that I was going to think about what I wanted, and I think that might be pumping you full of come.”

“Yeah?” You can feel his hand going up until it rests against your throat. He doesn’t squeeze but something tells you that it won’t take long before he does.

“Yeah,” he mocks your tiny voice. You love how he switches between being loving and cruel, “Drunk on my tongue, aren’t you? Just wait till I turn you into a cockdrunk whore.”

You want to tell him that he can do whatever he wants to you, that you’re here and willing without an ounce in your body that will protest if he uses you right now. Unfortunately, words are gone from your brain and, in this moment, a foreign concept. You tell him by bending both of your knees on either side of him, planting your feet on the bed and spreading your legs wide on the bed. You’re still somewhat sensitive, but no matter the mouth-drooling intensity, it’ll be worth him feeding your pussy with his cock.

“Dirty girl, cock craving and all,” he says under his breath, shuffling around a little without lifting his hand from where it is resting at the bottom of your throat. He presses his palm down into your collarbones as he moves to his knees to get comfortable, pushing air out of you.

You wait patiently, look down between your bodies to watch his hand wrap around his length to stroke himself a few times. Then he leans forward, settles and breathes deeply as he stretches you open. He stuffs you to the brim, thighs against the back of yours.

“So fucking tight for me,” he growls as he pulls back a little before slamming forward again. Your head swims. You’re his now, forever, until he says he doesn’t want you anymore.

“You’re so big,” you pant as you adjust to him splitting you open with the way that he drills into you without hesitation. You still feel the impact of being slapped earlier, but the last orgasm has numbed the sting significantly to the point where you stay in a blissed-out haze as he slams his pelvis into your cunt, “Feels like— oh, fuck, feels like you’re splitting me open, baby.”

Joel cruelly fucks you after those words, the severity of them spurring him on. Your eyes roll back into your skull, mouth falling open with the threat of drooling again as the whole bed shakes underneath the both of you. You whimper like a wounded animal, fluttering around his length and sucking him in further with how wet you are.

“Look at me,” he commands and you obey immediately. The hand not on your chest moves to cup your cheek, “Good girl. Keep those eyes on me, want to see the shock in your eyes as you take my come.”

Your brow is furrowed as he angles his hips a little, pounding against your g-spot as he chases his own orgasm. He notices your eyes fluttering closed as you’re stimulated by the head of his cock nudging just right, so he makes them fly open to look at him in horror as he smacks your face, palm landing flat against your cheek. It makes tears start to well up in the corners of your eyes, and the sting goes straight to your cunt that clamps down in surprise.

“I said— shit,” he begins but trails off for a moment when a particular thrust makes his mouth fall open. It takes a moment to recover, “I said look at me.”

You nod and moan, the first tears spilling again and making you want to avoid his eyes despite everything. You do as you’re told though, trembling as you take his cock like a trooper and feeling the pressure build just below your navel. A part of you wants him to do it again, but you also need to be able to leave your house without red, swollen cheeks; you can avoid questions about why you’re not sitting down by doing outside work, but you won’t be able to avoid getting questioned about why you have Joel’s palm painted on your face.

You lift your legs to wrap around his waist, locking your ankles at the small of his back. You want to show him how much you’re turned on by him being like, staring into his eyes with furrowed brows and desire unlike any other. He meets your devotion to him by grinding his pelvis into your clit, barely pulling out anymore to go deep inside you.

“Faster, no, harder,” you moan and Joel growls, “Please, Joel. I’m so close.”

The bed frame shakes by now, knocking into the wall with a force that would have the whole village knocking on your door if they weren’t too busy with a stupid rom-com. Thank goodness that Joel lives in a house and not an apartment complex.

Above you, Joel is panting. He shifts on the bed one last time, moving to hover over you to press his weight down further and follow up on your request. The hand at the base of your throat goes slightly up and you let out a silent moan when his fingers wrap around your neck.

His calloused palm is warm and somehow gentle, all things comforting despite what the hand is doing. His fingertips dig into your carotid arteries to the point of making your head swim, and whenever you whimper or gulp, you feel your throat burn at the pressure that becomes slightly harder as your neck muscles force down spit.

“If you could see yourself,” he breathes above you and you can hear that he is about to come, “Come on, doll, milk me dry, honey.”

You cry without sound as your orgasm comes. It hits you like a runaway train, and by the first clench around Joel’s hard cock, he relaxes his big hand’s grip little by little and your eyes widen as oxygenated blood slowly returns to your head. The rush is incredible, making your cunt pulse even harder as your brain suddenly makes a burst of adrenaline flood your body.

You practically scream as you can breathe again, but the noise is hoarse and pathetic above all else. You’re lost in the moment, staring doe-eyed up at Joel as he thrusts a few times more before finally seating himself inside of you and coming inside of you with a grunt. He must’ve been waiting for that since you got naked.

After that he collapses on top of you, slipping out of your spent cunt. The both of you make a noise and then melt into each other whilst time stands still for a moment.

Joel’s cruelty has faded, and you hug him close until he remembers that he isn’t supposed to be in love with you. He remembers the conversation, and how simple it had seemed to just be an outlet for you and vice versa. It doesn’t seem as simple now that he has a moment of clarity.

“I didn’t hurt you too much, did I?” He asks to stop his train of thought. You chuckle at his gentle giant nature, shaking your head into the crook of his neck. He can feel you smile against his skin, and his body responds by scooping its arms under you and wrapping them around your waist.

“I could draw you a bath,” he adds, “If you want.”

“Sure, that sounds good,” you reply with a soft kiss below his ear. You mumble a dazed thank you, inhaling his scent one last time before he untangles himself from you. ‘I love you’ is at the tip of your tongue but there’s too much at stake to say it out loud.

#joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller x you #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #joel x reader #joel x you #the last of us #tlou hbo #my writing

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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 7 months

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Steddie Upside-down AU Part 15

Part 1 Part 14

“Demogorgon?” Eddie demands. “That thing does not look like a Demogorgon!”

He can feel himself unraveling. He and Steve are barely unraveling and now they’re supposed to keep this kid alive somehow? They’d planned to fuck off and die of starvation, but now there’s a fucking kid in the mix, they’re going to have to fight that thing again and figure out a way to get out of this mess alive.

“What’s a demo—”

“It’s a D&D monster, Steve.” He’s being too loud, and he realizes it even before Will shrinks back, looking between Eddie, and Steve, and the door, like he can’t figure out which one is more of a threat.

“Oh, that’s cool,” Steve says, like a jackass. Will smiles hesitantly over at him.

“It is not cool, Sir Steven,” he hisses, keeping his voice down this time. “That is not what a Demogorgon looks like, and in cause you’ve forgotten, it tried to eat you! What about that is cool?”

Steve holds his hands up, palms forward like he’s trying to calm a spooked horse. “Alright, man. Ease up,” he says. “Let’s just sit down and like, talk this out.”

As if to demonstrate the act of sitting, he folds himself gracefully to the ground, legs crossed in his usual sitting position. Eddie hates him just a little. But Will sits too, knees to his chest, arms locked around them, so Eddie slides off the couch and joins them.

“Why do you think it’s a Demo-whatever?” Steve asks, rolling his eyes as both Will and Eddie correct him in unison. “Yeah, Demogorgon, whatever.”

“I rolled a three,” Will says. “In the game. I rolled a three, and it got me. And then it got me in real life.”

Steve reaches out, patting the kid’s ankle. “Are you hurt?” Steve asks.

Will holds out his palms. They’re scrapped, a little bloody on the heels, but not too bad. Kid’s faired better than they have, that’s for sure.

“Just these,” Will says. “I fell off my bike.”

Without getting up, Steve stretches out to grasp the handle of his backpack, pulling it toward him. He pulls out their meager first aid supplies, even though the blood looks old and dried. He scoots forward on his butt until his knees knock into Will, and then he holds out his hand.

It takes a few loaded seconds, but Will puts one of his hands into Steve’s. Steve holds it up to his eyes, hemming and hawing over the minor cuts like they’re battle wounds.

Then the best thing happens – Will Byers laughs. Is Steve Harrington good with kids? Eddie is going to lose it.

“I think you’ll live,” Steve says, wiping the dried blood and dirt from his hands with one of the few remaining wet wipes, careful of the scabs. He pats them dry with the hem of his shirt before gently securing bandages across them. “There,” he says, with a private little smile. “Good as new.”

Will smiles up at him, cheeks pinkening in a way Eddie empathizes with. If Steve Harrington tenderly cared for his wounds, he’d disintegrate and blow away on the wind.

“Now what?” Will asks, looking around at his surroundings curiously, as if he only just realized he’d followed two strangers to an unknown location. “Where are we?"

Eddie jumps up, bowing theatrically. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

A small, competitive voice in the back of his head crowed in delight when he made Will laugh this time. Screw you, Steve Harrington. He was going to be this kid’s favorite.

“We should compare intel,” Steve says, like someone who’d watched too many James Bond movies before his brain was fully developed. But they do.

Steve and Eddie take turns describing a kid-friendly version of what they’d been through. The raging party turns into a small get-together, sans drugs and alcohol. The “Demogorgon” attack in the alleyway involves not injuries, and it never broke into Steve’s house at all.

They don’t mention the lack of food, but Eddie begins sifting the water when it becomes clear Will hasn’t had a drink in a while. He doesn’t let the kid see the residue left on the shirt that had once been in the water he’s now greedily gulping down.

