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blushweddinggowns · 1 year

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Wayne loved Eddie more than anything else in this world. That kid was his son, sister and her shit husband be damned, and he had been for almost eight years now.Wayne would do just about anything for that kid, and he liked to think that Eddie knew that by now, so he couldn't quite understand why he was trying to hide something so obvious.

That being whatever was going on between him and the Harrington boy.

The two had been attached at the hip for months, and while Eddie was no stranger to having friends, having one that slept in his bed nearly every night was certainly new. And if that wasn’t a dead giveaway to what was really going on, then all of the touching sure would have been. He had never seen his boy be so tactile with someone before, and that was saying something considering how freely Eddie liked to give out touch. But with Steve? It was like he couldn’t go five minutes without being all over him, whether that be an arm draped around his shoulders, a hand on his thigh, or pressed against his side, if Steve was within arms length, then Eddie was reaching for him.

At first, Wayne worried he was keeping quiet because he was scared of his reaction, but he had been more than clear with Eddie growing up that being different in any way was nothing to be ashamed of, despite what the world may tell you. And Eddie seemed to be living up to that advice in every other aspect of his life, so that couldn't be it.

Then, he thought it was because he knew Wayne didn't like Steve. Or at least used to not like Steve. In hindsight, he was a little ashamed of his mistrust of the kid, but could he really be blamed? It wasn't so long ago that Steve Harrington was on the list of jackasses Eddie would complain about after school, a smarmy smartass just like his father.

But then Eddie went up and almost died, and suddenly Wayne was met face to face with just how much the kid had changed, and just how much the kid loved his Eddie. Slowly but surely, Steve wiggled his way into his good graces.

Like the way he made his boy smile wasn't enough, the kid basically became a live-in nurse during those first few awful months of Eddie’s recovery. And if Wayne thought Eddie was obvious with his feelings, Steve was on a whole other level. The kid was walking around with heart eyes whenever Eddie was around, always giggling like a high-school girl at whatever lame jokes his boy made, always leaning heavily into any touch, always obsessed with wearing his clothes. And as much as the cutesy behavior made Wayne roll his eyes, it also melted his heart a bit, knowing his kid was with someone who loved him just as much, if not more.

He just…wanted Eddie to know he was safe to be himself, both of them were, in any way that was. Eventually Wayne just let it slip, on one of those rare nights when Steve wasn’t there for dinner. He was working a late shift, and as Wayne watched Eddie wrap him up a plate for when he got off, he just let the question fall out of his mouth,“So…you and the Harrington boy huh?”

Eddie almost dropped the plate in surprise, spinning to stare at Wayne with wide eyes, “Huh?”

“You and Steve,” Wayne reiterated, “Not that there’s anything wrong that Eds, really, I don’t care-”

“There’s nothing going on between me and Steve!” Eddie interrupted, face bright as he put the plate down, “Why would you think that?”

Wayne sighed, “Eddie, you don’t got to hide anything from me.”

“I’m not!” Eddie insisted, face still insanely red, “Steve’s great but we’re not-I’m not like that, okay?”

Wayne blinked at him. He knew what his Eddie sounded like when he lied, and this wasn’t it…but Wayne also knew what he saw, and he couldn't help but feel his heart break a bit for Steve. Maybe his boy wasn’t in love with the kid, but Harrington sure as hell was, “My mistake then,”

Eddie gave him a nervous laugh, running a hand through his hair, “You bet it is, really letting that imagination run wild over there huh?

Wayne sighed as he stood up, “But Eddie?"

“Yeah?”

"Try and let him down easy when the time comes." He patted his shoulder as he made his way to his bedroom, already wondering if there was any way he’d be able to help the poor Harrington boy out when his heart got broken, leaving a shell-shocked Eddie in his wake.

Let him down easy when the time comes.

Eddie didn’t know what to do with that. He trusted Wayne, respected him too, but there was no way in hell that Steve felt anything towards him that wasn’t friendship. King Steve wasn’t gay, if anything he was a flaming heterosexual considering his insane number of flings in highschool.

