#sorry for the repost but like. the Fuck lmao
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they changed retweets to reposts i hope elon musk kills himself
#the wolfs howl#its annoying as an artist cuz usually to repost means 2 post smth elsewhere as not the artist#like i dont want ppl re posting my art in insta or smth but i cant just be like. dont repost my art now. cuz thats just a twitter term now#sorry it just hit me how wild it is watching the erasure of one of the biggest + iconic social media apps is#imagine taking twitter; somewhere known for tweeting; and calling it X and deciding to call it just posting now#fuck off and die lmao
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eleanor saw me getting a little too comfortable jokingly praising her for repeatedly crushing el*unor stans’ dreams and had to remind me that i fucking hate her xoxo
#she’s so vindictive lmao#shoutout to the time she posted that DOG sonogram and then deleted the story explaining that it was for a dog#or when she reposted the potential break up song anniversary post like days after it was originally posted to get people worked up#i hope he doesn’t follow your ass back#sorry i said i was leaving twice i always do that but i’m just laying here fucking annoyed
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title taken ✧*
pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader
summary: ethan makes an offhand comment about potentially “dying a virgin”. you ask him if he’d like you to help with that. and how could he possibly refuse?
word count: 3.8K
notes: first time fully writing smut on this blog! I hope I did okay lol I probs got a bit carried away,, I remember hearing his comment in the movie and being like I VOLUNTEER I CAN HELP lmao, anyways,,, comments / reblogs are highly appreciated, and requests are open! lmk if you’d like to be added to the tag list for further ethan landry related content!
warnings: cursing, protected sex, oral (f and m receiving), ethan realizing how much he loves going down on you lol, MINORS DNI!!!! normal sized font below!
notes: guys hot take but I think ethan is a boobs guy, but what do you think? sound off in the comments ethan nation
P.S.: this is a REPOST with some slight edits, sorry for the inconvenience!!
You distinctly remember the moment when Ethan made that comment.
You were all sitting outside, discussing your theories as to who the Ghostface killer could be and who you guys should be watching out for. When Ethan realized he was part of the core friend group, and as a result, also a target, he looked panicked.
“Am I gonna die a virgin?”
It was an offhand comment that no one paid much attention to, it seemed like everyone pretty much expected that from him. But you didn’t. Sure, he was a total dork, and really bad at talking to girls, but he was a pretty boy. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t considered hooking up with him before, but… That comment truly solidified the thought for you.
The two of you were sat on the couch of Chad and Ethan’s shared dorm. Despite Mindy telling you she didn’t trust him and that you shouldn’t be hanging out alone with him, you did very much need his tutoring. You’d rather get killed by Ghostface than have to retake econ.
But you couldn’t focus on the material. Not when Ethan’s virgin comment was making all kinds of images appear in your mind. You weren’t even listening to what he was saying, your brain having a field day with the thought of you taking that title away from him.
“Hey, Ethan.” You finally spoke up, looking away from your notes.
“Yeah?” He looked at you, the end of his pen held to his lips. He always had a habit of biting his pen when he got distracted.
“Are you really a virgin?”
The bluntness of your out of the blue question completely took him out of it. His eyes widened and he just sort of froze up, like his brain short circuited. You could tell he started blushing, and god did it look adorable.
“U-Uhm…” He put down his pen and tried to look anywhere but where your eyes were. Frankly, he was a bit embarrassed about it. He’d never even had a girlfriend, let alone have sex before, and as much as Chad tried to get him involved with girls he always struggled with it. Not just because of how awkward he generally was.
But because he had a crush on you already.
No one knew, not even his roommate, but lately he’d been struggling with keeping it to himself, especially as the two of you had been hanging out more on your own. There were so many moments where he just wanted to be closer to you, move all these papers aside and just kiss you right then and there.
His eyes were fixated on his laptop as he swallowed hard, clearly nervous about the whole ordeal. “Uhm… Yeah. I am…” He brought up a hand to scratch at the back of his neck, trying to keep his hands busy so his nerves wouldn’t show as much. “Just… Never got around to it.” He chuckled nervously.
You closed your laptop, realizing you’d made the poor boy uncomfortable with your sudden interest in his sex life. Or, well, lack there of. “Hey, it’s okay! It’s nothing to be ashamed about, there’s no, like, expiration date on when you have to fuck someone…” You tried to make him feel a bit better.
Ethan nodded awkwardly, genuinely wishing this couch would just swallow him whole so he could disappear. The girl he liked knew he was a virgin loser with no game, there was no way you were ever going to want him now.
The two of you sat in silence for a bit, Ethan wondering if it was too late to jump out a window and forget this ever happened. You, however, had a different turn of events in mind.
“Do you want me to help with that?”
Those words made Ethan look up from his laptop and his eyes widen. If your previous question was a pitch, this one was a home run. He wasn’t even completely sure if you actually asked that or if he imagined it, until he met your gaze. But he wanted to be sure his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him. “W-What?”
You shuffled a little closer, legs touching his, putting a hand on his thigh and leaning in slightly. “Do you want me to take your virginity?”
Ethan can feel blood rush to his cock from the question alone, his gaze darting from your lips back up to your eyes. If this was a dream, it was definitely the best one he’s had so far.
“Yes.”
Your lips meet his only a second after his reply, the book on his lap falling to the floor as you both lean in at the same time. You could tell he was nervous, but that didn’t stop him from trying. You tilted your head to the side and opened your mouth slightly to run your tongue across his bottom lip, an action that elicited a slight whimper from him.
His arms snaked around your waist and you raised yourself up onto his lap. A hand soon found its place in his curls, tugging gently to tilt his head back as your lips traveled down to his jaw, then to his neck, peppering gentle kisses and love bites on the way.
“S-Shit…” He spoke between hot breaths, one of his hands now resting on the soft flesh of your thigh, squeezing slightly whenever your teeth would bite down on his sensitive skin.
You giggle softly at how sensitive he was, lips sucking a darker mark on the spot below his ear. His hips were shifting beneath you, and even through multiple layers of clothing, you could tell he was getting harder by the second. You pulled back, hands coming up to cup his pretty face. He was already panting a bit, cheeks tinged pink from all this newfound excitement. “You look so pretty...” You press another soft kiss to his lips. “This okay?”
Ethan looks up at you with an almost desperate look in those doe eyes of his, nodding at your question. As much as you wanted to fuck him right then and there, Ethan deserved to be taken care of a little, especially since this was his first time experiencing most of this.
“Good, good...” Your thumb rubs gently across the soft skin of his cheek. “Wanna... Take this to the bedroom?”
“Please.” He breathes out against your lips.
The walk, or almost run to his bedroom, was a blur in your mind. You wasted no time, quickly getting inside and locking the door behind you both. Ethan was eager now that this was finally feeling real, hands swiftly finding your hips again and pulling you in for a passionate kiss.
“Hmm... Someone’s excited...” You mumbled in between kisses, stumbling backwards onto the bed until your back hit the mattress. Ethan held himself above you, brown curls perfectly framing his face as he admired how beautiful you looked on his bed.
He kissed you again, tongues playing with one another as his confidence was spurred on by his pure exhilaration. “Been... Wanting to do this forever...” He spoke against your lips as your hands searched for the hem of his shirt. “With you...” He pulled his shirt off in a hurry, diving back to meet your neck, pressing feverish kisses to your skin.
“Yeah?” You bit your lip, hand coming up to further push him into the crook where your shoulder and neck met. You let out a soft mewl when he bit down, wondering if he’d imagined this before. One of your hands moved over his chest, nails raking over the skin and undoubtedly leaving red lines in their wake. They travelled over his abs, down to his crotch, palming slightly, which earned a delicious groan from him.
You tilt your head to kiss the side of his head and get his attention to meet your gaze. His eyes find yours, half lidded, pupils blown out like he was high off the moment. “Me too.” You say, and you could swear it activated something in him when you did.
His hands start roaming under your shirt, and you take that as your cue to take yours off too. He stops for a moment, purely to admire the newly exposed parts of your body. Sure, he’d snuck glances at your chest when you wore tighter shirts, or when the collar would dip down just enough to give him a peek. But he only imagined touching your tits, how soft they were, how well you’d react to his hands.
His hand reached out and he gently cupped your breast, still a little careful. “So soft...” He mumbled to himself, his thumb slowly rolling over your nipple, almost teasingly so. You whined softly, arching your back a little into his touch. His other hand joined in and he squeezed them a bit, seemingly entranced by just how soft and pleasant they felt. Like they were made to be held by him.
He leaned down to your chest and looked up at you with puppy eyes. He could ask you to rob a bank with those eyes, and you’d do it. You just hoped he didn’t realize how you weak you were to that look.
“Can I?” He licked his lips.
“Y-Yeah, Ethan, anything...” You rubbed your thighs together. You knew he was just taking things slow, for both of your sakes, but god it felt like he was teasing you so badly.
He licked your nipple, a little hesitant, but he took the hand in his hair as a sign that he could continue. He wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud and suckled softly, closing his eyes as his fingers played around with your other nipple. You swore he was getting off on just sucking and touching your tits, noticing slight movements of his hips grinding into the bed.
He let go with an audible ‘pop’, earning a delicious whimper from you.
“E-Ethan...” You whined, catching your bottom lip under your teeth.
“Yeah...?” He hoped he wasn’t doing anything wrong.
“Touch me...” You spread your thighs a little more. “Please?”
“O-Oh, right... Sorry, I just... Got a little caught up in the moment.” He chuckled nervously and you did the same. You were glad there was still an air of lightness surrounding the whole ordeal. The last thing you’d want was for him to feel judged or uncomfortable.
He moved back a little between your thighs, hands exploring the soft skin of your legs with a pleased hum. He’d dreamt about moments like these so many times, ever since you became part of the friend group, he just couldn’t stop imagining what it was like. What you’d feel like, what you’d sound like... He was still processing a little that it was all actually happening.
His hand hesitatingly moved over your inner thigh, bringing a finger to gently trace over the fabric of your panties. His eyes widened a little at what he felt; you were soaked. He felt a little more confident in knowing he did that to you, but also a little shocked. “You’re... So wet...”
You brought up your hands to cover your face. You were, yes, but the way he was saying it made you all the more conscious about the effects he was having on your body. “Ethan... That’s-- You can’t...”
He grinned slightly at your reaction. He never knew you could get shy like this, you were usually such an open person. “Alright, let me just...” His fingers dipped under the waistband of your panties. He bit his lip when he discovered the hot wetness there, gently running over your slicked folds. “Is this okay?” he looked up at you.
“Mhm...” You nodded, your thighs twitching slightly when his finger grazed over your clit. “F-Fuck, yes... There, keep... Keep doing that.” You felt a little guilty for a second, remembering this was supposed to be about him. But you were doing him a favor, really, he was bound to have to find out how to touch a girl sooner or later.
His middle finger ran gentle and slow circles over your clit as his other hand kept busy running up and down your thigh. He stopped for a moment, hooking his finger around the elastic of your panties, looking at you for approval to take them off. You said something along the lines of “go ahead” between your whimpers, so he gently removed them from your body.
Again, he was taken aback by how beautiful you were, pussy glistening with juices. “God...” His thumb ran over your clit and you shivered slightly, having missed his touch, even if it was just for a few moments.
An idea sprung alive in his head, something he’d thought about many times before. “Hey, uhm... Can I...” He seemed nervous about proposing it.
“Hm? What is it Ethan?” You propped yourself up slightly onto your elbows, looking at him.
“Can I go down on you?” He paused for a moment, swallowing. “I, uh... I’ve always wanted to try that.”
You smiled at his request. Usually, the first thing guys would want is for a girl to go down on them, but you supposed Ethan wanted to explore all the options a little first. And maybe he wanted this to last longer than he would with your mouth on him. “Y-Yeah, sure...”
He smiled back, arms now on both sides of your thighs as he leaned his head down closer to your aching core. His hot breath hit your pussy, and you resisted the urge to just pull him closer. Instead, you ran your fingers over his scalp with an encouraging nudge. He stuck out his tongue, running it flat over the entirety of your wetness, humming at the taste.
You squirmed when he reached your clit, and his hands came up to settle on your thighs. He flicked his tongue and you moaned, almost obscenely, at the action. “F-Fuck!” He did it again, and your thighs started clamping down on him. “Jesus, Ethan...” He brought his lips down onto the needy bundle of nerves and suckled gently. Your head threw back as his tongue sent waves of warm tingles through your entire body.
“A-Are you sure this is your first time?” You spoke breathily through your moans and it only spurred him on further. He looked up at you with those all too familiar puppy eyes, tongue eagerly lapping at your juices. He moaned into your cunt, rutting into the bed slightly, fuck it felt good to please you.
You felt a familiar knot start to form in your stomach, hips moving against Ethan’s face as you mumbled his name over your whimpers. He sucked down on your clit again and that sent you over the edge, hand gripping his curls as you became undone beneath him. You rode it out on his face a bit before you relaxed back onto the mattress, thighs trembling in the aftermath of your orgasm. “Holy shit... Ethan...”
He slowly got up, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth clean. “I hope I did alright.” He smiled, gently stroking your leg.
“Are you kidding me?” you spoke up after finally catching your breath. “You did so well baby.” You propped yourself up and he leaned down to kiss you, letting you taste your own juices on his tongue. Your hands went to his pants in the meantime, working on undoing his belt. “If you’d just… Help me out with those…” You smiled against his lips. “I could return the favor.”
He wasted no time in taking off his pants, kicking them off the bed until he was left in just his boxers. He kneeled on the mattress, his hard-on straining against the fabric of his underwear. You leaned forward onto your elbows, and he swore just the sight of you like that would have finished him off.
You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his bulge through the fabric, and you noticed a twitch from his cock in return. “Been wanting to know what you taste like for months…” You mumbled, hooking your fingers over the waistband of his underwear to free his throbbing cock. The tip was already dripping with pre-cum, proof of just how worked up he got from eating you out earlier.
“Just relax, ‘kay?” You looked up at him and offered a sultry smile, to which he nodded. You reached out and with a gentle grip, pumped his length a few times. He bit his lip, suppressing a groan. God your hand felt so much better than his…
You leaned in and licked across the tip, collecting the bead of pre-cum on your tongue and savoring it. “Such a pretty cock too…” You licked up the length of him and he hissed through his teeth, hand landing gently on the back of your head. Not pushing, not pulling, just wanting to touch you.
He whined out your name when you suckled on the tip, looking down at you with desperate and needy eyes. “Fuck… T-That feels… So fucking good oh my god…” His hand moves over to your jaw, so you’re looking up at him now, and the eye contact doesn’t break, not even once.
His breathing picks up when you start to bob your head, but he stops you before you go deeper, pulling out of your mouth. “Shit, sorry, was that too far?” You look at him with a worried expression.
“No, no, not at all, it’s just… I wanna last longer.” He looked a bit embarrassed, and you felt a sense of pride of almost making him cum just from giving him head for a bit.
“That’s okay,” You got up to your knees and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’m starting to get impatient anyways,” His breath hitched when you traced your fingers over his length again. “Need you inside me…”
You gave him a slight push so he sat down on the bed as you leaned over to grab a condom from the pocket of your discarded shorts. You rolled it over his cock, a snug fit, as expected, and your eyes went back to his face. He watched your pussy hover over his length, mentally preparing himself. If you going down on him felt that incredible, then this was about to be an out of body experience.
You put one hand on his chest to stabilize yourself, and reached one hand under to run his tip between your folds, lubing him up with your juices. “You ready?”
He nodded, hands coming up to gently rest on your hips. With that, you sank down onto his cock, slowly but steadily taking him inch by inch. Both of you moaned in unison at the joining of your bodies, neither of you imagining it would feel quite like this. You, surprised by the stretch he gave your cunt, him, surprised by your warmth and tightness.
“Fuck…” You sighed out, before you fully took his length, skin meeting skin with an audible clap. “So... Deep...” You put both of your hands on his chest, leaning forward a little. “Feels good, huh? You fit inside me so perfectly...”
“Shit...” He squeezes your hips harder, not enough to bruise, at least not yet. “So tight...” Ethan moves his hips up a little and you moan at the movement, the head of his cock grazing a very special spot inside you.
“F-Fuck, Ethan, hold on... J-Just...” You raised your hips, almost pulling him out completely.
“Let me...” You lowered again, ass meeting his hips. “Take care of you...” You started to establish a steady rhythm, Ethan watching your body move in complete fascination. You were gorgeous, tits bouncing, making the prettiest noises. Any guy would kill to have you on him like that, and he was no exception.
Your thighs started burning a little after a while, and he could tell as your movements got less intense. But you felt so good, every single change in motion sent jolts of pleasure through his body, his cock twitching whenever you would moan out his name.
He decided to keep chasing this high and take the reigns, putting a hand on your lower back and getting up, laying you down on the mattress as he pulled out.
“E-Ethan! What are you-- o-oh my god--” Your sentence got cut off by him sliding back inside you, his arms resting besides your body. You didn’t expect this more... Initiative-taking side of him, but it was welcome either way. You hooked your legs around his hips to pull him in closer, arms resting over his shoulders.
He quickly began thrusting, hips snapping forward, the room filled with the almost pornographic sounds coming from the two of you. He looked at you, curls sticking to his sweaty forehead, mouth slightly agape. You pulled him in by his shoulders to capture his lips, moaning into his mouth as he picked up the pace.
“Fuck... ‘M close... So close...” He spoke through heavy pants, head now buried into your neck.
“Me too baby, me too, holy shit don’t stop... D-Don’t stop!” You felt the hot coil in your stomach get to a breaking point, the bed rocking slightly with Ethan’s movements as you started repeating his name between your moans.
Ethan’s hips pushed into you one last time, cock twitching as he came, filling the condom nearly to its brim. He groaned your name into your neck, breath hot against your love bite covered skin.
You followed right after, legs clamping down on him, your pussy clenching onto his cock and milking every last drop out of him. Your thighs trembled as you panted, holding him close as he rode out his orgasm with a few last sloppy thrusts.
His body collapsed on top of you, the weight almost comforting, and you wrapped your arms around him, pressing a kiss to his head. He moved his head to kiss you lazily, and you chuckled at how adorable he was being. He pressed a few kisses to your lips, eyes fluttering open soon after.
“Thank you...” He smiled sleepily, still coming down from the amazing high he’d experienced just then. “That was... Amazing...”
“Could say the same to you...” You smiled back, basking in the sweet after sex euphoria while you could. You whined slightly when he finally pulled out, suddenly feeling a bit empty.
Ethan disposed of the condom while you went to his bathroom to pee really quick. He sat back down on the bed and looked at his phone, seeing multiple messages from his roommate.
[chadmeister]: jesus christ
[chadmeister]: are u guys almost done
[chadmeister]: i’ve been here for like 20 minutes now you know
[chadmeister]: pretty sure the entire floor heard u two
[chadmeister]: at least u def won’t die a virgin now MY MANNN
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i have an oscar thot 😋
imagine oscar fucking reader in front of a mirror as "punishment" for being a tease all day and he's being all "look at the mess you're making of yourself", maybe a little overstim 🤭🤭
(ignore this if it's a bit much i'm just feeling self indulgent rn, maybe it's that new photoshoot lmao)
anon this was delicious. thank u for sending this in, i went feral for this and wrote it all in one sitting at midnight so i hope it’s good 😩
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you knew exactly what you were doing. every teasing touch, whether to your boyfriend’s biceps encased in his suit jacket or up the expanse of his thighs under the table, was calculated; a means to an end that would hopefully leave you gasping for air at the end of the night. yet when oscar finally grabs your arm and drags you to the car, your heart still begins to race.
he keeps his grip on you all the way home, all the way through the door, all the way down the hall to the bedroom. you’re quick to sit on the bed, leaning back on your hands and pushing your chest forward to entice oscar more than you know you already have.
you expect him to stalk towards you, rip your clothes off, and do whatever he pleases with you. it’s what you want; you know it, and he certainly knows it. instead, he takes his time closing the distance to you. he takes far too long to turn on the bedside lamp, giving you a coy smile the whole time. he takes his time maneuvering himself between your legs and cupping your face in his hands before leaning down and placing a searing kiss on your lips that only escalates as he reaches behind you to unzip your dress.
he gets you naked with practiced ease, shedding his jacket and white button up as you make yourself comfortable against the pillows and let your eyes slide over every inch of his newly exposed skin like you’ve never seen him naked before. he completely bypasses your lips when he joins you on the bed, moving directly to your neck, lightly biting and sucking marks into your delicate skin.
the only warning sign of your impending punishment goes mostly unnoticed— you go to put your hands in his hair, and he doesn’t let you. he disguises it well, though; he simply laces your fingers with his own as his lips continue their downward descent before finally reaching their destination between your legs. that thoroughly distracts you, and he knows your body so well that he has you on the edge before you can comprehend the fact that he’s being so nice to you.
“oscar, ‘m close, don’t stop—” you’re saying, and then he’s doing the exact opposite, retracting himself from you entirely.
he’s being so surprisingly romantic about this that when he’s gone, your eyes fly open to stare at him in disbelief. he simply licks his lips and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before fixing you with a look of faux sympathy.
“oh, i’m sorry, did you think you were getting rewarded for the shit you were pulling all night?”
there it is.
your breath gets caught in your throat as he stands up and walks to the corner of the room where your full length mirror that you always use for fit checks stands. he picks it up and places it against the wall directly across from the bed before he turns his attention back to you. “cat got your tongue, honey?”
“i- i’m—”
“don’t waste my time. hands and knees facing the mirror, now.”
you bite your lip, heart knocking against your chest in anticipation. he’s never fucked you in front of a mirror before, and while you’d rather look at him than yourself, that’s how you know that your mission was successful.
you situate yourself on all fours like he told you, looking down at the way your hands are spread over the duvet as he gets back on the bed behind you, hands sliding down your back and over your ass.
“think you can just get away with being such a tease?” when you don’t answer, he reaches up to fist your hair and tugs harshly. “answer, or i’m going to leave you here all needy and desperate.”
“no, don’t wanna get away with it.” you say immediately, and he scoffs.
“oh, i see. so you want to be punished.” you try to nod, and he pulls your hair again. “god, you’re such a brat.”
“‘m your brat, though,” is all you can think to say, and luckily he seems to like that because he loosens his grip on your hair and leans down to press a kiss between your shoulder blades.
“fuck yeah, you are. now pick your head up.” he instructs, pointing towards your reflections in the mirror. “i don’t want you looking anywhere but right there. if you look down once, i’m stopping. got it?”
“yes,” you reply, pushing yourself back against him. “please, oscar—”
“behave,” he warns, before he’s pushing into you without any notice and your mind just goes completely blank.
you almost look down immediately, nearly unable to keep your eyes on the mirror when he feels so good inside of you and you finally have what you wanted since you saw him looking nothing short of tantalizing in his suit. neither of you have ever been fans of all the fancy events, but you’d happily go to a million more if the night always ends like this.
oscar doesn’t hold back at all, immediately setting a blistering pace that has you gripping the sheets even harder than you already were. you chance a look at him in the mirror, and you can’t hold back the moan that escapes you when you see how good he looks behind you. the longer strands of hair sticking to his forehead, the slight flush of his cheeks and chest from exertion, the way his eyes meet yours in the mirror and a breathless laugh escapes him when you tell him you’re close again.
“go ahead, baby, let go f’me.” he says, and you do with a cry of his name, fighting against your instincts to collapse as your legs shake and his hips slow, helping you ride it out.
but this is still a punishment, so he only gives you a few moments reprieve before picking right back up, making you yelp.
“no, no, too sensitive, please,” you manage to say, and he reaches forward to wrap a hand around your throat and pull you up so your back is flush against his chest.
“what did you say?” he asks, and when you open your mouth to respond his hand tightens just enough that you can still breathe, but you can’t get words out. “that’s what i thought. just take it and keep your eyes on the mirror.”
you obey silently, wishing that you weren’t blocking him now because he looks beautiful even when he’s disheveled like this and you… well, you look like a complete disaster. oscar seems to come to the same conclusion, because he keeps talking, lips brushing against your ear as he continues to rail you within an inch of your life.
“look at the mess you’re making of yourself,” he whispers, free hand snaking down your front and slipping between your legs. “what happened to my pristine, put together girl from earlier, huh? posing so prettily for all those pictures. now look at you.”
letting out a whimper at his words, you have no choice but to look. you’ve never watched yourself get fucked, but you know you’ve never looked this out of it before. your vision is blurry from tears of pleasure, but you can see the mascara running down your cheeks. your hair is a mess from oscar grabbing it, and your jaw is completely slack. you bring a hand up to curl around his wrist so he doesn’t let go of your throat. if he wasn’t holding on to you, you’d be face down and too out of it to care about his threat of stopping.
and maybe you like having his hand there too.
“oscar,” you say, voice hoarse from his grip. “i-i think i’m—”
“fuck, i feel it.” he grits out when you clench around him. “you can give me one more, yeah?”
“mhmm, for you,” you moan out, head falling back against his shoulder.
he doesn’t even care, a higher pitched moan escaping his mouth that tells you he’s not going to last much longer. “that’s right, all for me, all mine. my little fuckin’ tease.”
his words send you over the edge again, and you feel all your energy leave your body as your second orgasm takes everything out of you and leaves you slumped against his body as he follows suit, falling forward and barely holding himself up above you when you fall limp onto the mattress. you can feel his heavy breaths against the side of your face as he pulls out of you and rolls to the side so he can lay face down as well and get his eyes on you.
he flashes his polite cat smile at you, and you smile back, finding it hard to comprehend that this cutie with the side of his face smushed against the mattress is the same guy that just had you seeing stars mere seconds ago.
“still with me, honey?” he asks softly, reaching out and running his fingers down your spine.
you shiver at his touch, nodding slowly. “the mirror?”
he has the audacity to blush. “caught my eye when we first came in here and i went with it.”
you touch his flushed cheek, brushing his hair out of his face. “i should tease you more often.”
he tries to give you a menacing look, but with half his face squished it doesn’t work very well. you both dissolve into giggles, and as he kisses you softly, you start thinking about what you can do next time to make him get the mirror again.
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sudden + (a)cute | jyh
jeong yunho’s got a serious case of downbaditis — oh, and also a cold.
pairing: jeong yunho x reader
au: hurt/comfort, sick fic, friends to something
type: drabble (f)
word count: 2k
rating: pg13 — still, minors do not have my consent to interact.
cw: gn!reader; illness (obviously); ft. clueless roommate!mingi
a/n: my inaugural ateez fic! inspired by my own sick day today + my own personal love sickness re: jeong yunho, lmao.
a/n 2: reposting for the fourth time because it's not in the fucking tags, lmao.
📍permanent taglist(s). @variety-is-the-joy-of-life @bahng-chrizz
You realize too late that days off and the “do not disturb” feature should go hand-in-hand.
Because you didn’t think to silence your notifications, some form of unsolicited contact slips through the cracks. Just like that, your Netflix binge is unceremoniously halted; hopes are dashed; and your phone vibrates so many fucking times in quick succession that it starts scooting its way across your coffee table, hellbent.
With a grunt of abject displeasure, you tear your half-glazed eyes off the television screen ahead. They flick down to the source of the sound to identify the caller before you commit to sitting upright off the couch. It’s a lost cause, not unlike your eagerly-awaited plans to do nothing. The nuisance lays face-down against the tabletop, buzzing relentlessly as it runs out of real estate.
Tragically, you don’t have a choice.
Before your phone can drive itself over the edge Thelma-and-Louise style, your hand darts out to catch it. You glower as your fingers curl around it, sharp tongue ready to lash out at the co-worker you told no fewer than 809 times that you were giving yourself a long weekend.
“For fuck’s sake, Yeosang,” you mutter to yourself.
Pulling the phone up to your face for closer inspection, you realize with a scoff that it’s not an incoming call at all.
It’s — one, two, three, four, five six, seven — eight rapid-fire texts and counting, all of which were sent within seconds of one another; and none of which came from the lovable doofus in the office next to yours.
You Know? [10:03 AM]: Tell…
You Know? [10:03 AM]: My….
You Know? [10:03 AM]: Story….. !
You Know? [10:03 AM]: 🤧
You Know? [10:04 AM]: 😷
You Know? [10:04 AM]: 🏨
You Know? [10:04 AM]: ☠️
You Know? [10:04 AM]: 🪦
Oh.
Immediately, your tight-lipped scowl cracks wide open.
Different doofus.
In the time it takes for you to convince your phone’s facial identification that you are, in fact, a human being, the bombardment continues.
You Know? [10:05 AM]: 👼🏻
This one pulls an unexpected chuckle out of you that’s still ringing out when you tap on his contact card and start dialing.
With your hands full and your wrists weighed down with plastic pharmacy bags, it takes three tries to barge into your best friend’s apartment like you own the place. Having underestimated your own clumsy strength, you watch in mild-to-moderate horror as the door flies open, cringing as you await the sound of the knob smashing into the hallway wall.
You get a yelp instead, followed shortly by a huffy, “Aish!”
The newest addition to the apartment steps into view with a pink mark in the center of his forehead. His eyes are as wide as they can get, both blinking slowly. As he rubs gingerly at the blooming bump, you wonder if the look on his face is any more dazed than usual. It must be, you conclude. He wasn’t expecting you any more than you were expecting him.
“Sorry!” You squeak, shuffling the tupperware in your grip from one hand to another. Your warmed palm reaches out to pat his forearm apologetically. “Are you okay?”
Mingi shrugs, already over the heart attack you’ve given him. Now, it’s intrigue that lights up his face. His eyes scan over the goods you’re toting. Soon enough, they stick on the samgyetang that’s scorching through its plastic confines to your fingertips.
As it turns out, Yunho’s new roommate is just as blatant as the previous one.
Where the hell does he find these people?
“You brought me soup?” He beams, teeth and tone both as bright as the fucking sun.
Your mouth opens to respond, but all that comes out is some useless sound that vaguely resembles a groan. You bite your lips together, searching for some way to let him down gently. In the end, you come up with exactly nothing.
“I —”
Withdrawing your hand from his arm, you gesture over your shoulder in the direction of Yunho’s bedroom. “It’s for, um… He’s —”
Mingi looks to where you’re pointing. His eyebrows raise, signaling his arrival at confused. “Yunho’s home?”
Jesus Christ.
“You didn’t… notice?” Your tone matches his. So does the altitude of your eyebrows, you assume.
For far too many seconds, the pair of you eye each other in stupefied silence. The person who would normally interject to save you from this hell doesn’t arrive to do so, leaving you without an escape route.
This is what happens when you find all your roommates on the internet.
“So, I should — Um.” You wave once again towards your friend’s door. “Yeah.”
You bow — you’re not sure why — and shuffle a step backwards, turning slowly on your heel the second you’ve created enough distance.
Propelled by your own awkwardness, you rocket away from your friend’s roommate and fling open your second door in as many minutes. You shut it behind you with your eyes closed tight. For good measure, you keep your back pressed to the wood, as if your own embarrassment is something you could ever lock out.
“Took you long enough,” comes the rattle of Pestilence itself.
Without unclenching any part of your body, you mutter, “I had my second run-in with your Craigslist roommate, and it went exactly as well as the first. You need a better screening process — seriously.”
A loud laugh is quickly replaced by a cough that you feel in your own chest. Frowning, you open your eyes to take in the lump in front of you; and within seconds, you have to fight off your own laughter.
Sprawled out over an unmade bed, Yunho sports an outfit you couldn’t defend if your life depended on it. Dark brown waves peek out from underneath a beanie, leaving only his eyes to crinkle up at you above a black surgical mask. Even without his mouth visible, there isn’t a doubt in your mind that he’s grinning at you.
Well, damn.
You could stand there all day, basking in the way he looks at you, but you don’t let yourself revel in it. Cheeks already burning, you can’t risk getting caught swooning.
You’ve embarrassed yourself enough, haven’t you?
To avoid detection, you shake your head to clear it and beg yourself to focus on the absurdity before you. In doing so, you note immediately that Yunho didn’t bother with a shirt; however, he did opt for gym shorts. They clash wildly with the pair of fuzzy, striped socks on his feet. That discovery flusters you to no end because they’re yours.
“You’re dressed for, like, three conflicting seasons,” you muse, gesturing from head to toe with your free hand. The plastic bags you’ve been wearing like bracelets rustle with the movement. “Couldn’t decide on a climate?”
“Hey!” His whine is muffled by his mask, though his congestion certainly doesn’t help. “One-third of me is freezing.”
Before you can nudge his right leg out of the way, Yunho moves it for you, freeing up the corner of his mattress for you to sit down. In fact, he takes all his limbs with him; summons all his strength to sit upright in front of you. You quickly avert your eyes from his flushed chest and focus on your stupid little soup, as if it’s the most interesting thing you’ve ever seen in your life.
When Yunho clocks what you’re holding, he damn near gasps. His eagerness barrels through his hoarseness, making your heart flutter. “Is that your mom’s samgyetang?”
“It’s her recipe,” you correct him. “She’s visiting friends in Sydney, remember?”
For someone with a skull full of snot, Yunho’s quicker on the uptake than you would’ve thought to give him credit for. His eyes crinkle even further into a smile as they flit between your hands and your face — and shit, do they sparkle.
Before he can confirm that you not only brought him soup but hand-made it, you wrestle your arm free from the non-recyclable trap cutting off your circulation.
“I — uh, didn’t know which of the five thousand types of decongestants to bring you.”
You shove no less than four of them towards him, smiling sheepishly.
“Choose your fighter.”
It’s something you thought for sure he’d laugh at, that stupid little joke, but Yunho is uncharacteristically quiet. He just stares down at the over-the-counter medications in his hands, wearing a look you’ve never seen before. One that suggests you’ve given him your beating heart instead of Guadenesin, wrapped it in a bow instead of a kilometer-long pharmacy receipt.
It’s not a look you know what to do with, so you shut up and do your best to ride out your galloping pulse.
Without looking up from your offering, Yunho eventually says, “I didn’t even tell Craigslist Roommate that I was sick. He would’ve grabbed Albothyl or something equally useless and called it a day.”
“That tracks.” You nod. A small smile works its way over your lips. “For what it’s worth, I wouldn’t have trusted him with your sinuses, either.”
Another pause settles in the space between you. It’s not uncomfortable, sitting quietly with your person, but you can’t help wondering after that wrinkle between his brows.
“I didn’t even think to ask him,” he admits, like he’s forgotten that he’s your first call, too.
Some sort of realization must hit him like a lightning strike because Yunho suddenly looks up from his hands. That’s all it takes to stir up the butterflies in your stomach. Unfortunately, it takes far more effort from you to ignore them.
“You made me soup,” he sighs, sounding disappointed.
Or frustrated.
Both — or maybe neither?
Whatever it is, it makes your palms sweat more than you ever plan to admit, so you simply nod again.
“I made you soup,” comes your unhelpful echo.
Silence.
Staring.
You offer a reminder that neither of you needs, “You’re sick.”
More silence and staring.
Then, a conclusion that nobody asked for: “You’re sick, and you should therefore have soup.”
Yunho drops his face into his hands, groaning loudly. The various layers of interference make him twice as difficult to understand, but you don’t miss a single, spilling word.
“I’m sick, and you made me soup; and I can’t kiss you about it because then you’ll be sick; and I don’t even know how to make you soup.”
Stunned to silence, you just sit there — blinking dumbly, all the while— like it’s the only thing you know how to do.
That’s not true.
You know what you want to do, and now you know you’re not alone in that. Most importantly, you know that acting on any of it will cost you several days of sneezing your brains out.
The groan you let out is twice as loud as Yunho’s was and three times’ as frustrated. It erupts out of you, and when you’ve expelled it fully, you crumple into a heap at the foot of his bed, thoroughly defeated. You curse him through the hands that now cover your face, “You rat bastard.”
Yunho snorts. “Excuse me?”
“What even is this timing?” You tear one hand away from your face and land a light smack on his knee. “You really waited to tell me any of this until you were contagious? Be fucking for real.”
His laugh shakes his shoulders, leaves him in the form of squeaks.
“The nerve of you, Jeong Yunho.”
The mattress dips when he drops himself into the space in front of you. Propped up on his elbow, he looks at you with one eyebrow raised.
“You bought out a pharmacy and made me soup,” he counters. “You brought this on yourself.”
You roll your eyes, although it does nothing to distract from the way you’re giggling.
“Did you not wanna get kissed?” Yunho challenges, “Because that’s how you get kissed.”
With a grin, his knuckles nudge yours, returning your earlier knock far more affectionately than you sent it. “Babo.”
“You’re the babo,” you sniff.
Despite your childish rebuttal, you take the opportunity to slip your hand fully into his. It’s not the first time, by any means, but the difference is clear; and when you squeeze gently, you feel it come right back.
With your laughter faded out, you sigh, “Yunho?”
He hums in acknowledgement, likely too exhausted by your ill-timed antics to power up a proper response.
“Can you please eat your stupid soup and get better already?”
#ateez#ateez fic#yunho#yunho x reader#ateez x reader#jeong yunho#yunho fic#yunho imagines#yunho scenarios#yunho fluff#ateez imagines#ateez scenarios#ateez fluff#atz#jade writes#re: sudden + (a)cute#kvanity#if i have to repost this again i'm going to give up. WHY WON'T YOU GO IN THE TAGS?
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behind the screen
◇ characters ◇ zhongli
◇ tags ◇ yandere, sagau
◇ a/n ◇ ok ok ok story time liSTEN-
i was showing a friend genshin for the first time few weekends ago, and ofc i had zhongli out (she wasn't interested in him tho, sad) to walk around and basically show her around the world. and then we stopped a bit while i explained the whole thing about the usual party composition & the concept of gacha, and ofc zhongli starts talking about osmanthus wine-
so i rolled my eyes (cause i was in the middle of an explanation) and said "zhongli shush" and you know what happened? he. fucking. stopped. talking. the idle animation canceled. i almost pissed myself until i remembered the controller was in my friend's hand and she had moved the joystick. THAT ALMOST SCARED ME TO DEATH SLFJSLJFLS LMAO
so yeah have a drabble 'inspired' by that. toodles~
𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡
he knows you love his voice.
it's something you always tell him, both directly and indirectly. you would drop in his voiceover menu every now and then, purposefully put him on idle so you can listen to his musings, and whenever he appears on scenes you would visibly deflate if the dialogues involving him are muted from your side. at such times, he takes one step closer to the idea of breaking this world's laws entirely, because if you wish to hear him then you should be able to - you should always get whatever you want, the deity that you are in his eyes.
like now, when you're gushing about him to what seems to be your friend. he's never heard of her before, but you seem close, and he feels the familiar twitch of his fingers, itching to reach out to you, to pull you close and smother you with his presence instead.
from the way you had to explain the basics of his world, he assumes your friend is a complete beginner entirely. but surprisingly she doesn't seem to be too impressed with him, despite the excitement that's filling your voice, and he can sense how agitated it made you. true enough, when he stealthily sneaks a glance, you're pouting a little before you launch into an explanation of how necessary of an addition he is to the team, and the workings behind the gacha system.
adorable.
... but your attention is slipping away from him. now that- he can't have that. he sighs and triggers the idle function with your favorite audio file that he frequently abuses, feeling his body and lips move as per the scripted codes.
"osmanthus wine-"
"zhongli, shush!"
...... what?
it was a reflex. a force of habit, you could say. no one likes to be talked over by someone else when they're talking, right?
"sorry, he's a little-"
you stop talking because suddenly, it's silent. the hair on the back of your neck rises.
"did you move the joystick?" you ask your friend, eyeing the now-still 3d model of your favorite character on the big tv screen.
"huh? no?" she answered, waving the gadget by its handle with one hand, "uh- didn't you say it has drifting problems? maybe it's that?"
".... yeah........ yeah, that's got to be it. anyway, as i was saying-"
zhongli is needlessly quiet for the rest of your little showcase. you continue to talk with your friend happily, the little event pushed to the back of your mind as you enjoy spending time with one of your favorite people, throwing jokes, laughs, and eventually turning off genshin to move on to celebrity crushes and a cute looking singer that's going to have his little concert in the city soon.
zhongli lets you.
for it would be the last time you could enjoy the such activity before he forcefully pulls you into their side.
to his side, where you rightfully belong to.
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Nsfw content MDNI (repost)
Reposting this at work feels like playing with fire lmao
Honestly Beel manhandles you without even meaning too, you’re just smaller then him and it’s not hard to do.
Plus it’s just easier to move you into a better ‘n more comfortable position this way, whether that’s folding you into a mating press or flipping you onto your tummy so he can pound you from behind~ (or even a full nelson-)
Belphie’s not as rough in a way but worse in others, he moves you more for his pleasure not as worried about if you’re comfortable or not (not that he’d even let you be in pain!!-) he’s a bit rougher, when he’s moving from you riding him into a different position (like on your back etc-) where he has more control just to tease you.
Now tag teaming~ with them is just amazing~
Starting with Beel eating you out like you’re the best thing he’s ever eaten~ telling you “You, taste amazing MC.”
Or Belphie slowly working you open on his fingers, teasing and playing with your clit, but stopping before you can cum “Such a slut you can’t even wait for a cock?”
They could share you at once but that takes more prep and obviously would wear you out faster, so they’ll settle for taking turns~
Belphie going first, his hands playing with your chest while you ride him, his lips kissing ‘n nipping at your neck making sure to leave his mark on you, “So good for me. My cute little slut, riding my cock just like you were made for it~”
Beel not so patiently waiting his turn, sitting on his bed slowly stroking his cock. Grabbing you, as soon as Belphie cums (much to yours and Belphie protest) “Sorry, can’t wait anymore. Just lay down and relax, cupcake.” Beel moves quickly, laying you on your back in his own bed, placing your legs over his shoulders and sliding into you, “F-fuck, you’re so tight MC..I’m going to move now, just relax ok?” Beel’s finger nails digging into your hips to hold you still while he rails you-
By the time Beel cums, Belphie’s already back to lazily stroking his cock “Well? How about another ride?”
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needy.
miguel o’hara x reader
summary:
miguel is suffering with the side effects of his vampirism: the insatiable hunger. you, a doctor, will stop at nothing to help him, no matter what. it’s your job, afterall.
CW: smut, biting, lowkey vampire sex, rough, i didnt do amazing in my gcse spanish course so i’m sorry for the rough attempt at miguel speaking spanish LMAO, hardly proof read mb, bit of oral (f receiving), mentions of blood, pain and injury. fem reader.
word count: 2.1k
likes, comments and reposts are deeply appreciated! <3 enjoy.
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He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t resist. His brain felt like it was begging to break out of his skull. Everything hurt, but it wasn’t the kind of pain he could turn to you for help with.
It was the kind of pain that stemmed from the unfortunate bite all those years ago. A pain that derived from a never-ending hunger within him, resulting in constant hunger and sharpened fangs.
“Miguel, how many times do I have to say it? It’s my job. It’s what I'm paid to do! Just let me help you and we can-”
“No.” he cut you off sharply. When he had hired you after a particularly nasty fight that ended in a lot of spidermen injured but there was a lack of medics to help, he didn’t realise everything you did or said would have so much of an affect on him. If he had known, he would’ve never even looked in your direction because, god, you were intoxicating. “No puedo más, mierda. [i can’t anymore, fuck]. You can’t help me, okay? Just go home.” He seethed.
He wasn’t angry with you, never you. He was angry at how he had to turn your sweet words and caring touch away just because he couldn’t risk hurting you.
“You’re so frustrating, Miguel. you never let me help you.” He stood with his back to you, because he knew that if he looked behind him and saw you standing with your arms folded, a cute pout on your lips and the smooth skin of your neck on display, he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back anymore.
If he ever came close to hurting you, even if somehow the domino effect of something he did led to you getting injured, he would never forgive himself for as long as he lived. You were only human, you weren’t a spider like the rest of them. You were fragile, and couldn’t protect yourself as well as you could save others.
“You should know by now I won't stop until I get what I want.” you began walking up behind him. “You’re clearly struggling with something. your breathing is heavy, you haven’t been walking or talking properly since you came back from your mission.” a sudden realisation popped into your brain. “You didn’t hit your head on your mission today, did you? Miguel- you told me there wasn��t a scratch on you, I can’t help you if you’re lying to me.”
Finally, he turned around to face you, his head hung low but he could see every inch of your perfect body. No longer could he restrain himself from the all-consuming thirst he felt as he flashed his fangs and suddenly appeared in front of you, pinning you against the wall. “No quiero ayuda. [I don't want your help]. I just want it to stop.”
You tilted your head up at him. There wasn’t an ounce of fear in your eyes despite your position and he felt his heart stop. “You aren’t scared?” He breathed out. His eyes were wide and red. His heart was beating increasingly fast and his throat was getting dry.
He was so used to being the one people would cower around. Yet with you, you always seemed to defy his expectations. He stood in front of you, restraining himself from killing you, and yet you had barely even blinked.
You moved your hair out of the way of your neck, causing him to try and push himself away from you but you grabbed his wrist before he could. “It’s my job to help you. That’s why I'm here. So let me help you.”
He found it so hard to disobey you when you looked up at him so gently. Yet it was that look that reminded him of his affection towards you and made him shake his head profusely in denial. He refused to hurt you, even when you asked him to.
You pulled him by his wrist, closer to you, tempting him in as he complied thoughtlessly. His mind was reeling with the thought that it was your hand touching his wrist. It was your hand that slowly traced up his back and it was your fingers that threaded through his hair at that moment. Slowly, you guided his head down towards your open neck as every doubt inside his mind froze against his will. All of his morals disappeared. Everything he stood by, his dedication to protecting you, gone within a minute of you delicately caressing him.
“Please, Miguel, let me help you.”
When you pleaded with him so innocently, when your words slipped so tenderly from your pretty lips, he could no longer hold himself back. The shackles he’d chained himself to for so long, the restraints he’d built with his bare hands, crumbled like castles.
His sharp fangs sunk themselves into the crook of your neck and you whimpered slightly in pain, biting your lip.
Miguel lost himself in the taste of you as he forced you up harder against the wall. Still, it wasn’t enough. He needed his entire body against yours. He grabbed your leg, wrapping it around his waist as he continued to slowly suck the blood from your neck.
His hands pawed against you and massaged your hips. You felt yourself growing increasingly more wet at the feeling of him pressed up so close against you with his lips against your neck.
Somehow, the pain faded as you got used to it and all you could feel was the sensation you got as he ground himself against you, overpowered with need and moaning into your neck.
His head was spinning as his blood pumped vigorously. He’d never experienced such a high, such an addictive drug that devoured him whole and swallowed him completely.
You could feel how much he needed this. The feeling of peace and pleasure overshadowed the one of pain, yet, as you felt yourself go faint, you began to shake yourself out of the trance his lips against your neck put you in. In an odd way, you’d let him drink from you forever if it meant the feeling of his skin against yours.
You tapped his waist, urging him off you as he withdrew.
You placed your hand against your neck as a sudden pang of soreness washed over you. However, the sight before you was one you’d never forget as you looked up to meet his eyes. His lips stained with your blood before he wiped it away sent a strange sensation down your back as you closed your legs.
“Thank you, mi dulce niña. [my sweet girl].” he took your face between his thumb and index finger. Your faces were unbearably close. The desire to taste your own blood on his lips consumed you as your eyes flickered between his and his lips.
You stood against the wall of the empty hallway to his room in silence, your bodies begging for each other yet your mouths too shy to make it known.
Instead, he opted for silently taking you down the dimly lit corridor to his room, his fingers intertwined with yours.
The second his door closed, your back was against it. His lips finally pressed against yours as you sighed in contentment. Once again, your leg was hiked up as he caressed the supple skin of your thigh.
A rough yet gentle hand made its way up to your face as he ran his thumb up and down against your cheek. “I need you so bad. You don’t know what you’ve done to me. Everyday, I think about you. Your lips, your voice, your smile, your hips. I can’t fucking get enough of you and it kills me that I cant physically be as close to you as I want to be.” he murmured against your lips whilst you breathed shaky breaths against his.
You didn’t know what to say, or how to put your feelings into words because he had already summed it up so perfectly for you. “I can’t get enough of you either.”
He carried you to the bed and placed you down, his touch never once leaving your skin except to take his suit off.
Your hand ran across the scars of his chest, some you had fixed up yourself, up to his neck where you pulled him against you once more. He struggled to get your uniform off quickly with the continuous kiss and lack of sense as the thought of you naked beneath him fogged up his mind.
Miguel broke the kiss, and the sight of you with your hair splayed out across the mattress, skin glistening and your eyes half-lidded with lust had him weak in the knees as his dick grew harder against your thigh.
The moonlight peaked out past the gaps of his curtains, highlighting your frame and making him desperate.
He began to kiss down your body, leaving marks across your collarbone where he would occasionally bite.
He sucked and licked your nipples gently as you writhed beneath his touch, desperately yearning for more of his rough touch.
“I need you, miguel.”
“Patient now, mi dulce niña. [my sweet girl]” he replied, looking up at you from between your legs as he slowly began kissing down towards where you needed him so badly. He stroked your thighs and nipped at them harshly, yet the pain merged so beautifully with the pleasure that it all became one big blur.
He asked you to be patient, but after so long of longing stares and discreet touches, being patient was the last thing on your mind as you bucked your hips up, itching for his touch.
“Niña mala [bad girl]. What did I just tell you?” he snarled.
“Please, Miguel, I'm begging you. I’ve waited so long- I can’t be patient anymore.” you pleaded with him. It seemed to be enough to convince him as he brought your hips up to his face and flicked his tongue skillfully against your pussy as you gasped surprisingly.
He moved his tongue rhythmically, snatching pleas and moans from your lips. It wasn’t too long before he slid in one of his fingers... then another. He thrusted them inside you relentlessly, praising you for taking what he was giving you without another complaint.
His tongue and his fingers combined clouded your senses and made you feel as though nothing - no one - would ever come close to satisfying you so well. However, just as you clenched around him, he pulled out. You whined and cried for him to stop playing around, but he simply ignored you.
Miguel needed to feel you come around his dick if you were going to come anywhere. He needed you both to finish together. He craved the feeling of your bodies merging together in that haze of relief and exhaustion before he pulled out.
He moved back up to your face and your eyes locked; a feeling rushed over you that made your heart swell. You don’t think you could ever get enough of him.
He grabbed his painfully hard dick, stroking it against your folds. You bucked against him hopelessly. Luckily, he took the hint and slid himself somewhat smoothly inside of you, though the pain of the stretch was inevitable.
Your hands immediately went to his back, gripping on as if it would save you. Miguel groaned at the pain as he pulled back slightly and thrusted harshly back in.
He noticed the bite marks on your neck, and the blood that still gradually fell from it due to the lack of treatment. He leaned down, licking the blood up and moaning as he pounded himself into you savagely.
Everything was overwhelming. The feeling of him licking and sucking the blood from your neck, the pain of your hands clawing down his back, the unrelenting pummelling inside of you and the sounds of skin against skin and voices intertwining in the air.
It sent you both spiralling.
“ ‘m g’nna- come, Miguel.” you heaved out.
His hand trailed down to your aching pussy as he slid a finger against your clit and began rubbing viciously. Your moans dominated the room at the extra pleasure as you began to slip from your control.
“Come with me.” he demanded as he hammered inside of you without any remorse.
It was everything you had both dreamed it would be and more. The feeling of letting go together shook you both as you clenched around him, sucking him in, and as he shot his load inside of you.
You both lay there for what felt like an eternity of comfort and serenity. Your bodies pressed up against each other with your eyes closed, just soaking up the moment without any anxieties or thoughts.
However, to your dismay, Miguel pulled back. He took your face in his palm again, marvelling at your vulnerable state. He would be the only one to see you like this.
He placed his forehead against yours as your breaths became synchronised along with your heartbeats, creating the sound of peace and belonging.
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note: read the extra here.
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𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳“Such A Mess!?” — Nanami Kento
Synopsis:- Nanami Kento wasn’t a jealous man, usually, but then, a certain white haired man stood a master at this too, dragging you down as his victim
— A/n:- idk if it’s justice enough @illogicallyx but uh- ye lmao. I couldn’t see him being too rough, but a mean Kento is certainly there
— Word Count: 0.5K
— Warnings:- smut!!MDNI!!Kento x AFAB!Reader; reader is wearing Kento’s tie; pussy slapping (1?); mean! Kento; humiliation (a little); jealous! Kento; mentions of edging
“Let me tell you of the one time he dropped the whole pot-” and before the sentence finished, Satoru and you had erupted in a fit of giggles, again.
The annoyance was rather evident on his face—you knew so, he knew that you knew.
His eyes panned onto the way it rested at Satoru’s lap, jaw clenched, he stared.
“Enough, I think,” a cue for you to shut up, Satoru cackled.
“Give it a rest Nanamin, she’s just being honest,”
And before you could laugh again in agreement, a hand of his squeezed you thigh, hard, “behave.”
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He had his tie secured around your neck, a certain leopard print contrasting beautifully against your plush skin—panting, you were a mess upon his desk.
“Such a mess,” he murmured quietly— a thick finger pumped inside you slowly, very slowly, you wanted to scream at him—but it wouldn’t only worsen your punishment.
You held back a choked moan, as you had countless many, when a large hand moved to caress your breasts, a slap, a knead.
Punishment that you were receiving, why? All so because Gojo Satoru was an expert at annoying your Kento and you just so happened to find that amusing.
“Think he’d make a bigger mess of you angel?” His voice was almost a whisper, so condescending—you knew the white haired man couldn’t.
Only Kento.
“I’m sorry,” you whimpered out again—crying out loud when his hand connected on you fat pussy—“behave,” he muttered in a frenzied manner—eyes darting to the sound of movement outside.
“Don’t want your silly little crush finding out that your boyfriend gets you dumb on his fingers yeah? How embarrassing,” and if the pleasure wasn’t just so high you would’ve been hurt by his words, ashamed, but as of current you could only roll your eyes back when he abused your tight hole and mended your warm walls around his fingers.
“Enjoying being slutted out princess?” You wanted to nod, because you did — “don’t even deserve my fucking cock,” he spat out—his words were harsh, but the amused smile on his lips reassured you as ever.
“Kento cannot be trusted with delicate objects,” he mocked you—talking in a high pitched voice to replicate yours, horrible mimicry you wanted to snap at him, he’d snap back with another prolonged orgasm.
“Now what hm? Am I not handling my delicate whore right? Does she not like being touched here?”
A moment of your hesitation, excuse enough for him to pull out entirely—shoving his thick fingers into your mouth to quieten your whines—“you’ll cum when I want you to,”
And with that, he pulled you in fast, hand grabbing his tie and inching you closer till his lips met yours.
A wink he passed right after, “get dressed sweetheart,” he patted your puffy clit, “want to see gojo tease you for your whinin’ now.”
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you only cum from a lot of foreplay
a/n: @vanillacupcakefrosting for this request~ sorry its late haha hope u like it even tho it's shitty affff. it's not long so if u dont like it just tell me I take constructive criticism 👀
Bang Chan ~
idt he'd mind it honestly. I think he'd mostly just love teasing u, just rubbing ur clit or sucking on ur skin just to hear your moans and whimpers. all he cares about is ur pleasure and how u feel. GIVE ME A CHRISTOPHER PLS 🙏
“my girl, ru close? cum for me my sweet baby, make a mess”
Lee Know~
again, all he cares about is your pleasure. my dude would be so cocky and brazen, he'd constantly degrade you 👀 he loves teasing u so it's obvious he doesn't have a problem with this bcs it just means seeing u beg and cry for him 🤷🏻♀️
“my dumb kitty, needs foreplay to cum isn't it? can't handle my dick? stupid thing”
Changbin ~
honestly, kinda hard to read but I feel like he'd most likely not give a shit. I feel like he'd just be like "yes, and?" 💀 I honestly don't really know for him- BUT I can guarantee he won't have a problem and he'd probably find it adorable in a way lmao-
“it's so cute how you rely on foreplay to cum. want me to touch u here? or here? hmm?”
Hyunjin ~
mf would be sad- jk jk. again, he'd want to focus more on ur pleasure than his own, bcs seeing u having fun makes him happy. at first he was like "wait? so I can't fuck u?" and you were like 🧍♀️no bitch ofc u can fuck me- but in the end his lips make u feel pretty damn good 👀
“yeah, u like that? hmm? want more? there we go my love”
this wasn't good but idc- maknae line dropping sometime this week... I hope-
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— THIEF !
ft. isagi yoichi ; itoshi rin ; nagi seishiro ; bachira meguru ; chigiri hyōma ; itoshi sae
summary: how they react when you steal the blanket
note: i sure do hope this is not too ooc. i fucking love blue lock a healthy amount 🤏🏻 anyways who’s your fave character(s)?
⚘ ISAGI YOICHI
ㅤㅤnow THIS is a sweetheart and an absolute dumbass in this scenario but we love him. he woke up all cold (possibly with a frozen shoulder) in the middle of the night and his first thought was to check up on you. when he sees you all cuddled up and warm, he just kisses your forehead and goes back to sleep. probably overthinks too though; is something bothering you, did you have a bad encounter with something while he was away, etc. catches the flu the next day lmfao. oh well, there you have it. it’s now your turn to give up the blanket and kiss his forehead.
⚘ ITOSHI RIN
ㅤㅤsimply pulls out a new one. you think he’s going to spend his energy on such a lukewarm thing (re: wrestling you for a blanket)? think again. is honestly sweet enough to let you steal it but won’t pass the chance to passive aggressively sigh (as loud as he can, mind you) because he’s forced to rummage through storage trying to find a spare one at three in the morning; on a match night; against SAE??? better hope he wins or else you’ll never hear the end of it. if he’s in a petty mood, he will hog the blanket the next night. well then, do you want to build a snowman? “rin, i'm cold, i can’t sleep.” “i can. good night.” just cling onto him, it’ll definitely melt his frozen heart.
⚘ NAGI SEISHIRO
ㅤㅤscenario a: he will absolutely fucking fight you on this. everything else is a hassle (except games and occasionally soccer, yeah yeah) but never steal his blanket. gets all pouty and shit. it’s going to turn into a game of tug-of-war or something because neither of you want to surrender. oh my god, everything is on the floor including you at some point. the good side is that it always ends up with the blanket tossed to one side and him cuddling you so it’s a win?
ㅤㅤscenario b: bear goes on a hibernation during winter.
⚘ BACHIRA MEGURU
ㅤㅤbold of you to assume he’s not the one stealing the blanket? little shit (affectionate); beats you to it every time. nope, he won’t budge so don’t even try waking him up. okay, let’s say you managed to wake him up by repeatedly poking his cheek and calling his name but does he want to open his eyes? “hey, isagi, hey, pass” MEGURU, PASS THE BLANKET BACK? help. just get another one smh.
⚘ CHIGIRI HYŌMA
ㅤㅤyou've put him in a predicament, god save his soul. prays that he won’t accidentally wake you up during his attempt on pulling it back a little bit further to his side. “i'm gonna take this now, okay?” oh boy, your grasp only tightens. stares at you for a long time because he doesn’t know what else to do. tick tock. considers just snatching it on minute ten. let’s try a different angle, maybe if he pulls it from this corner, 44° to the right, it’s— nope, sorry chigiri. will most likely pass out from his endless creativity exhaustion.
⚘ ITOSHI SAE
ㅤㅤoh wow, oh. stealing a blanket from the itoshi sae? wow. if his night isn’t peaceful, then he’s going to drag you into this miserable land too. will and won’t hesitate to wake you up. “i have a match tomorrow.” imagine replying “ok? and i have the blanket. bet you don’t have that now, do you, sae?” lmao. will immediately get up and leave to sleep in the guest bedroom. ok but try hugging him and saying “and i have you in my arms.” he’s baffled, he’s in shambles, shaking, crying, throwing up.
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𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦 !
˖˚˳⊹ aftercare headcanons feat. xiao : kazuha : diluc : heizou : kaeya : zhongli : ayato : childe : gorou : albedo : scaramouche x gn! reader
˖˚˳⊹ warnings: slightly suggestive, mostly fluff
xiao, who‘ll make sure that he really didn‘t hurt you anywhere, scanning and feeling over every part of your body just to be certain, worried sick and breathing out heavily against his teeth once he realised there weren’t any bruises on you. You‘ll have to calm him down, please cup his face and tell him it‘s okay and that you‘re fine <3!
kazuha will embrace you in a tight hug, spooning you while brushing his knuckles against your soft skin. Loves pillowtalk! will engage in it and ask if you‘re okay and if you need anything, gently taking your chin in between his fingers, brushing his thumb slowly over your lower lip to catch your flustered state, passionately kissing you before showing you his brightest smile!
diluc, who‘ll immediately clean you up if he didn‘t cum inside of you. Making sure you‘re properly tidy and get you a water too <3! won’t even ask if you’re thirsty, he’ll get you one regardless. if need be he‘ll prepare a bath for you as well, don‘t think he won‘t join though. Most likely will end in the both of you going for another round - so buckle up!
heizou, who‘ll crack a joke the second you guys are done to "break the ice" which he doesn‘t have to do but he still does it. It‘s just his nature. Thank the archons he‘s always mixing in his cheeky personality, cradling you in his arms and placing soft kissies all over your face but your lips :( what‘s pillowtalk without some teasing thrown in after all? <3
kaeya, who wants YOU to clean HIM up. He‘ll jokingly complain that it was him who did the most work and you were just laying there !!! will wrap his arms around your body and hide his face in the nook of your neck, cracking up laughing while he reassures you he was obviously joking. But if you could get him a water that‘ll be very much nice of you <3! hehe
zhongli will slowly bring you closer to his chest, gently stroking his fingertips over your hair. You love listening to his heart beat steadily while he‘s talking about how much he loves you, soundly pulling you closer against his warmth embrace. Will ask if you were uncomfortable in any way and tell you to always be vocal whenever he does something wrong! <3
ayato, who‘s going to intertwine his fingers with your own, slowly guiding you over his chest so you‘re laying on top of him. He loves the warmth you radiate! It makes goosebumps show themselves on his skin all the damn time <3 cherishes it when you rest your chin on his chest all lovingly and completely loses any form of self-control whenever you start to play with his hair while showing him complete adoration <3 !!
childe, who doesn‘t care he has made a mess all over the bedsheets, will plop next to you after finishing, lazily putting his arm over your shoulder and literally not understanding why you need to stand up right now to clean yourself up, it‘s just his cum after all! will admit how fucking aroused he gets by catching sight of his seed all over you. <3
gorou, who‘ll get all flustered, cheeks a cute rosy tint and hiding against your chest <3! will place little kissies all over your chest because he’s just way too shy and adorable. You‘ll reach over to his unruly hair to gently fondle with his strands but do not! touch his ears, he‘ll get in the mood again, it‘s his sweet spot after all!
albedo, who you have to practically bribe to stay in bed with you after sex. He just wants to write down everything new he figured out about your body and you! Has a slight obsession with wiping up his cum off of your thighs and chest, it gets him going if we‘re being honest. He‘ll admit it too, doesn‘t give a damn, really <3!
scaramouche, who‘ll gently push himself off the bed to go take a shower in the bathroom next doors. (lmao i had to i‘m sorry).
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Curious about MCYT with a partner that's usually calm and collected, suddenly being super angry at someone bothering them, maybe almost fighting the person brothering them? (Btw i really love your writing, it's super fun to read!!)
ooooo okay !! I see the vision, hopefully I pulled it off LMAO ; also thank you so much!! that means so much to me, I feel like my writings really corny and dumb sometimes and too boring so thank you, it means a lot to me 🫶🫶🫶
MCYT ; fire in the twilight
includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, & quackity
warnings ; language, talk about SA/perverts/men being weird
masterlist
TOMMYINNIT
you're a very calm person
but when you get mad you get maddddd
he's surprised you haven't beaten the shit out of him yet
someone was being kinda weird at a meet and greet at vidcon and you were already stressed and overstimulated from taking pictures with everyone and signing merch and youtooz (guys should I try buying the slimecicle plushie? I don't wanna support a bad company but he's so cute :()
someone took a picture of you stretching where your shirt lifted a bit and showed off your midsection
Tommy saw and immediately called them out while you were taking a solo pic w a fan
when you heard him you just froze and nearly yelled
"Hey, please delete that. out of your trash too, seriously"
"Dude, fucking delete that shit. that's not okay, actually."
you end up nearly beating the shit out of the person....
then comes the Twitch apology 😭😭
you nearly went into a spiral explaining that it's never okay to take photos of ppl without them knowing, no matter when or where
he feels really bad for you but you're able to sit down and calm down to your usual self 🫶🫶🫶
TUBBO
you got really heated while you got matched up with a bigot random on valorant
you were playing with Tommy and Tubbo on squads
this mf set you OFF
they were talking some homophobic, transphobic, racist ass shit and you just lost it
you were READY for this bitch bro
Tommy and tubbo just sat back in silence because they knew you were gonna go off
"one, why do you trust your fuckass government so much?? two, your statements are completely wrong, it takes one google search. three, you're a bitch edge lord, four, no, I don't think I'm cool because I'm a streamer with a platform. five, you're completely wrong about gay people in general, you're doing the exact same thing being a Bible thumper right now. six, shut up! who fucking cares? how much of a loser do you have to be to hate people so much?"
the random just left out of embarrassment and you have to sit afk for a moment and catch your breath
"You okay, y/n?" tubbo asks
dude them and all your chats are worried about you bro
"yeah, sorry. that just... fuck, like, how are people so hateful?"
he reposts a clip of it on tik tok afterward LMAO
genuinley thanks you a little while after you properly calm down because it would've gotten bad if you didn't go off
gives you a little hug and stuff
"thanks for being my little guard dog"
RANBOO
you were getting fed up with how people were treating you and them online and just kinda lost it on stream
your chat was filled with assholes wondering where people were and why you hadn't publicly talked to them in over 12 hours and what your plans with everything were etc etc
"Dude, please stop. all of you. for weeks this has been going on, stop putting me and ranboo on these pedestals and expecting shit from us. seriously, it's horrible for both of us and our health. if you wanna see Tubbo or Tommy, go watch them! they're both live right now. Seriously, it's not funny and it's not gonna make us pump out more content and do what you want. we're people too, we get sad and burned out and tired. eventually content creation gets unfun and you won't get what you want. behave yourselves and do better. we don't owe you anything"
ranboo literally tears up a bit because he was watching the stream in the other room and could hear you, and you were visibly tearing up
you could feel your hands shaking and you just kind of ended the stream because you were so worked up and didn't wanna do it anymore
he immediately wrapped you in a hug because you were just so angry
gave you a pillow to punch and left you be for a while
you're usually very calm but your emotions exploded when you were bottling it up too much
they understood that but their heart bled for you after that, especially w all the hate that came from it :/
FREDDIE BADLINU
people were throwing things at you on stage during Tommy's live show
you played it off as jokes and were fine with jt because they were doing it sneakily in a fun way, roses, kandi bracelets, plushies etc, until someone threw their bra at you
"Okay, can we not?" You scrunch your eyebrows, looking into the crowd as you throw the bra back into the crowd. "That's fucked, don't ever do that again, learn event etiquette. never throw your bras on a fucking stage, it's weird and disgusting"
Freddie looks over at you, standing next to Tommy, giving you a "Holy shit are you okay?" look while also looking for the culprit trying to get their bra back
Tommy instantly stopped the show to reprimand the person
meanwhile Freddie was whispering to you to make sure you were okay
you were pissed but put your big kid pants on and continued the show
you apologized on Twitter after the show because you were really loud and kind of humiliated the people but you were justified with the situation
the people (and the girl who owned the bra) apologized and the situation was over
Freddie feels so bad bc you're so calm and laid back but ppl always have to test your limits :(
NIKI NIHACHU
people were filming you two out in public and taking pictures and you kinda lost it that they weren't listening to niki, telling them to kindly stop
"can you stop taking pictures? she's uncomfortable, please stop." you speak in a stern voice
the fans just like stare at you in shock because you're usually very calm and chill and you basically yelled at them (you reprimanded them because one it's the law two you both didn't want to be disturbed on your walk)
you're in a miserable mood the whole way home because yk how twitters gonna act when they see that
you quickly make a statement before any video leaks or anything, addressing the situation and apologizing to the strangers
ppl got ur back tho and showed support considering they were filming you on a nice walk without consent
she feels so bad seeing you get upset about it and feels like it's her fault
lots of reassuring her that it's never her fault and you're always happy to defend her and you don't mind getting a little loud to defend her
ALEX QUACKITY
you got really upset with someone harassing a bunch of creators during the qsmp Brazil meetup
"Dude, leave them alone. they don't want to take a picture with you and they don't owe you anything! you're being creepy to all those women right now, do you not realize that or something?"
you were furious seeing that many on your friends, even while on a trip, couldn't just not be harassed by men
the weirdo scurried off but you were literally this close to fighting the fucker
you were seething dude, like, shaking because you were so astonished someone could actually be that pushy and that much of a dick over a picture
Alex wrapped you in a tight hug and just squeezed you until you calmed down while the poor people who were harassed had reassured you that they were okay and that they appreciated and thanked you for standing up for them
Alex genuinley apologizes because the way you reacted just proved to him that you definitely are calm and laid back but when you got angry, you got angry
he feels so bad because you had to stand up for your friends and watch them be harassed and shit
#lowkeyrobin#mcyt x reader#mcyt preferences#mcyt oneshot#tommyinnit x reader#ranboo x reader#quackity x reader#badlinu x reader#freddie badlinu x reader#niki nihachu x reader#nihachu x reader#alex quackity x reader#quackityhq x reader#gn reader#gender neutral reader#mcyt x gn reader#they/them reader
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── HAZBIN HOTEL: HALLOWEEN COSTUME HEADCANONS
· ★ · i know it's not halloween yet at ALL but i couldn't resist making this... :3 pls enjoy!!
I. HAZBIN HOTEL RESIDENTS
charlie – harley quinn, matching with vaggie!! she's dressed up every single year ever since she was a tiny little baby because her parents always dressed up too
vaggie – poison ivy, matching with charlie!! she's been dressing up every year with charlie ever since she fell. used to have to be convinced, now she does it willingly. also the one who THOROUGHLY searches everyone's candy
angel dust – rlly revealing twinky ass latex catboy outfit. he's a firm believer in dressing slutty for halloween every year and proudly announces it
husker / husk – his old boomer ass never dresses up, says he's “going as himself” when anyone asks
alastor – doesn't usually dress up, until the rest of the hotel does. then, he'll join the “pathetic holiday festivities.” would maybe go as a nun?? don't really have any ideas for him tbh
niffty – one of those “sexy maid/nurse” outfits… im sorry you KNOW it's canon
sir pentious – asks cherri to match with him, gets rejected because the costume idea was “to lame” for her. eventually buckles to his brit roots and goes as queen elizabeth
egg bois – obviously matching with pentious!! they'd go as royal guards since he's queen elizabeth ykyk
fat nuggets – obviously angel puts him in an old fashioned pretty blonde wig and fucked up little dress and says he's a “alcoholic 90's smoker mom core hoe!”
keekee – goes as catwoman/selina kyle to complete the trio, since charlie and vaggie are going as harley and ivy respectively
razzle &. dazzle – razzle goes as a knight, and dazzle as a princess. they match every year obvs!!
II. THE THREE VEES
valentino – uhhmm idk he probably goes as sexy/revealing border patrol to be controversial and piss people off like the actual menace to society he is LMAO
vox – goes as alastor but adds really exaggerated/ugly traits like a massive squidward nose to make fun of him cuz he's obsessed or wtvs idk!!
velvette – the only one who takes halloween SERIOUSLY out of the vees, as the fashion icon she is. definitely makes her own costume every year, goes as whatever is trending at the time
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premise: you were eddie’s outlet for his rage just as he was the gentle hands that soothed your darkness.
pairing: eddie munson x dark!f!reader
word count: 5.8k
warnings: eighteen+ content, soft!dark eddie, reader and eddie are both a little insane, like psychopathic, dark content/undertones, unprotected-rough p in v, choking, dirty talk, praise and degradation, public sex, obsessive behavior, violence, blood, masturbation, jealousy, i love chrissy but reader is not v kind to her sorry, cheating, mean!girl reader, cynical ways, intrusive thoughts.
etc: i wasn’t sure if i was even going to post this because it’s not my favorite thing i’ve written and purely self indulgent but fuck it lmao.
i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful — if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!
It's the tenth time today you find yourself rolling your eyes at the bubbly cheerleader across from you. Going off on a tangent about the drab blonde who currently has his arm slung across her shoulders. The look of artificial love radiating off of his eyes like the same kind of radiation you wish was making you go deaf and blind right now.
The longer you have to sit and listen, to feen fake interest, support, to act like you liked the boy whose arm was pulling you into his chest, your body leaned into his as if you were actually interested. As if you actually found the heavy scent of his cologne wooing enough to make you weak in the knees when all it really did was make you sick to your stomach. He was a circus monkey amongst the other brain washed animals following their ring leader in hopes they are putting on a great show. When really it was a shit show of fake showmanship and pathetic tricks that never landed; if only one of them would land on their neck and put themselves out of their misery.
But in some ways you were just as artificial. Just as pathetic as you pretended, pranced around like a well manicured puppet in a short skirt.
Everyone did something to pass the time here, to get through this shit show of high school and the depression that came from living in a dead end town. Whether that was pretending to like your friends or worming your way into the popular group because you were bored. Or because you had a taste for the bitter enjoyment of watching the pathetic become even more pathetic and sacrificial just to get a laugh out of it later—and the free booze and weed helped.
The attention was nice too, you suppose.
What else were you supposed to do when your parents had dragged you to this shitty town? The smell of cow shit and denim from the Gap making you nauseous anytime you really let it sink in—your surroundings, that this was going to be your reality for a year until you graduated and got the hell out of here, away from your parents, away from everyone.
Maybe then you’d have peace of mind.
Until then you toyed with sacrificial, the students of Hawkins High, pretending to care about sports, about whatever Chrissy would confide in you with. Feeding off of their miserableness and pathetic sufferings like a newborn baby sucking from a freshly made bottle.
They wouldn't know suffering if it hit them with a bus and incapacited them—if only you were that lucky.
The tightening of the arm around your shoulder has your daydreams of the group getting trampled to death falling to the back of your brain, your focus coming back to reality. To Chrissy smiling and raising her brows at the hand at the side of your tit that seems to get closer and closer with each movement of its owner's body. Her eyes are flashing excitement and happiness for you, for the gossip she will want to talk about later over it.
When all it's doing is making you dig your nails into the meat of your exposed thighs because you want to grab your fork and stab his eyes out—all of their eyes out.
But you put on a fake smile, a fake expression of excitement and nervous interest. Like your insides were going crazy right now, like this was a big step in the four month relationship you only started because Andy was the least annoying choice out of the group. And when you scowled at him he cowered and let you have your way—out of fear? Maybe. Or maybe he thought the more he did whatever you wanted you’d actually let him into your pants.
Which was highly doubtful.
The one night you had actually thought to let him get past touching your boob over your blouse he had went and ruined it by trying to slip his tongue in your mouth—he was already a shit kisser and each time his lips pressed to yours you had to imagine someone else to stop yourself from throwing up.
Even when his palm was massaging your chest all you felt was annoyance, and the urge to grab one of his fingers and bend it back far enough to watch him drop to his knees and wither in pain. That idea got you wetter than he ever could.
When it came to compatible sexual partners for you in this town it seemed only one reigned high. The others hadn’t gotten past the fingering phase because god forbid they knew how to treat your pussy like something other than a dj booth.
You felt bad for Chrissy, having tried Jason out a couple of times yourself—that look of artificial love he was aiming at her the the same look he had shot you with when you had been bored one night and wanted to see what your ‘best friend’ actually saw in him; the two of you in a lip lock at the basketball teams little hideout. You in his lap letting your cheer skirt be pushed up around the top of your thong as Jason squeezed your ass in a way that can only be considered a touch you’d use against fragility, as if you were a baby bunny who he cupped in his hands and wanted to take care of—it was sickening. Your hips gyrated against his crouch and it made you frown at the lack of package that had been there. Your frown only deepened when you had let him slip his fingers past your panties only to have him make a fool out of himself.
Poor Chrissy you had thought. No wonder she was the way she was, lack of orgasms would do that to you you were sure.
When you had pulled away from Jason, claimed you had to get home, his grip had tightened around your hips. The begs that had come from his mouth were almost pathetic enough to make you stay, the only thing that could remotely be fun to you. The harder he gripped the more interested you became. But blondes weren’t really your type, no matter how intriguing their pathetic-ness was.
Your threats of telling Chrissy how imperfect her little boyfriend was, the fear on his face, bringing a smile to your face, had made him let go of you.
But clearly was still affecting him each time his eyes would connect with yours, his face falling, gaze quickly diverting. The leap of enjoyment you got out of it thrilling to your insides.
Jason and Andy are cackling about whatever is going to happen at the game tonight. You doing your best to disassociate from them, Chrissy trying to get your attention, to the entire group chatting away around you—your leg bouncing under the table, your nerves on edge to lash out to get them to all hut up, or to escape the cafeteria and hide out elsewhere with a cigarette between your fingers, or something stronger.
Your scowl is deep set, eyes skating across the room as you try to hone in on something, do that thing your parent-appointed-therapist had told you to do to stop your restlessness; the shiny perfect word they used instead of labeling it as the random acts of violence you tended to find yourself being the culprit of.
And then you hear his voice. The booming octave of it, the way it makes your scowl ease, stomach tighten.
Your eyes quickly finding him from across the room. Smirking when you see him on top of his lunch table putting on a show for the whole cafeteria. The grumbles and disses he’s dishing out unwarranted to each table, voice booming throughout the room like a blow horn. Your bouncing leg comes to a halt when his eyes land on yours as he belittles the group of jocks at the table.
“You want something freak?” Jason is saying as he stands up from the table. As he puffs his chest out like he’s doing a big stroke of business, like he could remotely do anything with those hands besides throw balls in a net, and miss the clit.
Your top teeth chew on your bottom lip as you try to hide the joy that comes from the act of Eddie showing off in retaliation—the tongue that hangs from his mouth, the tongue that you’ve felt inside of your mouth, along your chest, in between your legs.
Before Munson turns and heads back down the table he sends you a wink, a smirk across his lips that has your thighs clenching. You let your eyes linger on him though, as he jumps from the table, as he continues his little show for his friends.
Your gaze only pulling from his eyes when you feel a kick come from under the table to your shin. Your scowl back and shooting at Chrissy, “what?”
“You should watch the way you’re looking at him.”
The look you give her is deadly, laced with irritation and the itching need to reach out and pull her hair. “Again, I say what?”
“He’s a freak,” she says under her breath, like he might actually hear here from miles away. “You were death glaring at him.” She frowns, “you don’t know what could come from that.”
You want to tell her that you’d love to see what came from it, encourage it. Want to laugh in her face because she has no clue how much of a freak Eddie Munson really is.
“That’d be a big mistake.” Andy states, tightens his hold on you. “Messin’ with my girl.” You swear you can smell the blood from how deep you’re pressing your nails into your thigh as he presses his lips to your cheek, like he’s some knight and shining armor saving you from some grueling monster. Like he wouldn’t shit his pants if he even came close to any sort of danger.
You have to swallow down the venom that wants to come out, the grimace that you have to cover up with a giggle, as you subtly pull away from him, as if you were shy, blushing.
The only thing that settles your insides from the lash out, the mean degrading comment you want to shoot his way, is the thought of how it might actually be entertaining to watch him to try to go up against Eddie. At how he would utterly fail and get pummeled to the ground. How he might actually look attractive to you covered in his own blood. All at the hands of Eddie The Freak, the only interesting person in this entire town—the only one who understands you more than surface level, the reward at the end of the day when youre done acting and can let your true self show; the darkness, the vileness that he laps out of you with his tongue, swallows down, fucks in and out of you like a demon of desire and sin that wants to see every dark and dirty part of your mind, body, and soul and praise you for it.
When you let your eyes move back over to his table he’s already looking at you. That dead stare that looks like a mean scowl, a potential mean and scary undertone of something that would have others running away from him or calling him names for. But only makes your insides heat up, burn, want.
It has your breath shuttering. It not going unnoticed by Andy.
“You okay, babe?” He asks concerned.
“I’m full.” You stand up from the table, making his arm fall from your shoulders and thud against the chair. The hiss of pain he lets out making your lips twitch in joy. “I’m going to get some air.”
“Want me to come with?” Chrissy asks sweetly.
“If I wanted your company I would have asked.” Your tone is the bare minimum of cruelty you want it to be, but it still has her cowering and leaning back in her chair with a frown. “Stay.” You shoot at Andy as you see him starting to get up, your skirt swooshing in the air as you twirl around to head towards the doors.
Hearing the “way to go Chrissy, you’ve pissed her off” from Andy as you push through the doors of the cafeteria.
Your stomping down the hall—kids dodging you like bullets when they see you coming—doesn’t stop until you get to the bathrooms and have locked yourself away in a stall. Eyes closing, breath heavy, the back of your skull against the tiled wall.
Your fingers moving quick and without hesitation until they are past the waistband of your skirt and underwear, and have made contact with your throbbing clit. Channeling all of the rage and want coiling in your stomach through images of Eddie spreading you across the cafeteria table and fucking you in front of all of your so called friends, showing Andy and Jason how to actually touch a pussy—living up to his freak title as he whispers the dirty and filthy things into your ear that always make you sob into his shoulder, but would make them blush and reach for a crucifix.
“If only they knew how much of a freak you really are,” Eddie’s words rattle throughout your brain as you bite your lip so hard you draw blood.
“What happened?”
“You miss-stepped!”
“It’s not my fault!”
“Oh my god, there’s blood all over!”
“Get her back to the locker room!”
“I’ll do it!” You finally pipe up, move the hand that’s firmly pressed to your chest as you push past the other girls to grab Claire by the elbow with a gentle touch. “My mothers a nurse, I know how to handle this kind of thing.” You give the coach soft reassuring eyes, tell the red head to bend her head back. Give her more soothing touches to really sell your ploy.
“Okay, go! Make sure you call her parents. The two of you can sit out and wait for them for the rest of the game.” There’s still huffs of exasperated nervous air throughout the crowd, still shocked and weary glances being shot around.
You nod quickly and pull the girl close to your side as you push through the small crowd to lead her through the gym doors and into the locker room. Making sure everyone sees the concerned touches and look in your eyes as soft encouraging words coo out of you.
You could have waited until the end of the game, there was only twenty minutes on the clock. Could have let it run out and then finally make your escape. Free yourself from the song and dance and run out of the doors and into the dark abyss—Eddie’s van that would be waiting for you outside like it always was, even though you never asked, hinted, said you’d meet up with him, he’s always there waiting for you.
But the longer your lips up turned into a fake smile, the longer you had to act cheerful and prance around the gym with your cheer sisters. Act like you cared about the bouncing of a ball that only gave you headaches and the shouts of the people around you that made you wish a bomb would go off and end your misery; the longer your intrusive thoughts made your stomach sour, you needed to get out of there.
The sooner the better.
And maybe Claire didn’t deserve it. She never did anything wrong to you. She was less annoying than most of the them. And in her defense you were aiming for Sasha, but Claire stepped in the way of your swiping ankle and down she went head first—or nose first if the loud crunch sounding louder than the shocked squeals of the crowd, and the blood coming from her nostrils in the gallons staining the front of her uniform were anything to go by—a beautiful crimson red that actually made the ugly green look better on her.
You had to hide yourself in the crowd that had formed around her, had to cover your mouth to hide the smile. It taking all of your energy just to act like you gave a shit about her howling and crying.
You weren't lying when you said your mother was a nurse. And you had picked up a few things from her, when you were the way you were—fucked in the head—you were bound to learn a thing or two. Your mother had stopped a lot of bleeding from yourself, thanks to you, because of you. Accidents that happened to friends, or cousins that got on your last nerve.
Hence the whole parent-appointed-therapist.
But now that you were pulled away from the noise of the gym and the watchful eyes were gone, you couldn’t bring yourself to actually let the fake sympathy stay.
“It’s really not that bad, shut up.” You throw a wadded up ball of toilet tissue at her. “Just keep your head back and press the bridge of your nose.” She gives you a weak look, tears still streaming, hands covering her nose. Sighing heavily you swat her hands away, can’t help the smile that tugs at one corner of your mouth as you see how the lower half of her face is covered in blood, her nose now bent to a slant.
“Is it broke?” She cries, blood slipping into her mouth making her cough.
“Like an egg,” you smile. Want to trace the pad of your finger down the cracked bridge of it. Her poor pretty face. “Your dad has good insurance right?” She whimpers when you press the tissue to her nose a little harder than you need to. “You’ve always needed a nose job anyway, at least now you’ll finally get it.”
You pat her cheek softly, turn on your heel and start to head towards the locker doors that lead back out to the hall.
“Where are you going?” She’s crying, words muffled by the tissue and blood around her mouth.
“To call your parents of course.” You turn back to look at her, one hand on the door handle. “Wait here. Keep your head elevated or you’ll bleed to death.” You lie—you weren’t that lucky—giving her a big grin before you’re prancing out of the door, down the hall and out the front doors of the school.
Any sort of concern, which was nonexistent, about the injured girl long gone as your eyes squint through the dark parking lot of the school looking for him.
“Shouldn’t you be off ra-raing?” Eddie asks as you stride up to his van. Arms behind your back, innocent look on your face as you watch him lean against the hunk of junk that gets him around, knee bent as his boot rests against the rested edge, cigarette between his lips.
“Don’t you have some cult to be leading?” You throw back at him, pull the cigarette from his mouth to press in between your own glossed one, taking a long puff. A heavy sigh echoing throughout your chest on the exhale—thank god for the sweet burn of nicotine.
“Cult meetings rarely run late.” He smiles, his tongue running across his bottom lip as he watches you smoke his cigarette. Eyes moving down your cheer uniform, to your legs and back up. “Won’t your fellow circus monkeys miss you? However will they be able to cheer on the stars of our generation without you?”
Your shoulders shrug as you tap the ashes onto the pavement, look over at him through the smoke.
“This monkey got sick of them,” your arms cross as you lean beside him against the van. “She escaped.”
“Ah, who’s the victim this time?”
“Who says there was a victim? Maybe she told them just how sacrificial and sick they make her.”
“Finally gave them the middle finger?”
“Maybe.”
Eddie turns so his shoulder is leaning against the van instead of his back, index finger placing itself under your chin. Pushing your head towards his, your gazes meeting as his thumb runs along your cheek. When he pulls his fingers back there’s a tiny spot of blood on the pad of his thumb.
“We both know you’re more bite than you are bark.” There’s no disgust on his face, laced in his words, no concern, judgment or any recoiling from you. It makes your stomach flutter. The corner of his mouth twitching with the show of amusement, “who did you bite today?”
“Claire Wilks.” You speak easily, take one last puff of the cigarette before you’re throwing it to the ground and snuffing it out with the toe of your white sneakers.
“Did she deserve it?” His voice is low and he’s leaning just a little closer to you as he presses his tongue to his thumb to wet it, bringing it back down on your cheek to rub where you can only assume is more dried blood.
“They always do.”
He chuckles under his breath, “you can’t bite everyone who annoys you. The whole town would be laying in a pool of their own blood if that was the case. Claire doesn’t seem as bad as the rest of them.”
You smile, “she’s bad enough. Plus, I..” you swallow, feeling that nervousness that only comes from being around Eddie. Someone who sees you, knows you, takes you for what you are—who you are because he’s just like you in his own dark way. “I missed you.”
He doesn’t respond, just smirks and continues to clean your face from your discretions. You don’t think he’s going to say anything, feel yourself growing agitated and antsy from the thought. From your wanted attention from him—from spending the better half of your day fantasizing about him, from splitting the bridge of Claire’s nose just so you could see him sooner.
But then his fingers are skating from your cheek down to the top of your throat, his palm searing the column of your neck, rings digging into your skin as he has the lightest grip on you. Pulling you hard enough to have your head jerking, pain throbbing against his hand. Air whooshing from your lungs as your chests collide.
“You sure? You looked reaaal cozy next to your little boyfriend at lunch,” his mouth is inches from yours. Hot air puffing against your lips as he speaks.
You do your best to shake your head, eyes doe-like as you look up at him. “Not—my boyfriend,” you whine weakly.
Eddie hums, “does he know that? Do they all know that? ‘Cause it sure doesn’t look that way, can’t blame me for thinking that you’re his girl,” his smirk is sinister, “and not mine. Like you claim to be.”
“Eddie, no.” You choke on a whine. Sounding just as pathetic as Claire did sobbing into her hands.
“Sound so pretty when you plead.” When he presses his lips to yours it’s rough—his other hand at the back of your skull to hold you to his mouth, putting more pressure into the kiss as his teeth nicking your bottom lip—you whimper against him. “Missed you too.”
A shared smile corrupted by your mouths and tongues.
You can’t pinpoint the exact moment it happened, when you and Eddie became a thing.
Maybe it was after the countless times you had given him dirty looks, had quick quips and snotty remarks hanging from the tip of your tongue and aimed at him in shared classes, passes in the hall, when you’d see him out in public.
The dishes of belittlement and cruel words matched between the two of you as he met you toe to toe with insults.
Until one day your mouth had gotten you in trouble, your only retaliation for the crown slipping from your head—from someone at a party actually seeing your true colors—was to grab a handful of some freshman’s hair. Her words hitting the underbelly of the rage inside of you. She had done the opposite of fucked off when you told her just how pathetically irritating she was, your words making tears stream down her face and all you wanted was for her to shut up.
You had blinked and then her face was in the dirt, you screaming above her, cruel words and threats releasing from your lungs. Your throat burning from the strain.
“Do you know your place now?”
Her head had shook, chest trembling as she cried around the dirt and grass. When you had finally let her go she had choked and spit out a clump of grass, cowering from you in fear. Sprinting around the corner of the house as quick as she could.
When you turned you didn’t expect to see Eddie Munson leaning against the siding of the house. He never came to parties, unless it was to sell a dime bag. His little lunchbox that was infamously known to house his drugs, nowhere in sight.
There was a smirk on his lips, “and here I thought you were all bark. No bite.” Your scowl made him hold up his hands in defense, “I’m sure she deserved it.”
“And if she didn’t?”
He shrugged, pulled out the pack of cigarettes from his back pocket. Put one between his lips before lighting it, taking a puff and blowing it out. “Don’t they always deserve it? One way or another we all deserve a little reality check. A little cruelty. It humbles us.” He smiled, had stared at you for a beat, letting his eyes dance over the skimpy outfit you had been adorning.
It was weird to not have the fuming insults exchanged between the two of you, had made the air more stuffy and filled with tension. Had turned nothing into something. Paved the path of what the two of you were now.
“Does your little jock-pack know?”
“Know what?”
“How fucked up you are.”
The amusement on his face did the opposite of what you expected to feel when it came to the boy you chalked up as being just as irritating as everyone else in this town—something you should have known to be false the minute he didn’t hold back in the cruelty of his quips, when everyone around you would cower or kiss your ass when you would snip at them.
And if you really thought back to those moments, to the way he would off handedly say them to you, be completely unaffected by your bitchy words and remarks; the second he would bark back you’d feel a heat burning in you, a heat you chalked up to rage and added irritation but now know meant something completely different.
Something more fucked up and cynical that you probably should have walked away from that first night, should have threatened him and left. But instead you ended up with your skirt pushed up, his cock fucking into you roughly, fingers pushed in your mouth as he threatened you to shut up or he’d stop.
Something that didn’t stop happening. That kept happening. That you reached out for. That you craved and begged and pleaded for once you knew that Eddie was just like you.
A freak.
More than just the surface level of outcast.
Fucked up.
Had a void of darkness at the base of his skull like you, except he never let his show. Never let anger or annoyance cause random acts of violence. No he had control over himself.
Unlike you.
“Do mommy and daddy know how fucked up their perfect little girl is?”
“Mhm,” you had moaned around his cock one night, as you looked up at him through blurred eyes on your knees.
He smirked, “and they let you out of the house?” He teased, had grabbed the back of your neck in a tight grip. Pain shooting down your spine as he pulled you up to meet his mouth, “they have no idea what you’re capable of do they? No one does. But I do.” His rings dig into your chin as he grips it, holding you in place right below his mouth. “I see right through you, always have.”
“Do you like what you see?”
“Oh, I love it, sweetheart.”
-The way your back is arched, the way he’s leaning over you, has Eddie’s cock pistoning deep inside of you to the point of him having to cover your mouth to quiet your moans.
You can hear people walking around the parking lot outside, the two of you really should have drove off before you had found yourself in this position; before Eddie had all but shoved you into the back of his van, fucked you open with his fingers before bending you over and pressing you to the dirty floor of his van. The sounds of him spitting on his cock before he pushed into you roughly, the slapping of skin as he gripped, pulled, and dug his nails into your hips as he fucked you hard—all someone had to do was put their ear close to the walls of the van and you know they’d hear how wet you were, how fast and hard his hips were snapping against your ass, how even with his hand over you mouth you still sounded like a sobbing mess.
Eddie had been the only one you’ve been with who knew how to fuck you right. Who knew all the things you needed to hear to get off, the praising, the degradation, the filthy words that always haunted you hours, days, weeks after from how hard they had made you come—how much they made you throb.
While others were humbled with words and cruelty, you found humbling in letting your intrusive thoughts—anger and darkness—aim themselves onto those below you, those you found irritatingly unworthy of their own breath; Eddie using you as an outlet to take out those shared feelings. That darkness, that anger, those bad thoughts.
Where you bit Eddie barked.
Where you took out your cruelty on others, he took it out on your cunt.
It had been something unspoken between the two of you that started that night at the party. A bond that had the potential to be deadly, to maim, to feed each other’s darkness and turn them into grueling monsters that craved more feedings, more cruelty, more of the cynical love that blindsided you.
That made you more willing to bite the hand of those who only ever showed you kindness, but him meanness. To want to make them bleed for hurting him. To want to make them suffer for thinking they were above him when they were at the bottom of his shoe, pathetic, insufferable.
You know he’d never encourage you to do such things. Nor would he hold back from rewarding you for your restraint, or lack thereof when you made someone bleed or tore them down with your words.
“Did I take it too far?” You had asked him one night when you showed up at his doorstep, blood under your fingernails.
He had pulled you into his lap, palm cupping your cheek. “Are they still alive?” You nodded. “Mm, you should be rewarded for your restraint then.” His smile pressed into your lips as he pulled your mouth down on his.
And maybe the death glares he sent Andy every time he caught his arm around you, or when your little act seemed a little too real, like you weren’t just coming on his cock the night before, or devoting yourself to him—brought a sick happiness to your heart, that show of jealousy in his eyes, that rage that hid underneath, you wanted it to slip out, just once, for you, for Eddie to take revenge on the assholes of this town.
But maybe that’s what you were in his life to do.
Maybe everything did happen for a reason. You were put in this shit town to wreck havoc on the do-gooders, the true evil ones who didn’t appreciate him. Who didn’t see Eddie the way you did.
You were here to act out where Eddie couldn’t. Were here to be fucked, loved, and used by him—in the same breath you would kill for him.
“You love this don’t you? Love having me use you, like my personal little whore to use whenever I need it. To take my frustrations out on. No matter how much it hurts from how hard I fuck you, how deep I get. How many tears run down your cheeks, you love it don’t you? Love being my girl.” He had grunted in your ear one night after sneaking through your bedroom window.
And you did. You loved being his girl. Loved feeling like somebody saw you, wanted you, had you, got you. Having been in the darkness alone for so long, you finally had Eddie and you weren’t going to let him go for anything. Over anyone.
You’d put on your little sacrificial show to keep up your rouse. To stick to the status quo of fooling everyone, if it meant getting closer to them to hurt them where they’d hurt the only person who mattered to you.
And nothing beat the way Eddie made your body feel when he was fucking you. Your insides like molten lava, goo in his hands that he could mold and play with however he liked. You’d protect that feeling, these filthy moments together, always.
The weight of him at your back right now as your breaths heavy and heaving from your nose, making your sobs sound even more shaky. Your nails digging into the dirt stained rug that laid flimsy and almost useless in the back of his van. Your knuckles aching from your grip on the fibers. Knees burned raw from the hard movement of being fucked.
“Shh, you don’t want them to hear do you?” Eddie whispers in your ear, his grunts low and like gravel against your soaked core. “You wouldn’t want anyone to know you let the town freak fuck you in the back of his van. Wouldn’t want anyone to see through your little good girl façade. They’d think you were a slut, are you a slut?”
You can hear some girls' girlish laughter next to the van, can hear the thumps of sneakers and sandals against the pavement as everyone leaves the gymnasium and heads to their cars.
The thought of everyone catching the two of you, of finally figuring you out, to publicly announce your love for Eddie in the way of him fucking you like a rag doll, making your legs tremble as you begin to come.
“So fucking dirty,” Eddie grunts as your cunt clenches around him. “I love it.”
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Too many missions
Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader
A/N Firstly, this fic idea is from a request from @nicoline1998enilocin to reverse the roles of my fic office sex e.g. reader visits Bucky at work. Secondly, comments, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated and all mistakes are my own so feel free to comment below if you notice any. Also, this fic is gonna have a second part which is just aftercare.
18+ MINORS DNI, FUCK OFF YOU'RE NOT OLD ENOUGH (I WARNED YOU)
Summary Bucky is supposed to be doing his mission reports but ends up doing you instead (lmao that's so fucking cheesy)
DO NOT REPOST ON ANY OTHER APPS/SITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.
Warnings Fluff , blowjob, unprotected sex (use protection you are not fictional)
Bucky was missing you to say the least. He had been jumping from mission to mission for the past month and hadn’t been able to properly spend time with you. However, he only had to wait one more hour and then he could give you all the attention you could ever need.
He was filling in the last of the paperwork regarding his latest mission when he heard a knock on his office door.
“Come in,” he shouted, not lifting his head and continuing to write more notes on the paper. Bucky still hadn’t grasped typing on a computer and still preferred to hand-write things.
You opened the door and slid in trying not to distract Bucky while he was working.
“Hey baby, I just wanted to ask you if you’re ok.” you sat down on the couch that Bucky had in his office.
Bucky turned his head quickly as soon as he heard your voice. His scowl turned into a smile at the sight of you.
“Hey doll, I missed you.” he said while finishing a sentence before turning on his chair to face you.
You lifted the bag that was in your hand, “I brought some food for you since you’ve been working really hard lately.”
“You’re amazing, doll,” he said, taking the bag out of your hand. “I’m sorry for not being home much S.H.I.E.L.D really needed me recently.” He added with a sad look on his face.
“It's ok baby, I know it’s not your fault. Anyways you tell me not to worry when the same thing happens to me so you shouldn’t be worrying either.”
“I know doll, but I just feel bad for neglecting you for so long and I've missed you so much lately.” He took out the food you made him and dug in like a man starved.
“It’s ok baby. Really. I know that you’re not intentionally going on missions. Also, I kindly spoke to Fury and he said he’s willing to give us both the next 2 months off.”
“You know doll, I think you’re the only person I know that can intimidate THE Nick fury.” Bucky says smiling.
Bucky finished his food and you took the rubbish off him and threw it in the bin for him. Then, you got up from your seat and walked over to Bucky who was grinning like an idiot.
“Come here doll, I need to hug you,” he said while holding his arms out to you.
You sat on his lap, facing him. Bucky wrapped one arm around your waist and placed the other at the back of your head, pressing you further into the crook of his neck. You took a deep breath and could smell the familiar scent of Bucky’s cologne. You wrapped your arms tightly around his waist and he hummed in content.
After a few minutes, you started to get restless. You were getting aroused from being so close to Bucky especially since you hadn’t had sex with him in what felt like years. And masterbating wasn’t an option since Bucky’s skills had made you unable to cum unless it was him.
You squirmed around a bit before stopping when you felt Bucky’s hardness beneath you. You looked up to see Bucky’s eyes almost black with lust. He let out a loud groan when you made eye contact with him.
“Doll, I-I-I need to finish the mission report and t-then we can do anything you want.”
“But daddy. I want you nowww,” you whined.
“Stop whining like a whore,” Bucky said “I’ll fuck you after I finish the mission reports.” He pushed you off his lap and started to unbuckle his belt and open his jeans. “While i'm doing that, you can put that dirty fuckin’ mouth to use.” he pulled his cock out and started to lazily rub it up and down.
You dropped to your knees and crawled under the desk. Bucky rolled his chair under the desk, right in front of you.
“All right doll, you know what to do.”
You shuffled closer and replaced Bucky’s hand with yours. You leaned closer and licked a stripe up the underside of his dick, repeating the action again before taking the rounded head into your mouth. This made Bucky let out a loud moan which made you suck harder. Then, you took his member deeper into your mouth until it hit the back of your throat which made you gag.
“That’s it baby. Such a good girl,” Bucky groaned, stroking your head softly.
Then, you hear a knock at the door. Bucky looks down at you with a grin on his face and then tells whoever it is to come in. He allows you to take one last deep breath before pushing you down.
Steve walked into the room and was oblivious to you with a mouthful of his best friend's cock.
“Hey Buck, how much longer are you going to be because you need to hand in your mission reports today and it's already 10pm.”
“I’ve got a f-few more notes to add and then I’m done, punk.” Bucky replied, clenching his fist.
“Jerk,” Steve responded, as he exited the room.
Bucky let out a groan as you took him all the way down now that you didn’t have an audience.
“Doll, I need to be inside you right now,” Bucky said.
He grabbed your hair and pulled you off him before moving back on his chair so that he could pick you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist. He placed you on his desk and started to take his clothes off as you did the same.
When you were both naked, Bucky leaned forward to meet your lips in a kiss. It was all teeth and tongue since you haven't been able to be intimate with each other for way too long. You brought a hand up to Bucky’s face and cupped his cheek, a strangely sweet gesture for such a filthy kiss.
“Daddy, please. I need you inside me. Please,” you begged.
“One second doll,”
Bucky grabbed your hips and pulled you to the edge of the desk. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down your folds.
“Please daddy! Fuck me!” you whined.
Bucky just smirked before leaning forwards and pushing his dick inside you with one smooth thrust. He didn’t give you a chance to adjust before violently thrusting into you. All sense of self control had instantly dissipated the second he entered you.
“Doll, you feel so good. So fuckin’ good” Bucky groaned.
He put both your legs on his shoulders and leaned forwards. From this position he could reach the deepest parts of you. He reached his hand down and started to rub your swollen clit.
“Gonna cum, m’ gonna cum,” you shouted, your legs starting to shake.
“Cum for me doll, come on. Show daddy how good his fat cock is making you feel.” Bucky said.
Your legs had started to shake and Bucky’s thrusts were starting to become sloppy. Your vision had started to blur and you could feel your orgasm crash into you. You let out a pornographic moan and was trying to writhe away from Bucky’s hand which continued to rub your clit and extend your high.
“Gonna cum in you baby, gonna pump you full of my cum,” Bucky let out a loud moan before stilling and filling you with his seed.
Bucky leaned back to let your legs fall from his shoulders. He leaned forwards and rested his forehead against your breasts as you ran your fingers through his hair. A few minutes passed and then Bucky pulled away. You whined at the loss of contact. Bucky grabbed the hoodie he was wearing and helped you put it on…..
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