Steve’s fidgeting, straightening, and recrossing is legs periodically as they wait for Will to finish drinking and catch his breath.

“And you?” Steve asks, when he finally lowers the bottle, wiping the water that’d dribbled down onto his chin with the sleeve of his flannel.

“I saw it in the woods,” he starts, handing the bottle back to Eddie and pulling his knees back up to his chest. “It made me crash my bike.”

“And it got you?” Steve asks, quiet and gentle.

Will shakes his head. “I made it home, but no one was there, and all the lights were flickering. So, I went to the shed, and I got Lonny’s gun. And—” he swallows, voice sounding thick. “I shot it, but it took me here anyway.”

“How long have you been here?” Eddie asks.

Will shrugs, less like he doesn’t want to say, and more like he doesn’t know. “My Mom’s looking for me though.”

Eddie’s jealous of that level of faith in a parent. He swallows it down, says, “of course she is.”

Will shakes his head, hair flying with the force of it. “No, you don’t get it,” he says, adamant. “I’m not just saying that. I talked to her.”

Eddie’s eyes shift to Steve’s face, sees the same skepticism he feels reflected back, hope it doesn’t show on his face quite as much. Okay,” he says, drawling the word out past its usual thresholds, “how?”

“With the phone in the kitchen. I called and she answered,” Will replies. There are tears running down his face now. “She sounded so worried.”

“…what did she say?” Steve asks. He’s picking at his cuticles again. Eddie wants to reach over and grab his hand. He doesn’t.

“She said she’d find me,” Will says. “But then the Demogorgon came.”

There’s silence for a minute besides Will’s quiet crying. Steve scoots closer to him, nudging their knees together companionably.

He meets Eddie’s gaze, something that looks alarmingly like hope shining in his eyes. “You got a phone in here, Munson?”

Part 16

#steddie upsidedown au #steddie fic #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #my fic

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iwashie · 10 months

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑!|𝙱𝙻𝙻𝙺

📌 itoshi sae, itoshi rin, barou shoei, mikage reo, chigiri hyoma, aryu jyubei, karasu tabito, bachira meguru, ryusei shidou

･ﾟﾟ･｡ warnings- gn!reader, established relationship, 18+ characters, pro players(20+), fluffy. Synopsis: Things they do as your bf.

☆ BACHIRA- Matching clothes!! He thinks it’s cute this thing of couples wearing matching clothes, signaling that they’re each other’s and he’s always wanted to do that. He bought the most extravagant, horrifying shiny outfit for you to wear and the worst thing is that it’s wearing on the street, and you don’t want to make him sad.... Oh, he also bought you two bee pajamas!

☆BAROU- He likes to keep his things clean and organized. He’s organized and clean so everything has to be in order for him to be at peace, but you’re kind of disastrous and forgetful, but he doesn’t get so angry - pure pretense on his face of bravo. He understands that this is your way, and that’s why he fell in love with you, and also, he knows that there are days you don’t feel like being organized or can’t and so he does it for you.

☆ TABITO- Gossip!! He grew up surrounded by women gossiping here and there, and he doesn’t deny that he loves gossip. “A prestigious man is a gossiper, yes!” Don’t think about leaving him without the daily gossip or continuation of gossip. “Who’s pregnant?!” or “Did you get the rest of the gossip? No? But I have one for you!”

☆ RYUSEI- He’s kind of crazy, so when you came up with the idea of him getting a tattoo with your name, he accepted it without a second thought! And now he has your name tattooed on his left chest, right next to his heart. And yes, he loved the idea because unlike what most think; he is a one-person man, if he dates it is to marry.

☆ CHIGIRI/ ARYU- Beauty care!! He doesn’t want to know if you don’t have money for that expensive treatment. He’s your boyfriend and has a black card... Just accept the night of care while he finishes your hair and the face mask takes effect. If he takes care of himself, so will you!

☆RIN- Movie night!! You both watch movies at night almost every Friday and then evaluate the movie, serious conversations as if you were cinephiles. The joint account on Letterboxd is the key point, a mix of horror movies with the genre you like. (Teammates follow this account just to poke fun at him)

☆ REO/SAE- His car is a place he likes to have absolute control over, but every time someone hitchhikes with him, he always finds your belongings like makeup, high heels, perfume, charger, keys and he just puts it all away, with a smile on his face or “this is where they left it.” And the main thing of all, the passenger seat, which is your throne, has the position that you love and if someone tries to change he does not let them, he can tell the person to get out of the car.

#blue lock #blue lock x you #bllk x you #blue lock x reader #bllk imagines #blue lock headcanons #bachira meguru #reo mikage #karasu tabito #aryu jyubei #chigiri hyoma #itoshi sae #itoshi rin #barou shouei #ryusei shidou

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ghulehunknown · 3 months

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Papa Headcanons - Valentine’s Day 💕

Rated PG-13 for implied adult themes!

Oh my goodness, it’s Valentine’s Day! How will your beloved celebrate with you?

~💘💝💘~

Primo

Gives you a beautiful bouquet of roses grown in his garden

Surprises you with herbal tea in bed while he makes you breakfast

He arranges for everyone in the Ministry to send a secret valentine to an assigned person, so you all get a cute card or treat

He’s surprisingly very into theming so he wears a red robe and mitre that day, and eats lots of pink foods

He gives everyone a single flower, even his least favorite ghoul

Says he has a nice surprise for you later; lit candles everywhere, your favorite snacks, a bubble bath, and some lingerie for…certain activities after you relax 🛁

Secondo

Also surprises you with breakfast in bed, complete with one of those silver covers that he flourishes as if you just got fancy room service

Packs your lunch for you that day with a cute little note which you proceed to keep in your wallet for a long time

He relieves you of your Sibling job duties a few hours early and arranges for you to have a massage done by the Ministry’s massage therapist

He arranges Valentines karaoke for the ghouls and siblings, the setlist being rock’s greatest love ballads and also some Celine Dion mixed in

Bakes you a cake (or whatever your fave dessert is) and decorates it with pink heart sprinkles

His final gift of the day is flowers with some very nice jewelry…and also a new lingerie set. He wants to see you in the set wearing the new jewelry he got you, saying it’s a gift for him too and he wants to admire it

Terzo

His penis. He gives you…his penis, wrapped in a bow. “Breakfast in bed, mm?” he’d say (don’t worry, he offers to go down on you too)

Okay, okay, he actually comes back with coffee, cigarettes, and Pop-Tarts

Has flowers sent to you while you’re both at work so you’ll think of him all day (so all your coworkers/the other Siblings see what an amazing boyfriend you have)

Encourages everyone to leave work early that day so “you can all go fuck each other!”

Orders sushi takeout (or whatever you want if you don’t like sushi but author happens to love it) and has made a whole setup of pillows and blankets on the floor for you to watch cute movies while you eat dinner and snacks

Gives you naughty conversation hearts and says you have to do whatever it tells you to…they’re instructions for bedding you later

Scatters rose petals all over the bedroom, lights candles so the room looks very romantic and promises to make love to you like never before

Copia

You wake up to utter chaos - a burning smell from the kitchen and rats running all over the place. “Eh, it was supposed to be a surprise…we’ll get takeout.”

But you’ve already DoorDashed pancakes for the pair of you, because somehow you knew he’d be too stressed to handle everything

He’s genuinely very excited to celebrate Valentine’s Day so he can go all out to show you just how much he cares about you

He decorates his office and room the day before - all pinks, reds, and purples with hearts everywhere

He gifts everyone in the Ministry a cute little paper valentine, like the kind you used to pass out in elementary school

Says cheesy but sweet things all day, like asking you to be his valentine, making puns like “bee mine buzzzzzz,” etc.

Smothers you in hugs and kisses

Wants to watch rom coms with you before going to bed that night, complete with themed snacks

He bought you matching V-Day underwear

Nihil

Gets you one of those generic heart shaped chocolate boxes from the drug store

He also leaves a very mushy, sentimental hallmark card on your nightstand

“Why do we need a special day? I love you everyday!”

He doesn’t arrange anything for the Ministry as a whole but he does make sure to do the bare minimum for his partner

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can u write an angst about reader and drew while they fight really hard bc drew think that reader is always too friendly/flirty with new people and its bothering him meanwhile reader doesn’t feel trusted and understood by him so they do a pause but it affect him really much so all the cast organize a forced reunion between them

Just Trust

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Actor!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, arguing, social drinking, healthy communication later on, not edited

A/N: a little different than the request but takes place while filming OBX3

It was always like this, coming home from a night out with the cast and immediately arguing once the door closed. It was all a facade for our friends and cameras.

Perfect couple! So many headlines came out with that statement when we first became an official couple. Oh were they wrong.

“Again?” Drew yelled out as he aggressively set down the car keys.

“Ugh! Again what Drew?” I rolled my eyes at him as I took off my blistering shoes.

“First you take so many pictures with these touchy fans, then you let the new sound guy buy you a drink?” he crossed his arms as he towered over me.

“I don’t know what you want me to do!” I quickly stood up and moved to the bedroom, trying my hardest to get away from the situation.

“I want you to set boundaries with your fans and not accept drinks from random men!” his finger tapped hard against the wood surface of my vanity, his force shaking it on the wooden legs.

“They are my fans Drew! They are the ones who gave me all of this!” I threw my hands up in the air showing my studio apartment.

“And the drinks? Soon that guy will want more from you on and off set!” he moved to the bed to sit and take off his clothes.

“It’s the same way I buy lunch once a month for the crew! He was just being nice! They’re always just being nice!” I stood up and started to change out of my outside clothes.

“Oh don’t use that bullshit on me again! I let that shit slide once!” he threw his dirty clothes into the hamper with force. “You don’t see how those men look at you!”

“They are just being nice Drew! The fans and everyone! Anyone else can see that but you!” he was closer now, we both can feel the anger radiating off each other.

“You’re too friendly! Always allowing people to give you handouts! You have a fucking boyfriend! You have me! This is just like how it was when you first met Rudy.” his nose flared, his face red.

“Too friendly? -You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! You’re bringing this up again? He is with Elaine! I am with you! God I can’t fucking deal with you!” I stormed off into the bathroom, hoping that doing my skin care routine would calm me down.

“He didn’t seem to care that you were with me, and obviously you didn’t too!” he was behind me in every step, not missing a single beat.

I stood over the bathroom sink, my eyes looking into my reflection just observing myself and what I have been putting myself through. My head drops between my shoulders, head heading low as my hands kept me up on the counter.

All you could hear throughout the apartment when just Drew’s heavy breathing echoing.

“Do you trust me?” I mumbled out into the silence.

I looked up into the mirror to meet his eyes through our reflections. I could tell he knew his answer but didn’t want to say it, scared of the outcome.

“You can go.” I couldn’t look him in the eyes anymore. I immediately began to wash my face, hoping that my tears mixed in with the water.

He didn’t even try to fight me on staying, he just started to pack up his things. Over the loud water, I can hear drawers opening and his feet shuffling on the concrete floor.

As I dry my face with a towel, I hear the front door close.

The next few days and nights were a mess. Waking up with a sore throat and puffy eyes. Hair tangled and fridge stock running low.

This was worst of the worst.

I've been staying in my own safe space, not leaving for anything. Ordering UberEats, and watching movies 24/7. I was scared to check my phone, scared to get a glimpse of Drew living a happy life.

Carlacia and Maddison noticed how I haven't been active, not answering the texts, leaving the group chats, so they decided to spend some time with me.

"How are you babe?" Maddison asked as she plopped onto my couch.

I sighed deeply as I got comfortable across from Maddison while Laci sat on the floor.

"Y'know, I'm the best I can be right now." I gave her a half assed smile.

They both showed me a look that made me want to go back into hiding, the look of pity.

"Be honest with me, how is he?" I looked down at my hands as I toyed with the ring that he gave me for my birthday.

"Not good." Laci's lips were set in a thin line, her eyebrows furrowed.

I nodded silently, crossing my arms over my chest. My lip starting to quiver but I suck in a breath to anchor myself.

"He's been forgetting his lines, even has trouble blocking." Maddie shook her head and brought her knees up to her chest.

Drew and I met on the set of OBX2, I was just a supporting character. I didn’t have many lines, wasn’t in many episodes. When I would be on set, Drew wouldn’t be on set, and so on. There’s no reason for me to stay in North Carolina, but I stayed close to the cast because they’re my best friends.

After talking for a few hours and changing the topics back and forth, they were able to convince me to go out this weekend. They wanted me to finally get some fresh air, just go to brunch and walk around the city for a little with JD tagging along with us.

It was now Sunday. It took me a while to get out of bed, but I was excited to finally go out especially with friends.

I did my calming rituals. I took a long warm shower, took my time doing my skincare, and choosing comfortable clothes. I surrounded myself with high vibration music to help with anxiety and more.

We're in the lobby! - Maddison

I got the text and added the finishing touches before leaving to meet them in my apartment lobby.

Once the elevator opened, I was greeted with smiles and open arms. JD hugged me tightly, giving me the tight squeeze needed to release some panic still in me.

We all began to walk towards the restaurant since it was just a few blocks away. While walking we had a few small good conversations, wanting to save the bigger ones for when we settle into our table.

We were stopped a few times by some fans, sweet fans asking to take some pictures. But we were also stopped by a few random paparazzi, their stupid questions trying to start drama.

‘Where’s Drew?’ ‘Will Drew be joining you guys today?’

We finally arrived to the restaurant, trying to calm ourselves down from the long walk.

“Reservation for Maddison Bailey.” Mad’s told the hostess as we all scanned the QR code for the menu.

“If you guys will just follow me.” the hostess said nervously as she grabbed the utensils wrapped in a cloth napkin.

She sat us down in a long table on the covered patio. The walls filled with plants and heaters, the windows giving us a view of the busy but beautiful downtown.

“Hi guys! I’m your waitress Donna, are we still waiting for a few more to join?” a kind older lady came up behind me as she had her note pad out and her pen hanging between her fingers.

“No, it’s ju-“

“They’ll be here soon.” JD interrupted me with a smile to Donna.

She nodded her head as she went to tend to her other tables.

“Who will be here soon?” I leaned over the table with furrowed brows.

I heard clicking of cameras from the entrance of the restaurant we were at. People’s heads turning away from us to focus on the new attention.

The hostess that sat us down came back to us with a smaller group following behind.

She pointed to our table and revealed the trio. Madelyn, Austin, and Drew.

Of course he had to be here.

I stood up to hug Austin and Madelyn as they made their way around the table and to everyone. Drew greeting the others while I was distracted talking to Madelyn.

I avoided eye contact with him as he sat down at the head of the table next to me. My body leaned towards JD that was on the other side of me, my legs turned away from Drew.

“What can I get for you guys to drink?” Donna asked from the other end of the table.

I had only a couple of minutes to decide what to drink before it was my turn to tell my order.

“And you hun?”

I was too focused looking at the menu on my phone to hear that it was my turn. I saw a hand cover my phone screen and looked up at the owner.

I gave Drew a confused face but he just nodded his head towards the waitress behind me. My eyes widened in realization.

“Oh I am so sorry! You guys just have so many options!” I placed my hand over my heart. “But I’ll just have a mimosa with just a little bit of orange juice and three maraschino cherries please.”

She wrote my order on her notepad with a smile and moved onto Drew.

“How’s set?” I asked Madelyn as i stirred the ice water with my straw.

“Same old same old, actually Chip left you a gift in your trailer.” she pulled out her phone and showed the pic of the gift bag set on the vanity.

“Aw cute, i’ll have to get that someday and thank him.”

The conversations stayed on one end of the table, Drew and I just listening in on the rest talking. With our drinks now at the table, it started to get warmer and more laid back.

My shoulders no longer tense, I’m sitting straight now, but still avoiding Drew.

“Can we talk?” I heard him say from his seat next to me, his hand on my forearm.

I turned my head to see him. The first time I actually examined his face since he arrived. This eyebags are heavy and the lines on his forehead are more prominent.

My heart sunk at the look of him. Sometimes I forgot he has feelings also, forgetting that this affects him too.

“Not here.” I whispered out as I put my hand over his, my thumb rubbing the back of his hand before picking it up and placing his hand away.

After brunch was finished, we all paid and left the restaurant. We all hugged each other and said our ‘see you tomorrow’ and ‘see you soon’.

“Do you want us to walk you back to your apartment?” Laci asked as she stood there waiting with JD and Maddison.

“I got it.” Drew smiled at them and waved them off.

I awkwardly put my hands in my pocket as we started to walk in the direction of my apartment. It was a quiet and short walk, not wanting to talk about person stuff out in public that could possible end in crying or yelling, or both.

Once we reached my apartment, I took off my shoes then making myself comfortable on my couch. So did Drew, sitting next to me and facing me.

“I’m sorry.” he blurted out.

I looked at him blankly. I didn’t know if that’s all he was going to say, he caused so much damage.

“I- I trust you but I just get clouded w-with jealousy.” He rubbed his hand over his shaved head.

“It’s hard to talk to you when you don’t understand where I’m coming from.” I told him. My eyes scanning his face to see what his next reaction could be.

“I don’t want to be controlling. I never want to have that type of relationship, y’know that.” he looked at me with soft eyes, his fingers fidgeting with his signet ring.

“I just want you to understand that I interact with my fans a different way than you do, I have a smaller fan base than you. I kiss their cheeks, we do weird poses. You have to understand that.” I tilted my head down to see his now dropped head.

“I know. It’s just new.” he rubbed the back of his neck.

“And the guy from sound check just wanted to say thank you for me being so considerate of their work.” I scooted closer to him, my hand reaching up to the base of his neck.

“It’s just I’m your boyfriend, seeing you accept free drinks is feels like a stab.” he confessed. My heart ached at how he felt on the situation.

“And I’ll work on that, setting boundaries. I just wanted you to talk to me calmly about these thing.” my fingers feathered the short hairs on his neck. “Trust is a big thing for me. I trust you with my life, and I hope you trust me with yours.”

“This whole thing fucked me up. I fucked up.” He dragged his hands over his face in stress. “so couldn’t even do my job, that’s how bad it was.”

“Baby, it’s okay.” my hands moving form the back of his neck to cradle his jaw.

“I should’ve never not trust you.” he looked into my eyes with heavy eye lids, his lip a a slight pout.

“Drew baby, it’s okay. Just make sure it never happens again, yeah?” I swept my thumb on the apples of his cheeks, his head tilting into my palm.

“I love you.” he whispered out as he moved his face to kiss my palm.

“I love you.” I brought my lips to his.