Not to mention the fact that Eddie wasn’t gay, or at least…he didn’t think he was gay. But then again, he wasn’t thinking about much these days that wasn’t Steve, Steve, Steve. But they were best friends, new best friends, so wasn’t that normal? And okay, sure, Eddie had never felt like this for anyone ever before, but that didn't mean it was romantic. And so what if the thought of Steve with a girl made him ill? He was just a needy guy who loved having all the attention on him.

And so what if Steve was objectively attractive? Was it gay to know that a man was pretty or was it just having eyes? And okay, sure, Eddie had had a few wet dreams about him, but dreams didn’t mean anything. Right?

Eddie flopped face down onto his bed, groaning into his pillow. If, on some very off chance that Wayne was right, then he was going to have to put a stop to it wouldn’t he? It’s not like he and Steve could just drive into the sunset together as gay lovers, not in this town. No, Eddie would just have to lay down the law, put up some boundaries, do something to make this relationship make sense, because now that he was actually thinking about it, they were nowhere even close to normal.

Eddie could hear the front door unlocking, the tell-tale sign that Steve was finally home. Eddie wasn’t sure when their shitty trailer had become Steve’s home, but he hoped it stayed that way, even after they managed to put their friendship back into the strictly platonic category.

He kept his face in the pillow, mind racing on how to even start this bizarre conversation when he heard Steve laugh behind him, “What’s got you so dramatic?”

You.

“Wayne,” he mumbled into the fabric, listening to the sounds of Steve puttering around the room. He could tell everything he was doing from the sounds alone, so used to the little night routines they had developed together. He was digging through Eddie’s drawers now, definitely looking for something clean to sleep in.

Shit, would Steve stop wearing his clothes after they talked? Would he stop sleeping in the same bed as him? Eddie was really starting to question the worth of useless things like boundaries if it meant having his Steve around less.

His Steve. Platonic friends didn’t call each other that did they?

Eddie could feel Steve start to crawl onto the bed, laying right beside him, “Are you ever going to come out of there?”

“Never,” Eddie grumbled, because that would mean he would have to look at Steve. He’d have to acknowledge all the stupid shit going through his head and things would change. And he didn’t want things to change.

Steve laughed at that, and Eddie could feel warm hands start to poke at the side of his face, “But what if I want to see you?”

“Then that sucks for you.” Eddie mumbled. He could feel Steve getting closer, close enough that his breath was tickling his face. Close enough that Eddie felt like his heart was going to escape his chest from how hard it was pounding.

“You’re such a shithead,” Steve giggled right into his ear, “Come on, please? I missed you today.”

Eddie sighed, finally turning his head to look at him, only to be met with that stupidly pretty face. Was it legal for men to be this cute? Steve was smiling, the small kind that Eddie was almost sure was just for him, and he was so close. Eddie glanced down at his mouth, realizing it would take almost nothing for them to be kissing.

And from the look on Steve’s face, he just realized the same thing. They stared at each other, all of the playfulness from earlier gone. Steve was biting his lower lip, and Eddie knew that he was watching him stare at it.

“Do you wanna?” Steve finally whispered, leaning in the slightest bit closer, so near that it was making Eddie’s head spin.

This was it right? What Wayne was talking about, the perfect opportunity to let him down easy. He should just sit up, tell Steve to stop joking around, and start talking about what the hell they were even doing.

"Sure," he said instead. Vaguely, in the back of his head Eddie remembered he was supposed to be having reservations about this whole thing as their lips finally met, but whatever they were vanished into thin air the second they touched.

Because kissing Steve Harrington felt fucking amazing.

The thought of saying no? Of never kissing him again? It wasn’t going to happen, not after he'd gotten a taste. Eddie gripped his shirt and pulled him in closer, relishing in the little surprised sound Steve made when he slipped his tongue into his mouth. He wanted to do this forever. He couldn’t even remember what the argument against it was, not when Steve was moaning against him, not when he was too busy scrambling to move and get Steve in his lap, definitely knocking multiple things off the nightstand in the process.

If this is what being gay meant than Eddie was on board, himself from half an hour ago could go to hell.

He should have realized that they were making too much noise, noises that his very protective uncle, who just found out Hell was a real place and it lived below Hawkins, was not used to hearing from his room.

