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miguel-ohara-eater · 7 months

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Dads best friend 💫

(I stopped doing the red: Miguel thing bc it takes a long time)

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(summary: your dads best friend came to the small celebration of you coming back home from college, and since your father got drunk he stayed home to help with him after he thought you went to bed, and found you in your room.)

CW: sex toys, edging, spit kink, size difference, age gap (23 and 47), dirty talk, choking, cum licking.

(this one doesn't have sex, but I'm gonna make a series like this after KinkTober)

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"Welcome home sweetheart!" your dad called from the kitchen as you walked in with your suitcase in your hands.

"hey." you said, then walked into the kitchen. across the counter was Miguel, wearing a tight black shirt and a pair of gray jeans, holding a glass of whiskey.

"hey." he said and you looked at your dad. "what's he doing here?" you asked and your father raised an eyebrow.

"well that's no way to greet your dad's best friend." he said jokingly, and your father nodded.

"what's gotten into you? be polite." he said sternly and you sighed.

last time you'd seen Miguel, he found your diary while him and your father were packing your things to go back to college for another semester.

he'd read it, curious of course. and he found out you liked him, and for a long time at that. you went into descriptions of things you wanted him to do to you, and things you wanted to do to him. how you think he'd feel, estimates of how big his dick was, etc,. he was flattered to say the least, and confronted you about it, but you got embarrassed and had yelled at him.

"Hi Miguel." you mumbled, then walked down the hall to unpack your things.

after you'd finished, you came back out and your father and Miguel were sitting at the table, drinking and laughing. (your father more than Miguel.)

your father looked at you, clearly already buzzed and he smiled.

"well don't be shy! come over here and celebrate!" he gestured you to come over, and you sighed and sat at the table.

Miguel and your father were sitting across from each other, so you had to sit in the middle.

your father poured you a glass of whiskey, and you took it but didn't drink it.

"so how was this semester?" Miguel asked and you side eyed him.

"fine." you said plainly, and your dad was too drunk to notice your attitude so he didn't say anything about it this time.

Miguel just simply nodded, and you tried your best not to look at him. but his pecs poking out of his shirt were basically calling to you.

your father started blabbing about his new job as you sipped on your whiskey.

Miguel was nodding and occasionally asking a question, just to make him feel like he was listening, but again he was too drunk to notice.

your shorts were stuck to your thigh, so you adjusted yourself and pulled them off. your knee bumped Miguels, and you didn't notice but he had to turn away for a second.

he had a painful boner already growing in his boxers just from looking at you.

after about an hour or so, your father was WASTED. head slumping every so often, and his ranting turned into incoherent mumbling.

you sighed and looked at your dad, tapping his shoulder.

"Dad it's late. we should go to bed." he waved you off, and Miguel stood up.

you caught a glance of his boner, your eyes widening before he turned and helped your dad up.

"c'mon. we're gonna go upstairs." he said and then walked your dad down the hall.

after seeing his boner, you couldn't get the thought out of your head, feeling wet slick form in between your legs and you quickly stood up, walking to your room.

"I'm going to bed!" you called out, shutting your bedroom door and jumping in bed.

you lay on your back, slipping your hand into your pants and your fingers run over your clothed and soaked clit.

you moan softly, thinking about masturbating while you remember the sight but you don't wanna risk being heard so you pull out your phone instead.

Miguel in the other room was laying down your father, debating on going into the bathroom and jerking off to the thought of you, but he decided to check on you first.

he left your fathers room, walking down the hall and knocking on your door.

you looked up from your phone, seeing his head poke through the door.

"hey." he said and you looked back down at your phone.

"...hi." you mumble

he looks at you, then steps fully inside, shutting the door and he stands in front of it.

you side eye him, noticing that he's as tall as the doorway and you imagine what'd it be like if he broke your back.

you shake the thought away, then put your phone down.

"what do you want?" he blinks a couple times, his hands folded in front of his crotch so you don't notice his boner again.

"I was just checking on you." he says and smiles a little.

you sit up, crossing your arms.

"I have a headache. no thanks." you say and he looks around

"does your dad have any Tylenol around? I could bring you some." he offers and you didn't really have a headache, but you had to play the part anyways.

"I have some in my drawer." you point to your dresser, but you made the mistake of not specifying which one.

he opens the second drawer "this one?"

your eyes widen "no! that's not-"

he looks down in the drawer, seeing a pretty pink vibrating wand, and a printed out work picture of him next to it.

you sit there silently, watching him as he crouches down and picks up the wand and the picture.

"I-"

"I could've just given you a better picture y'know." he says and looks back at you with a small smirk.

he holds up the wand "you use this?" he asks

you hesitate, not knowing if you should come up with an excuse or something.

so you turn away.

"I'll take it as a yes." he says, setting down the picture and bringing the wand up to his nose.

you hide underneath your blankets, hoping this is all a dream until he pulls it away from your face, his large calloused hand gently touching your jaw.

he was so much bigger than you, and he was hunched over just to see you.

he held up the wand, setting it on your stomach.

"I could do better." he leans down and whispers in your ear, gently kissing it.

shivers go down your spine. you want it, but you don't know how to ask.

your brain musters up a weak "please?"

he grins, his large hands sitting you up and he steps back.

he takes the wand, flipping the switch on.

his other hand runs against his belt, basically teasing it. he moves the wand in between your legs, rubbing it against your thigh.

"spread your legs." he says, and you immediately sit up a little more, leaning against the wall and you spread your legs like he asked.

he pressed the tip of the wand against where your clit would be, your panties and shorts barely softening the strong vibrations.

your hips squirm a bit, a squeak leaving your mouth and rubs it against your crotch, sending your head jerking back against the wall and your knuckles turning white from gripping the sheets.

"my pretty girl..." he cooed, his hand coming off of his belt and rubbing circles on your thigh.

you whimpered, his thumb flicking the '+' button on the wand, making the vibrations harder.

"so dirty. coming undone for a man twice your age hm?" he grinned, a small moan leaving your mouth and your hips twitched.

"I'm gonna make you scream my name later. just like you had in those diaries."

"k-keep going..." you whine, a knot twisting in your stomach as he kept rubbing the wand against your clothed crotch.

"close?" he asked, pressing down a little harder which make your hips buck.

you nodded quickly, feeling the knot loosen.

and then, he pulled the wand away from you, making your eyes tear up.

"not yet princess." he cooed, turning the wand off and revealing the slick that seeped through your pants.

he set the wand aside, pulling off his belt with one hand and tossing it onto the floor.

you looked up at him, watching him unbutton and unzip his pants. he let them fall to the floor, kicking them off.

you looked down at the bulge, visible veins on it popping through and stretching the fabric.

his cock was that big.

your jaw dropped, wide and your mouth pooled with saliva at the thought of that in your mouth.

he grinned "that's as far as you'll need your mouth open chica."

you looked up at him, sliding off of the bed and you got on your knees in front of him, your back on the side of your bed.

"eager huh?" he cooed and you nodded

"can I?" you looked up at him and he already imagined your face covered in his cum, mascara dripping down your cheeks.

he held your chin, his thumb rubbing against your bottom lip.

"open." he ordered, and you opened your mouth widely.

he leaned down, spitting into your mouth and he shut your jaw.

your eyes widened with shock, swallowing it. you were surprised it happened, but you liked it.

"lemme see?" you opened your mouth for him, sticking out your tongue.

he nodded and pressed his thumb against your tongue.

"good girl. now you be quiet okay? don't want your dad hearing us."

you nodded, and he pulled his thumb out of your mouth and you closed your mouth.

you looked down at his bulge right in front of your face. he was so hard you didn't know how he was resisting right now.

"can I?" you ask again, looking up at him and he nods.

"go ahead."

you slowly lean forward a bit, pulling the waistband down and his boxers to his knees.

the tip of his cock hits your nose, and you lean backwards, your hands on his thighs as you look at his size, wondering how it'll even fit in your mouth.

he grinned, his ego clearly boosted.

"well go on. don't just gawk at it."

you snap out of it, nodding and you wrapped your hand around the base, your thumb rubbing against him.

he lets out a low groan, reaching down and pushing your head closer.

you follow his lead, opening your mouth and making sure he won't touch your teeth.

you barely get him halfway before he hits the back of your throat, making you gag.

he grins and gently pushes your head on the bed behind you.

"just sit there and look pretty okay?" he says and you nod.

you keep your hand wrapped around him, your tongue flat against his cock.

he starts to move his hips, groaning a bit and everytime he hits the back of your throat he pulls back.

his thrusts become faster, his hands on both sides of your head as he uses your face as a Fleshlight.

tears stream down your face, your makeup getting messed up.

he reaches down, wrapping his hand around your throat and feeling his own cock throat-fuck you.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head, not able to breathe and he spat on your face.

"c'mon c'mon just a little longer princess okay?? I'm so close." he groans, throwing his head back and he lets go of your throat.

with a couple more thrusts, his warm seed fills your throat and he pulls out.

you lean over, coughing and accidentally spitting up his cum as you wipe your face off.

he looked down at you, his cock twitching.

"you okay bebe?" he asks, touching your hair.

you catch your breath, staying silent for a second and you look down at the cum you spit out.

"...aww." you mumble disappointed, and he gets an idea.

"lick it." he says and you look up at him.

"lick it?" you ask, and he nods.

"yes. lick it." he deadpans, and you look back down at the cum. you lean down, licking the salty seed off of the carpet.

"good job." he praises, stuffing his cock back into his pants.

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this is delicious.

I'm gonna make a series with dads bsf, so stay tuned!

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#spiderman 2099 #2099 #astv miguel #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x you #kinktober #dark garfield #dads best friend #age g4p

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tkaulitzlvr · 7 months

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i’ll be needing a part 2 of persistent pls🤭

PERSISTENT (2) - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: you realise that you have pushed your limits after your antics at the club earlier, tom not holding back on showing you this once you both arrive home.

content: smut

a/n: i have no idea why so many people wanted a part two to persistent, but its been asked for in both my inbox and comments so i decided to do it so u guys can leave me alone🙄🙄, but yea hope this lives up to ur expectations (they better be low bc this is terrible💯)

the house is silent, my heavy feet trudging up the stairs, a small smile on my face as i anticipate what tom has on his mind - though i know deep down that i shouldn’t be excited. he wouldn’t go easy on me, not after how i had acted. in fact, the way his jaw remained clenched, eyes dark and cold, hands gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles began to turn white, veins prominent through them, if i had any sense within me, i would be scared - knowing that whatever unspoken words he is holding back would not be gentle ones, his actions bound to be even less forgiving. though i am far too focused on the pleasure he will bring me to consider the fact that he probably doesn’t plan on showing me any remorse, not at all regretting my attitude, even though i probably should.

when tom would get like this, so utterly infuriated with me, he wouldn’t hold back, switching from the gentleness he usually showed me in bed, often leading to me uttering the safe word that he had put in place for instances like this. when he would often act on impulse, unable to judge when it became simply too much, his anger driving him to be a little too reckless, the short word acted as a safety net, tom knowing that he had to stop, no matter how much part of him wanted to keep going, this his way of teaching me a lesson. it never seemed to work though, the thought of him being rough only turning me on, leading me to act this way in order to get this side out of him.

however, the new presence of this word meant that no matter how much i begged him to stop, his pace wouldn’t falter until i uttered the four letter word - blue. it didn’t matter how many tears ran down my cheeks, knuckles clutching the sheets so hard that they turned white, mouth open in silent screams, muttering words of discomfort, he would only speed up his movements, knowing that unless i said the word, i enjoyed the pain in some twisted way, not wanting it to stop despite the way my voice would say otherwise.

the room is quiet as i enter it, bed neatly made, cushions laid out in a specific pattern, sheets tucked perfectly into the sides, not a single crease visible on the white silk. it is a shame - i know tom too well to recognise that it won’t look that way for much longer, the bed likely to become a complete mess before he has even entered me. somehow i don’t flinch when the sound of the front door roughly opening echoes throughout the peace, diminishing it instantly. the loud slam that follows instead sends a surge of excitement through me, a knowing smirk on my face, not ready to let tom win just yet.

so i act nonchalant, calmly walking over to my vanity, humming incoherently, my hands grabbing a makeup wipe from the side, making contact with my skin as i begin to wipe my makeup off, starting with my foundation. i had noticed his footsteps making their way up the stairs the second his foot had made contact with the carpet, yet i tuned the sound out, continuing my innocent humming, acting like tom isn’t minutes, maybe seconds, away from fucking me so hard my vocal chords wouldn’t have the strength to whisper anymore, let alone sing to myself.

my eyes close as the makeup wipe glides over the skin, leaving a baby pink residue on the material, my face now bare besides from the red tinge still present on my lips.

“the fuck are you doing?” his low voice sounds through the room, my eyes turning to the reflection of the mirror, met with his large frame stood in the frame of the door. he had been stern with me since finding me outside the club, clearly thinking that his threats would scare me, not expecting to find me doing the exact opposite of what he had instructed, his expression more angry than ever.

“taking off my make up. i’ve told you it’s bad for me to sleep with it on, i don’t want my skin to break out.” i ramble, shrugging nonchalantly as i begin to stand up. my face is neutral, yet inside, my nerves tinge with satisfaction at the sight of tom’s jaw clenching, a loud groan leaving his lips.

he says nothing, my back to him as i begin to reach for the zipper of my dress, though i don’t get far. his own hands roughly tug mine away from my back, placing them harshly by my side as he spins me around, pushing my body against his and smashing his lips onto mine. the kiss is nothing short of desperate, rough and sloppy, tongues fighting for dominance, this enough to distract me from his quick steps that walk me into the wall, my back colliding harshly with it.

“you just don’t know when to fucking stop, do you?” he grunts, tugging his large black jacket from his frame, discarding it somewhere on the floor. his hands firmly grab my face, pulling it towards his own and reconnecting our lips, his teeth biting mine harshly, marvelling at the small whine of discomfort that leaves my lips, eager to cause me small drabs of pain - not enough to hurt me, but just the right amount to make me lose my stubbornness.

“jump.” he mutters against my lips, his hands hooking underneath my thighs in anticipation for my movement, yet i shake my head, much to his disbelief, a small smile tugging on my lips.

he pulls away, eyes narrowing once he picks up on my amusement, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip.

“you think this is funny, hm? come on, laugh again, i dare you.” he begins, studying the way the smile on my face slowly fades, caving in as he towers over me, one arm resting against the wall behind me. he nods his head, signalling me to show the same sense of entertainment i gained from disobeying him, though he doesn’t receive it, my mouth closing, eyes looking upwards into his own innocently.

“that’s what i fucking thought. y’know, i think you’ve forgotten your place. you really need me to remind you? ‘cause you know i will schatz.” he threatens, a satisfied grin on his lips once he realises how submissive i have become. i stay silent, a small hum leaving his lips as his hands grab the flesh of my thighs, hoisting me upwards. my back is flush against the wall, hips directly against his as he holds me up, fingers digging into the skin, my dress riding upwards slowly.

“fucking pathetic.” he whispers, his lips ghosting over mine, immediately noticing the way my head moves forwards slowly, silently begging for him to kiss me once again. for a second, he puts me out of my misery, capturing my lips in a soft kiss, humming into it slightly, acknowledging the way i quickly kiss back, unapologetically desperate for him. though he pulls away once he has hooked me in to the point that my kisses become faster, tugging on my lips slightly as he moves backwards, smiling sadistically when i whine in frustration, taking one hand and smoothly caressing my cheek, taunting me more than he ever has before.

he stays teasingly close, torturing me at this point, dipping his head even closer momentarily, dragging his thumb across my lips, collecting my saliva. he adores my weakness, loving how he is already in control, continuing to tease me despite the fact that he has won - he had the second he came to find me at the bar. we both knew that, yet i kept up my guard for too long, it’s presence now so thin it is almost non-existent.

“i don’t know why you try to act like you’re in charge. you and i both know you’ll be screaming my name in five minutes. you don’t have to hide it, i can read you like a book. you know it, you’re just humiliating yourself.” he chuckles lowly at my silence, dipping his head downwards as his lips make contact with my neck, placing open mouthed kisses over the skin. i tilt it to the side, giving him easy access.

my eyes fluttering shut once his lips touch the sensitive spot below my ear, i know that he has me under his control. and when he tears me away from the wall, walking over to the bed with my thighs still hooked around his waist, i don’t try to fight it anymore. he is frustrated, much more than he was when we entered the car, me disobeying him just once was enough for him to lend me no sympathy, this communicated once my back makes contact with the bed, roughly colliding with the soft mattress.

he climbs on top of me, my legs spreading instinctively to allow him within them, and closer to the place where i needed him most. sure, he would’ve found his way between them regardless of if i had obliged or not, but i decide to make part of it easier for him. his hands pull them apart even further, my dress now bunched up at my hips, lace panties on show for him.

“where’s that fucking attitude of yours now, hm?” he questions, studying the way my chest heaves up and down, the wet patch on my panties inches away from his face as he bends downwards, placing a soft kiss over the material, my hips bucking upward at the unexpected act. he grabs the flesh, forcing them back downwards, his head emerging from between my legs.

“don’t think i’m going easy on you ‘cause you’ve stopped acting like such a brat.” he states, hands roughly tugging my panties down as he speaks. “we’re past that point now. you’re getting fucked until you can’t use that mouth of yours to act out anymore.”

his words aren’t a threat, no, they are nothing short of a promise. sure, he says a lot of things when he is angry, but right now, each syllable that pours from his beautiful lips is nothing but the truth. and, whilst i couldn’t hide from the slight fear that habituated within me, the aching between my thighs overpowered it, throbbing desperately, needy for some sort of stimulation.

my silence is music to his ears. even though my acts of rebellion fuel his desire to ruin me, he much prefers me at his mercy, begging for him, my entire body his possession, his name written all over it, marking me as his own.

once my panties are somewhere on the floor, he moves to my dress, motioning for me to sit up, his calloused fingers attaching themselves to the zipper, tugging it downwards with such force the soft material rips. i gasp in disappointment, a tinge of anger rising within my chest, prompting the misbehaved side of me to make another appearance.

“are you fucking kidding me? that dress cost-”

“fucking shut up. i’ll get you a new one.” he mutters, tugging the material off of my body, leaving me completely naked beneath him, tom still completely dressed.

normally, i love his style, his baggy jeans and layers of t-shirts suiting him perfectly in most circumstances. yet right now, when i want nothing more than to feel his body against my own, it proves to be more of an inconvenience. he tugs the oversized denim downwards and off of his frame, his t-shirt soon following once he manages to tear it off. his dick prints firmly through his boxers, the outline prominent through the material, the thickness of it making the heat in my thighs unbearable as i move to clench them together, desperate for some sort of friction.

he shakes his head, roughly prying them apart with one hand, the other raking his boxers downward, his dick hitting his lower abdomen, the tip red, his erection so prominent it looks almost painful.

“all fours.” he orders, stroking himself a few times, watching as i turn around, positioning myself as he asked. he groans breathily from behind me, pumping himself a few times before i feel his tip meet my entrance.

he is unforgiving, thrusting his hips forward in one fast motion, moving his dick completely inside of me, not giving me any time to adjust as he usually would. i cry out in pain, my walls stretched out to the point that it is uncomfortable, the feeling of his tip prodding deep inside of me, combined with his thickness continuing to stretch me out creating a sensation that causes tears to build in my eyes.

“fuck- it’s too much…hurts.” i manage to let out, voice shaky as the angle doesn’t at all help my case. in fact it worsens it, my back arched in the air, arms flat against the bed, shaking as they try to hold me up, close to letting out.

“take it.” he says, cursing underneath his breath as he begins a fast pace, almost pulling out completely, before slamming back into me. “you want to act like a brat, i’ll treat you like one. you wanted this, don’t back out now.”

he knows that he is being rough, he can tell from the way low whimpers leave my lips with each quick movement of his hips. words almost inaudible, small utterances of discomfort muffled into the sheets, soon fading into screams of pleasure, cries of pure ecstasy, proving just how much he was right. and though i cannot see his face, my own smushed into the pillows, through his small groans, i can sense the sadistic smirk on his lips as he continues to pound into me.

“look at you, so fucking needy.” he taunts, his hand slowly reaching to grab my hair as i silently thank myself for tying it in a ponytail earlier. though now it is wild, wispy hairs falling from the hair tie, the ends ruffled slightly. yet he is able to take it easily, using it to pull my body upwards, back flush against his chest. he doesn’t make any attempt to be gentle, a loud yelp sounding from my lips as he ensures our bodies are pressed together, his fingers continuing to run through my hair.

“try to talk back now, like you did earlier on. you can’t, can you?” he questions, already knowing the answer. my mouth is wide open in a silent scream, head resting back against his shoulder as breathing consistently even proves difficult, tuning out everything besides from the sharp movements of his dick in and out of me. even his words are muffled, not registering in my head, this providing him with even more satisfaction, any communication soon melting into loud gasps, unable to muster any sort of response.

“doesn’t matter how many times i tell you. you’ll never learn, will you?” he scolds, his own voice shaky, often cut off with small groans, faltering especially when my walls clench around him. “takes me fucking you like this for you to shut that mouth of yours. you and your damn attitude.”

each time i clench around him, drawing his dick deeper inside of me, i wonder how much more i can take. god, i swear i can feel him inside my stomach, so full it is hard to breathe, the air, thick with the smell of sex, not helping my state. he seems to become more relentless, running his hands down my back, only to forcefully push my head back into the sheets, my high pitched moans now muffled into the silk, back arching subconsciously, each stroke of his cock inside of me making me more weak, swearing that i will collapse if he continues, struggling to hold my lower half up despite tom’s harsh grip on it.

his hand finds it way to my stomach, snaking around my waist to press downwards harshly, my mouth falling open at the sensation, able to feel every inch of him inside me, unable to hold back the loud cries that pour from my lips.

“fuck- oh my god!” i whine, lifting my head upwards from the sheets momentarily, teeth sinking into my bottom lip. my entire body trembles, the knot in my stomach tightening with each harsh thrust, his hips snapping against me at an even faster pace, his momentum somehow increasing.

“you feel it, hm?” he groans, fingers digging into the flesh of my hips, nails leaving marks in place of the soft skin. “sometimes you don’t realise how lucky you are. that you’re the only girl- fuck! you’re the only girl who gets to feel me inside of you, yet you can’t help yourself, can you? always have to act out…shit!”

the soft curses that spill from his lips become more frequent, this along with the feeling of his dick twitching inside of me letting me know that he is close too.

“i can’t- gonna cum!” i moan, pushing myself backwards so that i am closer to him, forcing him that little bit deeper inside of me. i writhe my hips, squirming slightly as my release is within arms reach, silently praying that he will put me out of my misery and let me cum - knowing that i am stupid to think that he is going to be so lenient.

“fucking hold it. you’re not cumming yet, you don’t deserve to.” he states, thrusting a few more times before his dick twitches one final time, ropes of his hot cum shooting into me. his nails dig into my ass as he kneads it, his release continuing to wash over him, a chorus of loud grunts leaving his lips.

now he is moving so slowly, riding out his high, teasing me by doing so, the slow strokes of his cock inside of me more unforgiving than his fast movements before. his tip, milking out the last drops of cum, now hits my g-spot repeatedly, each deep thrust sending me literally insane as it becomes impossible to hold my release.

“please- i can’t…i need to cum, can’t hold it.” my begging is almost pitiful to him, a low chuckle leaving his lips as he keeps moving in and out of me, despite the fact that his climax has been and gone.

“you wanna cum, hm?” he teases, pushing me upwards by my stomach so that my back is pressed against him once again. this time, his lips make contact with my neck, nibbling at the skin, his tongue running over it soon after, the feeling only making it more difficult as i continue to beg.

“mhm…please tom, let me cum. i’m sorry, i’m so sorry.” i plead, my words coming out as a low whine, tears cascading helplessly down my cheeks. he hums against me, the bass within his voice sending a shiver throughout my body.

“hmmm, are you really sorry, baby?” he teases, knowing that i am willing to say anything to let go of the knot in my stomach, on the verge of screaming at the top of my lungs in pure rage.

“mhm, yeah…i’m so sorry…i’ll be good from now on…so good! please, let me cum- shit!” my voice is hoarse, throat sore from the loud moans that have escaped from the back of it, completely worn out, beyond desperate to feel my release.

“go on baby, cum for me, c’mon.” he says, kissing my shoulder slowly as i nod my head vigorously, letting go of the tight knot in my stomach.

my head falls backwards, eyes squeezing shut, swearing that i can see stars as my mouth falls open, a high-pitched moan escaping from it as i clench around him one last time, my release washing over me. i almost fall forwards at the feeling, so overwhelming that i lose the strength to hold myself upright. tom collapses with me, still thrusting in and out from above me, fucking his load deeper inside of me, his chest heaving up and down as he does so.

his movements slow down as i sigh in relief, completely spent. however he pulls out of me momentarily, only to flip me on my back in one swift movement, quickly bottoming out inside of me once again.

i cry out at the sensation, unable to handle the feeling of his sharp thrusts, overly sensitive from being teased for so long before.

“i can’t take it…it’s too much!” i whine, already a moaning mess, yet this time, the pain overtakes the pleasure, coursing within me no matter how much i attempt to drown it out, his rough strokes stretching me out so much that it soon becomes uncomfortable.

“yes, you can.” he states, holding my arms above my head, his hands keeping my wrists in place. he is adamant on ensuring that i learn my lesson, and, the discomfort that overtakes any other feeling silently confirms that i will never act out again, struggling to stay still as my entire body squirms.

“please…i can’t…”

“not stopping until you learn that you don’t get to act like a fucking brat and not get punished for it.” he says, circling his hips a little, moving in and out ever so slowly, reducing the speed of his thrusts, instead focusing on the small whines that he elicits from my lips at the change in pace, noticing the way my face contorts in pleasure.

the slight change in angle allows him to press directly against my spot, rather than brushing past it with each deep stroke, another release soon building up within me, the overstimulation meaning it doesn’t take much to take me there. and, i can tell that he is getting close too, his breathing becoming fast and heavy, hands squeezing the flesh of my thighs as he uses them to thrust in and out of me.

he fills me up once again, teeth sinking into his lip as he does so, a restricted whine emitting from the back of his throat, the sudden pressure triggering my own climax. my hands find their way to his biceps, maintaining a tight hold as i squeeze them harshly, chest heaving up and down, unable to handle the slow rocking of his hips. he rides out his high, before picking up his pace once again, clearly looking for a third round, seemingly unaffected by his two previous orgasms. he is pushing my limits and he knows it, watching the way my face twists, forehead lined with sweat.

his head falls backwards, eyes fully closed, mouth slightly open, and, if he wasn’t so lost in his own satisfaction, i am sure that he would be teasing me somehow, reminding me how pathetic i look underneath him, or scolding me for my antics earlier on. though he saves his energy, instead using it to build up his pace, tuning out the sound of my small whines.

“stop- i can’t anymore!” i beg, tears rolling down my cheeks, my voice small and shaky, legs trembling uncontrollably.

this time, he knows that i mean it, when i take my hand, taking it firmly, with as much strength as i can muster, against his chest, attempting to push him away. but, despite this realisation, he keeps going, not showing any intention of stopping, not until i say the word. yet it is on the tip of my tongue, holding back from saying it just yet, enjoying the pain in some messed up way. though i know that i am spent, unable to do anything but exhale rapidly, just able to shape together the word “blue.”

his eyes shoot open, movements coming to an immediate stop, face softening once he registers my state - eyes bloodshot, body shaking, lips wavering as they attempt to hold back the sobs dangerously close to sounding from them.

“shit- fuck baby, i’m sorry, are you okay?” he rambles, quickly climbing off of me, wrapping his arms around my small frame and pulling me into him, rubbing my back comfortingly.

“i’m fine it’s just- too much.” i whisper, my voice barely audible, throat raw. he notices this straight away, pulling me closer into his embrace, planting soft kisses into my hair, mumbling small apologies into it every few seconds, listening to my breathing as it eventually slows, my body relaxing into him, his hold on me making it easy to fall into a deep sleep, tom’s soft snores soon following.

requests are open! keep sending them in!!

#tom kaulitz #kaulitz #kaulitz twins #tokiohotel #tom kaulitz x reader #tomkaulitz #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz fluff #bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz angst

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to-the-stars8 · 8 months

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Learning To Love Slowly

Jason Todd x Reader All Chapters AO3 AN: I really thought, do I need another smut chapter? Bc I was really worried about writing too much smut, but then was like fuck it there's never enough smut.

18+ NSFW MDNI

59-Gloves and Kitchen Counters

You were clawing at the kitchen countertop as you threw your ass back onto Jason’s cock just in time to meet his thrust, crying out every time the fat tip brushed your g-spot. His gloved hands gripped your waist, squeezing at the softness, as he threw his head back. You felt so fucking good, and Jason needed this break.

Luckily, you were horny enough that you had practically begged Jason to fuck you. Between his love for you and the stress he was under, he could hardly say no. And, fuck, were you ready. Jason hardly had time to get his mask off before you were pulling his cock from his pants. When he did have it off you were bent over the kitchen counter, reaching behind you to guide him between your wet folds. He sucked in a breath sharply as the sensation of your pussy enveloped him. The stress was making him sensitive, and Jason was desperate to cum already.

“Jay,” You cried desperately. “Fuck me, please.”

Jason whined, leaning forward until his lips came in contact with the back of your shoulder, fucking into you faster—deeper. He was desperate, chasing the high that was quickly coming. There was hardly time to warn you, only mumbling, “Gon’ cum,” before spilling into you.

Jason always came so fucking much. You groaned, head falling against the cool counter, feeling full. Your pussy squeezed around his cock at the new, hot sensation, always loving how easy it was to unravel him.

Once the feeling of getting him off had dissipated, you were left slightly disappointed. Just a bit more and you would have been gushing on his cock.

Jason took a couple of deep breaths before going quiet. You were about to ask what was wrong before he said, “You didn’t cum.”

You chuckled a little. “I didn’t.”

He couldn’t fuck you like did because his cock felt so sensitive, but he could find another way to make you cum. Jason was raised a gentleman, and he always wanted to make sure were looked after just as much as he was. Sliding off his glove, Jason moved his hand between your soaked folds until he found your clit. You gasped, hand moving away from the counter to his hand between your legs. Pressing a wet kiss against your shoulder, he started to move his fingers in slow circles.

“Jason,” You whined, looking back at him.

He shushed you, pushing forward making the both of you groan, before placing a kiss on your lips. Just two of Jason's favorite things about you were when you kissed him and squeezed at his cock. Two delicacies he couldn’t forgo.

Nipping at the back of your neck, he mumbled, “Am I doing good?”

“Yes,” You gasped, pushing back onto him, making him whimper. “I want you to fuck me again.”

Jason whined, shaking his head. “I don’t know, baby. I can try.”

You only responded by clenching around him again as another wave of pleasure came over you. Fuck, you'd always loved his fingers. Jason let out a loud, distinct “Fuck,” that echoed through the apartment. Cautiously, like he was seeing how he felt, he pushed himself back into you again. Letting out a pathetic, breathy moan, he quickly started fucking you. The feeling of you wrapped around him so tightly couldn’t be resisted.

You grinned, he was hitting your g-spot again and his fingers were subconsciously rubbing your clit just a tad bit faster.

“Yes!” You cried. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t…” You incoherently mumbled something that Jason didn’t care to listen to.

“Fuck, I want you to cum on my cock,” Jason said.

You were clawing at the counter again, nearly screaming as your orgasm finally hit just in time for Jason’s second one. The feeling of his cum leaking down the inside of your thighs as he filled you up more had you seeing stars. You felt warm— completed. This was the kind of high you craved. It was a hard and full-body orgasm, that left you speechless and your body on autopilot. When your orgasms settled, the two of you pressed yourselves fully against the countertop as your legs stopped working, Jason’s weight nearly entirely on your back.

“Holy fuck,” He breathed. Fuck all if Jason was going to continue patrol after this. He couldn’t face the others while still reeling from this kind of fucking.

When Jason finally managed to pull away from you, still using the counter for support, he didn’t even bother to pick up his gear. You pushed yourself up, legs wobbling just a bit, before turning to face him.

“Your kitchen’s next, Red,” You said coyly, looking down at the mess on the floor and between your legs.

Jason smiled weakly, he’d do it, but fuck all if he or his other head wanted to think about that right now.

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xob1tchs · 1 year

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caught myself - ethan landry (teaser)

a/n; think of this as the 2nd part (that no1 asked for) to going quietly, bc i planned on closure but didn’t end up putting it in!!

pairing; e2l ethan x fem!reader (after scream 6)

warnings; smut (none in teaser) lil argument, foreshadowing, kissing, ethan kind of a meanie

taglist; open, reply to be added.

music.

fingers tangled in curly hair, legs wrapped around his narrow waist, lips moving in accord with his. He smells like sweat, just back from the gym, you’d stopped by his dorm seeking chad. now pressed against his door, strong arms supporting your, big hands spread across the backs of your thighs. The feeling of him is a foreign experience everytime you touch, it scares you how much you crave that unknown sensation.

his mouth tastes like cherries, you know it’s from the chewing gum he keeps in his bag, a gum you’ve never come across. come to learn the freak orders it off amazon. you love it, is why you asked. would never admit that though.

your head is getting a little dizzy, and your jaw is beginning to ache, pausing against his mouth to speak “chad should be back soon” you mumble, words muffled because he presses his lips to yours again, mumbling something incoherent back. you find yourself smiling against his mouth, chuckling as you cradle both sides of his face, physically separating.

he looks like a sad puppy, as if you’ve denied him his favorite treat “so what if chad should be back soon?” he presses, rolling his eyes.

you tap his arms, catching yourself on your feet as he lets you down, you tug your clothes back in place “it’s only been two months since that happened and i don’t really feel like having to deal with our friends if they find out” you shrug, stepping forward to wipe the sheer rosy lip gloss that’s transferred from your lips to his away, your fingers drifting down his skin until them reach the hem of his sleeveless top, tugging it away to reveal the fresh scar on his shoulder.

he shrugs your hand off, uncomfortable at the mention of what happened weeks ago, not just what had happened between you two but what had happened to him. Ethan still remains a nerdy, pouty, little shit but the shift is clear in his persona. He works out more, the results from his already athletic build already evident. He's also become more anxious, unable to be left alone at parties for more than a few minutes, and is insistent that we all carry tasers and pepper spray. you can see that what happened did change Ethan, as much as he wants you to believe it didn’t.

you tilt your head “don’t get angry at me, or act like you don’t care, because I see through your bullshit ethan” you shove your hands in your pockets, leaning back against his desk. he looks at you with what you can only describe as disdain. you miss the adoration he used to carry for you, the way he’d look at you, like you were all he wanted. now he’s a little bit broken, and he hates that you can tell.

“if you’re going to try and lecture me about my problems, deal with your own first” he tugs his shirt over his head, tossing it to his laundry basket, glancing at himself in the mirror for only a second. the scar from the top of his rib cage to the hem of his shorts makes your jaw clench. you have to look away, memories that you’ve tried hard not to think about surfacing.

he tosses a towel over his shoulder, grabbing his shower caddy from the desk, chest brushing your shoulder “and stop coming here, acting like you’re looking for chad when you know he’s not here” he mumbles, slamming the door behind himself as he slips out.

#scream iv #scream 6 #scream #scream smut #ethan landry #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #fanfic #fanfic smut

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stranger-nightmare · 2 years

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 ��𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐱 | 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤

requested by anonymous

A/N: subby Matt is so special to me so I just had to make this a fic where reader overstimulates Matt bc asdfgjkll just yes!!! I hope you guys like this!

“O-ohh, fuck, I can’t. I can’t,” Matt whimpers as he buries his head in the sheets beneath him.

“Aww, yes you can, baby. You can give me one more. I know you can,” you murmur through pouted lips. “Come on, be a good boy for me. Give me one more. Just one more.”

Matt groans deeply, almost sounding defeated, as he slumps into the mattress. You’d already made him cum twice so far. First in your mouth, and then second with your strap seated deep in his ass. You were still seated in him now, your hips pushed flush against him.

“Come on babyboy, you can do it. Do it for me. Just one more,” you purr as you slowly, so slowly, start to rock your hips into him again.

He groans, a sound somewhere between pleasure and pain. But he pulls himself up again, holding himself up on his arms and knees again.

“That’s it baby,” you praise, stroking his lower back slightly as you steadily increase your pace.

Matt moans and gasps incoherently, his head completely dizzy and fucked out. You moan quietly at the sense of pride it gives you. You’d only been fucking him again for a few minutes and you already tell he went going to last long this time. His groans were getting higher in pitch. His arms were trembling where he struggled to hold himself upright. You quickly reach around to grab his swollen and sensitive cock, starting to stroke him in time with your thrusts.

His responding groan is downright sinful, his head dropping down as his face twists and contorts with the intensity of the pleasure. He’s so sensitive that just your steady stroking and fucking motion has him spilling all over the bedsheets again. He whimpers, almost crying, as he cums again, his entire body trembling.

“That’s it, such a good boy for me,” you groan praise as you gently fuck and stroke him through his third climax.

His body starts to convulse, his arms giving out as he falls onto the mattress again. You coo praise at him soflty as you stop stroking him and slowly pull your strap out of him. You move to lie next to him, stroking his sweat streaked hair lightly, your fingers dancing across his face as you reassure him tenderly.

“See? I knew you had it in you,” you smirk, placing a sweet kiss to his forehead.

Main Masterlist // Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

#stranger nightmare #kinktober 2022 #matt murdock #matt murdock smut #matthew murdock #matthew murdock smut #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matthew murdock x reader #matthew murdock x you #daredevil #daredevil smut #daredevil x reader #daredevil x you

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ganondoodle · 8 months

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as i was awake in the middle of the night for like 2 hours bc i felt sick i had more somewhat random totk thoughts

one being that i really hate how raurus response to concerned zelda is, after sonia died in that almost funny how little impactful it was way, "im sure you are here for a reason" (actually, i hate how often this sentence is used in general to .. idk i guess its supposed to be inspiritational???)

bc what does that mean actually? him saying that to someone who got there absolutely by accident really just sounds like "i dont care go figure it out yourself bc i dont want to think about anything concerning you or your troubles lol" i guess its meant to sound like OOOOH fate has BROUGHT you here bc you have to furfill a role you dont know yet (spoiler its being a sacrifice girl with no personality) and besides me hating the 'inescapable fate' trope in general (at least the way its usually done in these games, which is not to struggle against it but willingly accept whatever you are told and pretend thats good) its really jsut goddamn boring and is really only an excuse to well .. ignore her and her trouble; shouldnt you, if you were actually such a cool guy like the game wants me to believe so bad, do everything in your power to get zelda back to her own world before shes pulled even further into the war you caused now that her only ""mentor"" that could help her get more use of her pretty much useless sudden powers is gone too?? i know shes basically dead wife sonia replacement (can of worms ugh) but it still grinds my gears whenever i think of that cutscene, bc i cant help but hear it as the lamest excuse in existence to not care about her and just kinda .. see what happens which in this case means leave zelda completely on her her own since both rauru and mineru die as well (honestly shouldnt rauru have thought about like .. any plan to defeat gan besides dying himself, given hes the oh so cool and goodest guy king whos only mistake was not stabbing gan the second he stepped into their kathedral castle thing, like even if you had a plan it can still fail but it seemed like he just kinda went in with a handful of people that didnt seem to know each other at all, never got names or faces -or unique voices for that matter- to fight gan face to face inlcuding the girl that came from a different time and had nothing to do with any of this conflict and couldnt even really control her sudden new powers just seems pretty stupid)

thought 2

how totk really feels like botw but for the people who didnt like shiekah tech, its not a sequel, its botw again, but version of only sonau, its like a pokemon game that had two versions but one has weirdly incoherent story and acts like the other never existed jsut as a whole its like retreading the same points but worse, all shiekah tech that was so integral to the world and had such a long history just vanishing and no one caring about any of it like it never happened, HELL the titans were called divine beasts in english but i guess they werent divine or important enough to keep around LOL champions WHO and isntead a never before seen or even heard of race for that matter showing up and planting their ass in every place the shiekah were before, dare i say it feels weirdly manipulative, like either them or some outside force erasing every fact about the ancient shiekah and replace them with sonau stuff bc they are the hot new shit now

this is a point that just doesnt stop bothering me, how the shiekah tech seemed so carefully designed and integrated into botws world and story, its a difficult to keep balance after all, integrating high tech stuff into a medieval setting, but they made it work! and then totk comes around and throws a bunch modern day tech into it puts some vague greenish stone filter on its exterior and call that even better more ancient tech; why did they even bother to make pottery inspired laser shooting spider legged robots so well integrated when they throw a car and rockets into the next game without a thought and call it a day, what was the fucking point

it feels like someone was dead set on having a set of legos thrown into the game it had no place in, if you want players to build whatever they want make a building game instead!! especially if you are just gonna throw it in with seemingly no consideration how out of place it feels togehter with the fACT THAT YOU ALREADY HAD AND ANCIENT HIGH TECH CIVILIZATION WITH A VERY DISTINCT AESTHETIC THAT WAS ALREADY WELL INTEGRATED INTO THE WORLD YOU ARE PLANNING TO REUSE WITH ALOT OF MYSTERY AND UNKOWN STUFF ABOUT THEM TO EXPLORE FURTHER YOU COULD HAVE USED!! but i guess they just "didnt want to play with you anymore" and that so much so that they went out of their way to erase every trace of it, i dont think the words shiekah tech are ever used in the game, and the purah pad and her towers just drive me more isnane bc they are the same shit but called different and also much worse, liek the purah pad isnt some more developed shiekah stone, no its a glorified camera with a teleport function and thats it

(i know i said this before but i really cant stand how obsessed every single NPC is with sonau shit, you get told to your face every second line of dialog that they are so cool and are so mysterious that it just makes me annoyed of them even more, the game is obsessed with shoving them everywhere and telling you over and over you too should obsess over them, they werent weird like that about the shiekah stuff in botw?? the biggesst talking point in botw was calamity ganon ..... which makes sense and in totk its like ... gan is mentioned what, in a newspaper article??? once???and then not even by name i think???)

aside from that big point which will never let me go, its also just .. its not moving forward anything, it actively walks BACK the progress that was made in botw, call me dumb but i dont really count moving one step up in the social roles of each race as a character development (for the side characters like the champions desc- ahem SAGES) but mainly zelda ... god how dirty she was done, totk pretty explicitely makes her regress any development she made in botw aside from she likes link uwu and some people like her too, but also not enough to notice that that weird zelda being all evil and weird isnt her (INLCUDING THE CHAMP- SAGES WHO YOU ARE SUPPOSEDLY FRIENDS WITH??? you dont have to be a genius to pick up on that my god, were you all given the mc dumbo potion or what)

she gets put back to square one, back into the little itty bitty princessy maiden role forced upon her by her royal parentage, this time rauru edition, back into a white little dress, back into the scared puppy eyed teenager, back into a situation she cant handle, back into losing everyone around her (tho honestly botw made me care more about rhoam than totk did about rauru), back into being forced to do a big sacrifice- but worse actually

in botw she went to FIGHT AND HOLD GANON IN THE CASTLE SO LINK HAD TIME TO RECOVER AND IT WOULDNT DESTROY THE LAND!! and you are telling me in totk rauru takes up her botw role and she bascially killed herself to ... restore the mastersword.

......... she ... she did that only to be a glorified version of the stone pedestal in the forest. and then she gets returned to normal itty bitty girly no problem via magic sparkle beam at the end and

DOESNT

EVEN

REMEMBER.

it really is just botw but worse, you even get yet another ghost king of hyrule to guide you around (rhoam did it better fight me ... we dont talk about the questionable choice to make himself darker skinned when posing as just some guy)

i honestly dont think i was ever truly taken aback by anythign that happened in botw, while in totk, the further i played, the more i had to fight with myself to keep the feeling of unease, disappointment and betrayal down

its such a god damn shame, totk should have stayed a DLC, i will forever mournfully dream of a game that explores more of the ancient shiekah, doesnt erase integral parts of the world, developes characters more instead of making them regress back and make them end up even less developed than at the start of the game, dives into buried secrets and mistakes of dark pages of history without giving into a weirldy nationalist(imperalisitc?) narrative and lets characters have some agency for once

if it werent for the yiga i might have actually considered refunding the game, just to be at peace with myself

anyway, aboslutely incoherent word vomit.

#ganondoodles talks #zelda #totk #ganondoodles rants #old man yells at cloud #i know im repeating myself in alot of points #but some things just wont stop rotating in my head #ngl i felt like nintendy was trying to gaslight me in totk #what noooo the shrine of life was ALWAYS just a barren cave with a puddle of water in it #noooo dumsda (hundson) NEVER had a funny quirk of how he talks #nooooo purah NEVER cared about shiekah tech or that stone she used to have in her lab in hateno #noooooo robelo NEVER cared about the shiekah oven he named cherry #nooooo yuno was never not dumb like a rock and ridiculed by the narrative worse than koga #noooo yuno never had inheretited an ability unique to daruk #nooooooo zelda never had any character besides like white dress waifu #nooooooo the dekutree never actually played a central role #nooooo there never was any shikeah tech #noooooo there never were any champions we were actualyl friends with #why is this series so damn allergic to moving the world or characters forward #you literalyl showed us that zelda companion is doable #you made 5 fram rate killing ghosts that are more useless than useful in any fight but noooo cant do zelda #she gotta be the little maiden uwu #you could have shown us the past without sendign zelda back #you could have revealed the sonau without erasing the shiekah #you had such a good setup from botw #and isntead chose to focus 3 years on being able to glue a stick to a stick in a game that isnt about glue or building

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francis-writes · 1 month

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I'm super entranced by Ethel Cains 'Inbred'. Hear me out. Feyd to that song... He's just so religious satire and cannibalism as a form of love language coded. 'Touch me till i vomit' and 'He's so good to me and to nobody else, so you can fuck yourself' or 'If he wakes up, He'll show you what I'm talking about' STOOOOOOOOOOPPP fuming at the mouth

[I understood this are just thoughts about character, not a request, so if I'm wrong, please correct me. I suck at understanding intentions and anything that isn't put plain lol]

Unfortunately I don't listen to Ethel Cain (I heard her, just not my type of music) but you got me at cannibalism as a form of love. I love all the cannibalistic, gore, violent metaphors, idk maybe it's because I just like a man covered in blood, maybe because that how love feels when you're mentally ill.

Okay, so I'm checking my collection of cannibalism/love posts and somehow I forgot that I literally kept a screenshot of Ethel Cain herself.

Also kinda this:

Though I didn't think about religious satire before. I mean, I only wondered how much he knew about his role in Bene Gesserit's plans and whether it was any different for him than pressure of being an heir to house Harkonnen. So hard to say how he felt about being an important step in plan to create Kwisatz Haderach but I often compare his relations with people to biblical stories (I'm not Christian anymore but that's what growing up in religious household does to a mf). Like him and Paul, like Jesus and John the Baptist. Both born in the same time, both destined by God to great things. But no matter his talents and skills, he was the second. I don't know how much Frank Herbert was inspired by the Bible and how much it's my obsession with christian symbolism but also: especially Paul but also Feyd as important part of Kwisatz Haderach plan, remind me about Jesus and Isaac. Promised by God, special ones, admired, destined to great things, but also supposed to be sacrificed.

And Feyd and Rabban remind me about a few cases of siblings in the Bible, but mostly Cain and Abel? Elder brother jealous and bitter than the younger is God's favourite, that whatever Abel does is appreciated and praised, meanwhile efforts of Cain keep being rejected. There's a popular picture (bc Bible doesn't explain how God expressed his opinions on the offerings) that when they burnt their offerings for Lord, smoke from Abel's offering rised to the Heaven, showing that his gift was accepted and that Abel was worthy in God's eyes. Meanwhile smoke from Cain's offering floated downward. And I am just like. Yeah, that's Rabban and Feyd. And also Joseph and his brothers when he had dreams that all his siblings will bow to him...

Okay, I think I should stop here because I wandered out off topic and tbh I could continue this monologue about Dune/Bible correlation for a long, long time.

Apart from all my incoherent ramblings, I checked that song, and yeah... this is so Feyd (even the title, bc I suppose that in Dune marriages between close family in noble houses were rather popular; after all they wanted Feyd to marry Jessica's daughter, that would be his close cousin. Let me tell you, my family is from small village and for many generations there were marriages between close cousins, and if nobody stopped my grandma, she would marry family too. And I am a living mentally ill proof of how inbreeding ends)

#feyd rautha #feyd rautha harkonnen #beast rabban #rabban harkonnen #glossu rabban #paul muad'dib #bene gesserit #dune #dune 2023 #dune part two #ethel cain

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ador3him · 2 years

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hello! can you do “i’d never turn down a kiss from you.” with dream??

pairing: Dream x gn!reader

warnings: alcohol usage/abuse (not that noticeable but can be interpreted that way) swearing

requested? yes by anon

word count: 630

a/n: WOOOO NO.4 OUT OF 10 its offical guys I am only doing 10 of these quick writes for the event. SO, REQUEST QUICK!!!!! (many bc i j found out i am moving this weekend so i dont exactly have time to be writing a billion) any request that are out of the 10 i will still do! just not is the 24hr time period (it will still be a part of the 150 event though!) I got this request at 6:31am AEST (16 hrs agoish)

Dreams’ eyes widen at the sight before him. A messy, drunken y/n. Their hair knotty- almost matted, their eyes droopy and their smile lopsided. The straps of their top falling down without notice as their arms wrap around Dreams’ neck bringing his for a hug, y/n basically hanging from his neck from the height difference.

“Hello D-Dream,” y/n slurs stumbling into the foyer of his house, they felt tiny inside the high roofed mansion he lived in. Dream looks stunned, y/n barely if ever drinks this much. Sure, they drink every week, but not so much that they are rocking up at their best friends’ house stumbling and slurring words. “y/n, why are you drunk and at my house,” he pinches the bridge of his nose sighing at the scene: y/n on the couch trying yanking off a pair of shoes failing miserably. y/n just shrugs unsure of why they are actually here. Dream had just gotten home after being at LA for TwitchCon for a good week and a half. After TwitchCon Dream and George went to a café with Addison Rae, the stunning Addison Rae, jealously immediately boiled within y/n and they haven’t stopped drinking in the 2 days since the photo has been posted.

“C’mere give me your foot,” Dream motions for y/ns’ foot. “Why of course my royal slave, get me out of my shackles,” y/n retorts in a fake as ever British accent which was utterly horrible but he just chuckles. He gently unties their shoelaces and shimmies the shoe off of each foot being careful and slow not wanting to yank their foot like they were to themselves before.

“Look you are drunk and incoherent, lets get you to bed and we can talk about this tomorrow. Hm?” Dream offers a hand and pulls up y/n, they latch onto his arm and trudge slowly to his room- well toward his room. They were extremely slow so Dream lifts y/n up and carries them to his bed effortlessly. He lays them down and hands them a pair of his sweatpants and his hoodie, walking out the room. “Where are you going?” y/n soft voice startles him, not expecting them to be so soft-spoken after before. “I am going to sleep on the couch,” he answers as if it’s the most obvious thing ever. “Nuh-uh,” they walk over to the door- tripping a bit- and pull on his arm. He follows them to the bed thinking he would sneak out when they fall asleep.

“Can I kiss you Dreamy?” y/n breaks the silence that fell between them for 2 minutes. A couple more seconds and Dream would’ve assumed that they were asleep. “I’d never turn down a kiss from you, y/n but you’re drunk, and I am not taking advantage of you like that, have a good sleep,” Dream moves out from under them and kisses their forehead goodnight.

He sleeps on the couch that night- well more like lays there until the sun is fully up a couple hours later as y/n came to his house pretty early in the morning. He walks to y/n his room with water and some Panadol, planning on placing it on the bed side table and leave but y/n is wide awake groaning softly. “Rough night?” Dream jokes handing them the hangover supplies. “Fuck up,” they mumble taking the water and Panadol. He lifts his arms in surrender and goes to leave the room- maybe to make breakfast for them both and his 2 other roommates. “I remember what I asked you last night, I am sorry,” y/n blurts out. “I stand by what I said I’d never turn down a kiss from you.” He says and walks out of his room.

Just fucking walks away leaving y/n stunned.

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dragonfirerogue-writes · 1 year

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Quinn x fem R where they’re secretly dating and Quinn isn’t out yet, R comes over looking for Q so they can go on a date but she’s with Rachel or someone and R gets the jealous look bc she knows Rachel likes Quinn.

Judy is like: I wouldn’t worry about Rachel, they might be friends but I know Quinn and she only has eyes for you.

R is like: Oh…No! No! No!…I’m not…

Judy: 😑🤨 *looks at R’s clothes and how they’re sitting*

R: *not sitting normally and wearing so much flannel*

Okay…

Judy: I’m her mother, I know things, I’ll wait until she’s ready but I already knew the second you came in and picked her up to ‘go to the movies with Kurt and Mercades’

R: We did go to the movies!

Judy: yes but you went alone and had dinner after…I’m just glad you treat her better than that Puckerman.

Q: What’s going on here?

Judy: Just talking about your ‘friends’ offer to volunteer at the clothing drive at our church

R: *nods*

*later*

Q: You don’t have to do the drive you know?

R: Yeah I know, Just want to test the theory of me going up into flames when I set foot in there.

Q: If I can get in so can you 😭

*starts making out*

*Judy’s singing gets louder so they push away and R just smirks bc she knows Judy is doing it on purpose to scare Quinn and give her a push into coming out*

Judy: Here’s your laundry Quinnie, (R) you have her lipstick on your neck and Quinnie you’ve got a very dark hickey. So let’s be honest sweetheart. I don’t care. I’m just glad you won’t get pregnant again. *leaves*

Quinn x Reader

With excited steps, you make your way to the front door of the Fabray house. There was a planned date with Quinn and you were buzzing with anticipation. You and Quinn had been dating for a good while now, especially by Quinn's usual standards. You were the one who stuck around for the longest and you intended to stay.

Of course, being Quinn's first girlfriend had its downsides. Well, one downside. You had to keep your relationship a secret. Quinn wasn't out to anyone yet and wasn't ready to do so yet. It didn't bother you though. You understood the struggles of taking control of your queerness. If you hadn't been forced yourself, it would've taken a while for you to come out as well.

But now wasn't the time for thinking like that. You're knocking on the door and ready to enjoy a night with Quinn. You grin brightly when the door opens and it doesn't fade even when Quinn's mother, Judy, answers the door.

"Oh! Hey Ms. Fabray. Is Quinn here?"

Judy smiles fondly at you before inviting you in. "Hello, Y/N. Quinnie isn't home right now." You plop down on the couch while Judy grabs a drink for you. "She's with Rachel right now. Something about a duet for Glee."

When she hands you a glass of water, she notices the frown on your face. You couldn't hold it back. You knew Rachel had a thing for Quinn. And since you and Quinn were a secret, Rachel was constantly trying to worm her way into the blonde's good graces. It annoys you, but you don't have any way to deal with it without outing Quinn.

The feeling of someone soothing your brow draws you out of your mind. Blinking a few times, you look up at the older woman smiling at you with a bit of amusement on her face.

"Oh, don't worry about Rachel, dear. They may be friends, but I know Quinn only has eyes for you."

You blink again. And a few more times before you sputter an almost incoherent line of words.

"Wh-uh... No. We aren't... I'm not! Quinn's definitely not. We haven't... Uhh.. nah. No. We uhh.. ummm..."

When you finally stop trying to explain yourself, your eyes cautiously land on Judy only to see an amused look on her face. As soon as she knows she has your attention, her eyes pointedly move to look at your clothes and the way you were sitting. Suddenly self-conscious, you take a look at yourself.

You were wearing skinny jeans with boots. A t-shirt covered your torso and a flannel shirt covered that. The sleeves of that flannel were rolled up to your elbows and your forearms had bracelets and a leather cuff adorned on them. The way you sat didn't help either seeing how you had your legs spread out with your elbows resting on your thighs. Almost immediately you sit a bit more proper.

"You uh... You have a point." You rub the back of your neck in anxiety. This wasn't how you wanted to come out to Quinn's mother. Said woman just gives you a fond smile.

"It's all right, Y/N. I'm a mother. I've known about you two for a long time. Ever since you picked her up to go to the movies," her hands rise to form air quotes, "'with Kurt and Mercedes.'"

"But we did go to the movies!" You countered. The elder woman just raised an eyebrow. It was eerily similar to Quinn's.

"Yes you did. Alone. And you went to dinner afterwards. Alone." She moves to sit closer to you and pats your head. "Like I said. It's all right. I'm just glad you treat her better than Noah."

You smile at Judy, who had very quickly become a second mother to you when you first met. Her hand cups your face and you almost tear up at the amount of love and acceptance in her eyes. The moment doesn't last as Quinn opens the door and enters the home. Judy's hand drops to your shoulder when the young blonde's eyes land on the both of you.

"What's going on here?" She asks, a little apprehensive. Her mother just stands and brushes off her skirt of invisible dust.

"Nothing at all, Quinnie. I was just talking to your..." Judy gives you a look. "Friend about the clothing drive at the church. She volunteered to help us out." You give a grin and nod.

"Yup. More than happy to help out."

Quinn just looks at the two of you with suspicion before grabbing your arm and ushering you to her room.

"Okay then... C'mon Y/N."

When you're finally in her room, she closes the door.

"You know you don't have to do the drive." She shakes her head at you. You just shrug.

"Eh. Honestly I'm just curious to see if I'll really burst into flames when I step foot on holy ground." Quinn rolls her eyes with a soft laugh. She pulls you close and wraps her arms around your neck.

"If I can go into a church, you definitely can." You just answer with a smirk before pressing your lips against hers.

Quinn lets out a soft hum of approval and pushes you towards her bed. Your knees hit the edge of the bed and you sit down, allowing Quinn to crawl onto and straddle your lap. You pull her impossibly closer and let your hands roam her body. Her own hands comb through your hair, gently pulling at it to tip your head back and expose your neck. As soon as that happens, her lips are kissing up and down your neck. A low moan escapes your lips and your hands move to caress her thighs, touching the skin hidden under her dress. Eventually, you need your mouth to do more and you duck your head to attack the blonde's neck. Her head tilts back and she clings onto you as your teeth and tongue assault her skin.

Your hands almost reach a little higher on her thighs when you suddenly hear Judy's voice coming towards you, singing 'Papa Don't Preach.' Quinn immediately pushes you away and hops off of your lap to the spot next to you. You're now on your back, trying to get your breathing back in check. By the time you manage to sit up, a knock sounds on the door and opens.

"Quinnie! I have your laundry." The older blonde waltzes on in to drop the hamper off. Taking a quick glance at the two of you, she almost laughs. Quinn is blushing hard and trying not to look at you or her mother. You're wearing an amused smirk on your face. Judy walks up to you and fixes your hair.

"Honey, you have some lipstick on your neck." You absent-mindedly wipe at the spot Quinn's lips were once at. She then turns to Quinn and places her hand on her daughter's chin to turn her head.

"And you are going to have a very dark hickey." She pointedly looks at you, causing you to bashfully look away. The woman places her hands on her lips and looks at you both.

"I'll be honest. I don't care that you're together. I'm glad to see how happy you two are. I'm just happy you won't get pregnant again." She kisses you both on the cheek and heads out the room, closing the door. You and Quinn just gape at the door before looking at each other.

"Heh..." You start. "At least we don't have to hide from your mom anymore?" Quinn just lets out a scoff of disbelief.

"That was... Surprisingly easy."

"Your mom just wants you to be happy. She loves you." The blonde smiles at that.

"I love her too..." She turns to look at you. "And I love you."

#a dragon tries to write #quinn fabray x reader #quinn fabray imagine #quinn fabray #glee imagine #asks #requests

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star-girl69 · 3 months

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DUDEEEEEE. She calls me baby youuuuu ate that harrrrrrrd. Like I had to go back in for seconds and thirds and fourths fr fr. Cause are we even surprised or are we just grateful that you give us mortals a second of your time and talent????

Babe you are so incredibly talented. The way you write is sooooooo amazing its like you just know how to manipulate your words into something that will and has had me in tears in like 2 seconds. Don't even get me started on how you write your characters. Like I don't know how I can fully and most genuinely express the astonishment you leave me in all the time.

I believe that you are one of a kind and a treasure to be cherished. I know that doubting is inevitable but I hope that you know that I'm always gonna be in the obsessed with addie corner no matter what. Like I meant it when I said that there won't be a time when you have no fans. Ever. You will forever be my favourite gorgeous goddess❤️❤️❤️.

-❤️

(I'm sorry I've been so absent school has been actually eating me alive)

(I think about you everyday though and it makes life just that much better)

(I hope you don't think I'm exaggerating😭😭😭😭All of this that I've been feeling without releasing had to be sent in a long ask my bad)

(I missed your little bonuses though, I hope you're doing okay)

(I'm always here for anything you may need, even if its literally just to tell you how amazing you are)

(love you ❤️)

#jealousclarissesupremacy

I WAS WONDERING WHERE YOU WERE I WAS SO WORRIED I SMILED SO HARD WHEN I GOT THIS ASK 🤭🤭

I CANT THAT WHOLE SECOND PARAGRAPH LIKE I CANT LIKE WOWWWW YOU THINK THAT???? ABOUT MEEE??!!!!??!?!?!?!!

TREASURE IS INSANE BTW 🤭 anyways omg. i’m so grateful wtf like i’m sorry i cant come up w something more poetic like you i just love these asks so much i get so happy and idk how to express that other than ilysm and i’m just so happy and so so grateful

also gorgeous goddess… i giggled 🤭🤭🤭

(ITS OKAYYYYY IM GLAD YOUR BACK SCHOOL HAS BEEN COOKING ME TOO 💔💔)

(EVERYDAY??!?!?!?! i think about you everyday too tho….. thinking about that one day you were so active and i got like 5 asks from you… BEST DAY OF MY LIFEEE) (also pls don’t take this as me pressuring you TRUST i am grateful for whatever you give me 🙏🙏)

(STOP. I. LOVE. LONG. ASKS. DONT ANNOY ME BY DOUBTING MY LOVE FOR YOU!!!!!!!)

(idk i’m okay i’ve just been really feeling pressured to write stuff bc the fandom is dying down (guys pls come back) and i am now firmly addicted to the praise and number of notifs i get…. lol. the bonuses have always been weird bc sometimes they come so easily to me like the first one i did was so it goes and i didn’t even have to think about it and then someone said they liked it so i went back and did it to my other fics and started doing it and idk yeah basically what i’m saying is sometimes they’re so easy and other times i have to force myself to come up w something which sucks but people like them so i’m happy to do it!!!!)

(tbh i’ll probably go back and add a bonus to she calls me baby bc i have just a little teeny bit of ocd and it will bother me but also i’m trying to let the little things go but idk we’ll see how strong i am 😭😭)

(sorry i will stop ranting now) (shoutout to anyone who actually reads that incoherent ramble)

(i need to be told how amazing i am 24/7 so that will be hard 😔) (BUT I APPRECIATE YOU SAYING THAT)

(LOVE YOU TOOOOO 💋💋💋)

#iagreesobad

#addie answers stuff!!!#❤️ anon

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moonflwer-gutz · 11 months

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Mark and Cesar headcanons of all possible AUs of yours?? Please?? 😄

im only gonna talk about finding eden bc thats the only one where their dynamic with each other truly matters (poor unfortunate soul, only really mark is important and tmc spidey au they aren't fleshed out that much yet)

Oh they're brothers they are so brothers

Close as close can be and then some

Even though she was only really young at the time, Cesar took to talking to Sarah in Spanish. The plan was to get her to learn the language and grow up bilingual, yknow so she could broaden her horizons. But yeah that all stopped at the age of 5 because...you know. (she and her parents did still try to keep her at it with Spanish classes in school, though! she still knows enough to get by but doesn't use it much because it was something they shared. that was theirs. their clunky half-understandable half-incoherent conversations whenever he came over. Now there's no one to share it with anymore.)

Cesar actually was religious, just not as much as his mom or Mark.

Cesar's father was a Vietnam war medic vet who died when Cesar was around 10-11 years old due to post-war-related health complications that had been going on for years. Before he died, though, he was able to teach Cesar a lot of useful first-aid and medical stuff. Because of that, Cesar was usually the first person Mark would go to when he fucked up bad and got hurt. He has saved Mark from many an infected wound, extreme bleeding, getting shit stuck in wounds, and all that. The guy always has some small first-aid kit on him, and the second Sarah was born he started keeping fun little stickers and band-aids in there because he knew that he'd be taking care of scraped knees and the like.

Mark and Cesar became friends shortly after Cesar's father had died and it really helped Cesar from going down a dark path. They had known of each other because they went to the same church. The Heathcliffs also stopped by to pay respects to Mr. Torres since they had been acquaintances with Mrs. Torres (again through church), so Mark and Cesar caught glimpses of each other there too. Cesar would've been a really troubled kid had he not met Mark, I think. Mark really held him together through a lot, and vice versa.

Mark spent his final days absolutely cursing himself for letting something so terrible happen to Cesar, even if it wasn't his fault. He didn't even really know if Cesar was dead, just that this Alternate had taken his place and that he wasn't there to help. After all Cesar had done for him, all the physical and mental wounds he had helped patch up, Mark wasn't there when Cesar probably needed him the most. He died praying not only for the safety of the rest of his family but for the forgiveness of Cesar who he truly believed he had failed.

#finding eden au #fe mark #fe cesar #tmc au #tmc #moonflwer answers #moonflwer writes #mark heathcliff #cesar torres

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slashersangel · 2 years

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god, you're my favorite writer ♡♡ stay that way 😢❤❤

Can i pwease request something? First, i want a hug :D and second..I wish to request a fluffy headcanons for a poly!lost boys for when the reader is on her period and she just becomes very sensitive, she can't handle being yelled at or anything aggressive/rough and she just..bawls, cries her eyes out and she is constantly wanting attention (u can also include michael if u want bc he pretty boy and im a simp 🙄)

You can also do them separately if you wish, I don't mind. I'll be a very happy person regardless :0 bc ur perfect owo ♡♡

I’ll give you ask many hugs you want, thank you so much😭😭 and if this isn’t me literally everyday not just on my period 😫🤚 michael is such a pretty boy you’re 100% right to simp

and so sorry this took so long, i just got a new job and i’m sooo tired! but i’m fine now

Ploy!Lost Boys with a sensitive s/o

• let’s say it was the first time with them dealing with your period, they were concerned when they smelt blood all over you, queue all four of them (mikey doesn’t have the strong sense of smell yet so he doesn’t know what’s going on) checking for any wounds, cuts, scraps, bruising, anything, Paul even tries to look under your clothes before Dwayne stopped him, but that was just mostly for personal reasons.

• Once you explained they all collectively said “oh.” Paul had to be clued in a bit more but thats okay, at least your pretty Paulie<3

• you were walking with Marko and David to go get some food, since David had the money and Marko just wanted to be with you cause you smelled so much like blood good. You were falling a bit behind because of your cramps, that’s when someone bumped into you, knocking their drink into themselves.

• The person of course, blamed it all on you and started yelling at you to which your eyes teared up at. David and Marko noticed. They both stepped in front of you, Marko was ready to swing and he almost did as he and David told the person off, male or female, his hands are rated e for everyone

• but, when they heard you sniffle, they turn around and see tears brimming in your eyes, almost falling out. You didn’t want to cry in front of the small crowd you’ve attracted, so you tugged on David’s sleeve, not trusting yourself to not break down in sobs when you try and speak

• Marko and David quickly knew what to do and they took you quickly back to the rest of the boys who crowded around you as you struggled to hold back tears.

• When Paul (ever so blissfully ignorant) asked you what was wrong and you just broke down, rambling in basically incoherent sentences about how you were just walking and this person bumped into you and they spilt their drink and you didn’t even do anything and they started yelling at you, and you didn’t even get your funnel cake! You cried extra hard at the last part

• Once you calmed down some, because it was embarrassing to cry in public, you drove with Dwayne back to the cave along with the rest of the boys, save Marko, he stayed back to buy your funnel cake but he raced to catch up with all of you.

• once you got back to the cave, you apologized profusely for crying, so much to the point where David was annoyed. And with a short, sort of angry, ‘it’s fine’, you quieted down and he thought he did something, until he looked back at you and saw your lower lip wobbling and new tears filling your eyes,

• “what is it now?”

• “you yelled at me.” you cried.

• queue Michael holding you, then paul pushing michael off of you and holding you and Dwayne scolding David.

• “why did you yell at her?”

• “i didn’t!”

• it all basically ends in a cuddle pile every night until your period is over, extra cuddles if you cry, or get upset, or sad, or if you even blink wrong then at least two of them will be on you.

• and if you want then one of them (or more if you’re comfy with that yet) will have smexy fun time with you to cheer you up! Or to distract you for the time being because they will eventually have you talk about it and they’ll help you as much as they can.

i remembered to put tags the first time around!!!!😁😊 clap for me

#soft lost boys make my heart go boomboom #dwayne the lost boys #the lost boys #david the lost boys #marko the lost boys #paul the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #dwayne x reader #marko x reader #paul x reader #the lost boys 1987 #michael the lost boys #michael emerson x reader #michael emerson

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plistommy · 2 years

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i'm kinda in the mood for angst so lets imagine experiment!steve finally get the taste of freedom, still new to the outside world and the first thing that happens to him in this new world is meeting billy and eddie.

who became very important to steve. he would do anything to protect them. even if it meant him using his powers to hurt people. and yet...

he still loses them.

he lost billy first in that mall and steve cant stop the guilt from building up inside of him bc what use of this powers of his if couldnt even protect billy? he wishes he wasnt so weak, he wishes his powers were as strong and useful as El. just like what Papa always wanted.

but nothing good ever happens to steve.

and then vecna happened. he lost eddie this time.

he felt useless, undeserved of any happiness bc isnt that what Papa always told him?

"nothing good ever happens when it comes to you, seven."

he should've known that he could never get the happiness he wanted. he never deserved it in the first place. billy and eddie could've been better, happier, free...alive. but bc steve came into their lives, misfortune fell onto them, causing them to lose their lives bc steve is a jinx.

he shouldnt be alive in the first place.

thats what he had thought as he lays down on the ground, unmoving due to the broken bones in his arms and legs. everything was dark and steve knew that he was blind now. henry did a number on him.

he could el begging him to stay, that she wont let him go that easily. but isnt this a good thing?, he asked her.

"once im gone, no more misfortune will happen to you guys. all of you will finally be safe. can finally be normal."

all steve wanted was that. maybe he cant but he knew the others will. he already lost that chance anyways when billy died.

steve could feel himself getting tired, el's begging becoming incoherent to him. at least he wont be dying all alone. tho he swears he could hear eddie's and billy's voice, screaming out his name.

before he fades out, he could feel warms hands pulling up his body as his back lays on someone's chest. he must've be hallucinating when he felt tears and sobs and more begging to not go around him. bc it sounds like they belong to billy and eddie.

maybe they're here bc he's finally joining them.

but what he doesnt know was that they were both very much alive, clutching onto steve's cold body as they beg him to come back. to come back to them so they can apologise to him for not being strong enough to protect him. so they can finally go to california and show him the beach, the ocean, teach him how to surf, showing him just how big the world actually is.

this time tho, they probably wont have a second chance.

(this is a bit messy but hope you like it 💖)

THIS IS SO SAD AND SO GOOD ANON! OMG! 😭💔

They need to have a happy ending! Steve better survive and be taken care of by his boyfriends and go to California!!!!! He better!!! He deserves all the love after ALL that.

But yes Anon, I LOVE IT! Even if it hurt! ❤️❤️

#I’ve read that one fic with Steve as Seven #It was Harringrove fic and very like ’’old’’ one #ITS SO GOOD #SO I JUST LOVE THIS IDEA ANON!!!#Suc a good tropeeee #💕💕#steve harrington #harringroveson #ask #anon #billy hargrove #eddie munson

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to-the-stars8 · 10 months

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Learning to Love Slowly

Jason Todd x Reader All Chapters AO3 18+ MDNI here's your nickleback smut, for context find that post about me listening to nickleback. also I didn't re-read this bc I'm just too tired lol

54-Positions and Pillow Talk

“Oh, fuck, don’t stop,” You gasped, turning to scream into the pillow. From this angle, he was hitting just the right spots and incredibly fucking deep. “Just like that. Oh, shit, Jason!”

The way you said his name, breathlessly and full of lust, had Jason’s heart fluttering while his cock twitched. Looking down at you like you were a gift he’d been wanting for years, Jay gripped at your ass until there were indentions of his fingers left behind. It would leave bruises, he knew, but he decided that the guilt could come later. Yet, that wasn’t enough. He wanted to be closer.

Jason groaned as he pushed into you as deep as he could until he bottomed out, and his chest was against your back. Your body went limp for a second, and he looked up just in time to see you turn to let out another string of loud moans into the pillow.

Smiling, he asked, “You good, sweetheart?”

Sweaty and flushed, you weakly hummed a yes. Jason insisted to hear your voice as he moved pieces of hair from your mouth. “Yes, I just—You’re so fucking good…”

You couldn’t finish your sentence as Jason started to slowly thrust again, pressing sloppy kisses into your shoulder as he did. His hand snaked around your waist, his fingers tracing a sweaty line from the bottom of your breasts to between your legs.

You put your hand on his, mumbling something incoherent as your eyes fluttered closed again. Jason thought about stopping, seeing how overstimulated you were and not wanting to push too far, but he remembered that you’d let him know when enough was enough. And, by the whine you gave, hand pushing against his, you wanted more.

Jason moaned into your hair as his fingers finally found the place he’d been searching for. You were soaked, the wetness causing his fingers to easily slide against your clit, finding the just right rhythm you liked.

Jason steadied himself with his other hand as he slowly pulled out before slamming into you again. You yelped in surprise, hands scrabbling to find something to cling onto until one found the pillow next to you and the other found his forearm.

“You look so pretty,” Jason whispered against your ear, picking up the pace of his thrusts.

You looked up at him, eyes glazed over but a sincere, sweet smile on your face as you tried to get out a thank you. Yet, when he hit that spot again, your eyes closed and you thinned your lips to contain another moan. Jason couldn’t have pictured a prettier sight, nor anything else he’d rather be doing than you.

Before you made a sound, he felt you come undone, pussy fluttering around his cock. It made his movements stutter for a second, because, for how good he was at finding all the right places in you, you were somehow better at doing the same to him. Jason groaned, forehead pressing against the back of your shoulder as he concentrated to not cum just yet. He wanted this feeling to last a little longer, to be right on the edge yet again.

When you finally turned your face from the pillow, you tried to look at Jason over your shoulder, hand on his arm weakly stroking him reassuringly. Breathless, weakly, you asked, “How we doin’ back there, honey?”

Jason chuckled, pressing another kiss to your shoulder, “We’re good, baby. You good for me to keep going?”

“Yeah, but wait,” You said sheepishly. “Can we change positions? I wanna try a new one.”

Jason nodded, a bit hesitant at first because he liked the way the two of you were— You were certainly enjoying it in any case. Though, that didn’t stop him from slowly removing himself from you with a whimper.

Taking the arm you already holding, you pulled him to lie behind you on his side, essentially making him spoon you. Jason, once he realized what you were doing, was enthusiastic about fucking you while essentially cuddling. He slipped his hand under your ass and up the back of your thigh, pushing your leg up in the air so he could align himself back at your entrance. There was little resistance as he pushed in, only taking a second to make sure you were okay before bucking his hips against you again.

He was thrusting faster and wild this time, losing a lot of the constraint from before. Jason liked this position, it gave him easier access to other parts of your body and he just felt a fuck ton closer to you. Skin pressed against skin, and there was no hiding your face into a pillow or hiding how much you liked it. As you were quickly a blubbering mess, nails digging into Jason’s forearms as his arms held you to him so incredibly tight.

He was whispering shit into your hair, but fuck all if you were listening—completely blocking him out when his fingers found your clit again. You squealed, still sensitive from earlier. Jason groaned, his lips finding the nape of your neck and sucking a hickey into the soft skin. While you attempted to turn your head to kiss him, you finally came again. Your orgasm was sudden and unanticipated, washing over you so quickly that you didn’t have time to register Jason finally capturing your lips with his.

“Jason,” You sobbed, turning to look down at where your bodies conjoined. You could see your slick covering the inside of your thighs and his cock, and it send butterflies to your stomach. Suddenly, you cried out, “Fuck, I want you to come in me.”

Jason whimpered lightly into your ear, a sound so sweet and pitiful. He was so close, you could feel him twitch inside you as he tried to pull you closer. With both arms wrapped around your waist, his hips snapped forward in desperation.

“Oh, fuck,” He whispered into your ear. “I’m gonna…fuck, sweetheart—Gonna cum.”

Before you could say anything he stilled, letting out a breathy moan against your ear. Having him cum in you was another kind of pleasure you didn’t know you’d been yearning for, and he certainly had been holding back. When Jason pulled out, whimpering as he did, he couldn’t help himself as he push himself back in—causing an obscene squelch sound you didn’t think be recreated outside of porn.

“Shit,” He breathed against your ear after a few minutes. “You’re so fucking good.”

Letting out a quick laugh, you turned to give him a peck on the lips. “Right back at ya, handsome.”

Jason chuckled before loosening his grip around your waist, just enough that you took the opportunity to wiggle away. As much as you loved the feeling of his cum in you, you never quite liked the mess.

“Babe, no,” Jason whined. “Stay.”

You giggled, trying to withstand the jelly feeling in your legs, before waddling to the bathroom. Jason smiled to himself as he sat up, reaching for his phone. “Are you hungry, sweetheart?” He had felt hungry for the past hour but was too entrenched in the sex to pay attention to the feeling. “I’m famished.”

“Who the fuck says famished, Jason?” You called back, laughing.

He snickered, “People who read.”

“I read!” Your voice grew louder as you opened the door. “And, yes, I am very hungry.”

Jason shook his head, “Said like someone who doesn’t read.”

You laughed, picking out some clothes from your drawer before turning to him again. “You know, I bet there is no one else in the entire world who has sexier pillow talk than us.”

Jason’s laugh was a low rumble that was welcoming to the ears and you abandoning the clothes you had picked out. Almost instantly he noticed what you were doing, putting his phone off to the side and saying, “Well, look what all that lack of reading and too much talking is about to get you now.”

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