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Her Perfumes Holding Me Ransom

pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: your new perfume makes Peter unable to keep his hands off of you

Warnings: not smut but still inappropriate so don’t engage if you’re a minor or I’m telling your mom 😡

Masterlist

“Are you almost ready honey?” Peter asked as he fixed his hair over your shoulder as you both stood in front of the mirror. You were getting ready for a house party together in your dorm.

“Almost. Just give me a second.” You said as you put on some lipstick.

“Okay. Take your time.” Peter kissed your bare shoulder before going over to wait by the door. You picked up your new perfume and rubbed it behind each ear and then on your wrist. You rubbed your wrists together to spread the scent and the put the bottle down. Peter immediately perked up and started to sniff the air. He felt all the blood rush to his head, then rush straight down. He turned around and looked at you as you were fixing your hair.

“What’s that smell?”

“Probably me. I’m wearing a new perfume.” You shrugged and walked away from the mirror.

“That’s perfume?” Peter asked as he sniffed the air again. He smiled a little as the most delicious scent he had ever smelled filled his nose. It was overwhelming him, but in a good way. He sniffed the air again and let out a happy sigh.

“Yeah. I found it online. It’s supposed to mix with your natural pheromones or something and enhance your natural scent.” You told him as you grabbed your purse.

“Oh.” Peter said quietly as his face turned a deep red.

“Why? Do you not like it?”

“No I do!” Peter said quickly. “I really do. You smell….you smell good.”

Peter was quiet for a moment as he sniffed the air again. He could barely focus because of how intoxicating your perfume smelled. Peter shook himself out of his trance and pulled you closer by the hand.

“You smell really good.” He said softly before connecting his lips to yours. You smiled into the unexpected kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck. Peter put his hands on your face to deepen the kiss as he inhaled your scent once again.

“Why don’t we just stay home tonight?” He whispered against your lips.

“You don’t want to go to the party?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to go. I’d just rather stay in tonight.” He smiled and pecked your lips again.

“And this is just occurring to you now?” You raised an eyebrow. “As we’re about to leave?”

“I just changed my mind. Unless you want to go.”

“Well it depends. Did you have something in mind that you wanted to do instead?” You asked with a coy smile. Peter smiled back and pulled you into another kiss.

“Maybe.” He mumbled against your lips.

“Maybe?”

“Yeah. I thought we could put on a movie.” He said as he started to trail his kisses down your neck while your scent filled his nose.

“And then not watch the movie.” He said before nipping at the skin of your check. Your got chills down your spine and let your eyes flutter shut as he continued to kiss you neck.

“Come on.” He whispered. “Don’t make me beg.”

“Well now that you’ve put the idea in my mind, I kinda want you to beg.” You teased as he popped his head back up.

“Pretty please?” Peter whined.

“All our friends are there.” You reminded him. “They’re expecting us to show up.”

“But wouldn’t you rather stay here with me?” Peter whined again.

“We do have the place to ourselves. That’s pretty rare.” You said as you started to give into his idea.

“Exactly. Let’s take advantage of the opportunity that has been so graciously given to us.” Peter said with a cheeky smile before pulling you into a long kiss. He nipped at your bottom lip and pulled it between his teeth as he kissed you, something a little bolder than his normal behavior. When you pulled away, your decision had been made.

“All right. Let me take off this dress then.” You playfully rolled your eyes and went to get some pajamas out of your drawers.

“Let me help you. You’ve had a long day.” Peter said with over exaggerated sympathy, making you chuckle. He took your hand and led you over to your bed, where he took a seat. He sat you down on his knee and moved your hair to the side so it wouldn’t get caught in the zipper. A chill went down your spine as Peter unzipped your dress all the way down. He then took a black hair tie off his wrist and tied your hair into a loose ponytail, the way he knew you liked to wear it when you were relaxing. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade before patting your hip. You playfully rolled your eyes again and got off his lap to get the pajamas you had taken out.

“Honey?” Peter asked as you stepped out of your party dress.

“Yeah?”

“Leave the heels.” He said simply, making you smile.

“Whatever you say.” You smiled deviously at him before going back over to the bed.

Just as Peter suggested, you put on a movie but didn’t watch it. Your roommate was at the party you had bailed on so you didn’t have to worry about anyone interrupting you. Peter was rougher with you than usual but you weren’t complaining. It was the kind of sex that you knew would left you sore and covered in marks for days, but you weren’t complaining about that either. As much as you loved how sweet and loving Peter typically was, you liked his dark side too. And that dark side was on full display that night in your dorm room. You’d feel guilty about disturbing your neighbors sleep if you weren’t having such a good time. He ended up falling asleep in your bed but you were gone but the time he woke up. Peter could still smell your perfume on your sheets as his hand felt around your bed for your body. He frowned when he found nothing and sat up a little. Instead of seeing you, he made eye contact with your roommate at her desk.

“Hey.” He said awkwardly.

“Hey. Rough night?” She asked flatly.

“No. It was a great night.” Peter smiled sleepily and put his head back down on the pillow. He slept for another hour before going back to his dorm, taking a shower, and going to his first class. As soon as it was over, Peter searched the hallways until he found you. He smelt you before he saw you as your perfume lingered in the air. He was sure he was the only one who could smell it, and there was something about that that he liked. He felt like one of those cartoons that floated in the air as the followed a scent. Finally, he found you in the hallway outside a class. He immediately wrapped his arms around you from behind and kissed your neck, immediately smelling your new perfume. The scent engulfed him and he inhaled it before kissing your neck again.

“Hi. I missed you.” He mumbled against your neck.

“I missed you too baby boy.” You smiled as you turned around in his arms.

“I could smell you all the way down the hall. Are you wearing that perfume again?” He whispered as he nipped at your lips.

“I sure am.” You smiled and kissed him back.

“I love it. It smells like you but times ten.” Peter smiled deviantly as he slipped his hand into the back pocket of your jeans.

“Can you multiple a scent by ten?” You teased him.

“Apparently. You smell so good.” He whined and leaned in to kiss you again. Peter kissed you for longer then you expected and you pulled away, knowing people would be looking at you.

“Peter.” You laughed in surprise and looked around the hallway at the students staring.

“What? Let people stare. I can’t resist you right now. I’m serious, I’m gonna start barking.” He said, making you laugh.

“Do not bark.”

“I might have to. I’m feeling woofy.” Peter said with a low grow and nipped at your lips again.

“No barking. We cannot be that couple. We cannot be the barking couple.” You said definitively.

“Then I’ll just stick to biting.” Peter smirked and leaned in to nip at your neck.

“We are in public mister.” You laughed in embarrassment and pushed him off of you.

“Then let’s go somewhere else.” Peter suggested as he nipped at your lips again.

“I have class.” You whined between kisses.

“And I have a massive love for my girlfriend then cannot be contained.” Peter shrugged and pulled you back into a kiss.

“Keep your massive love in your pants and let me go to class.” You snorted and started to walk away.

“But I don’t have class and I’m gonna be so bored without you. Can’t you just skip for one day?” Peter asked as he followed you like a puppy.

“And miss out on Spanish three? I don’t think so. If I skip today, we’ll probably learn something new and I’ll never be able to catch up. So my answer is no. I can even say that in Spanish. Noh.”

“You’re right. You shouldn’t skip a class just for me.” Peter sighed but didn’t stop following.

“Thank you.”

“So can I come with you?” He asked just when you thought he had dropped it.

“What? To Spanish three?” You laughed in surprise.

“That class is huge. Your professor will never know I’m not supposed to be there.”

“You’re that bored that you’re offering to sit in on my hour and a half Spanish class?”

“It’s less about boredom and more about me being clingy.” Peter admitted as he slipped his hand into yours.

“Peter.” You laughed and playfully swatted his arm.

“You’re dating a clingy man.” He said simply, making you laugh again.

“Okay fine. You can come with me. But you better behave.”

“I will. I promise.”

Ten minutes into your class, his hand was on your knee and traveling up.

“You promised.” You hissed and pushed his hand off.

“I’m just resting my hand.” Peter said innocently and put his hand back on your knee. You rolled your eyes and let it stay there as you tried to focus on your class. A couple minutes went by and his hand slowly started to travel up. You gave him a stern look but said nothing. After another few minutes, it started going up again. Another few minutes after that, it was gripping your upper thigh.

“Peter.” You hissed and gave him a look.

“My hand is cold.” He whispered.

“Your hand is not cold. You’re just a whore.” You whispered back and removed his hand.

“Maybe so.” Peter smirked and put his hand right back. You pushed it off and he put it back again. You gave him a look and aggressively shoved his hand off of your leg. He waited a few seconds before putting it back on. You let out a little huff and shoved his hand again, but he was relentlessly. He let a full minute pass before putting his hand back on your leg. You pushed his hand away again and this time, caught the attention of several students as well as your teacher.

“Senorita L/n. ¿Hay algún problema?” Your professor asked you.

“No. Lo siento Señor Chavez.” You replied and shrunk down in your seat as several people turned around to look at you.

“Lo siento mi amor.” Peter leaned over to whisper in your ear.

“Shut up. You don’t even know what that means.”

“It’s means the siento is running low.” Peter scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Dios mio.” You mumbled under your breath.

“What was that?” Peter wondered. “Don’t say things that Dora never said or I’m not gonna understand you.”

“Shut up or you’re banned from my dorm for a week.” You whispered as you tried not to laugh.

“No.” Peters eyes widened. “Please.”

“I’ll make it two weeks.” You warned.

“I’ll be quiet.” He promised.

Peter kept his promise and stayed silent for the next few minutes. You were able to concentrate on your work until you saw a little note slid across your desk.

“Can I at least hold your hand?” The note said. You rolled your eyes and held out your hand, which Peter happily took. He flashed you an excited smile before kissing the back of your hand. You bit your tongue to keep from laughing and focused on your lesson again. The class ended soon enough and all the students spilled out of the classroom. You held Peters hand as you walked down the halls and towards the dorms.

“That was so long. But at least you’re finally mine.” Peter said as he wrapped both arms around you and kissed your cheek a few times.

“Not so fast, lover boy. I have homework.”

“I’ll do it.” He offered immediately.

“You’d do my homework?” You raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“If it means I get to do you after.” Peter said simply, making you let out a shocked laugh.

“What is with you today? Did you snort smarties again?” You went from playful to serious as you asked him.

“Nope. I’m just obsessed with you.” Peter said as he slung an arm around you and kissed your temple.

“If you say so.” You chuckled and slipped your hand back into his. As soon as you stepped foot into his dorm, Peter was kissing you. He pressed you up against the door he slipped his hand under your shirt. You were a little caught off guard but kissed him anyway as he picked you up. You never broke the kiss as Peter laid you down on your bed and started to kiss your neck.

“I said I had homework.” You reminded him as he sucked a bruise into your skin.

“You can do it after.” He mumbled against your neck before taking a bite.

“After what?” You played dumb.

“I’ll show you.” Peter smirked and kissed you again.

An hour later, you were both naked and tangled in his sheets as you faced each other. Peters hair was sticking up in every direction which you found pleasantly adorable. Peter was staring at you with a fond smile as he took in your scent. Your sweat had enhanced the perfume and your pheromones even more and Peter was in heaven. He was completely intoxicated and drunk on you, and he loved it.

“Can I sleep over?” Peter asked as he traced patterns on your hip with his fingertips.

“You know I’d let you but roommate is home tonight.” You pouted and pushed some hair off his forehead.

“Then can you sleep over here?”

“What about Ned?”

“He can survive one night on the streets.” Peter said simply.

“Peter.” You chuckled. “You can’t just kick him out.”

“I can if it’s for a good cause.” He insisted.

“What cause?” You humored him.

“Because I want to have sex. Like right now. And preferably for the rest of the night as well.”

“We just had sex.” You reminded him. “What is up with you lately? It’s like you’re in heat or something. Is this because of the spider thing?”

“That spider thing? Is that what we’re calling it?” Peter chuckled as he absentmindedly played with a strand of your hair.

“Well I don’t know. When I met you, you were half the size you are now and wore glasses. Not to mention, you couldn’t barely look me in the eyes. But now you’re swoll and more confident and can do all these crazy things. And it’s not like you gave me a spreadsheet of what all your powers are. So forgive me for assuming the aggressive hornyness is because of the bite.”

“It’s not.” He smiled softly. “I’m just in love with you.“

“I know. But you’re never like this.” You chuckled as you intertwined your fingers with his.

“What do you mean? I’m always all over you, honey.”

“You’re cuddly and loving, yes. But it’s never been like this. You’ve never been into this much PDA or been this clingy. Somethings going on.”

“Nothings going on. I just love you.”

“Okay. I believe you. For now.” You said teasingly. You kissed his lips before getting out of the bed. Peter sat up and watched you as you got partially dressed, never taking his eyes off you. You were about to put your jeans back on when you saw his sad expression.

“So no sleepover?” He pouted.

“No sleepover, baby boy. I’m sorry.” You said and cupped his face as he sat on the edge of the bed. Peter let out a whine and wrapped his arms around you, resting his head against your tummy.

“Want you to stay.” He said softly.

“You’re cute when you’re clingy.” You chuckled and ran your fingers through his hair.

“I just want to be with you always. Is that so bad?” He asked as he looked up at you. You looked down at his and his puppy dog eyes and felt yourself give in.

“Fine. I’ll sleepover. But you have to clear it with Ned first.”

“I will. I promise.” Peter grinned and pulled you back down on the bed.

“Good.” You said as he wrapped his arms around you. He pulled out his phone and sent Ned a quick text to let him know about the plans.

“Ned said he’s gonna sleep over at his friends dorm. We’ll have the place to ourselves.” Peter told you with a smile.

“Great. I’m gonna go back to my dorm and shower first.” You told him. You pecked his lips and got out of the bed again, much to Peters dismay.

“Can’t you just shower here? I can even join you.”

“Ew, in the boys bathroom? No way. There’s probably bacteria living in those showers that hasn’t even been named by scientists yet. And last time I was in there, I saw a lizard.”

“That was a misunderstanding.”

“What was the misunderstanding?”

“The lizard misunderstood where he was.” Peter explained, making you laugh.

“Well in order to avoid another misunderstanding, I’m gonna go back to the girls dorm to shower.” You told him. You started to walk away but Peter shot a web at you and yanked you back towards his bed. You fell onto the bed, right into his arms, and he tightly wrapped them around you.

“But I don’t want you to go.” He whined as he buried his face in your neck.

“I’ll come right back after I shower.” You promised him.

“Why do you need to shower? It’s just me.”

“Because I was outside in the hot sun and I smell like the outdoors.”

“No you don’t. You smell great.” Peter said as he started to kiss your neck again.

“You’ve mentioned that.“ You chuckled as Peter moved his kisses up to behind your ear.

“Come on.” He whined. “Don’t take a shower. I like the flavor of the marination.”

“Oh my God.” You laughed. “You didn’t just say that.”

“Ew. I’ve never heard someone use the contraction in the sentence before. It’s “you did not just say that”. You can’t just throw “didn’t” in there like that all willy nilly. There are rules.”

“Fine. You did not just say that.” You humored him.

“Thank you.” Peter smiled sweetly before kissing your lips.

“You’re welcome. I’ll be back in twenty minutes.” You told him. You tried to get up but he rolled on top of you to keep you there.

“No.” He whined.

“You’ll be fine without me.”

“No I won’t. Stay. Please?”

“Peter. Let me go.” You laughed and tried to wiggle out of his grasp. You managed to break free and started crawled away from him but he yanked you back by your ankles. You laughed as he climbed back on top of hover over you.

“No shower. Just stay with me.” He said as he hovered over you.

“I have to shower.” You groaned and tried to crawl away again. He pulled you by the leg back towards his and leaned down to bite your butt.

“Ow!” You laughed. “No biting. Let me go.”

“I can’t. I love you too much.” He said as he wrapped back arms around your legs and rested his head on your butt.

“Peter!” You whined and tried to break free.

“What?” He asked innocently.

“Let go of me.” You said again, and he finally listened. Peter sighed and sat up in his bed while you got out of it.

“When will you be back?”

“Twenty minutes. Like I said.”

“Can you put the perfume on after you shower?” Peter asked sweetly.

“I will.” You said before mumbling, “Slut.”

“Stop it!” Peter playfully gasped. “I’m not a slut.”

“Sure. I’ll be back.” You told him as you pulled up your jeans. Peter sighed again and flopped down on his bed as you left his room. It wasn’t long before you came back in wearing a pajamas set with your wet hair resting on your shoulders. Your scent was amplified and radiating off your skin, making Peter smile wildly.

“Oh my God, finally. That took forever.” Peter said as he excitedly sat up in his bed.

“I was gone for less than 20 minutes.” You laughed at how over dramatic he was.

“I know. That was way too long. Never leave me for that long again.”

“You’re ridiculous.” You smiled softly and shook your head.

“Ridiculously in love with you. Now come here. Right now.” Peter playfully commanded and patted his lap. You broke into a smile and walked over to him, immediately going into his arms. Peter wrapped his arms around you as you both fell back onto his bed.

“This is all I wanted. I love you, honey.” Peter sighed happily.

“I love you more. And I have to admit, I kind of like clingy Peter. He’s cute.” You smiled softly at him as you rested your chin on his chest to look up at him.

“Clingy Peter likes you.” Peter returned the smile as he played with your wet strands of hair. You propped yourself up so that you could kiss him again, which he happily accepted. He put his hands on your face and rolled on top of you. One hand slipped underneath your pajama top as he moved his kisses down your neck and chest.

“Hmm. You smell so good.” He mumbled against the skin of your neck.

“Well I just showered.” You reminded him.

“It’s not that. It’s just you. You naturally smell amazing.”

“This is so Twilight. You don’t even know.”

“Less talking more kissing.” Peter said against your lips before kissing you again. You made out on his bed for a minute until Peter had to pull away for air.

“You smell so fucking good.” He mumbled before going in again.

“Oh my God. Wait a minute. That’s why you’re whoring out lately? Because of my perfume?”

“I wouldn’t call it whoring out.” Peter mumbled under his breath.

“I would.” You snorted. “And now I know why. It’s because of my pheromones, isn’t it? That’s what’s got you all drunk in love.”

“I just like the way you smell.” Peter said sheepishly. “It’s really attractive to me.”

“Really? You’re attracted to my scent?” You asked with a coy smile.

“Yeah. I can’t explain it. It’s just amazing.” Peter sighed happily as he took in your scent.

“It’s just perfume.” You chuckled.

“It’s not just perfume. It’s you. I wanna sip you like a cup of tea.” Peter growled a little as he leaned in to nip at your neck.

“Oh really?“ You sighed happily as he sucked another bruise into your throat.

“Yes. I can’t get enough.” He whispered between kisses.

“And you’re sure this isn’t a spider thing?”

“No.” Peter said after hesitating for a moment.

“Oh no.” You chuckled. “What’s that pause for?”

“It might be a little bit of a spider thing.”

“So I was right!” You gasped and sat up with an excited smile.

“I said might!” Peter reminded you. “I have enhanced smelling. I can always smell you, but the perfume makes it ten times better. So much better, in fact, that I simply can’t resist you.”

“I guess I should wear it more often.” You smiled deviously.

“I might snap you in half if you do.” Peter smirked and leaned in to kiss you.

“What?” You laughed against his lips.

“That was supposed to sound sexy.” He whined. “I mean I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.”

“Oh yeah?” You smiled. “Well that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”

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kitchenisking · 5 months

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Sterek Fic Rec

Seventh Night of Chunnuka

I Howl When We're Apart by victurius - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3,433, sterek)

In which Derek takes possessiveness to a whole new level...

A Window to His Soul by OKDeanna - (Rating: T, Words: 3,627, sterek)

When Stiles takes a tumble in the Preserve, it's Derek who helps pull him back up to safety, making Stiles realize just how often the other man has managed to save him. How much they've managed to save each other... while somehow avoiding the one thing they both seem to want the most.

Until now.

Timeline: Post Series - Movie? What Movie?

Where The Wild Things Are by DeadWalker - (Rating: T, Words: 30,049, sterek)

Derek finds a boy in the woods. He might not have realized it then, but that is the moment his whole life changes.

Mountain To Hide Behind by Hedwig221b - (Rating: T, Words: 3,352, sterek)

“Did you honestly think Stiles wouldn’t notice your absence? He can’t even stomach his dinner, because he knows you’re busy fucking side-chicks as he does so.”

A stunned silence filled the room.

Right then, faced with the sentence he was too scared to even think of, Stiles realized he couldn’t take it anymore. At his first mortifying quiet sniff, Derek swerved around to look at him.

He looked horrified.

Once Upon a Dream by gryvon - (Rating: T, Words: 14,043, sterek)

Stiles has been dreaming of the Hale family burning alive since he was a child. After being locked in Eichen for a year, Stiles learns to keep his visions to himself. That doesn't stop him from keeping an eye on Derek Hale while he waits for Kate Argent to make her move. Only watching Derek becomes loving Derek and stopping Derek and Kate from getting together turns into Stiles dating Derek Hale. He's in love with Derek but his visions haven't stopped, only now he has to watch Derek die with the rest of his family. He'll do anything to keep that dream from becoming reality.

A Letter From Mom by StilesIsMySpiritAnimal - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 32,906, sterek)

After waking up at the age of 11 without any memories of his past Stiles spends eight years with his father in the tiny town of Shelter Cove, California. After his father's death he receives a notice from a storage facility in some town called Beacon Hills. Stiles is confused and thinks the manager made a mistake until he finds a letter that should have been for his 18th birthday that his dad never gave him. It's from his mother, who he has no memory of. Weirdly enough, her letter mentions Beacon Hills and some woman named Talia, who he's supposed to trust. Confused and angry at his father, Stiles sets out for Beacon Hills anxious and determined to find out what his dad had been hiding from him all these years.

Gimme Shelter by SophieTrancy - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 22,910, sterek)

Things aren’t exactly going Stiles’ way. With all the bad things that have happened in BH, Stiles seeks refuge with the only person Stiles truly trusts. Derek. Stiles left everything behind, finding shelter in Derek’s home in a small town away from everyone. In a mix of bottled up feelings, lust and traumatizing pasts, they find peace in each other.

Set after season 5A - My take on their 'Sterek' happy ending

Rumble by clairell - (Rating: Mature, Words: 1,405, sterek)

Derek and Stiles have sex during a thunderstorm.

Say My Name by Giggles96 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,867, sterek)

Prompt: Can you please pretty please write something where Stiles is unable to call Derek anything other than daddy or da-da? Please oh my God, please? Prefer it to be sexual but non-sexual’s fine too.

When a witch’s curse renders Stiles unable to refer to Derek as anything other than Daddy, it never occurs to anyone that Derek may just have been granted his deepest, darkest wish.

Love You in the Dark by thedevilyousay - (Rating: Mature, Words: 3,682, sterek)

Prompt: Person B knowing they’re undoubtedly about to die within the next few seconds, likely from the gaping wound they’re bleeding out from. Instead of calling for help, they phone Person A and carry on a casual conversation as if nothing is wrong, making sure to mention how much they love them before their time runs out.

It’s the ringtone that wakes him. He’s only been asleep for an hour or two, maybe, and to his sleep deprived brain it’s the most obnoxious noise he’s ever heard. He blindly flails for the phone, knows it’s buried some where in the bed. He finally finds it mid chorus, “got my heartbeat running away” still echoing as he slides to answer.

" What?” He snarls.

“Derek! Derek. H-hey, hey, were you asleep? I figured you’d still be awake but I’m going to guess you were asleep because of your voice and I –“

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #fanfiction #stiles x derek #kitcheniskingficrecs #ficrec #fanfic

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rougepancake · 11 months

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Domestic mitsuri x shinbou x fem reader HCS! (Could be nsfw or sfw whatever works for u!)

DATE NIGHT

What it’s like to date them

Sfw & nsfw hcs (mixed together I am so sorry I wasn’t thinking 😭)

Ft. Shinobu Kocho and Mitsuri Kanroji

Warnings: Some suggestive material under cut but nothing too bad. Modern au. Had a blast writing this tsym anon 😩

SHINOBU KOCHO

If you’re taller than her then have fun. She’ll look up at you and KICK YOUR ASS for simply being tall

If you’re shorter than her you’ll get pampered because she feels the need to rub it in

She’s definitely into quality time and physical touch all the way. Since she doesn’t tend to vocalize how she’s feeling, these kind of make up for it 😉

Is definitely the type of gal to book mani pedis for you two as a date as well as go and get your hair dyed together

Unlike Mitsuri, she isn’t clingy and trusts you quite a lot. She knows that no one else can eat you out as good as she can, and it kills you every time she mentions it

SPEAKING OF MENTIONING IT

She’ll openly dirty talk you in public with no shame whatsoever. In fact, she’s brutal

Won’t even stop if you offer to pay her

Has no regrets because she loves seeing you all flustered and cute like that

If she spends the night at your place BE PREPARED

She cuddles in her sleep and DENIES IT TO DEATH

Also enjoys showering/bathing together but not in a sexual way. She believes that it’s a good way to spend time together and just bond as a couple

HERE COMES THE QUALITY TIME AGAIN RAHHHH

It doesn’t matter what you’re doing, when you’re doing it, or how long it’ll take you, she will find a way to join and/or help you out

Unless you’re complaining about it

Then she’ll sit and watch you suffer 😔

All in all, she’s the type of woman to definitely wind up in a relationship with the “best friends” dynamic

You have a lot of fun together and she wouldn’t want it any other way

MITSURI KANROJI

SHE LOVES TO GO ON ADVENTURES

That’s how you spend a lot of your time together (post/during your relationship)

Her love languages are receiving gifts and words of affirmation

If you say you can’t do it think again!! You’ll wholeheartedly believe you can by the time she’s done with you!!!!

Loves to go out and try new things!! She’ll try anything once and definitely lives with the yolo mindset

Her ideal date is going out on a hike or trying a new restaurant. Either is fine for her as long as you’re down for the ride

Since she’ll try anything once, your time alone is fairly interesting. In the sense of you’ll bring something up and she’ll say yes without a second thought

Prefers to keep what happens in the bedroom between you and her. HATES public humiliation going both ways because she feels guilty afterwards

Since one of her love languages is receiving gifts, she loves to show up with random trinkets and such that she’s found

“Oh here you go Y/n! This shiny rock made me think of you!!”

Stuff like that

It’s honestly so sweet

She was once a hopeless romantic, and now that she has you, she’s a bit worried that you might just up and vanish one day, so she has a tendency to be a little clingy

That’s okay though cause you love it

(She also enjoys cooking for you quite a bit but is quite embarrassed to admit it since her cooking skills are questionable)

Also enjoys watching movies with you and ‘accidentally’ falling asleep on your lap

She enjoys romantic cliches (even if they’re stupid)

You guys were definitely close friends before you started dating, so you’ve got that ‘we know each other better than our own parents’ type of vibe

Let’s just say you’re incredibly grateful that you wound up meeting her 😩

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fariesoiree · 1 month

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hiiii it's my birthday and I was wondering if I could get a birthday hobie x reader?

hi pumpkin! first off, happy late birthday i hope you had sooooo much fun. so sorry i couldn’t get this to you on your actually birthday. i wanted to, promise! i just had a lot to do but here you go <3 celebrating your birthday w hobie. i’m hoping this makes it through tumblr bc my last drabble about rengoku is not showing up on the dash but it’s on my acc if you’re interested — hoping this is what you wanted | mdni, black fem coded reader, unedited

birthdays came up early in your relationship with hobie, especially considering his came a few months before yours. you found out rather quickly that he’s not a big fan of making the day a holiday.

of course, he’ll smile and plant a sweet a kiss on your two-toned lips when you, eventually, pull a tiny, gift wrapped gift out hidden — somewhere new every time — and set it in his hands. you do it every time, even hen he says he doesn’t want a single thing, and it’s always a relatively cheap gift so he doesn’t make a fuss about it. last year, it was a little necklace set from hot topic, modeled after the coraline movie’s stone and key — only $7.95 and thankfully, on sale.

however, your birthdays are different.

they’re important to you and therefore, important to hobie. he cherishes them, staying away from your affection all day while he prepares his boathouse for your arrival. he’ll get balloons and candles for mood lighting, he’ll go to the grocery store and pocket a box of cake mix and whipped icing, he’ll use the sprinkles from the night before. hobie will even chop up fruit and melt chocolate to dip them in later, following the creamy pasta he’s cooked for dinner just in case you didn’t feel like indulging in something as sweet as cake, that night.

that’s not dessert though. the real dessert comes after cuddling on the couch and soaking in the praises that fall from your lips between kisses until your lips are swollen and sheened with saliva. every year, he takes your hand and leads you to his bedroom, where he forces you to close your eyes upon stepping through the door way. you can’t know where his hiding space is. you’re too curious and would end up investigating it in secret later on.

this year, hobie managed to get you the demonia camel-311’s. how he had gotten him through his unconventional methods is unknown to you but you don’t ask, too busy fawning over the smooth, vegan suede beneath your fingertips.

“oh my god, hobie. what the hell?” you say, seated on the end up his disheveled bed, eyes round in grateful astonishment.

hobie’s has always been . . . clean but not tidy. he knows where everything is and you understand that he has a system. the random stacks of albums littered around the room never bothered you, nor did single wall covered with painted doodles parallel to the bed you sit on.

“you like em’, bug?” he drawls, showcasing his prideful smile full of teeth as he watches you go through the motions to react to his grand gift. “i’m mates with this guy who sells em’. looks like something you’d like.” hobie doesn’t bring up the deal he made to do some manual labor instead of paying such a pretty penny for these shoes.

you head rise and falls in a little nod and you set the shoes on the floor, reaching inside to pull out the brown-gray stuffing paper to keep the molding of the shoes.

this persists for a while, your gushing and prattling over the platform boots, warm and perfect for the winter. it’s all a routine part of the night, something you’ve expected — not because you knew what gift he was going to get you, but because he always gets you material gift before and something a little more after.

the after is what you both know you’re really looking forward to, after all the events that slowly passed throughout the night.

“oh my god, hobie!” it’s the same words from earlier but this time, said so much differently. it’s whiney, airy, and provocative. you can’t help it, the sound forced out of your mouth with each snug smack of hobie’s heavy balls against the brown globes of your ass, part of which glisten with the watery cream of your past two orgasms.

hobie plucks your hand slotted against the soft outlines of his abdominal muscles on his stomach. he grins, strained, and rests your palm against his chubby lips. “you g - got it, pretty.” he mumbled into the warm skin of her hands, words muffled on their way to your ears, not that you’re paying attention anyway. “ ‘s your dick, yeah?”

anything he says just comes across as faint buzzing humming in your head. your legs have begun to shake and twitch, muscles stretched and pushed up to your ears. your cunt is on full display, in its brown and chubby glory, squeezing around the length of hobie’s cock with the intent to milk him dry.

your back has long begun to arch off the soft mattress with a balled hand repeatedly making soft contact with his shoulder. you’re struggling to withstand it, writhing beneath his hold. you’re sure you would have wiggled away and up the bed had he not had you anchored in his grip. you’re struggling but you love it, finding yourself delirious with the lust that comes with being fucked within an inch of your life.

“can’t,” you hiccup, tugging at your hand encapsulated by his. you want to draw it back and push him some more but he won’t let you, overpowering your strength with his own. tears form in the outer corners of your eyes and roll down the sides of your face.

you’re rewarded with a firm smack on the chub on your round butt, leaving a stinging sizzle that has you jolting with a gasp. another wave of waterworks comes forward in your eyes. you want to sob but the ability is ripped away when hobie digs his fingers into your mouth, as many as he can until no more can fit and drool is pooling out the corners.

“you’re, god, lyin’, pet. hate that,” he pauses, pressed entirely into your sopping wet cunt, eyeing you with disdain. his fingers press against your soft tongue, eliciting more drool to pull in your mouth. he tilts his head at the sight of you, twitching and eyes blown out.

he can still feel your pussy pulsing greedily, begging for more, and he chuckles, pulling his slob covered fingers out your mouth and taking ahold of your thighs again. “you always say that but you didn’t use your safe word so i know you’re lyin’.”

you sort of just warble, feet dangling in the air. your toes, painted a pretty pink gel polish, curl and straighten with each movement hobie makes, even if it’s just him leaning forward.

“gonna tell me i’m wrong?” hobie’s voice drops into a whisper. he’s close enough for his lips to skim across your cheek, breath warming the surface of your skin.

he’s pleased to see a small shake of your head. “no,” you’re telling him wordlessly, round eyes staring right into his more slanted ones. you’re lucky he’s considered being sweeter on such a day of celebration.

“no? then you’re gonna quit your whinnin’, right?” his hand comes to plant on the round crest of your head, flattening your scalp, frizzy due to the physical activity he’s put you through.

your leg goes to circle around his slim waist, locking his body to yours. “mhm . . . ‘m sorry, ‘bie.” you’re much softer now, more pliant without the constant push and pull inside your sensitive cunt. your circle your hands around his cheeks, brushing your thumb across the smooth, seal brown skin across his face.

the corners of his mouths lift; he finalizes your gentleness with a sloppy kiss on your mouth, wrapping his tongue around yours and sucking it into his mouth. there is stringy saliva connecting the two of you. his hand atop your head serves its purpose when hobie finally begins to move again, thrusting deep in your cunt. it keeps you right where he wants you despite your wriggling.

his other hand supports his weight, jumbling the sheets between his fingers. his head falls onto the bed beside yours and you have a front row seat to the groans and pants he exudes, lost in your body.

every year when your birthday comes around, hobie picks you up, bring you to his house, and showers you in love and affection throughout the night. he makes dinner, lights your birthday candles, and watches any movies of your choice.

every year, he surprises you with a gift he had planned for months and pulls it from his super secret hiding spot. he soaks in your flattery with a grin until you’re done and putting the new gift to use.

and every year, you both wrestle in the sheets, naked bodies connected at the most intimate parts as the air grows thick and heavy with lust. he kisses you through your whines and cries, forcing blinding white orgasms out your body until you’re exhausted and tapping out.

#⋆౨ৎ˚⟡ 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 . . . 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 . . . 𝜗𝜚⋆#hobie x black!reader #hobie smut #hobie brown #x black fem reader #astv hobie #x black reader #x reader #hobie x reader #hobie x y/n

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madangel19 · 3 months

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For the writing requests. Maybe ssoommeee SwissDew annoying each other bc they don’t wanna admit they’re attracted to each other

NSFW or not up to u whatever inspiration strikes

~ @atmosghoul

Oh boy this was a fun one to do >;3 I love me some SwissDew. It didn't quite turn out the way you asked for it, but it's still something @atmosghoul :D Anyway, enjoy!

Warnings: Oral (Swiss licking a dirty Dewdrop clean), quintessence use, hypnosis kink

Word Count: 1383

It was a seemingly peaceful evening down in the ghoul den. Swiss was enjoying some sweet liquor while watching a movie with the ghoulettes. It was nice to relax after such a long day of band practice and chores.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Dewdrop walking into the room. The fire ghoul’s gaze first fell on him and there was a playful glint in his fiery eyes as he smirked.

“Hey there, Dewy! You wanna join us?” Sunshine asked, her smile beaming.

“Sure,” the fire ghoul replied, still keeping his focus on Swiss.

The fire ghoul had been acting off around Swiss recently. He was always a bit standoffish whenever he encountered him in the halls and Swiss always caught him staring during some rehearsals. The multi ghoul tried his best to charm him in his usual ways, but Dewdrop always ignored him despite the noticeable glow to his cheeks. It was only a manner of time before he made the fire ghoul crack. He would just have to try harder.

Swiss looked down at his half empty cup and got an idea as Dewdrop walked over to sit on the couch. The fire ghoul spread his legs out, taking up as much space as possible with a loud sigh.

“You wanna drink?” Cumulus chimed, offering an open beer can to Dewdrop.

“You don’t want that,” Swiss said, slapping the can out of Dewdrop’s hand and spilling it on his pants. The fire ghoul let out a surprised yelp and was on his feet in an instant. The ghoulettes chittered worriedly amongst themselves

“What the fuck, Swiss?! Those were my favorite pants!” Dewdrop hissed.

“Aw, it’s okay, hon. I’ll get a towel,” Cumulus said.

“I can help him. Just come with me, Spitfire,” Swiss crowed, getting up and taking Dewdrop by the hand. Dewdrop grumbled something under his breath, but he didn’t resist as Swiss guided him to a bathroom. Swiss gave a thumbs up to Cirrus who nodded at him before turning her attention back to the movie.

“I liked these pants. You better do a good job cleaning me up,” Dewdrop growled once they were in the bathroom.

Swiss looked around the bathroom and noticed that there were no towels to be used. It was cleaning day. They would be returned later.

“Well, it looks like we don’t have any towels in here, but I’ll still clean you up, Spitfire. Sit,” Swiss ordered.

“Why? How are you gonna clean me with no towels?” Dewdrop questioned, crossing his arms, his tail lashing around angrily. Despite him being pissed off, the fire ghoul looked absolutely adorable.

“I’m gonna lick you clean. Now sit or else you’ll be all sticky and I’ll have to take longer,” Swiss said, looming over the smaller ghoul.

The blush had returned to his cheeks and there was a hint of a smile on his lips as he looked up at him. Swiss noticed a bulge forming in the fire ghoul’s pants and he chuckled as he placed both hands on his hips and pushed him onto the toilet seat with ease. Dewdrop didn’t resist. Swiss took a deep breath as he sniffed the air, catching the mixed smell of his arousal mixed with the sweet beer. It was a delicious scent.

“Make sure you do a good job of cleaning me. I don’t want to miss the movie,” Dewdrop said.

“We can always watch it later. We’re not leaving until you’re spotless,” Swiss purred, kneeling between Dewdrop’s legs.

“Aether will be looking for me,” Dewdrop murmured.

“Cirrus will tell him that you’re busy. Don’t you worry, Spitfire. I’ll take good care of you,” Swiss purred before slowly licking up the beer from Dewdrop’s pants.

The fire ghoul was tense at first, not daring to move his hands. Swiss noticed and smirked as he licked around his tight pants. He knew just the thing to relax the smaller ghoul.

“You okay there, Dew?”

“I…I’m fine.”

“You sure? I can help you out some.”

“How?”

Swiss’s smile grew as he pulled away from his pants. He wagged his tail excitedly as he thought of all the things he wanted to do with the smaller ghoul.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered.

Dewdrop cocked an eyebrow, crossing his arms again.

“I know what you’re gonna do. Aether does the same thing with me. You’re not as strong as he is,” he said smugly.

“Is that so? Wanna bet on it?” Swiss suggested.

“Absolutely. If you can turn my whole brain off, then you can do whatever the fuck you want with me and if you can’t, then I’m leaving,” Dewdrop said.

“Deal. Open your mouth, Dewy,” Swiss purred.

Dewdrop rolled his eyes and did as he was told. Swiss placed both of his hands on either side of Dewdrop’s head as he pulled him into a deep kiss. Dewdrop’s mouth was hot as he kissed him hungrily, pushing his tongue against his. Swiss exhaled, filling Dewdrop’s lungs and his head with his magic. Dewdrop gasped softly and moaned into the kiss as he grabbed a hold of Swiss’s strong arms. They were trembling as if trying to fight his magic before becoming limp. It was working. All those evenings of practicing with Aether really did help him.

Swiss reached down with his right hand and palmed at Dewdrop’s tight sticky pants, getting another moan out from him as he thrusted desperately against his hand.

After a few seconds, Swiss pulled away from the kiss, licking his lips. Dewdrop looked completely different now. He swayed from side to side, eyes half-lidded as if high out of his mind. He hiccupped, breathing a small cloud of smoke with a giggle.

“Well, what do you think, Dewy?” Swiss asked, lightly patting the smaller ghoul’s cheek.

“I…I like that. Just…like…Aether…,” Dewdrop murmured.

“Mm, I like the sound of that. Looks like I won,” Swiss purred as he moved to unbutton Dewdrop’s pants. He was stopped when the fire ghoul grabbed his hand.

“I’m….still conscious, dickhead,” Dewdrop growled despite looking like he was about to fall over.

“You sure, Dew? Looks like you’re gonna fall over any moment now,” Swiss replied, curious to see what was going to happen next.

“I’m…one-hundred…percent….sure. You lose…and now…I’m going to…bed,” Dewdrop slurred as he pushed Swiss to the side and got up in slow motion. He immediately fell forward and Swiss stopped his fall, wrapping his arms and his tail around him.

“Aw shit. Looks like I gave you too much, little guy. Let’s get you to bed,” Swiss said, picking him up and tossing him over his shoulder with ease.

“I…can walk. Let…me…go…,” Dewdrop grumbled while weakly pounding his fists against his back. Swiss chuckled as he walked out of the bathroom and made his way to his room.

This wasn’t exactly how Swiss had imagined his evening to go, but it was an amusing end to a long day. Hopefully the effects of his quintessence would ease off of Dew and he could give him a proper apology and make things up to him.

“Why are you…taking me to…your room? I wanna go to…my room,” Dewdrop complained.

“Relax, Dew. I’m not gonna do anything funny unless you want me to. You can have one of my pajama pants,” Swiss said once he was in his room.

“You got…a fat ass…They’ll be…too big,” Dewdrop said.

“It’s either that or your sticky pants or nothing at all. You pick,” Swiss said while putting Dewdrop on his nest of a bed. The fire ghoul was silent before unbuttoning his pants and tossing them to the side.

“You…did a shit job of…cleaning them,” he grumbled while curling up amongst the blankets and pillows.

“I tried my best. How you feeling?” Swiss asked, sitting next to him on the bed.

“Like I….ate an edible and…smoked a whole bong…,” Dewdrop replied.

“You still hard?”

“...Yeah…”

Swiss was silent as he thought of what to say next. He scooched closer to the smaller ghoul and hummed when the familiar smell came to him.

“You want me to help you out?”

More silence. Dewdrop grunted as he turned to face him with a pleading look in his eyes. Swiss already knew the answer that he was going to get.

“Yes…please.”

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ghoul love languages

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swiss / physical touch

swiss loves his physical touch. anytime he’s lounging near another ghoul, they’re touching. whether it’s a delicate tangle of tails, or fully hauling someone on top of him. even on tour, when everyone is far too close together, swiss still craves it. when walking backstage he likes to have some point of contact with someone, just a brush against their shoulder, even better when their hands entwined.

dew / acts of service

emotionally constipated as he is, dew is pretty good at showing his love through actions. he’ll wake up early to quietly make everyone breakfast, take over cumulus’ den chores when she’s overwhelmed, work alongside mountain in the greenhouse. it’s not just about giving though. the rest of the pack have learned his unspoken appreciation for acts of service and will silently slide up next to him and take up whatever task he was working through. a soft thank you, for providing help or just letting someone else help, will usually having him stifling a beaming smile.

aurora / gift giving

aurora just has so much love to give. she’s burned cd’s with music she thinks sunshine will like, ordered special seeds for the greenhouse that mountain had been talking about, made phantom some art to put up on his walls. her favorite part is the reaction she gets when giving someone something they really like. she feels like she has the whole world in her hand in that little moment.

phantom / quality time

oh phantom. he just wants to hang out. he loves his pack so much. he’s always orchestrating movie nights or game nights. sometimes he’ll plan with dew for a big family dinner night. he thrives off the buzz of everyone being together, the laughter echoing through the den, the purrs kicking up when everyone settles in.

rain / quality time

rain prefers individual quality time. don’t get him wrong, he loves his ghoul piles, but he preens in undivided attention. watching a show together, sitting together while reading, taking a bath together. his one on one moments with the other ghouls are his most cherished.

mountain / acts of service

mountain feels the best when he’s helping. he loves doing something that he feels is for the good of someone else. his work in the greenhouse, while running on his element, is a product that the whole ministry can enjoy. and he’s proud of that. he also takes a smug satisfaction in being the tallest ghoul around and grabbing things from tall heights, but he would never say that out loud. when another ghoul offers help, he’s all warm energy and big smiles. he loves spending time by sharing work. some of his fondest memories are from the days that dew has come down to help him in the greenhouse, both of them knowing how special these moments are.

cumulus / physical touch

cumulus is a cuddler. she’s always ready to nuzzle up to anyone in reaching distance and often initiates cuddle piles. she tries to have physical contact with as much of her pack as possible in these moments. she’ll lean back against mountain’s chest, rain nearby playing with her curls. swiss and sunshine on her left and right, phantom’s head in her lap, holding dew’s hand across sunshine, tail intertwined with cirrus. aether and aurora somewhere in the mix with a hand on her. it takes a bit of ghoul tetris but eventually cumulus has a little bit of everyone and everyone has a little bit of her.

cirrus / acts of service

cirrus’ acts of service manifest in keeping shit together. on tour she sometimes plays ghoul manager, having more natural authority over her pack than any human ever could. it’s never a burden, she has fun chasing dew out of dressing rooms to sound check, laughter echoing down the back halls of a venue. she likes scheduling outings for the ghouls, dragging them out to national parks and watching them experience peace in nature. as much as she enjoys holding things together, she’d never say no to handing it over to someone else. she’s good at indulging in receiving her own love language and the other ghouls are delightfully aware of that.

sunshine / words of affirmation

sunshine is never at a loss for words. she always has something to say. as much as she loves teasing her ghouls, her words are frequently tender and full of love. she’s all sweet petnames and i-love-you’s. she knows how to pick up the pieces of a broken ghoul and glue them back together with soft words of encouragement. she also knows how to fix a stubborn ghoul with a few choice words. while the rest of the ghouls aren’t as elegant with their words, they know sunny responds well to verbalized appreciation. so they do their best to remind her how loved she is, even if it comes out fumbled and awkward. she understands all the same.

aether / acts of service

much like mountain, aether feels his best when helping others. but rather than physical actions, he relies more on his elemental abilities. it’s no secret quints have a magic touch. aether loves jumping at any opportunity to give some of his element away, quelling the mildest of stress to soothing the most intense of pain. sometimes aether gives too much of himself away, leaves himself drained and exhausted. but there’s never a lack of ghouls ready to take care of him, nursing him back to his best self with a few loving scolds about spreading yourself too thin.

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