They both jumped when the door slammed opened, a frenzied Wayne standing in the doorway with Steve’s favorite bat over his shoulder, He let it drop at the sight of them, half relieved that they were fine and half shockingly amused to see what they were doing.

Steve tried to scramble out of Eddie’s lap, an apology already on his lips when Wayne started to cackle, “I really let my imagination run wild huh?”

Eddie laughed right along with him, rolling his eyes as he kept an iron tight grip on Steve’s waist, forcing him to stay in place, “You win this round old man,”

“Damn right I do.” Wayne laughed, turning on his heel, “You kids have fun now, just not too much.”

Steve could still hear him cackling as he went down the hall as he sat dumbfounded in Eddie’s lap, “What the hell was that?”

Eddie shrugged, “My uncle approving of us. Now kiss me again.”

And well…there was no way Steve was going to say no to that.

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #drabble #wayne munson number one ally #i needed a fic where Wayne had to step in and show his dumbass son he's in love #is it gay to be in love with your best friend #yes eddie #yes it is

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janitorhutcherson · 5 months

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finnick odair who was never in the games but instead is your average man who lives in a coastal city in california. he’s rough around the edges still, gruff, sarcastic, and cocky, but he is happy and free. he’s more soft spoken and his guard is let down more, but only around specific people. mostly only around you.

finnick odair who owns a fishing company called ‘odair fisheries.’ he spends most of his time out on a little sailboat he’s made up. he’ll spend hours out in the ocean, just him, a cooler, and his fishing rod. his golden tan skin is sunburnt in some areas from long exposure and lack of sunscreen, something you’d gotten onto him about ten times too many. his body is covered in little tattoos of seashells, sea turtles, boat anchors, small outlines of fish. a seashell necklace sits around his neck, homemade from your delicate and loving hands.

finnick odair who’d practically BEG for you to come fishing with him. you weren’t the biggest fan. something about sitting out in the searing heat all day on a rocking surface didn’t seem all that appealing to you, but when finnick would look at you with his big blue puppy dog eyes, his bottom lip sticking out, you couldn’t resist. if you were determined to deny his suggestions, he’d go even further, throwing in a desperate, “please, sweetheart, you know i hate being without you as is.” as always, you’d give in, not particularly loving the sweat dripping off of your forehead but loving admiring your partner in front of you. you loved the way his face scrunched up in focus as he cast the line, his eyes perched on a particular spot. you loved the way his muscles tensed as he reeled the line in, or the way he huddled over you when attempting to teach you how to fish for the hundredth time (once again unsuccessful, though you know he’d try again tomorrow).

finnick odair who also taught children to fish as a part of his company. on weekend mornings, he’d have different classes that would last about 30 minutes. at the beginning, he’d take a group of kids out to a dock near his boat and he would teach the basics. by the end of the block of classes, he’d have even kids as little as 5 out fishing on his boat with him. he loved the kids like his own, growing attached to each and every one of them. you loved watching him teach, seeing how he’d sweetly hug the little boy gripping onto his leg back or how he’d soothe the crying little girl who fell and scraped your knee. he’d get you involved in helping to wrangle the kids, too, watching you intently as you’d braid a little girl’s hair for her or cradle one of the youngest ones on your hip. finnick wanted kids more than anything and he wanted them with you, his mind going crazy, desperate for a little family with you every time he saw you with children. it’s safe to say finnick’s baby fever is crazy.

finnick odair who spends rainy sunday mornings with nothing else to do playing guitar hero and other various video games. as rain would pelt down heavily on the roof of the house, the waves rocking the boat a little too much for him to even dare to attempt the seas (although he had in unsafe weather one too many times for your liking), you’d be awoken far too early in the morning to the smell of freshly baked muffins (from a box) and the sound of some rock song on the tv mixed with plastic clanking. you’d trudge into the living room, fuzzy blanket wrapped around your cold shoulders, and plop down onto the couch where a muffin already awaited you with some warm coffee on the side table. you couldn’t help but laugh as you nestled into your corner on the couch, turning yourself into a nest of blanket. finnick would be going crazy with the guitar strapped around his neck, resting at his somewhat bare torso. he’d be jamming out in his underwear, hair tussled, eyes still puffy with sleep. his nimble fingers would click through the red, blue, green, yellow pieces as his piercing blue eyes focused on the screen. you couldn’t help but fall more in love with him as you begin to doze back off in your corner.

finnick odair who loves intimacy. it was something that didn’t come easy to him. although things were much simpler for finnick odair in this life than in the hunger games, he still had his guard up. you’d taught him how to be intimate, how to love and to feel love, how to share his feelings with more than just ‘i love you.’ at night, he would spoon you to sleep, hand always resting on your stomach from behind, nuzzled up as close as he could get. if he was holding you the other direction, he’d hold you close into his chest, resting his nose in your hair, taking in your scent. “you are my entire ocean, the sea breeze that makes the waves move, the crystal blue water, all the way up to the glisten in the sea, sweet girl,” he’d mutter into your ear. even when you were fast asleep, he’d still whisper sweet nothings into your ear. when you’d take showers, he’d carefully sneak in and slip in behind you, almost always causing you to fall, but he’d be prepared and catch you. he’d then tenderly wash through your hair for you, pressing little kisses to your shoulders. finnick loved and adored you and he’d do anything possible to show that.

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cartoonist-in-theory · 5 months

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You’re walking down a long quiet road. It’s winter, snow covers the ground, the sky fades gray. All around you are trees that have long since dropped their leaves, cold and dead, waiting for spring. You stop beneath one, eye caught by a striking sight. Amid the bare branches you see a round bundle of stunning green leaves. Hanging down above you are dozens of beautiful little pearly white berries. The fruit tempts you, but you don’t dare touch. Instead you simply admire them. Life among the dead of winter. Mistletoe.

@slocotion Hi, here is my design for slocotion's patreon dyo doll contest. Her name is Haustoria of the Pale. I was very excited to put this together once it struck me. I thought of all my favorite fruits I could have used but then inspiration hit me as I was considering less common fruits and fungi. Mistletoe is used medicinally by some but the entire plant, including its cute white berries, is toxic. Since this is a longer post, I’ll include more notes on my design under a cut but to point out the most important thing, I’ve combined the nature of the toxic berries with some historical+mythological inspiration that I think echoes it nicely.

In Norse mythology, a well known story is that of the death of Baldr. Baldr was the most loved god of the Aesir, so when a vision of his death reached his parents Odin and Frigga, they did all they could to protect him. Frigga sent her servants all over the world to make every creature and thing vow to never harm a hair on Baldr’s head. All but mistletoe promised, too insignificant or too young to make the vow. After it was done, Bladr seemed invincible. Since nothing was willing to hurt him, the gods would sometimes gather around and throw things at him, watching everything bounce off without injuring him. Loki, jealous of the love and affection that was always paid to Baldr, came up with a plan to get rid of him. He had an arrow made of mistletoe and brought it to Baldr’s blind brother Hodr. He gave it to him to throw at Baldr as all the gods pelted him with objects and weapons. Hodr threw the arrow and, since mistletoe had never promised not to harm him, it pierced his chest, killing him instantly... And so Baldr was delivered to the depths of the land of the dead, looked over by Hel.

specific design notes under the cut thank you for looking!

Mistletoe is a very interesting plant to me. It’s not a tree or vine or bush, but instead its an evergreen parasite. The sticky seeds attach themselves to the branches and grow into it with a haustorium, which is a structure that lets them sap nutrients from the host plant. Haustoria’s name is a reference to this structure. “of the Pale” is a reference to not only the color of the berries but the pale gray and white landscape of winter.

Mistletoe berries are heavily toxic but also exist in winter, when other plants may be barren and “dead.” Because of that and their parasitic nature I see them as a sweet little balance of life and death. In addition to that, I use the split colors of the face/mask of Haustoria to reference the goddess of the land of the dead, Hel, who is described as having a body that is half black as death, split down the middle.

The structure of the outfit is inspired by Scandinavian and specifically Norwegian folk dresses, since I’m borrowing old Norse history for more inspiration, it seemed fitting. I also felt the style would be good to accompany the botanical and berry designs attractively.

The twin peaked hood is to further split the design down the middle, with little charms to show life and death.

I included white beads all over the outfit to represent the mistletoe berries themselves so they could stand out.

The dark side of her face is adorned with thorns and has three mournful black tears leaking down from her eye, as well as a hollow half of the center heart.

The light side is blushed and lively with shiny eyes, leaves shaped like the mistletoe leaves, red petals like the mistletoe blooms, three white dots to be the mistletoe fruit, and the center heart is full.

Her cape is white on the inside to represent the white of the berries and also the white of snow.

To cap it off, I do believe mistletoe is fitting for a plague doctor as they are still used medicinally to this day. :)

Thank you for reading everything and looking at my design! I’m very proud of her and I hope she doesn’t stretch the theme. And definitely more than anything else I hope you enjoy looking at her!

#I hope you like her #I suddenly was struck with a vision of this design so I had to drop everything to work on her for a few days #sorry for the long post though I had a lot of thoughts #<3333 #good luck to all the entrants I have been having fun looking at the other cute designs #I take immense interest in both botany and Norse mythology #kleptodoesart

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moondirti · 8 months

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DEE IK THIS IS SO OFF THE BAT BUT IMAGINE RIDING MIGUEL’S ABS??!;!;?:?:? WHATS UR CRUMB ON THAT BCS IM LITERALLY ASCENDING INTO HEAVEN JUST BY THE THOUGHT OF IT😩☝🏼

SUMMARY: after the events of DOUBLE RAPTURE, we follow Mig back home and explore his less than ideal relationship with his world's version of you.

explicit (18+) | 1.5k words

part one / can be read as a standalone! WARNINGS: smut, ab-riding, handjobs, codependant relationships, submissive (?) miguel, ANGST, fear of commitment (on the reader's part), implied parental issues, drinking, anxious/avoidant attachment styles NOTES: did this take me forever to respond to? yes. have i been thinking about it every day since i received it? also yes. please have a little drabble as a sweet treat for your genius mind, anon. sorry i took it too far

This is how it is with Miguel.

Buttressed on a leather couch that isn't so much leather anymore, but cotton dotted with the flakes of black suede that've managed to hold on through the years since you bought it. It's old, unstable – somewhat an apt metaphor for your relationship to the man – and stands situated across a television with no cable. He shows up at your door on any unannounced night, where for once you wish he'd catch you with plans pre-made, and intrudes on your vain attempt to connect the old screen to your neighbour's internet.

And it's ironic that you should end up watching dated cartoons anyway, stuck inside your apartment that is a fraction the size of his, because he always opens on some variation of the same line – the very thing that woo'd you all those years ago, when you were younger and prone to any man's charm:

What's a pretty thing like you do in a place like this?

It's dark outside – night-worn inhibition being one of the main constituents to poor decision making – and his skin gleams golden in the dim lamp light. You can't refuse him for all your rationale on why, so he comes in and you pour a strong drink whose hangover tomorrow will take precedence over your guilt. He drinks too, perhaps to make your eventual rejection easier, and the two of you make-out on that tumbledown couch until your lips turn blue.

Sometimes, he comes up for air – only when he gathers enough courage to break away from you – to whisper filthy nothings and little promises on the shell of your ear. Neither are empty, you know. Miguel’s good at making good of every word when it comes to you. The push and pull gets to him, fuels his gears until he’s pouring proper work into making you happy. From what you can physically face – gonna have you creaming on my cock, cariño – to prospects that remain ever-frightening – wanna stay like this forever, you on my lap, sharing our home.

You’ve never had a reference to ‘our’. Commitment remains a fickle thing for you, instilled by parents who didn’t have the mind to give it. He knows as much, but you don’t think he understands just what keeps you around regardless. What keeps you at the door, waiting for an acknowledged three-knuckle knock. None of the in betweens, flowers, nor the heights you reach spread-eagled underneath him. It’s always just been exactly that – his return, done every time without fail.

(And there’s the ever-negging fear that one day he’ll grow sick of the cycle.

On one hand, you hope he does. It hurts him more than it does you, and you hate to watch him leave. Yet on the other, more volatile hand – you pray he fucks you so well you forget your reserve, that he breeds and carries you away from this hole you’ve dug yourself in.)

For now, though–

For now, you lift the shirt off his frame. He’s let his chest-hair grow since you met him last, and if you strain to remember, he’s gotten bulkier. Abs more pronounced, with pecs that bounce when you graze your nails down his side. It’s refined, a look that makes him appear older. You swoop down to lick his neck, moaning hotly once you reach his mouth.

“You been working out, Mig?”

“For you, hermosa. Figured you’d like me better like this.” He groans, kneading the flesh of your thighs. His fingers dip into the waistband of your underwear, snapping it on your skin in an explicit plea to take it off.

“And who told you that?” You say, acquiescing, working the lacey strip off your hips. Your cunt sucks at it, belligerent in letting go now that it’s soaked the fabric through.

“A couple I met. They remind me of us.” His head follows yours when you draw away from an attempted kiss. It’s unintentional, done to stand off and strip completely, yet his reaction to it sends little tremors of pleasure to your core. “Of what we could be.”

“Shhhh.” Once you’re completely bare, tits freed from your tank top, you straddle him again, a little higher this time. His waist is cinched enough to allow you to do so with little fuss, tendons at the top of your thighs aching only slightly. “Make me feel good, please.”

“Of course.”

His thumb presses down on your swollen clit, holding it in place while you arch your back and trap it underneath you – sandwiching it between your mound and his midriff. The pressure is electric, charged to fervency, buzzing as it lights every nerve ending from your waist below. And three thrusts forth and back see to it that he’s slick, lubed with the juices that gradually seep from your needy slit.

The sight, the sensations, the thought that he’s putting effort outside of this room for you – they all make you exceedingly weak. Your legs wobble, practically jello, spine made out of sand and unable to support you fully. Miguel stays firm, one large paw squeezing your breast and the other at your pelvis. You’d ask him to help, to move you against him until you see stars, but a stone lodges in your throat and prevents the words from finding clarity.

It’s guilt, of that you’re familiar, but for a number of things; the fact that he would help you seek pleasure in spite of his own – his erection left abandoned under the confines of his pants. The idea of desecrating his hard work, those muscles made pronounced, with your filth without fully appreciating it first. For everything, everything, and it’s so crushing that you stop moving altogether.

“No, no. C’mon, pretty. Keep going.” He begs, pelvis thrusting up with need. You shove your arm behind you, seeking out the zipper keeping him from you, palming his hard length with clumsy assurance “Don’t worry about me. Wanna feel you cum on my abs. Gonna lick you clean after. We have forever if you’d let me. There’s no rush.”

No rush. It’s far from the typical Miguel sentiment, and you blink in perplexed contemplation. But he just grins, brows knitting up with reverence.

“Did these people also teach you to take your time?” You struggle to say patience, because he’s always been patient with you.

“Something along the lines.” He mutters, suddenly sheepish. His fangs always intrude when his tone is quiet, like they’re intentionally making him difficult to understand. He knows he’s special to you when you try to decipher it nonetheless.

“Don’t be making me jealous, now.” You taunt, dipping to bite his lip. It’s fun to pull up, up, until he whines and shoves you harder onto him. Achingly empty and close to cumming on his abdomen alone. Slowly, you start to gyrate again, riding unrelenting sinew. And in the meanwhile, you manage to get his zipper undone, sneaking your hand beneath his briefs.

“I’ll explain lat… later, p-promise.”

“I don’t doubt it. F-Fuck,” Somehow, the pleasure is simultaneously heavenly and not enough, this little game you decided to engage in tiptoeing the line. He’s good even when he isn’t trying, just laying there, pinching pebbled nipples with enough callousness that it aches in the best way. On your first date – which wasn’t really a date, but a happenstance meeting at your father’s shady bar – he’d been hesitant to hurt you like you wanted. The best he could do was pepper your neck with sore hickeys, pocketed in the back alley, touch kinder than any you’d experienced before. “Oh my god.”

“Y-You’re so soft. My gorgeous girl. So soft and… and pretty when you do that.”

“Mig.” You wail, useless in properly pumping his pulsing cock. It’s all you can do to palm the head, smearing prespend all over his velvet tip. And it’s hard, like smelted iron, throbbing hot and heavy. It’s been so long since you’ve had it in you that you’re sure it’ll take some effort to fit. The abstraction fills you with desperation so poignant that you start moving faster, rougher, seeking an end where you’re stuffed full yet doing nothing to actually achieve it.

That is, until–

“What do you need?” He asks.

Your hole clenches. Your guts knot together. Your orgasm gathers, full and sloshing wet, trapped behind the wall he’s been breaking down since his arrival.

“You!” You finally admit. “You.” Softer.

And when you cum, soaking his middle with shameless indulgence, all he does is flip you over to settle beneath him. The couch rocks with the sudden upheaval, threatening collapse, so he keeps a firm hold of your shoulders, kneeling between your quivering thighs. His breadth bobs from over his pants – you don’t recall taking it out – purple with restrained pain and just waiting for your cue to allow him entry.

“I’ve got you, cariño.” Miguel hums, positioning himself onto the divet of your cunt when you give a frail nod. “I’ve got you.”

And you know, of course you do. He’s never backed away from a promise before. Because that is how it is with Miguel.

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fusaes · 11 months

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Sub hobie x female reader? Maybe w a mommy kink too if you're comfortable? Love your work! ❤️

𝐈'𝐃 𝐃𝐎 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎 - ft. hobie brown / spiderpunk

🎬、 . *. ⋆ spanking, gn!reader, no specified genitalia, spanking/slapping, overstimulation, slight usage of good boy and mommy (not too drastic), sub!hobie, blindfolds, belts, hickeys, tears/crying, creampies, p in v, no protections (wrap it before you tap it y'all.), gagging (fingers), edging, crybaby hobie, semi-aftercare ✧. word count: 707

The rattle of the spiky belt restraining Hobie's hands onto the bed and his deep whines fill the steamy room.

His makeshift blindfold is already wet with hot tears from overstimulation, you've already made him cum for you 3 times already. ''You like that, don't 'ya?'' Your hands slap his face, the short feeling of the cold metal of his piercings hitting your palm.

Hobie could only nod continuously, his hands curling into a fist. ''Yes, fuck!'' Hobie throws his head back when you generously lick the tip of his throbbing cock, cum leaking out of it. ''I bet you do. How would the city feel if their beloved Spider-punk was crumbling in my palms right now?''

Hobie's tongue comes out of his mouth, chasing the cold feeling of your hands on his dick. The rings he gave you hit your hands perfectly but having his cum all over them made his cock stand up once more. ''No more… N/N, please.'' His chest rises up and down, trying to catch his breath.

''Mm, but this is your punishment, honey.'' Your hands find his coarse hair, patting his head and planting a kiss on his forehead. Your fingers slip under the blindfold and raise them up to see one of his eyes. All puffy 'n red just for you.

You loved seeing Hobie pathetic and hopeless like this. His hands wanted to trail your body, how badly he wants to just grab your body and fuck the life out of you. You kiss his nose and moved your hands faster on his cock.

''So pretty.'' Your hands slightly squeeze the base of his dick, earning a soft grunt from him. ''Fuck- put it in already-'' Your hand hits his face once more, letting go of his flushed cock. ''What did I say about commanding me around, Hobie?''

He whimpers, his face already red from the slaps and heat of the moment. ''You told me n-not to.'' His voice trembles, faltering at the cold air hitting his dick. Stray hairs sticking on you forehead from the sweat, and his hips thrust into thin air.

''You want it?'' You tell him, taking off your own underwear. You've been breaking Hobie's orgasms for 5 minutes now. Lovebites scattered all over his neck trailing down to his inner thigh, and scratches decorating his arms.

You had your fair share of Hobie's marks yourself, his nails also marking your hands; leaving crescents on your skin. Until you tied him up with his belt, attaching it to the bed frame.

''Yes- yes! Please… Mommy.''

Your actions pause, your brain failing to register the sound that entered your ears. A smirk grows on your face, throwing your underwear somewhere in the room. ''Didn't know you were this nasty, Hobie.'' You teased him, aligning his cock to your entrance.

''Well, you're gonna take it like a good boy for mommy.'' You sink down his cock, his hands threatening to slip out of the restraint. He bites his lip, while you let out a small moan.

''So good mmph-'' Your hands enter Hobie's mouth, gagging him with your fingers. ''S-shut up-'' You bounce on his cock, feeling his hot tongue swirl around your fingers. ''Suck on it, slut.''

You feel the veins of his dick pulse inside of you, his moans getting louder and louder. ''Close already huh- Don't cum yet- fuck, wait for me 'm gonna-'' Your hips give out once you both came at the same time, sweat pooling at your forehead.

Your body lands frail on Hobie, hugging his naked torso with yours. ''Have I told you I was sorry, yet?'' Hobie says, removing his own hands from the belt. A side of you knew Hobie only kept the belt on cause you wanted it, but he knew he could easily get out of them.

You laugh at his words, kissing his neck. ''Mmm, nope.'' ''Well, 'm sorry, love.'' He takes off the blindfold and kisses the top of your head. ''Let's catch our breath for a bit before we shower… Wanna stay in bed with you for a bit.'' Hobie laughs when you almost fall asleep on his chest, but he was feeling tiredness hit him too.

''Yeah.'' ''I love you, 'Bee.'' ''I love 'ya more.''

SORRY THIS WAS KINDA RUSHED !! but i love me some subby men<3 also im so sorry for being HELLA inactive too.. BUT ANYWAYS GET Y'ALLS FOOD ‧₊˚ ⋅ fusaes 2023 do not copy

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starstruckunknown-princess · 23 days

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Oleander - Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Oleander (Nerium oleander) - Meaning: Caution, Charm, Seduction

Summary: You feel something dark from Anakin when your training session turns into something even more physical.

Pairing: Anakin x F!Jedi!Reader

Word Count: 1026

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, PORN, SMUT, Basically 1026 words of filth, sexy touches, breast play, inappropriate use of the Force, slightly Feral Ani, fingering, Dark Side Eyes, Jedi Code is thrown out the window, oral (f receiving), use of pet name (angel), dirty talk, slight cum eating, rough doggy style, slight anal play

For Day 7 of my writing challenge I'm giving y'all some dirty smut! Second time publishing smut on here so let me know if I missed anything in the warnings! Also your thoughts would be awesome :)

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Likes, Comments, Reblogs are always appreciated! <3

You weren’t sure how exactly you found yourself in this position. One minute, you’d parried the blows from his lightsaber with your own. The next he was on top of you, sabers cast aside and his hot breath on your neck, his flesh fingers stroking your face.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his hand moving down your neck and dipping briefly under the edge of your robes. The skin-on-skin contact had your entire body buzzing.

You nodded. “Yes, Anakin.”

He groaned at how breathless your voice had become — whether from your intense training session or the effect of his touches, he didn’t know but he didn’t care, all he knew was that he wanted more. So he’d used the Force to undo your belt and shoved your robes open before trailing hot kisses down to your chest, over one nipple then the other.

“Maker, Ani,” you moaned as he tormented your breasts with his fingers and lips, tongue flicking over one while his metal fingers pinched and rolled the other.

He needed you to keep saying his name, a deep part of him craved it falling from your lips, so he shoved his flesh hand into your pants and found your clit with ease. He rubbed slow circles around it, making you arch into him and fist your hands into his hair, pushing his face further into your breast.

A flash in the Force pulled you out of the moment, something dark and dangerous emanating from Anakin and you shoved him off you with an extra push.

He landed a few feet away on his hands and knees, his brow furrowed but not in confusion. What flowed from his aura was anger. Frustration. Overpowering desire that made the air thicker between you. You could swear something flashed in his eyes but it was so quick you couldn’t be sure.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he schooled his expression, turning from dark and angry to innocent and soft in a moment. The sudden change in addition to your own swirling desire was making you dizzy.

“I-we shouldn’t,” you stuttered, pulling your robes back on to recover some semblance of modesty. You managed to only get to your knees before he was crowding into your personal space again, bringing with him the intensity of his aura.

“Why not?” he purred along the line of your neck, “Let me show you how much I’ve wanted you, angel.”

“Attachment,” you forced out through your ragged breaths as he kissed and nibbled and sucked along your neck, “is forbidden, