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satoruwiki · 2 months

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Roommate gojo stealing your plushies to hump them

⊹ ˚�� ▹ MODERN PROBLEMS, MODERN SOLUTIONS!

MINORS, AGELESS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI.

content: nsfw; smut; afab!f!reader; pervy!gojo; roommate!au; masturbation

w.c: 0.9k

n/a: somebody get this man a fleshlight before he makes a hole on your stuff 😭lol. any feedback/request/interaction supporting this post is very much appreciated <3 previously on pervy roommate!gojo.

Since the 'pillow incident,' as you called it, you stopped Satoru from doing your laundry.

"Why? Did I ruin one of your clothes?" He asked, his eyes wide like the ones of a puppy being scolded.

You bit back from saying 'yes,' unsure of how to address the situation, "No, it's just... I've been thinking that maybe it's a little weird for you, a guy, to wash my clothes, y'know?"

"I really appreciate your help, 'toru, but I feel a little awkward to have you wash my underwear. It'd be best if I did it myself."

Doubt gnawed at his mind. Had you seen him without him noticing? If so, when? How could he know? To try to talk about it even in passing would be like walking on a landmine; it would raise suspicions in case his theory was false. Satoru had not perceived any anomaly in your attitude -except for the latter- nor in your relationship with him, so what motivated you to suddenly make such a decision?

Whatever the reason, you had deprived him of a means to yearn for you, as he liked to describe it. Now that he had no reason to enter your room without permission and apparent reason, he must either make do or come up with another idea. You may not have known it yet, but Satoru was persistent and determined.

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"Stop! It's not funny!" you giggled, throwing your plushie back at him, "you're gonna mess up my hair. It took me hours to get it right," you turned back to your vanity mirror, finishing your makeup with a fine coat of lip gloss on your lips.

Satoru gave you a funny look. "It did not take you hours," he said incredulously.

"It did, but you would not know that because you're a man, and guys don't know the real struggles of making yourself pretty," you answered matter-of-factly, "I almost had a breakdown getting these fuckers to look even," you pointed to your eyeliner.

"Anyway, I gotta go now. Text me if you're gonna bring a girl here; I wouldn't want to walk on you like last time," you said, heading out.

Satoru rolled his eyes, feeling his cheeks burn that you remembered that little incident. "That was months ago!" you heard before closing the door behind you.

Okay, maybe it wasn't totally an accident; he just wanted to see what would be your reaction if you caught him having sex with another girl. He felt very disappointed when you were so chill about it; it made him feel dumb to think his genius plan would work.

"My god, why does she always remember the embarrassing bits?" Satoru groaned under his breath with shame in his words, bringing his hands to his face, trying to hide from his embarrassment.

Satoru felt a whirlwind of nerves and frustration inside him. He wondered how much longer he could stand hiding his feelings from you. It felt like the more he spent time with you, the harder it got. How much more could he take without you? Without embracing your silky soft lips against his, without exploring the curves of your body and discovering what makes you reach ecstasy, without marking your skin with tokens of love and hearing those honey-sweet sounds that ring like an unparalleled symphony to his ears.

"Fuck," Satoru whined, closing his lips shut to stifle his sounds as he palmed his pulsing hard cock over his tented pants, his mind wandering off in libidinous places.

Satoru cursed; he couldn't use your pillow or your underwear to relieve his cock, not without risking your suspicions raising. He moaned in discomfort; he needed something that belonged to you (or that at least had your scent on), or he couldn't tame down his libido.

His hand brushed against the soft texture of the plushie, causing his eyes to pry open. He gazed at the cuddly plush creature and hesitated; should he profane something so adorable? It still had traces of your perfume on it...

He hoped you could forgive him if you ever find out what happened, he implored mentally, inhaling your fragrance from the poor cuddly toy. Soft whimpers escaped him, feeling close... to you. Sometimes, he liked to pretend you were watching him or were actively participating, that his hand wasn't his and was your warm fingers palming his cock instead, talking him through it with that velvety voice of yours. "Fuck, yes baby, I love you so, so much," he babbled, grinding over the soft toy.

Satoru hovered over the plushie and humped it with abandon, the wet patch on his pants getting larger and larger the more he sought friction with the inanimate toy and chased his climax. He wrinkled the sheets underneath him by fisting them tightly, panting and babbling nonsense about you and the things he'd do to you if you just gave him a chance.

His muscles tensed and his body writhed, his orgasm drawing a strangled noise out of him. Satoru let his body plop on the mattress, his chest heaving and eyes lidded, blissed out and tired. His gaze slowly drifted to the toy in his hand, and he mentally cursed himself, watching it now soiled with translucent, slimy fluid.

—

"Smells like detergent, did you clean it?" You asked, sniffing on the toy that usually sat on your bed, now smelling like fresh linen instead of its usual scent.

Satoru twiddled his fingers, giving you an apologetic look. "Yeah, sorry, I accidentally spilled something on it."

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madlittlecriminal · 7 months

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Hi, didn't know if your requests were still open but I was wondering if you could make a one shot for blue beetle. Spoilers but y'know how in the movie Khaji Da blatantly says whatever like emotional thing or physically thing is happening to Jaime? Kinda a one shot with that same concept where Khaji Da keeps telling Jaime what he's feeling or *feeling* towards the reader and the reader like asks Jaime what's up causs he keeps arguing with Khaji Da. It can me suggestive, smutty or fluffy, or all. All up to you! :)

Wing...A.I.? ➜ Jaime Reyes × Female!Reader

lol that end scene made me crack up with jenny

Warnings: friends to lovers, slight angst, smut, dry humping, blue balls/no finish

title is based off 'wingman' but because khaji da is an alien/a.i., it didn't feel right to say that, especially since im 90% sure khaji doesn't have a specific gender

He was annoyed. As much as he loved Khaji Da for being there for him, it was days like these where he would groan and wished he never opened the box.

You had came over since he offered to binge watch the new season of one of the many shows you both watched together.

"I can feel your heartbeat has increased, Jaime." The alien A.I.'s voice echoed through his ear, making him groan. "Not now, Khaji!" He whisper yelled as you were in the kitchen grabbing bottles of water for the both of you. "It only happens when she's around."

"Stop!" You raise a brow as you hand him the bottle of water. "You alright?" He nodded and chugged the water, making you slightly confused. "Uh, okay..." Jaime gave you a forced smile before turning towards the TV and played the show. You rested your head on his shoulder making his breath hitch slightly. "Your breathing has increased, and your heart rate has increased even more." Jaime groaned. "¡Khaji, por favor!" (Khaji, please!) You looked at him, brows furrowed as you tilt your head to the side. "Jaime, what the hell is going on with you and Khaji Da?" He shook his head and cleared his throat. "Nothing..."

You gave him a look he knew too well; it was the look his mom gave him when he was in trouble. "Jaime..." he huffed out a breath and ran his fingers through his curls. "Khaji's been bugging me about...something." You frown. "Obviously, but what?" He sighed. "I can't tell you."

"Liar." Jaime rolls his eyes at their words. "I mean, I could, but I don't...want to tell you." You gasp and rest a hand on his shoulder, feigning shock. "What?" He chuckled, but his breath caught in his throat when your hand trailed down to his bicep. "Your blood is-"

"Shh!" You giggled at him. "What did she say?" He shook his head. "Nothing I don't already know." You sighed. "Just talk to me, Jaime. What's up?" He took a deep breath. "If I tell you, it could change our friendship..." You snort. "Don't tell me another alien A.I. crawled up your butt." He glared at you. "For the last time, it didn't crawl up my butt." You laughed and nod, pulling out your pinky. "I pinky promise it won't change our friendship." He hooked his pinky with yours and gave you a shy smile. "I-I like you, (Y/N)...but more than just a friend."

Your eyes went wide as you looked at him. "Oh." He gulped at your response, but quickly regained his composure when you leaned in. "For how long?" You asked. "For a while now actually..." he admits while his hand reaches over to touch your cheek. "Well, you and me both..." now it was his eyes that widened at your words. "Really?" You nod. "Jaime, just kiss her." Jaime chuckled at Khaji Da's words before leaning in to place a kiss on your lips. You giggled into the kiss before kissing him back. His thumb caressed your cheek as you both got lost into the kiss, your heart racing before you eased your way onto his lap. He moaned into the kiss as his hands trailed down to your hips.

You broke the kiss with a smirk that made him chuckle. "So Khaji Da's your little helper when it comes to relationships?" He laughed. "You could say that." You shook your head with a smile before kissing him again while his hands trailed up and down your sides. Your hands gripped his shirt as your tongue slid across his bottom lip. He opened his mouth, allowing you access and letting your tongues dance along each other. You both let out a satisfied moan before you moved your hips against his. He groaned into the kiss as his hands traveled down to your hips once more. Jaime couldn't help himself as he moved you both so that you were laying on the couch and he was on top of you.

"Are we moving too fast?" He asked against your lips. "We could stop if you want." He shook his head before pecking your lips. "We can keep doing this. I don't mind." You bite your lip as your eyes met his. Jaime moved his hips against yours, causing you to moan. He leaned down and began leaving a trail of kisses on your neck as he continued to grind on you. You tangled your fingers into his curls as you buck your hips against his. He moaned against your neck as he kept going. You were both so close. The moment was right there. He felt it and you felt it.

Then your phone rang, the ringtone that belonged to your mom echoed through the room. "You got to be kidding me." He groaned as he got off of you, letting you go to your phone and answering it. "You're frustrated." He chuckled as he caught his breath. "You have no idea, Khaji."

#jaime reyes x reader #jaime reyes x you #jaime reyes #jaime reyes x y/n #blue beetle #blue beetle x reader #blue beetle x you #blue beetle x y/n #jaime reyes smut #smut #reader insert #x reader #asks #ask #anonymous #dc universe #anon asks #anonymous asks #dceu

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hunterbunter3000 · 1 year

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SWEETHEART HAS A WOMB TATTOO????!!!!

YUUPPPPP

Womb tattoos are my everything. I want one EXTREMELY badly, so Sweetheart has one LOL

I got an example that show yall what I'm talking about!

I'm in love.

Tw: talk about scars (under the cut)

Omfg Soap was so shocked when he saw it. (He was the first one to see it) and he's been in love with it ever since. Like-- it's an obsession LOL

He bugs her about it CONSTANTLY

Soap: You sure I can't see it?

Soap: Maybe I'll finish my task if I could take a peek at ye tattoo, eh?

Soap, panicking: Is your tattoo okay?

Sweetheart: Suds, I got shot.

Soap: Yeah but is the tattoo okay?

Soap, laying on her lap: Y'know if I got a lil' peek at your tattoo, my crops would be watered.

Sweetheart: WOULD YOU S T O P WITH MY TATTOO

Soap, whining: I WANNA SEE IT AGAAIINNNN

Sweetheart: NO ONCE WAS ENOUGH

Soap's outbursts about Sweet's tattoo has been making everyone SO CURIOUS like what tattoo are you talking about

So she sighs and shows them, pulls up her shirt and they see THAT PICTURE

AND THEY SEE THAT PICTUUUREE

Babes, Roach and Horangi pass out. HA

Ghost and Price were so bug eyed omg

Krueger broke his glass- like it SHATTERED in his hand

Rudy and König got nosebleeds and Alex turned so red he looked like he exploded

Gaz and Alejandro are no where to be found (they just left and took a breather) and Soap is fucking TAKING PICTURES

Price: You have a womb tattoo.

Sweetheart: Yup.

Price: A Succubus. Womb tattoo.

Sweetheart, smirking: Honestly surprised y'know about that, Cap.

Price, turning red: I--

Ghost: Is that the only one you have?

Sweetheart: Nah, I have more

Soap: WAIT YOU HAVE MORE

Sweetheart: YES I HAVE MORE-- But you aren't gonna see 'em. All of them cover alot of scars I have. Especially this one.

Her hand goes over the womb tattoo and Soap now notices the long horizontal scar that lays on her brown skin. It's a lighter color, and you can see the small hump of new skin.

They all saw the far away look in her eyes, and made themselves a goal to appreciate her body HEHEH (and try to see the rest but that's a side mission)

And now they're all obsessed with that tattoo- I WOULDN'T BLAME THEM

So when König sleeps on Sweetheart, he would peek under her shirt and just stare at it with heart eyes until he feels a slap on his head and sees Sweets frown at him

And then she would grit out "put my damn shirt back down and go to sleep" like a mom telling you to back that candy LOL and he would whine and be all sad like a PUPPY

And Krueger-- so disrespectful 😒

Krueger would feel her hips and then lift up her shirt and just stare at it while Sweetheart would yell at him. He would chuckle and sigh "You know you don't have to hide yourself from me. Meine kleine Göttin, you're perfect inside and out." He lays her down on his bed and his thumbs caress the tattoo. Her breath hitches, "Krueger--" He hums, pulling up his hood to his nose, showing off his pink scarred lips. "My words aren't getting through you." He bends down and kisses the middle of the heart. Sweetheart flinches from the soft feeling, especially from such a low area. Krueger has a job to do, and he's gonna do it right. "So how about I show you instead?"

Uhm- 🧍‍♀️yeah LMAOO

The others just stare and sneak in some touches alot. Like passing by her, especially Ghost omg he would shimmy behind her, rasping out " 'cuse me" and his hands would slide to the middle of her womb and caress it-- and then he would leave 🧍‍♀️BITCH--

Rudy would subconsciously rest his hands there. Like if she's cooking, he would come behind her and ask questions, not knowing that his hands found their way to the tattoo 💀 OMG he would become so damn red when Sweetheart points it out. He doesn't mean to do it, it just HAPPENS (he's so cute tho)

Roach would wait. Like- he would wait until she's comfortable showing it to him. Since he knows she has a soft spot for him, it won't be that long 💅✨️ And she would pat his head while rubbing his face into the tattoo 💀

Horangi and Alex would ask about it more than wanting to see it. (I mean ofc they want to see it-- it's fucking hot) Alex would have sad eyes, listening on how she got the scar and try to cover it, and Horangi would trace the tattoo while Alex would trace the scar. Ugh they make me weak

Gaz would be too flustered to even ASK about it-- if he saw her shirt ride up he would immediately look away and clear his throat (he would have to go to the bathroom LOL)

Price would just stare at it, fantasies going wild 💀

Soap, OBVIOUSLY, would still be obsessed with it. Ugh he would gush about it and ask questions while tickling Sweetheart

Soap, smug: When d'ya get it done, eh? Hm?

Sweetheart, getting tickled: HEHEHEH I-- ACK- I GOT IT DONE AT MY H-HOME TOWN

Soap, grinning and still tickling her: Oohhh, and where are your others? Tell me tell me

Sweetheart: SOAP YOU-- FILTHY BITCH IM NOT- AHHAHAHA IM NOT TELLING YOU

Soap: You will soon, Bonnie!

And she would just show it to Graves. Like legit, he just asked him if he wants to see something and then shows him the tattoo. And she's so MEAN- telling him that no one would believe him that he saw it, and would just walk away while he's still processing what he just saw

OMG AND KEEGAN

He's so-- I love him too GOD he honestly saw it accidentally, he saw all of them accidentally 💀 he walked in on her while she was changing and he wanted to die. They were both freaking out, Keegan apologizing every second and Sweetheart saying it's okay while frantically getting dressed and trying not to fall (his favorite is her sleeves and the womb) no one knows this happened

Keegan, still flustered: We bring this to our Graves.

Sweetheart: Agreed.

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grlpartdoll · 2 months

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Ok so the first post I made about famous!reader and bodyguard!Simon made me think about something interesting. How would Simon react to his lamb actually getting sick or being in a bad place? I am sick, so this is incredibly self indulgent, lol.

afab!reader, mdni with any of my work pls.

You sip quietly, watching through your lashes as Simon types something on his phone. It's late at night — one am. Way past the bedtime established by the man himself.

There's only one light on, and it's the one in the hallway. It illuminates only half of his face, highlighting a sharp jaw, a scarred brow and lip, a once (or twice) broken nose.

When you shift uncomfortably, he peers down at you again, his eyes immediately brought to you when you sputter a little, water refusing to go down.

"Doc's beeper is off." He announces, turning off his phone and bending his knees a little to lower himself to your height. As you slowly move your cup of warm water down on-top of your thighs, you cup your throat, a desolate frown on your face.

He motions for you to open your mouth, raising a hand to pinch your chin gently between his fingers. He looks at the state of your throat, at the cough drop you're using sitting idly behind your teeth.

He shakes his head. "Still inflamed."

You pout. Quietly, you try to speak, but he shoots you a look you know too well.

"Y'know the procedure, Bambi."

You give a glance at the camera crew stuck at the door. The rule that Simon had firmly introduced and stuck to ever since the documentary had begun filming between the walls of your home — no cameras in your room, and none at the door if it was closed. The only reason its open now is because your manager had scolded him about the documentary not containing enough raw footage of what it was like to live in your skin. All of its current footage was made up of carefully nitpicked moments Simon allowed people to witness and nothing else.

Even this, you know, is eating away at him.

And at you, too.

It's shameful, to pull out your rusty signing skills when there are cameras there. When it's just you and Simon, it's.. different. You know he doesn't judge.

His hand tightens around your jaw a little. Nothing painful. But it jostles you back to reality, bringing your gaze back to him.

"Focus o'me. Just you and me." He whispers. You hope the cameras don't pick it up. Maybe, if you're lucky, they won't have. Afterall, you don't have mics strapped on — the whole crew had been sitting in your kitchen eating when Simon called your name, noticing (or hearing?) you tiptoeing to the bathroom for a drink, and none of them had had time to get mics on anyone because of how quickly it had all happened. Or, well, it could also be because he slammed the bathroom door closed and then proceeded to corner you in the bathroom until you admitted you couldn't sleep because your throat was hurting. He only let the cameras film you after you'd confirmed ten times over that you were okay with them filming you.

You start to go through the words in your head, translating them into jerky movements of your hands. He nods as you sign "it doesn't hurt anymore"

"That's the cough drops," he whispers, and his voice sounds so intimate that you want to melt into it. He tucks your blankets around you, and takes the hot pack from your bedside table, silently applying it to your throat.

With your performance just tomorrow where you're supposed to sing live, this is really not something you want. You get the flu too easily, you have a shit immune system, had always been like that since you were a kid, but today, it feels even more disappointing because it's ruining something important you'd been practicing for a very, very long time.

You hum. It feels tight in your throat, and you cough again, trying to alleviate the pressure.

"Alright, alright, get it out," he moves the two of you around until you're on your side, and he's sitting right beside you. You're curled around him, and he's patting your back, rubbing it soothingly. The flue meds would kick in soon enough — knock you out. But for now, you worry, and you're angry.

You stick your hands up at him. You sign too quickly — clumsily ; "told you we shouldn't have went to the award show. Someone there was sick as hell and we all know it was—."

As he glares at the cameras trying to catch what you're signing, he also expertly catches your hands and lowers them to his lap before you can do or say something stupid, warming them in his impossibly warm ones.

"Stop fussing," he grumbles quietly, probably meaning for it to sound reprimanding, but it comes out more like a plea. "Go to sleep. We'll deal with this in the morning."

You sigh, burrying your face in your blankets. He keeps rubbing your back.

You eventually dig yourself out of the blankets, fever making your body run hotter. He helps you move on top of them until you're laying on your back, your upper body raised by a shit ton of pillows. He sits next to you like you're on your death bed. Something about the situation makes you want to laugh, even though you're a bit upset.

He still holds your hands.

When his hold on them finally loosens, though, when he probably thinks you're finally succumbing to the medication, you move your hands up again and sign, calmly this time ; "sorry for waking you up."

He fixes some strands of hair that fall in your face, sticking to the beading sweat on your temples. He shakes his head, his face severe and strangely.. comforting. Every harsh slope, every cruel swipe of scars, every movement. It all feels like home to you. His hand lingers on your temple. Calloused and scarred too, but he touches you with so much gentleness you only feel the soft edges of his fingers.

"Sleep, kid." He finally murmurs. You know the cameras and the crew don't catch that. "Please. You'll feel better in the morning."

You doubt it, but you close your eyes, and let his presence sway you into sleep anyway.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x afab!reader #ghost x reader #ghost #ghost cod #bodyguard!simon #bodyguard!ghost #famous!reader

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ventitititi · 1 year

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could i request diluc w a breeding kink 🫣🫣🫣 (or thoma or childe or all three 😊)

Nonny ily I'm sorry this too so long pls enjoy ❤️❤️

Cw/tw: NSFW, afab!reader, gn!pronouns, breeding kink (duh lol), nicknames (love, sweetheart,baby), daddy kink, these are kinda short tbh, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, cream pies

Diluc

Dilucs hips pushed into you, thrusting at a steady pace as he littered your neck with kisses. Between each he whispered words of affection, fingers working at your clit in sync with his thrusts.

"you're doing so well for me, sweetheart, so, so good f'me."

He groaned when you clenched down on him in response, choking out a raspy, "like that?"

He pulled back a little to smile at you, "like when I tell you how good you are? Like pleasing daddy?"

Your moans told him all he needed to know. He worked to push himself even deeper into you, eventually shifting so he had you in a mating press.

And when you came with a cry of his name, he pushed as far into you as he could, kissing at the tears on your cheeks. His own cum filling you to the brim as he breathed a low moan.

He didn't pull out just yet, kept kissing your cheeks and whispering assurances he'd give you a baby, no matter how many tries it takes him to fuck one into you.

Thoma

"shh, shh, shh pretty, I've got you, don't worry."

Thumbs brushed tears borne of overstimulation from your cheeks, his green eyes maintaining eye contact with you.

You moaned and arched into him when he hit all your sweetspots, having long since memorized just what takes you apart the fastest.

"that's it, love, so perfect for me. Just relax and let me fill you, hm? Let me breed you?"

Your gasping and moaning, but still manage to let out an airy, "yes! Yes please, wan' it so bad."

His hips adopt a harsher pace, "don't worry love, I'll give you just what you want, okay?"

And true to his word, he was soon emptying a load into your twitching cunt, pulling out to admire his work with a soft grin. He swipes a finger through the cum leaking from you, pressing it back inside despite your whimpered protests.

"shh baby, just making sure nothing goes to waste."

Childe

He bullied his dick into you, nibbling at your ear and grunting when he settled in to the hilt. "Gods, baby, drive me crazy, y'know that? Asking me to fuck a baby into you like that..."

He's quick to adopt a fast pace, your legs thrown over his shoulders, his thumb running sticky circles over your clit. Your moans resonated with the sticky slap from where he thrust into your cunt, a smirk spreading across his lips as he watched your eyes gloss over.

"Can't wait to see you pregnant, baby, archons m'gonna give you as many kids as you want..."

One hand reaches to roll your nipple between his fingers, leaning down and littering nips and bites across your neck. He's groaning lowly, continuing to tell you all about his plans on fucking so many babies into you, enough to fill a home.

And when he finally, finally unloads into you, he's pressing his hips closer to yours, not pulling out and kiss your cheeks. "Let me sleep like this? Just wanna make sure it takes, kay baby?"

#: ̗̀➛whiskey in a teacupೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ #: ̗̀➛lost is a good place to startೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ #genshin smut #genshin x reader smut #genshin x reader #childe x reader #childe smut #diluc x reader #diluc smut #thoma x reader #thoma smut #fem!reader

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thelovelylolly · 6 months

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hey hey 🫶🫶

i saw ur requests were open so i thought eh why not 😚😚 can i plss get an eddie x like a hippie reader?? like crystals, stevie nicks, tarot cards the works yk??

tyyy 🩷🩷

Crystal Chick

Summary: Eddie, the metalhead and freak, has a crush on you, the resident hippie of Hawkins High. Warnings: fem!reader (she/her pronouns are used), reader is described as shorter than eddie, let me know if i missed any! Notes: ive recently gotten into crystals and tarot, so i love this request! im not like a full on hippie, but im definitely leaning towards it lol

"Wait, wait, wait, you like the crystal chick?"

Eddie grumbled and looked away to hide his blush. His friends, the Hellfire Club, just put two and two together and he knew they were gonna tease him. He noticed you on the first day of school, driving by him with Stevie Nicks blaring from your car. Since then, you've always caught his eye whether you knew it or not.

"She's not just a crystal chick, Mike," Eddie answered, glaring at Mike and the rest of the table. "She's a hippie, I think."

"That means she's a crystal chick."

"Does it matter? Eddie Munson likes a hippie!" Dustin added.

Eddie rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair.

He remembered when you two first talked. You were in the theater room, where Hellfire is usually hosted, and you were doing a tarot reading. Eddie walked in and you looked up at him, a little upset that he messed with your reading.

"Can I help you?" You had asked him, already collecting the crystals and cards you had laid out.

"Oh, uh, my club meets here..." Eddie answered, trailing off as you stood up.

Your outfit was eclectic, but flowy. You had stacks of necklaces on, some with moons and suns, other with crystals. Your rings were the same, you had on bangles and your earrings dangled low. You put your things in your patched up bag and stood in front of him, breaking him from his thoughts.

"You a metalhead or something?" You asked, looking up at him with your hands on your hips.

"Are you a hippie or something?" He countered, a smile pulling at his lips.

You smirked before walking past him and calling back, "see ya around."

With that, you were gone and Eddie had a crush on you.

"Hey, look! Here she comes!" Dustin said a bit too loudly, breaking Eddie from his flashback.

You walked past the Hellfire table with your patched up bag slung over arm and your lunch bag in your hand. You had on beat-up bellbottom jeans with a flowy top that tied in the front, and you had on your usual eclectic accessories. You glanced at Eddie as you passed by then continued to your usual spot.

The other guys went crazy when they saw you look at Eddie, who was still watching you as you reached your spot in the corner of the cafeteria and sat down.

"You should go talk to her!" Dustin eagerly suggested, the others agreeing with him.

Eddie shook his head, picking at his food as a distraction. "No, I...I don't think she would like me. I'm not her type."

"How do you know that?" Gareth asked.

"Have you seen her? She's beautiful and her style is so cool, plus she's pretty smart to remember all those crystals and cards and stuff. I'm just, y'know, me."

"Boo! Enough self-doubt, just go try! You don't know what's gonna happen," Dustin replied.

Eddie thought about it for a moment, weighing the pros and cons. Pros: you'd actually like him back or at least want to be friends with him. Cons: he embarrasses himself and further cements his place as a freak. But he didn't really care. He sighed and got up, the rest of the guys cheering as they watched him walk over to you.

You were picking at your food and reading a book with crystals on the torn up cover. You heard Eddie's footsteps as he got closer and looked up. You closed your book and leaned forward when he sat across from you.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," you replied, a small smile on his face. Since your first interaction with him, you found out that Eddie Munson was the school freak and the leader of the D&D club. You also found out that he was in fact a metal head and was in a band. You wanted to talk to him more, but you never found a good time.

"I, uh, I saw you walk over here and thought I'd join you," Eddie started, then quickly added, "but I can go if you want to be left alone. I don't want to intrude or anything."

You giggled at his awkwardness. "You can stay. I don't mind, Eddie."

"Okay, cool..."

You two were quiet for a few minutes, the rest of the chatter from the cafeteria keeping it from being too awkward. You noticed how he fidgeted with his rings, a habit you have yourself. You smiled and covered his hands with yours, stopping his fidgeting and causing him to look at you with blush on his cheeks.

"You have a question for me, don't you?" You asked.

"H-how'd you know?" He replied, not pulling his hands away from you.

"I had a feeling," you answered, "and maybe my cards told me."

Eddie laughed. "Well, uh, I was just wondering...would you wanna hang out with me sometime?"

"I would love to," you said, "I was gonna ask you the same thing but I never found the right time."

"Great, um, would you wanna meet after school? I know this spot where we can hang out and it's just by the football field. Maybe you could give me a tarot reading?"

You giggled. "Sounds like a plan."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fan fic #strangers things fanfiction

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lovingtetsurou · 7 months

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-`｡ cosplay — kuroo tetsurou. ˚ˎ-

cw : smut 1K. established relationship. somewhat pwp. self-indulgent. cosplaying. reader is shorter than kuroo. mentions reader has a slightly foul mouth lol. petnames (sweetheart, sweet girl, doll, princess). a/n : kuroo brainrot. word dump. not proofread. i'm just thinking with my pus– idk how or why but this idea just came to me, popped out of nowhere when i saw this cute elf-ish, cottage-core, fairy-core, outfit in a game that i was playing so... enjoy ig bcs i sure did ;) p.s. reader's not cosplaying a particular anime character!

after losing a bet, you now find yourself changing into an elf costume. it was kuroo's idea. it's a cosplay of a character, but you didn't know who it was since you weren't that much familiar with anime like kuroo was. (ironic, isn't it?)

'hmm, not bad.' you thought to yourself as you looked at the mirror and scanned the outfit.

a lilac themed palette. cinderella-like shoes. a short, ruffled dress that emphasized your waist and long, puffy, loose, chiffon sleeves that are fitted on the wrist. an off shoulder top that showed off the collarbones. daisy flowers tightly wrapped around the neck. crystal-like jewelry hung by the ears. and the cherry on top: a ferronnières.

“knock knock. you alright there, baby? you're not chickening out, are you?” your lover spoke at the other side of the door, the smirk evident in his tone. after rolling your eyes and holding back a smile, you took one last look at yourself and decided to show him what he's been waiting for. “hold your horses, will ya? i'm comin' out. and don't you dare laugh or you'll get kicked in the nuts.”

kuroo always found your vulgar language amusing as it contrasted your demure demeanor. he felt nice knowing you could be honest around him without holding back.

you opened the door and took a step back, letting the man in front of you get a better look at you.

beautiful. ethereal. pristine. elegant. pure. chaste. innocent. divine. heavenly. there were countless words to describe you, yet he could only stare. his mind had gone blank at the sight of an angel. his angel.

well, technically, his elf, right now,

“how is it?” you slowly asked, not knowing why you did. maybe it's because you initially thought that this was a dumb idea, but now that you've tried it, it might not be so bad. maybe it's because at the start, you wanted to just play and get a good laugh out of this, but now you actually wanted him to like it.

your fingers started fidgeting with the hem of the dress, avoiding eye contact at all costs, not wanting to feel more embarrassed than you already were.

“this might not be bad y'know. the dress is kinda nice. though i don't know much about the character so i don't know whether it would've been better if i had put on some makeup or not– mmph” before you could even finish your sentence, he snatched your lips with his, delicately cupping your cheek as he kissed you with much fervor, but at the same time, he was gentle and careful.

after he was satisfied, he pulled himself back to admire you once more since the first time, he got carried away and didn't have much time to take you all in. you normally take him all in.

“did you know–” he paused, eyes finally landing back on yours after engraving this image in his memory. “it's my favorite character because it reminded me of you.” he smiled that adoring smile of his that always got you so down bad.

“and why's that?” you tried to hold back a grin as you got ahead of yourself. kuroo chuckled, pinching both of your cheeks with a goofy look on his face. “because they look so innocent but they have the nastiest mouth.” he kids which earns him a playful (but strong, nevertheless) slap on his arm.

“i do not. i just curse, a lot.” you defensively retort.

“oh yeah? we'll see about that. i'd love to watch you eat your words, or in your case, spit it all up.”

kuroo is a man of his words, and he sure doesn't like to back down.

after the hazy happenings, you're now the one getting slapped on your ass. only this time around, it's kuroo's thighs that are smacking your backside with his length sliding in and out of your gaping hole.

your wrists were pinned above your head by tetsurou who's only using one arm to tie you down as his other is busy toying with your mounds, pinching and pulling. his mouth would alternate between sucking on your areolas, making out with you, and leaving bites on your collarbones, neck, earlobe, everywhere his lips could reach.

it felt hotter because he was fucking you with your clothes still on. your bare skin before was now decorated with blooming red and purple love marks.

despite getting all down and dirty, in kuroo's eyes, you still managed to look so magnificent, so angelic. the sounds you make were another case, however. spewing curses, lewd moans, salacious whines, lustful begging; it's a succubus speaking.

“yes? feels so good that you're finally showing your true colors, sweetheart?”

“ohh fuck me— yesyes right there that's the spot! your cock's going so deep inside me it's like your fucking me to heaven— hnng don't stop please, breed me, wreck my insides and reshape it, fill me up with your cum will you? please please—!”

he twitches inside of you from how horny you get that your rambles get so debaucherous.

“fuck. my sweet girl. every damn time, you still take my breath away.” he chuckles, amused, so turned on, and close to his high which was evident from his sloppy movements.

“shit, so close, doll. come with me, yeah? i'll give you all that i have. gonna fill you up to the brim and breed your dirty, little, hole. you'd like that, won't you, princess?”

“oh my god, yesyes i'd like that a lot— hnngah fuck 'm gonna cum so hard on your dick!” your walls pulsated around him, getting tighter and tighter from the pleasure that was threatening to spill. and after just a single flick, everything crumbles apart.

the aftermath was just as fun, especially for kuroo.

“curse a lot my ass.” he weakly laughs, giving you a kiss on your temple as he tries to catch his breath.

you lightly smack his shoulder, body slumping against tetsurou who instinctively pulls you to lay down on his chest, hands automatically brushing your hair to soothe you and calm you down, all the while giving you loving kisses here and there.

“but it's one of the things i love about you, so don't go holding back on me and just curse me endlessly. knew it was your love language from the start.” he chuckles, giving you a longer kiss to shut you up. not that you're complaining.

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astarasstuff · 8 months

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welcome arms- gojo satoru, geto suguru

suguru and satoru have been there for you since you first met them in highschool. that includes comforting you when your asshole boyfriend treats you like shit. when your boyfriend ends up cheating on you, they take a much different approach to comforting you this time...

word count: i cant be bothered right now LOL

contents: fem!reader, cheating (on reader by ex), like very light angst(breakups) fluffy!!! smut, soft dom! gojo and geto, multiple orgasms(r! receiving) fingering, pet names (pretty girl, pretty, love, sweetheart, princess, angel) eiffel tower (i think?) oral (geto receiving), creampie, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap as always!) aftercare! implied polyamory! i think that’s everything but if i missed something let me know! 18+ please, mdni!!!!

notes: holy shit first fanfic ever! im so nervous AH (this is code for give me some grace if its bad and DONT BE MEAN😣) anyways these two are always constantly on my mind 4ever.

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to say that satoru and suguru were upset when you knocked on their dorm door, tears streaming down that pretty little face of yours, wouldn't be quite the truth. it was about 2 o'clock in the morning, when satorus phone started ringing on his nightstand, the contact 'pretty girl' illuminating his screen. you'd given him shit for that name, detailing how your shithead boyfriend would freak if he saw it- satoru didn't budge. his brow furrows, and he picks up the phone, wondering why on earth you were calling him at such an hour.

"y' alright, sweetness?" satoru asks, voice groggy from being awoken. a frown quickly filled his then sleepy face, when the sound of your little hiccups and sniffles left the phones speaker. "you couldn’t get as much as word out between your sobs, and satoru immediately shoots up in his bed, and makes his way to sugurus room. "angel, what happened?" alarm filling his voice. he starts to hear your sobs calm down enough for to talk. "I didn't know who else to call- I'm sorry for waking you, 'toru, ill jus-" satoru immediately cuts you off, sensing that you were about to apologise for interrupting his sleep. "don't do that, don't apologise. I'm glad you did, pretty girl, y'know i'd always be here, no matter the time." he pads down the hall and knocks on sugurus door with urgency. as you attempt to gather your words, satoru hears suguru groan and walk over to the door. "what on earth do you want at his hour" suguru complains, evidently pissed he’d been woken up so abruptly. however, the anger immediately leaves his body as satoru holds a finger up to his lips, signaling suguru to listen. its then that he here smalls sobs coming from satorus phone.

'its y/n' satoru mouths to him, and suguru feels anxiety flood his veins. sugurus about to ask why you're crying, (and why on earth your still on the phone to satoru and not at their dorm yet, in their arm) when he hears your voice, nasally and small with shame. "he- he cheated-" you manage to produce between sobs. oh fuck no. your asshole boyfriend? cheat on you? satoru immediatly instructs you to come to theirs, and after multiple refusals on your end, they finally convince you. as they waited for your arrival, satoru still being on the phone with you, they wondered how your -now ex- boyfriend even had the audacity to cheat on you. for starters, they could argue he was barely even a boyfriend to you, forgetting anniversaries, dates, never giving you flowers. he would blatantly check out other girls, (which the two men in question could ever comprehend; how he could ever have his eyes anywhere other than on you). and to top it all off, you were way out of his league.

so yeah. to say they were upset wouldn't be the full truth, because although they hated the thought of you being upset, wetting those pretty cheeks with your tears, you were finally, finally, out of the clutches of that piece of trash ex. and they could finally be the ones give you what you deserve, what you need.

it was no surprise to anyone who knew them that they were into you, that they were whipped- anyone but you. these two insanely attractive men, whos looks could undoubtedly lead them to the cover of vogue, who had women lining up and begging for them to fuck them. who had women hanging of them at party, never having to do so much as lift a finger when they wanted to get their dicks wet, never had their minds on anyone but you. whenever satoru was balls deep in some chick who he hadn't even bothered to remember the name of, he imagined your skin in his hands, your hips in his hands, your nails in his back, your lips on his neck, your cunt wrapped around his dick. and whenever suguru had his lips round some girls clit, he wished it was your thighs clenched round his head, your hands pulling on his hair, your slick dribbling down his chin. wishing it was your pussy making a mess on his face.

both men were well aware of each others desire for you, and both men were more than happy to share. and despite their desires for you taking up their every waking thought, they never wanted to push you. they could tell that you wanted them, with all your lip bites and lingering stares, your face filling with heat whenever satoru was back from the gym in his tight, frankly slutty black gym shirt, so tight that it revealed the ridges of his abs. or when suguru took off his shirts as he walked towards the bathroom to take a shower, his back muscles flexing as he pulled it over his head. they knew, yet they waited, until you were ready, and when you would be they would welcome you with open arms. little did they know, that it would come sooner that they had thought

as you made your way over to satoru and sugurus dorm, and as their voices calmed your retching sobs down to small sniffles, determination filled your mind. you would do whatever you needed to get over that jerkface of an ex, and as soon as possible. now, in hindsight, fucking them wasn't what you thought you would do- fuck someone, yes, but you thought it would be a hookup with someone you wouldn't even catch the name of, and definitely not the same night you caught your boyfriend cheating, and most definitely not with the two men you had the most debilitating crushes on. yeah, you knew it was pretty bad to have not one but two crushes whilst literally dating someone, and that potentially it was a little hypocritical to be so mad at your ex cheating (but you never even acted on those crushes! aside from indulging in the frequent occasional stares when they looked just too irresistible), and in all fairness, you tried everything to squash these crushes that had lasted since fucking highschool- and dating your now ex was one of your more desperate attempts at getting over them. it worked to a degree, you had (unfortunately) caught feelings for someone else, feeling somewhat fulfilled, and you stuck around with your asshole ex purely because you weren't sure if you could cope with the feelings you felt for both satoru and suguru if you weren't in a committed relationship in which you could put most of your focus into. and now, you were screwed. you felt used and cheap, and when you were so close to finally leaving those feelings for satoru and suguru behind (you’re really kidding yourself) everything just fell apart. so you were not only feeling the common feelings of a breakup, let alone caused by cheating at that, you were also feeling completely and utterly dissapointed.

when the door opened to reveal that sugurus handsome, chiseled face (god- that jawline) was twisted into a frown, watching the remnants of your tears fall, you collapsed into his arms. and all of the previous emotion that had been buried down was now bubbling over to the surface as you sobbed into his chest. "s'alright, princess, let it out" he whispered into your hair, hand coming up to pet your hair. he lead you into the living room where satoru was, evidently setting it up for your arrival. they set you down on their couch, wrap you up in one of satoru's expensive sweaters that most definitely cost more than a month of your rent, and stick on one of your favourite movies on their tv. they sit either side of you, your head resting on satorus shoulder, and sugurus arm wrapped around you waist. after you had calmed down, one and a half movies later, the reality of the situation had set in, and they hear your voice rise up in anger, talking about how you can't believe he was such a dick, and how you didn't think he could ever stoop so low. satoru couldn't help but feel a smirk form on his lips, hearing you finally realize how shitty your ex was. but after the anger, came the doubt. the smirk was wiped right off satorus face when he heard your voice turn small and uncertain again, a frown taking place on those pretty lips of yours, asking them whether they thought it was because you weren't enough for him.

"god no, princess, he wasn't enough for you." sugurus tone was filled with disbelief, he couldn't even comprehend how you ever could ask that question, when you were so so sweet to that undeserving ass. baking him his favourite treats, buying him thoughtful presents on special days, showering him in your affections. the fact that he had not only treated you like shit but cheated? incomprehensible. not with how pretty you were. your pretty face, plush soft kissable lips, delicate hands much smaller than his, the pretty swell of your tits, just about noticeable under satorus sweater. the fat of your ass and your thighs, christ, you were to die for. what he would've given to be in your ex's position, to have you under him every night, to treasure you, please you in every way conceivable. on his face, sitting on his dick, legs on his shoulders, in his bed, on the couch, in the shower, on his countertops-

"trust me, sweetness, it's his loss." satoru's smooth voice pulls suguru out of his daydream, and he quickly hums in agreement. "i mean, god, what we would've done to be the ones to have you, baby, and not him" the words leave satorus mouth before he can even think about it, too tired to kick in his (usually ineffective, to be fair) filter. the pair stiffens either side of you as the words hang in the air, and you look at him with confusion written all over your pretty little features. satoru knows he should probably backtrack, and twist his words into something he doesn’t mean so as not to risk your friendship, but he finds that doesn't want to. he wants you to finally know how much they both need you, how badly you affect them, how much they both love you. "toru?" you question, waiting for him to elaborate. he doesn't, and so you turn to suguru, and are met with more silence, which only emphasises the earlier statement. "your- you guys aren't messing with me, right?" at that, satoru tosses you an incredulous, almost offended look. "what?" he questions, and the look he gives you puts you on edge "i mean- like- your not just saying that because.. of, y'know, the current circumstances?" you stumble over your words, and satoru doesn't think you can be any dumber than you are in this current moment. "honey, he meant every word." sugurus voice is low and seductive, and you're sure he's much closer than he was a minuet ago, his breath hitting your ear. you feel heat prickle up your neck and onto your face. "yeah, pretty girl, i do. how about i show you?" and before you can even register it, satorus lips are on yours, and shit, they're so soft and so much better than you had imagined. he leaves you quicker than you hoped, and you find yourself chasing after his kiss, causing him to give a low chuckle that got you way too hot and bothered. as you open your eyes, you're a little surprised when your met with sincerity on satoru's face.

"are you sure this is okay, pretty? we don't want to rush you." warmth fills your chest at this, and right now you're so mad at yourself for kidding yourself that you could ever get over them. "yes toru, please, want you both so bad, waited so long" and both satoru and suguru almost cum in their pants hearing your voice whine like that. then all of a sudden you’ve all shifted, you being pulled into sugurus lap with your chest to his back, and satoru pulls you in for another kiss, but this time it’s heated, desperate and has you panting into his mouth. you keen when you feel suguru’s lips on your necks, at first fluttering small kisses, which turn deeper as he progresses down your neck, leaving hickies in his wake. he sucks hard at the part where your shoulder meets your neck, and you let out the hottest little moan they’ve ever heard, and it causes satoru to still. you look up at him, you’re brows furrowing as his lips disconnect from yours. you watch as his eyes flitter around you face as he breaths heavy, lips swollen, and suguru turns his eyes in curiosity to satoru, still busy working on your neck. “god, pretty, that was the hottest thing i’ve ever heard. need more” he pants, and then he swoops in to give you the most dizzying kiss you’ve ever received in your entire life, and you feel his hand sneak under his sweater and your night shirt to palm your tits. you whine, and suguru moves his hands just beneath your pyjama bottoms, rubbing circles on you hips with his thumbs. your whines get louder as you feel satoru pinch your nipple between his fingers, arching your back to push your chest more into his hands. satoru pulls back at this, his head dizzy as he asks you ‘can i take this off you, sweetness?’ tugging at his sweater, and before you can even finish nodding you feels him shuck up the sweater and your t-shirt, suguru manoeuvring your body to help ease them off your torso. you feel you nipples harden as the cool air hits your chest, and both men let out heated groans at the sight of them. “damn, princess, these are even prettier than i had imagined” sugurus honeyed voice fills your ears and your preening at the praise has both his hands come up to palm them from behind. you begin to tilt your head back at the touch, but satorus hands come up to cradle your face and pull you back in for a kiss. at this point, it’s sloppy, the both of you fallen into debauchery. you feel sugurus hands begin to trial south and you whine at the loss of contact, so satoru’s hands leave your face and find their place back on your tits again, tweaking and pulling. you let out a small gasp as you feel sugurus hand breach past you shorts and your now soaked panties, teasingly rubbing the skin of you pelvis, and so, so close to your needy pussy. satoru then takes the liberty to trail kisses down you neck and then your sternum, then latching onto your nipple.

“ahhh- suguru please don’t tease, need you please” you pant, and you feel satoru smile against your skin. “need me where, baby?” and you pant as satoru unlatches from you nipple and moves to the next one, tweaking the other with his fingers. “c’mon sugu, you know where” you whine, and he chuckles “i’m afraid i don’t, princess. i need words” you let out what was a mix of a noise of frustration and a moan, thanks to satori’s ministrations on your tits, and you finally relent. “need you- ah- need you in my pussy- please!” you feel dirty letting such lewd words leave your mouth but god you don’t care because it feels too fucking good to have them both on you. suguru damn near creams his pants at your voice, and decides he can’t wait any longer and than he needs to feel your soaking cunt on his skin. he stops rubbing circles on your pelvis and takes his hands out of your pants, and before you can complain he pulling them down and your lifting your hips to make it easier for him. satorus now sucking hickies anywhere his lips can find, your neck, your chest, and one of his hands leaves your body to help you spread your legs, palm finding your thigh and pushing. “that’s it, be a good girl for suguru, 'kay?” he pants and doesn’t waste a minute to latch his lips back into your body. sugurus fingers find your pussy and god you swear you’ve never felt any pleasure like it. they run down your slit to collect your slick, then he proceeds to find your clit and rub tight, sticky circles on it. the sounds of him rubbing your pussy is obcene, an audible schlick filling the room each time he circles your clit. "yesyes- god, you feel so good-" you moan, you're not sure if it's the years of unresolved tension between the three of you but every part of you feels on fire, and you feel the best you ever have in your damn life. "yeah, that's it, good girl. bet this little clits been so neglected, huh? bet your ex never knew how to pleasure this pretty pussy, right?" he all but moans, and you nodding and repeating yesyesyes and suguru resolves that this isn't enough, and that he needs to dip his finger into you and feel just how tight you little cunt is. you feel them both move in tandem, and its as if they're communicating telepathically, because as soon as sugurus fingers leave your clit satorus replace them, not leaving you without pleasure for even a second. you feel one of sugurus thick finger prod at your entrance and your begging for him to just put it in. you arch into satoru as you feel sugurus finger fill you up, and oh my god his fingers feel so much better than yours, longer and thicker, and you begin letting out small moans and he slowly thrusts it up into you, and he curling it, as if he's searching for something and-

"oh fuuuuck!" you moan, as sugurus fingers find that spongy spot inside you. "found it." he chuckles, and then proceeds to enter a second finger. he speeds up, finger fucking your tight cunt and hitting that spot over and over and over again. "there you go, pretty girl, that's it, just like that" satoru groans and god he swears he's never seen a prettier sight. you, with your lips swollen from his kiss, you neck and chest now blooming with both his and sugurus hickies, your tits shiny with his spit, your back arched into his chest and your pussy drooling over his and sugurus fingers. "oh fuck! sugur- suguru I'm gonna-!" you squeal, sugurus unrelenting finger ramming into your g-spot so good and satorus fingers rubbing firm circles on your clit. "let go princess, cum all over my fingers." and you do, letting out the most pornographic moan you ever have in your entire life. sugurus fingers slow down and let you rid out your orgasm, and satoru pulls away from your sticky clit. you fall back against sugurus chest, as he coos into your ear, whispering sweet nothings.

as your breaths finally begin to even out, sugurus hand is grabbing your chin and pulling your face to meet his in a sloppy kiss, and you grind down on his lap and the bulge in his sweats, and then your hand creeps forwards to palm satoru through his shorts. "shit, pretty girl, not enough for you yet?" satoru coos, thrusting into your hand. "no- no not enough, 'toru. need you in me too" satorus hands that were planted at your waist being to trail down, when you grab his wrist. "need you cock, 'toru, please?" you coo and he swears you know what you're doing because he's never been harder in his life. your letting them manhandle you, taking off their shirts in the process and you start drooling at the sight of their abs, thick biceps and strong back muscles. you’re on your hand and knees, facing suguru with your ass pressed against satorus boxers, and he's teasing you by letting you feel him only through the thin fabric. you fumble with sugurus sweats and boxers, and you pull out his cock and his bigger and thicker than you'd imagined. "sure you can take it, love? bet it's so much bigger than your ex's, huh?" suguru asks teasingly with a smirk, that’s promptly wiped off when you press light kisses to his weeping tip. "god, princess. need your mouth on me" and you don't even hesitate, despite his size, and you’re swallowing him down as deep as you can. satorus cock is now freed from his boxers and is teasing your clit with his tip, sliding it up and down your sloppy cunt. "shit, you look so pretty, even from behind, angel" satoru coos and he lines up his cock with your pussy. "y'ready for me, pretty?" but he doesn't even give you time to answer before he pushes into your tight pussy to the hilt, and lets out the sluttiest whine you've ever heard from a man. "shiiiitttt- god- you're so- ah! dont clench like that- fuck-" he strains out "god you're so tight" he hisses, and sugurus not fairing much better as he feels you hum around his cock, because you're so messy with it, licking and sucking and spitting and chocking. "godd- sloppy girl, huh?" suguru breaths and you smile up at him as best you can with your mouth full of cock.

"fuck, I've wanted this for so long, angel." satoru moans as his thrusts speed up and his hips angle to meet you sweet spot. "can't believe you- shit- gave that asshole this sweet cunt of yours. bet it didn't feel as good as this though, yeah? bet he wasn't hitting that sweet spot of yours over and over again, huh sweetheart?" he emphasises with two hard thrusts, and his arm snakes around your body as his fingers find purchase on your clit again. you pop off of sugrus cock for a breather. "yesyesyesyes! n'vr made me feel as good as you do 'toru!" is all you can manage before you're taking sugurus cock back into your mouth and sucking hard. your thighs start twitching and your pussy spasms and clenches and satoru knows you're about to cum. "aw, 'bout to cum on my cock, pretty girl? c'mon, give it to me. wan' it so bad, baby, be a good girl and cum for me, yeah?" sugurus groans alongside satorus dirty words are almost enough to tip you over the edge, and suguru seals the deal with how filthy his tone is, "god, didn't know you were so good at sucking cock, jesus. know how to use that mouth of yours, huh princess?" and your moaning and slobbering on his cock "go on, love, cum all over 'toru’s big cock, feels so good, hm?" and your gone, pulling off sugrus dick to let out the whiniest, most desperate moan of the evening as you convulse around satorus cock. "fuck yeah, that's it, pretty. been wanting to make you cum on this dick for so long." and his thrusts get rapid as he nears his own high, and you latch onto sugrurs cock again, determined to get him to finish soon too. "w-where d'ya want it, angel?" satoru whines, his thursts now sloppy and frantic, the lewd pap! pap! pap! of his now cum slicked balls slapping against your ass. "want it inside, 'toru, please-" before the words even leave your mouth he's cumming, and its a lot. he's never came so hard in his life. it was all too hot, watching you slobber and choke all over sugrus cock as you grinded back onto his own dick to meet his thrusts. you shiver and convulse as you feel his warm, thick load fill you up, moaning on sugurus cock. suguru want too far behind, those moans being the tipping point as he grabs onto you hair and cums down your throat, and he swears he cums a little more when he watches you swallow without hesitation. you pop off his cock and practically collapse into the couch, all three of you huffing to catch your breaths after the most mind-numbing orgasms of your life.

"shit, that was the hardest i’ve ever came in my life" you breathe out, and they both can't help but agree with you. suguru slides down the couch and pulls you into his chest, as satoru gets up from the couch to clean you up with a warm towel, but not before admiring the way his cum seeps out of your cunt. you're absolutely spent and the next minutes are a blur as you recover and they dress you again in their clothes. you feel satorus expensive mattress beneath you and his (equally as expensive) soft sheets wrap around your body. you’re the pulled into one of their chests (you were too delirious to clock whos) as the other nuzzles their face into the fack of your neck, arms wrapping around you from behind.

"princess?" you hear from above you (so it was sugurus chest). you hum in response, too tired to respond with words. "this wasn't just a quick fuck for us, you know that right?” and you smile into his chest because you know what he means, and he’s cleared all the doubts from your mind before they could even begin to properly form. you simply hum again and you feel satoru smile against the skin of your neck. as you blissfully drfited off into sleep, you're phone was busy buzzing on the couch, desperate texts from a number that would soon be blocked, and satoru could finally keep your contact as ‘pretty girl’ without you fearing that you’re shitty ex would care.

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jesus christ im pretty sure that took like, five hours without editing LMAO. they say go big or go home I guess! also i need to get proper dividers but i don’t have any yet and it’s literally midnight where i am right now so i cba to get them!!! this post will be made prettier in the future when i get my bearing around actually posting in a tumblr blog instead of just reading other peoples 😭😭😭

#jjk smut #gojo smut #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #geto smut #getou x reader #my arms hurt #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #this goes out to autocorrect changing gojo name to satire EVERY GODDAMN TIME

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glowingbadger · 2 years

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Sorry for making two requests but can I also request the mirror sex kink for Elliot and a fem!SO?

Y'know what, I'll allow it, since at least you're asking for characters I adore and don't get the chance to write for often lol (I say as if I'm not 100% in charge of what I write and am not just a slave to positive feedback and attention whoop)

This one kinda just feels... a little different, stylistically than my usual? Idk it's probably not even noticeable, I don't even know if I have a style lmao

Omg I wrote this whole fucking thing spelling "Elliott" with one T and now I have to go through and correct it so I can post it uuuuugh

Elliott (Stardew) x AFAB Reader

Kink prompt list #48 - Mirror sex

NSFW 18+ V

You've finally managed to arrange things so you could join Elliott on his latest book tour- and he's been so thrilled by this development that, a week and several cities into the trip, he's made love to you in nearly every hotel you'd patronized. Something about having you by his side as he pursued his dream in this thrilling new way had stirred his emotions, and in turn, his libido. Still, tonight's hotel has some... quirks.

He'd assured you that his agent had made all of the travel arrangements, that it was just as much a surprise to him. Still, you couldn't help but note a wide range of 'mood lighting' options, the open view into the shower, and not least of all, mirrors spanning both the ceiling and bed-adjacent wall.

"Well," Elliott had chuckled, an arm around your waist and his lips grazing your ear, "best not to squander such an unexpected opportunity, no?"

Soon enough, you're on his lap with your back to his chest and your legs spread, slung over his thighs. He's positioned you both at the edge of the bed facing the mirror, where he can bask in the feeling of your body against his, and the sight of you mewing and trembling in his arms. In the reflection, you see Elliott's golden-red hair spilling elegantly over your shoulder as his lips trail up towards your neck and his hands run tenderly up your sides. His touch is warm, his whole body flush with lust. Briefly, his teeth graze your neck, just as his hands reach your chest, cupping your breasts.

"Mmh, darling..." he sighs against your skin, pulling you more firmly to him while he watches you in the mirror, "You can't imagine how entranced I am by your body. I wonder if seeing yourself like this will communicate even a fraction of your beauty to your own eyes."

"Elliott..." you whimper softly, face tinged pink at the excessive attention. His gaze is fixed on your reflection, watching with obsessive adoration as his hands squeeze and grope your breasts, fingertips briefly brushing over your stiffened nipples. You jump slightly at the sudden pleasure, arching against him, yet this only encourages his hungry touch. Still decorating your neck with lavish kisses, a hand runs slowly down your front until those long fingers press firm between your lower lips. Gasping out his name, you watch him part your folds, see how soft and responsive they are, how obvious your slick arousal is as he touches you with utter reverence.

"Absolutely breathtaking," Elliott says into the crook of your neck, even as his eyes remain transfixed by your reflection, "Your body is so open to me- so receptive. You were made to be adored, my love."

"Ohh-!"

His fingers stroke gently across your clit, teasing it stiff, prompting you to moan aloud and lean into him. You notice his cock steadily growing harder, rising between your thighs, stirred by your obvious pleasure. Never one to neglect your body, his spare hand is still occupied at your chest, rolling your nipple between his fingertips, only stopping occasionally to caress some part of you and relish in the sight of your flesh beneath his touch. Soon, the fingers at your drooling pussy are rolling firm circles around your clit, shocks of pleasure setting your thighs trembling, climax already building. In the mirror, you see his fingers glisten with your overflowing wetness, briefly hypnotized by the loving and yet intensely erotic way they move. Elliott's handsome brow is deeply furrowed as he loses himself in servicing you, and as your breath quickens and your body burns to your core, you know you're nearly at your limit.

"Watch," he whispers, nuzzling against your hair as you tremble in his arms, "You're so beautiful when you cum- watch for me, please?"

Through the haze of white-hot pleasure pulsing through your center, you force your eyes to the mirror before you. It's embarrassing at first, seeing yourself in such a state- bright red and panting with your hair tossed out of place. But then you see the way Elliott looks at you. It's warm and tender, yes, but also blatantly lustful.

It's that gaze that breaks you; in an instant, your body runs hot as you gasp and pleasure rushes up from your over-sensitive pussy through your entire frame. Elliott urges you through your climax, the firm and steady massaging of his fingers sending new ripples through you with each pass, pulling breathless whimpers from you one after another. You bring a shaking hand to cradle his face behind you, yet you force yourself to watch the mirror all the while. Your lover wants you to see yourself how he sees you. When you meet the half-lidded eyes and panting lips of your own reflection, you think that perhaps you understand what he meant.

#god idk if this is any good lmao #stardew valley #elliott stardew valley #elliott x reader #sdv x reader #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley smut #not sfw #sdv smut #kink prompts

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itwasthereaminuteago · 1 year

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|| Keep it Clean ||

Shane Walsh x female reader

Tags/warnings: shower sex, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink? apocalyptic zombie world pregnancy worries. E

A/n: I did not think I'd get another one out so fast lol. First time writing for Shane as well (and for why?? Mmm)! This is for @bernthirst-events #bernthirstpalooza Wet Wednesday 😜 please reblog if you enjoyed!

Clean, hot, almost magical water cascades over your naked body as you dance under the strong shower spray, squealing with delight. You don't even know how long it's been since you had access to something so luxurious. This of course meant you were going to enjoy it to the fullest.

You moan with pleasure as you slide the soap suds over your skin, the cleansing sensation feeling almost too good you can't stop giggling to yourself. You could finally relax for a while, recharge and restock after months on the road only ever snatching meager hours of sleep because of the watches. Because of the walkers.

You almost jump out of your skin letting out a scream when something touches your back, spinning around ready to throw your fist until it's held above your head in a strong grip and you're pinned against the tiled shower wall.

"S-shane! Oh my god, don't do fuckin' do that!" You shriek, whacking him on the bare chest with your free hand.

He smiles that shit eating smile, looking you up and down as you try to get your breathing and heart rate under control.

"Sorry baby, but can't a man watch his woman enjoying herself? Couldn't help wantin' to touch…"

You've calmed down enough to realise he's completely naked as he loosens his grip on your wrist. His massive bulk takes up most of the cubicle space, and as your eyes trail down following the water droplets on his tanned skin you can't help noticing he's very aroused.

He trails his wet fingers down your arm as you let it fall, sliding his hand to cup your breast and you gasp, arching into him as he runs his thumb in slow circles around your nipple.

"Y'know it's been a while since we…"

You're grateful for his other hand coming to grip you around the waist as you think you might fall, melting into his touch as you remember just how long it's been since you last had sex.

"Yeah," you breathe out, parting your lips as he leans down pressing his against them, the trickling water flowing around you easing the kiss into one that's increasingly hotter and wetter, one that has your skin feeling electrified as he touches you, his hands everywhere you need them to be. The kisses migrate elsewhere, both of you mouthing desperately at each other's skin, needing to feel this closeness in the new privacy that you haven't been able to have before. You're sinking to your knees so eager to take him in your mouth and show him but he pulls you back up, leaning in close as he kisses you on the lips again so passionately.

"Ain't gonna last if you do that babe."

The feel of his erection pressing against your belly has you wet and ready for him in record time.

"Well what are you waiting for handsome," you ask, reaching down between you, encircling your hand around his cock making him almost choke. "fuck me."

"Yes ma'am." He lifts up your leg, grabbing under your thigh and you hold on to both him and the shower pipe for support as he lines up before slowly pushing in. The fullness you feel with him inside you takes you aback and he feels it too, waiting for you to relax as you curl around him, fingers digging into his muscular arms. After a minute you nod against him, giving him the signal that he can move and your mouth drops open as he slowly pulls out and thrusts back in.

"Oh damn baby, oh fuck…"

Your knuckles are white as you grip onto the pipe beside you but he prises your fingers off, interlacing them in his as he shifts you to the side fucking you up against the wall.

Your moans are loud and echo around the bathroom and you're certain that the others will be able to hear, but you don't care, you just want him. You can't even care that he's taking you raw, you should really be more careful but the feeling of him is like nothing else. You need it, need to feel him without any barrier, the primal urge too strong to beat any logic and sense.

His wet skin smacks against yours faster, harder as he pushes you towards your climax. Your fingers twist in his hair and pull, and you feel the growl he makes vibrate through your soul.

"Shane, please…" you plead for something, you don't know what anymore but he's got you regardless, he's all around you, covering you, inside you making you feel safe in the midst of this fucked up world.

"Fuck babygirl, I'm close, we gotta-"

You know he's looking to pull out but your hindbrain has taken the wheel and you pull him closer, nails pressing red crescents into his skin because you need this, you want this.

Fuck the consequences.

He looks you right in the eyes and you're nodding, you're begging for it, you're selfish. You don't care.

You cry out as you cum, taking him with you through his nonsensical curses, his praises, his I love yous, not letting go until you've stopped shaking, until he's shushing you gently, kissing every inch of you he can reach as he pulls out.

You don't know what will happen, if it happens, but you know he'll be there for you no matter what.

If you enjoy my writing please reblog to share with others!

#bernthirstpalooza #shane walsh x female reader #shane walsh smut #shane walsh fanfiction

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504py · 6 months

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Wait you said you are a fan fic writer? Can you show us your work?

ooh, i've never published my work anywhere but i like to casually write about the fandoms i'm in. i haven't really written anything romantic (besides that time i wrote headcanons about what leon kennedy would be like in a relationship), but i'd be open to receiving imagine/reaction/headcanon requests if my followers wanted that! anyways, since hetalia is the main thing on my blog right now, here we go!

Axis + Allies Physical Appearance Headcanons

SFW, no content warnings at all.

Italy is handsome but he's so stupid that his stupidity overshadows his looks and people often don't even realize he looks good. He does think he is handsome, and takes great care of himself. I feel like he thinks like this, "Well, being pretty is one of the few things I can do, so I might as well be good at it!"

Japan looks nice! He's very hygienic and always makes sure to take care of his skin. He blushes easily. His hair partially covers his ears on purpose because his ears get red pretty often. He has quite a few moles and a few crooked teeth. His fingertips are rather red.

Germany looks alright but he's so uptight/scary that people just do not want to hit on him. His hands are very calloused. Also one who is very hygienic and takes care of himself a lot. He has quite a bit of body hair, but since it's a very light blond and not very visible, he doesn't bother with it. Nice straight teeth, but his canines are rather prominent.

Russia is cute! I actually think that people do not see his face very often because it's obscured by his scarf, and/or people are too scared to look him straight in the eyes (LOL). Also the issue of looking up to even see his face. He's usually naturally blushing even if just a little bit. Also his ears are kinda big. Gets bashful if you compliment the man himself, because he doesn't think of himself as particularly attractive, and will instead divert the conversation to, "A-Ah yes, Russia has many beautiful sights and landscapes!"

China is pretty!! He has wild eyebrows and lots of sun spots, freckles, and moles. He has a bad habit of leaving his lips dry though, LOL. Takes a lot of pride in being attractive. He is VERY good at doing makeup.

America doesn't care about his appearance much other than his hair, but he just tends to naturally look good. He hes a very boyish vibe. His glasses are always covered in fingerprints but he always forgets to clean them so he doesn't even bother anymore. He's learned to just ignore the dust LOL. I also think he has perfect teeth, like a good ol' Hollywood smile.

Canada is the prettiest out of the allies! People just don't notice because.. y'know. Canada tends to put a lot of care into his appearance in case someone does notice him, like having better posture, wearing nice, clean, ironed clothes all the time, and just having better self-care habits than America does. Though sometimes he forgets to shave or comb his hair LOL.

England is attractive but in a sorta unkempt scrunkly way. His teeth are crooked, and he has sanpaku eyes. His feathers get quite ruffled if someone brings up appearances, because... Not the best climate in England, and there's the whole British people meme LOL. But, the one thing he's got going for him is he's INCREDIBLY photogenic. I'd say he photographs the best besides China. He's great at modeling, and excels when it's for more punk photography.

France is just stereotypically good-looking LOL. He cares the most about his appearance, but since he's relied so much on just looking naturally good, he has a bit of a hygiene problem.. But hey, at least he's got the best closet out of anyone here– Ah, nevermind, China's got him beat there..

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jaetyun · 9 months

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infrunami. (TEASER)

"can you come back to me? cause i was blind to see, that you were right infrunami." (infrunami)

bff's brother!heeseung x reader

implications of self harm, bullying, toxic ex sunghoon, college au but heavily references high school, childhood friends, weed, everyones kinda an asshole, they're both possessive, questionable communication, songfic but the song is mostly unrelated, undercase intended.

synopsis: since you were kids you promised heeseung you'd protect him from anyone who hurt him, but one blown up fight turns into 3 years without any contact. heeseung came to the conclusion the only way to get you off his mind is to patch things up, but it only leads to thinking of you more than before. was what he was feeling not guilt?

est release: next few months ?? we'll see

a/n: new format!! i think this one looks a lot cleaner lol

you couldn't remember how your life was before ningning. your best friend had moved to your street in the 3rd grade, your houses straight across from one another.

ningning seemed straight out of a dream you had, with her closet full of the justice you never got to own. her hair was always perfectly groomed, a pretty headband in place to keep it down. she was the kindest person you had ever met, and though you hadn't met many people at the ripe age of 8 you had guessed she must be the nicest person in the world because why else would she hand you sugary snacks from her lunchbox everyday?!

she was comforting. predictable even. which is why it was such a shock when you had met her older brother heeseung. he was the most confusing person in the world- scratch that- the *universe*. he was always looming in the background, his closet being anything but flashy. seriously, a black nirvana shirt in elementary school?!

because of this, you found yourself constantly trying to talk to him, to figure him out. even though his shy demeanor pushed you away, you'd always come running back. heeseung would never admit it, but he appreciated your company. a lot.

in middle school, it became even harder for heeseung to express this sentiment. 'hey yizhou, is y/n coming today?' became 'i hope to god your little friend isn't staying over', it was just a product of hormones and deep teenage angst. he couldn't help it!

as you both grew, he figured your childish interest in him would disappear. it was simply curiosity, nothing more. so when you stayed clinging onto him, heeseung was left shrugging you off, his disinterest only feeding into your infatuation with the boy.

"you with barcode boy again?"

"piss off, limp dick!" you sneered, tugging heeseung closer to you as you both strode in the hallway.

"you don't have to do that y'know.." he muttered, words barely above a whisper. you turned to face him, tilting your head. "do what?"

"defend me. or hang out with me in general" he looked away, staring at the lockers instead of making eye contact with you. you stared at him for a moment before looking away, your grip on his arm tightening.

"don't be stupid." heeseungs parted lips closed, unsure of how to respond.

"i'll always be here hee. nobody will hurt you under my watch" you proudly grinned, giving him an enthusiastic thumbs up. he just nodded, same tight lipped expression he had before.

"yeah, guess i couldn't get rid of you if i tried."

you snorted "was that the goal?"

"damn it! you caught me" he smiled, finally turning to face you. you grinned, softly meeting his gaze.

"i take it back, only *one* person can hurt you"

he cocked an eyebrow, tilting his head.

"who?" you quickly unlinked your arm from his, punching the now open area right above his waist. you gave his ribs one last shank for good measure before pointing to yourself with your thumb.

"i can"

#apollosdiary #enhypen drabbles #enhypen imagines #enhypen #enha fluff #enha imagines #enha x reader #enhypen x reader #enha scenarios #enhypen scenarios #heeseung #heeseung imagines #heeseung x reader #heeseung oneshots #heeseung drabbles #heeseung scenarios #heeseung fluff #heeseung fanfic #enhypen fanfiction

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mackjlee9 · 2 years

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I was off tumblr a while and saw your now writing tw! If it's OK (and requests are open?) . Could I request your top three dorm leaders (headcons) and what you think dating them be like? (I'm a big tw simp and soo happy your now writing them. all the characters are so cute <3) . If you don't do headcons (I didn't see if you do headcons so idk). If you don't then a cute confession (m/n or character confess up to you!) with your favorite dorm leader. Just want some nice fluff lol.

Let's make it both ☺, I love writing and whenever I can I'm so happy, even if it takes me hours or days to finish them.

Twisted Wonderland Dorm Leaders [Headcanons&Drabbles] [Fluff]

Who confessed, and what's like to date them? Let's find out!

I don't really have favorites dorm leaders, maybe Malleus, so I just wrote something for everyone and I was gonna pick my three favorites, but I like them all.

Warning; ooc!characters x male!mc/yuu

Masterlist.

Game; Twisted Wonderland

Riddle Roseheart

It was sudden, and off-putting, to say the least, but it occurred.

Riddle has been catching himself thinking about the Ramshakle Dorm prefect, more and more often. He felt happy yet nervous whenever he was nearby, not even talking to him, but when he was? Riddle's face would turn such a bright red, that everyone would think he was boiling with rage because they might've broken a rule without realizing it. But nope, he was just really embarrassed and anxious.

He made more mistakes than he was used -which weren't many-, he was always caught off guard whenever (M/n) decided to drop by to study with Ace and Deuce.

And during the dorm's unbirthday party, when he was taking deep breaths to calm his heart into a regular, steady rhythm, he saw (M/n) entering the rose maze.

He didn't look particularly stunning or anything, but the wide, bright smile he showed at them, followed by his name being called with such cheerfulness, it made Riddle's face erupt in red.

The Heartslabyul dorm leader got up from the table and rushed to some place where he could hide and cool down.

Ever since then, Riddle has been actively avoiding (M/n) as much as he could. Running off somewhere so he didn't have to see him, wide eyes as he struggled to get his face to its normal color.

His behavior caused (M/n) to believe the dorm leader hated him, which lead to him being questioned by Cater since he looked a little sad. He explained to the ginger male what had been going through his head, at which Cater only chuckled with a surprised look on his face.

"Riddle? Hate you? No, he's just running to hide, his face turns so red when he sees you, but he doesn't look mad." And that was what (M/n) needed to hear.

Analyzing Riddle's behavior closer, he began following whenever he ran off, catching him in a nervous wreck as he fanned his face with his hand. "Riddle?" His voice made the red-haired male jump in place, turning to look at him, before letting out a squeal and quickly turning around.

"Wha-what do you wa-want?" He stuttered, covering the lower half of his face with the back of his hand.

Frowning a bit, (M/n) stepped closer and made Riddle turn back around to face him, holding his warm, soft face with his hands.

Almost immediately, Riddle's blue eyes traveled to look at his lips, a dazed look in his eyes. (M/n) smirked and pressed a kiss on the shorter male's forehead, hugging him gently as he stroked his red hair.

"I like you, Riddle, and is a little hurtful when you run away from me, y'know?" Blinking as he processed by just happened, Riddle felt like he was about to pass out because of how hot his face was, but luckily, (M/n)'s arms had a good grip on him.

•You're the reason he bends the rules so easily now.

•If you do something first and the rest start doing the same thing, he can't get angry at you, so he just lets you go with a warning.

•He gets really embarrassed too.

•If you suddenly hug him or kiss him he would squeal, and proceed to hide from you.

•But if you assure him that he's just so cute and how much you love him, he can't handle it.

•His face gets bright red if you hug him tightly while leaving kisses all over his face.

•He loves the affection but is not used to it yet, so you'll have to go slow and wait for him to initiate anything more than a peck.

Leona Kingscholar

(M/n) was just checking on the botanical garden since Crewel asked him to get some specific plants for the next class, and of course, Leona was there, peacefully sleeping. He sighed as he looked at him for a few seconds, before heading father inside, where Crewel told him he'll find the plant.

Already there and after looking around for a few seconds, he put on his gloves and reached for the plant, taking some leaves off and putting them in the plastic container he was handed when he left the classroom.

He was able to hear the faint growl let out when he woke up, but he ignored him, he was almost done and he didn't want to make Crewel wait for too long.

The moment he was done, he turned around and started walking out the same way he walked in, showing a subtle smile at Leona who was letting out a soft yawn. "Herbivore," he said, standing up and walking up to them, patting (M/n)'s shoulder as he walked somewhere where the sun wasn't as bright. "I like you."

(M/n) was left speechless, such words were completely unexpected. That was so sudden, so of course he was raking his brain as he tried to come up with an excuse or explanation as to what that meant.

On his way to the class, he kept wondering if Leona was joking with him or if it was a prank...

"No, Leona is too lazy for that though."

And (M/n) decided to just keep going with his life.

However, the next day during break, (M/n) jumped at the sudden feeling of a pair of arms wrapped around his middle, he looked over his shoulder to see who it was, only to find Leona with his head resting on his back, almost falling asleep on him. (M/n) was so confused as to what was happening to the feline, and his friends were feeling a little intimidated by Leona's presence, so they muttered a quiet 'bye' and left.

"Leona-san? Do you need something?" He asked with a hesitant tone, asking himself how he would get out of this strange situation.

"I was waiting for you at the botanical garden, but you never showed up, so I came here." Was all he said in a slightly muffled mumble, (M/n) was able to understand him, but only barely.

"Why?" He asked with a puzzled look on his face, swiftly glancing down at his wrist where Leona's tail had wrapped around.

"Because we're dating now, I told you I like you yesterday."

•So it was real?!

•And now you're dating even if you didn't say anything back?!

•And you realized, "Who snitched?"

•"Ruggie"

•Well, at least you weren't painfully rejected, but now you had to bear a 185cm tall, at least 170lbs, lion-hybrid sleeping on top of you whenever he felt like it, sighing as your limbs -and pretty much your whole body- went numb.

•please crush me, I would die happy

Azul Ashengrotto

It was the rare occasion where the octotrio decided to swing around the Coral Sea. It had been such a long time since Azul had turned into his mer form, well, aside from when he overblotted -but no one talks about that-.

The three of them were just swimming around, Floyd and Jade swirling around Azul while they talked and laughed at memories they had from certain places. But suddenly, they went quiet, noticing how Azul seemed to be deep in thought... Well, more like daydreaming.

Azul, who had been tuning out whatever the twins were talking about, too busy remembering (M/n)'s voice. His laugh, his face, his personality, and how friendly and nice he was to him. He was too entranced in his memories, that he didn't notice when Floyd turned his body to look at him, a playful smile showing his sharp teeth.

"Thinking of your boyfriend, Azul-chan~" he teased him, causing Azul's eyes to open wide at those words, scowling at Floyd as he was about to tell him to shut up -and that he didn't have a boyfriend- when Jade followed his twin's teasing.

"He certainly may be missing prefect-san a lot, right?" How did they-?!

Feeling corned between the mischievous eels, Azul spat ink before turning around and swimming away, trying to find the biggest pot nearby, squeezing his big body inside it, feeling safer now that he felt the comfort of being inside a pot.

He felt like a kid again, running away and hiding from his bullies. But now he was hiding the embarrassment the twins' words caused.

As the minutes passed, Floyd and Jade eventually found Azul, since some of his tentacles were poking out of the pot.

While Jade was busy trying to get Azul out of the pot, Floyd kept teasing for a little while, until he got bored and started looking around for something to distract him.

But that wasn't the end of his embarrassment.

Back on Night Raven College, the first thing Floyd did when he saw (M/n) was tease him about how much Azul has been missing you while they were away. Cue a confused prefect who just blinked at him. Floyd didn't realize it, telling him what happened a few days ago.

(M/n) was taken aback, and he was pretty Floyd just snitched on Azul's feelings for him. But hey, this was his chance to go to Mostro Lounge and ask him out on a date, that is, if Azul decided to stop running away from him whenever he saw him.

•Dating Azul would be one way or the other.

•You teasing him along with the tweels, or you stopped them from doing so, realizing how flustered Azul looked.

•He had the habit of avoiding you when that happened. And you didn't want that.

•You had a special booth for you in Mostro Lounge, and you would often be greeted by Azul as he sat down to talk to you since he's been missing you all day.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim had no idea what it was, but he just kept wanting to give (M/n) more/better stuff than he gave to others, and he constantly wanted to be with him.

It wasn't like when he was with Jamil, it felt different.

He got nervous and excited which resulted in weird actions, like he found himself hugging (M/n) tighter or for longer. Wanting to be next to him all day. And he would be blushing, showing a bright smile whenever (M/n) would compliment him.

His reactions were cute, going from beaming with happiness, to flustered stuttering. (M/n) constantly teased him just to get those reactions out of him, making his heart beat faster whenever Kalim would shyly glance at him with his beautiful crimson eyes.

And Kalim loved seeing (M/n) wearing gold jewelry, especially those that he brought for him. Even if the prefect would usually refuse with a nervous smile, saying that it was too flashy or that he didn't have to waste money on him.

"Waste money? But I wanna buy things for you, (M/n)-san~," the puppy eyes he gave him were enough convincing for (M/n) to accept the piles and piles of jewelry Kalim gave him.

(M/n) wondered if he was reading into Kalim's action and affection too much, but well, it wouldn't hurt to try, right? The worst that could happen is he rejects him, which wouldn't be the first time it happens.

In the end, it worked out just fine.

•Just because you're dating now, nothing really changes, Kalim still constantly buys/gives you jewelry, which is his way of showing affection, and even if you think is too much, you take them.

•-he gets so sad otherwise-

•But you do explain that you don't need anything other than him.

•You're happy just by being with him, having fun together.

•Cooking together. Singing together. Dancing together.

•-of course, you help Jamil around, ordistractKalim, which gives Jamil some time to relax-

•He's very clingy, but it's okay, he's cute so you allow him.

Vil Schoenheit

The queen has arrived!

He was in disbelief, proceeding with denial. He fell in love with a spud, a potato. He couldn't believe it!

He was sitting on his vanity, his fingers pressed to his temples. He was stressed, which wasn't good for his skin, so he took a deep breath, and opened his eyes, staring at himself in the mirror. Vil's thoughts wandered back to the Ramshackle Dorm prefect.

(M/n)'s wasn't perfect, and he wasn't the most attractive guy in the school, so there had to be something that got Vil's attention, what it was? He had no idea, and wasn't feeling like thinking about it. So instead, he tried to imagine what (M/n) would be like if he did meet his standards for men...

He would be okay, but... it wouldn't be himself... Vil liked (M/n) the way he is, not really caring about his physical appearance or his bad language, they in a weird way, sort of complemented each other, lacking what the other had, (M/n) had his likes and dislikes, and so did he, after all, he couldn't force him to be someone he's not. So maybe, he could try something.

Vil gets a little bit more shy than usual, kinda nervous too whenever he sees (M/n) or he's near him. It took him a while, but eventually, those feelings he's not used to feeling would fade away, becoming a little bolder and openly flirting with (M/n).

However, the prefect doesn't seem to get the hint -because he's way too insecure-. On occasion, laying in bed as he remembered how close and touchy Vil was with him, he would feel embarrassed, his face heating up but he would always, always deny that Vil means it romantically.

"I mean... He's fucking gorgeous and I'm... an ugly, couch potato, why would he like me back?"

That's exactly what he says to Vil when the blond took him to his room.

Vil only stares at (M/n) in disbelief, he couldn't understand how and why someone so charmingly attractive would call themselves something so mean.

"You're not ugly, and definitely not a couch potato," his soft, warm hands cupped (M/n)'s face in them, holding eye contact with the now flustered male. "You're so beautiful, charming, handsome, and much more, but overall," Vil leaned closer until their foreheads were pressed together, "You're my sweet potato."

(M/n)'s eyes opened wide when Vil Schoenheit himself kissed him. He thought he was dreaming when the blond backed away.

I've been blessed

Vil couldn't help but blush as he stared at (M/n) dazed expression, as if he had just seen an angel. "You're gonna say something or you're just gonna look at me?"

Snapping back to reality -and realizing he wasn't in a dream-, (M/n) reached a hand to hold the back of Vil's neck, leaning forward and kissing him again. The blond gasped, soon closing his eyes as he leaned back slowly, now laying on his bed as his arms wrapped around (M/n)'s neck.

•At first, is a little weird, but slowly, it turns into a wholesome relationship, where he lets you do his hair.

•You help him practice his acting, singing or dancing.

•You lay in bed with him while he puts a face mask on you.

•He takes care of your hair, and if you're okay with it, he puts makeup on you and does your nails.

•If you don't want to or don't like it, he respects it, but he also expects you to learn how to do his makeup.

•He may not want to sleep over at your down, but he does host a campaign to collect funds to rebuild/repair the Ramshackle Dorm.

•(Grim is very happy about the tuna cans too)

Idia Shroud

When he realized it, he got scared. Really scared.

He's simping! And for a real person instead of a 2d character! What happened to him?!

Well, at least he could avoid embarrassment during those tedious Dorm Leaders meetings, where (M/n) was now present, that way he can't see him face to face, but he still gets really nervous and anxious though, so it doesn't help much.

Idia's yellow eyes are looking at (M/n) through the screen, hearing his voice loud and clear in his headphones, and just that, causing his hair to flare up in a hot pink color, his whole body shaking.

He can't help but hide his face -and hair- when he sees (M/n) walking nearby. Another reason why he won't be getting out of his room for a while.

But even so, (M/n) couldn't help the curiosity he felt towards Ignihyde's dorm leader, asking the other third years he know where he could find Idia. Of course, poor Idia can't bear the thought of being near him without freaking out and running away.

However, slowly but surely, he warms up to the Ramshackle dorm prefect, going as far as to invite him over to his room.

The moment (M/n) walks in he's a stuttering, anxious mess, wondering if there was something in his room he forgot to hide because it'll be so cringe if he saw it, and seeing (M/n) observing around his room makes him freak out.

He runs around the place, trying to prevent (M/n) from looking around too much -especially some sketches he had of the (h/c) haired male-, which only causes Idia to drop stuff to the floor. He's making himself look like a fool, and realizing that only makes him mess up even more. So, in a futile attempt, (M/n) kneels on the floor next to him, trying to get Idia to calm down, noticing how the third year's hair has been turning pink and orange for a little while now.

But that doesn't work quite well, ending up in Idia's hair flaring up even more, a mix of its natural blue, pink, and orange all mixed together.

"I can't calm down! Not when you're here, so close to me!" He exclaimed, his body shaking more aggressively than before, "I like you so much and you make me so nervous, I-I can't do stuff when you're near me and I-"

(M/n) stares at him surprised, while Idia had successfully stopped himself from saying more, however, it's already too late, he already spilled his feeling and now he was gonna be painfully rejected-

The feeling of (M/n)'s hand caressing his face gently seemed to calm him instantly, and he leans further in the warm touch.

"I like you too, Idia-kun."

•I doubt Idia has ever properly dated anyone, so you have to make sure he's not doing something out of his comfort zone, thinking that you may not like him otherwise.

•Just let him know that you don't care if he plays games every day, you actually wanna play with him.

•Ask him about programming and how to build a robot/machine.

•You'll see him as bright as ever, smiling and so happily explaining everything to you.

•In exchange, he wants to know about your world, how it is, and how you used to be.

•He wants to know everything about you.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus is not sure what he feels and the name of it, but he likes being with (M/n), especially since he's not scared of him like everyone usually is.

He has a content smile when he sees (M/n) getting along with Lilia, Silver, and even Sebek. He loves the sound of his voice, his laugh, his smile, his jokes, and all the stories from his world.

Even if he didn't understand what he meant with his weird words such as 'simping' and 'sus/sussy', he was deeply and genuinely fascinated by (M/n) and where he comes from.

But the day (M/n) told him how he was "simping" over a real person he was a little confused, then he got worried. Did he like someone? Who was it?

"Actually, I may be in love with them, rather just simping," those words made Malleus freak out internally, on the outside he looked as composed as ever. "I think I'll confess, maybe they like me back."

Well, he couldn't do much. If (M/n) was in love with someone and wanted to date them he wasn't gonna stop him. So letting out a short sigh, he thought he could help him a bit.

"And who is this person that you like?" The wide smile that (M/n) showed him caught him off guard, especially since he seemed to be holding in a laugh.

"You."

It was such a simple and short response, yet such a cute confession coming from (M/n) caused a blush to erupt on Malleus's face, and he found himself at a loss for words, something that was a regular occurrence with the (h/c) haired.

•Our Prince of Fae is a little foreign to relationships but that doesn't mean he doesn't try to impress you any way he can.

•From buying you things to cooking for you, he can do anything.

•If you want/can, he'll let you style his hair every morning too, stopping by your dorm before going to class.

•He tells you about the fairies while you braid his hair and add some flowers toit.

•He loves it, and he realized he doesn't look as intimidating/scary as usual, so he keeps asking you to style his -really soft- hair.

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Hi! I'm not sure if you take requests or not, but if it's ok, I'd like to request a Vice dorm leader version of the kiss during spin the bottle headcannons (with or without a platonic Ortho is fine) Thank you!

yes, i do take requests! i'll make a post of what i'm ok with and what i'm not ok with, but i'm definitely ok with this request! i am also gonna add platonic!Lilia because,again, I just don't feel comfortable writing anything romantic and / or suggestive about him. i hope that's ok! anyways, here is:

Kissing the Vice Housewardens (+ Ruggie and platonic!Ortho) in Spin the Bottle Headcannons

also, I had to do this a second time since for some reason the first draft didn't save fml

Trey Clover:

Would go of his own free will but is more likely to play if he was invited by Cater

Tries to hype up his friends too, even if it embarrasses them a little (probably cuz it embarrasses them too lol)

Doesn't really expect for the bottle to land on him though

Not cuz it's a bad things, it's actually good that he has an excuse to kiss you

Probably has had his first kiss but I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't, y'know?

Just seems too busy to kiss lol

Would jokingly ask if you can sit on his lap to kiss him

If you say no and would rather kiss his cheek, he'd be fine with it an apologize for teasing you

If you're fine with it though, he'd be surprised and kiss you back happily

Would bake you a small cake the next day as an apology for putting you on the spot too

Ruggie Bucchi:

Would be the most relaxed person there

But he'd only really play if someone paid him to twenty dollars is twenty dollars

Whether or not he's kissed before doesn't really change the fact that he just, doesn't care lol

But he's still pretty happy that he gets to kiss you though

If you kiss him on the cheek, he wouldn't really respond, might give a little giggle or something

If you kiss him on the lips, he tries his best to make it a good kiss

Not only cuz he wants to kiss you, but also to distract you as he searches for loose change in your back pocket

Someone calls him out because they thought he was trying to cop a feel

Gets embarrassed by that

Jade Leech:

He doesn't really have an interest in actually kissing someone

He just thought it would be funny to watch people get nervous, uncomfortable, or flustered (or all three)

He doesn't mind though when the bottle lands on him

Would be a little awkward since he hasn't kissed anyone, let alone as a human

If you kiss him on the cheek, he'd be flustered but he'd laugh it off pretty quickly

If you kiss him on the lips, he'd kiss you back surprisingly softly

Would start breathing a little heavy but, again, that's mainly cuz he's not fully used to his human body yet

He's a pretty polite kisser if it weren't for the fact that he might nibble you a little afterwards

Jamil Viper:

Is forced to play this against his own will

If Kalim is the one to start the game, of course he's gonna make invite his best buddy Jamil to play!

He curls himself up in hopes that he doesn't get picked

However, that obviously doesn't work

Not only is he nervous since it's his first kiss, but also because he's embarrassed to kiss you, especially with other people watching

If you kiss him on the cheek, he'd be able to compose himself just fine

If you kiss him on the lips, he'd get really flustered and wouldn't know what to do with himself

Idc if it's ooc, I think it's cute!

He can't hurt Kalim so he starts shaking him in rage

Rook Hunt:

If Kalim wasn't the one to start the game, Rook definitely would

Mainly does it as a way to kiss either you or Vil

So when the bottle you spun lands on him, he gets really excited

Probably his first kiss because no one who's kissed before would be as excited as he is

What no kisses does to a mf /hj

Would come over to you and ask if he can kiss you

If you just want a kiss on the cheek, he'd be disappointed but still would kiss you

If you let him kiss you on the lips, he'd do more than Malleus would

Is not afraid to French kiss you (pun intended) in front of everyone

Someone would have to pull him off of you and even then he'd just lead you off into a bathroom to keep going

Ortho Shroud:

I deadass don't know who let him play ngl-

He's probably there to lessen the odds of having to kiss an actual person

He still thinks the game is fun though

Gets really happy when the bottle lands on him

Once you're done giving him a little kiss on his forehead, he gives you a hug afterwards

Some of the people in the circle would be jealous but it's hard since Ortho's so adorable

he babey your honor!

Lilia Vanrouge:

He also joined to see other people play rather than because he wanted to play himself

It's like a live novella for him!

While he didn't expect for the bottle to land on him, he uses this as an opportunity to be annoying

He floats over to you and gives you a big wet kiss on the forehead

Gross kissy sounds and all

Floats back down as if nothing's even happened

A weird experience, but still funny nonetheless

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcannons #twisted wonderland x reader #trey clover #ruggie bucchi #jade leech #jamil viper #rook hunt #ortho shroud #lilia vanrouge

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spideycatt · 10 months

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Hair Day || M.M x BlackBoho!Reader

Oneshot

Synopsis:

You do Miles' hair, to say he's tenderheaded is an understatement... (can be read as 1610 or 42 Miles)

Word Count: 1.4K

Song Recs: Dangerous // Meek Mill, Trust // Brent Faiyaz, 2AM // SZA, My Boo // Usher

Warnings: Fem Reader, Reader has a potty mouth (use of the word nigga like 3 times), use of aave (mainly reader, some miles), smoking dojaaaa, shot-gunning, reader has locs, banter, suggestive jokes (Miles is a jokester y'all), reader is black (cuz some of y'all can't read), no spanish bc I'm rusty with it rn :(

I think that's it lol. lmk if I missed something!!

[not proofread]

"I was in love with you when we were younger, you were myyyy, my boo." You sang and nodded your head to the beat of "My Boo," playing off your speaker, bracelets dangling together as you got all your hair products together. Miles texted you a couple of hours ago asking if you could wash and braid his hair for him since his mom was at work. That leaves you here now, on the floor, searching for your mousse under your bathroom sink.

"You know, seeing you like this is funny.."

You jumped and hit your head on the cabinet (ouchie) as you heard your boyfriend's voice suddenly behind you. Whipping your head around to glare at the tall boy, quick to fuss at him. "Bro, who told you you could just pop up whenever you wanted without texting first?"

"Uhm, first of all, I'm not your bro," He said, pulling you off the ground. "And I did text baby, but it seems like you were away from the phone." He finishes as he tries to put a small peck to your lips, but you move your head to the side. "Damn, baby. It's like that now?"

"Nigga don't play with me. You fucking made me hit my head, so yeah, it's like that," you answer like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "How'd you even get in?" you wondered aloud, quickly getting your answer as you glanced at your now open window. "Oh."

"Yeah, oh. You should start locking that."

"As if that shit would stop you."

"You got me there." He chuckled, looking at you walk to change the song on your phone. 2 AM by SZA starts playing. "Whatya looking for anyway?" your boyfriend questions you. "Mousse, you said you wanted braids, right?" You reply, looking at him over your shoulder as he nods. "Gimme a sec. I'm gonna go ask my mom if she has some," you uttered before leaving the room. Miles took a second to take in your room; it's been a while since he's been in here since you both have been busy with school and work. He missed the smell of your incense burning and the after-smell of the weed you almost always smoked before he got there. You snap him out of his trance as you walk back into the room with the mousse you'd been searching for.

"Aight lil' nigga get in the bathroom," You pat him on the shoulder. "Shirt off, too."

"Oh?" he smirked.

"Miles."

"Right."

You made quick work of setting the towel on the floor and another on the edge of the tub, having a feeling he was gonna wet everything up. "Okie-dokie on your butt." You say as you stand over him, removing your wrist jewelry and putting your locs up in a bun. He looks up at you with a weird smug look on his face. "Y'know, you standing over me like that reminds me of-"

"Don't een finish that sentence." You cut him off with a pointed look.

"Right."

"C'mon baby, lean your head back, and scoot down a lil bit. You know you tall." You guide him while turning on the faucet.

"You're really pretty.." he whispered, looking up at you getting the shampoo and conditioner. You chuckled while kicking off your long skirt to reveal shorts underneath, "Thanks, Miles."

Squirting shampoo on your hands, you lean over to massage it into Miles' scalp thoroughly, moving onto the ends once you finished soaping up his roots. You move one hand to fix your shirt, not doubting that your cleavage is all in your boyfriend's face. Not that he would complain.

It seems like you might've tugged your hand away from Miles' hair too quickly, making him hiss with a slight wince.

"Mami, at least try to be gentle." He whined loudly, bringing his hands up to latch onto your thigh.

"Boy, if you don't get ya ass off me while I'm trying to finish this! Stop being a baby, and it's not my fault you're so damn tender-headed."

"Rude..."

You rinse out his hair a little gentler this time, getting the wide tooth comb out to detangle his hair.

"Aight, just gotta detangle and condition it, and we'll be done!" You smiled and leaned down to peck his cheek. "Be good. This might hurt. If you start screaming and hollering, imma pop you."

And boy, did he get popped—a lot.

"Miles, calm down. This is the last section!" You laughed, tears coming down your face as you watched your boyfriend act like a little kid getting their hair done for the first time. He glared at you as a singular tear started to roll down his cheek. He wiped it quickly, though.

You finally finish conditioning the last section of your boyfriend's hair and start to towel dry it, kissing all over his face as an apology for 'hurting' him.

You both make quick work of drying his hair and moisturizing it, now sitting on your bed to have a quick smoke break. "You feeling better now, baby?" You ask Miles, guiding the blunt to your mouth with your beaded joint holder and inhaling, blowing the smoke in his face while he still pouted at you.

"You got some heavy ass hands."

"Keep playin', and Ima put these 'heavy ass hands' on you." You argue as you see him eyeing the blunt in your hand.

"You want some?"

"Mhm."

You smile as you take a hit and grab his jaw, pulling him into a sweet kiss and exhaling the smoke into his mouth. He smiles, sighing into the kiss. You put the blunt down on the ashtray sitting on top of your bedside table, stretching your arms as you spoke. "Aight, c'mon, big boy, I got somewhere to be later."

He eyed you as he put a pillow on the ground to sit on, obviously wanting to say something but deciding to bite his tongue. You try to move fast, sectioning his hair into four parts gently.

Dangerous by Meek Mill plays as you finish up his second to last braid, nodding your head to the song as you mumble the lyrics. "And when I'm in it, you be maxin' on a million... And when I hit it back to back, you make me still cum," you notice Miles smirking to himself in the floor-length mirror as you finish up his last braid.

"Miles. Don't even."

"I wasn't even gonna say anything!"

"I see that damn smirk. You ain't slick." You argue as you pop his shoulder lightly with the comb. "C'mon, get up. I gotta get dressed."

"Where you even going?" He questioned you, scratching his ass as he stood up and stretched.

"First of all, ew. Gross. Act like you got some damn sense while you at my house." You roll your eyes, walking to your drawer to grab your swimsuit and cover-up. "Me and my girls are going to have a drink at the beach."

"Any boys going?" He interrogated, walking over to see what you pulled out. "You not wearing that, right?"

"Uhmm, only one guy, [friend's name]'s boyfriend. And yes, I'm wearing this. I'm not finna argue with you about it either."

He pouted. "But-"

"But nothing, Miles, it's a beach. I'm gonna wear a bathing suit." you cut him off, walking over to him as you take your top off. "I know how to take care of myself. Now go somewhere, boy."

It was clear he wanted to argue about it more but decided against it. "Alright.. take some good pics for me, ok, ma? I'mma head out. Text me when you get back home. Love ya." He said, placing a loving kiss on your lips before stepping out your window. "And lock the window before you leave!"

"I will. Bye, baby." You shook your head, shutting the window and locking it after watching Miles step off your fire escape onto the pavement below, walking away as he turned around and blew you a kiss. Of course, you blew a kiss back.

And damn, did your back and arms hurt after all that.

And the kid didn't even say thank you.

#miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales x black reader #earth 42 miles #spiderman #a #bohostyle #across the spiderverse #songfic #oneshot #fluff #earth 42 miles x black reader #iheartnabi!#first fic #fanfic #fanfiction

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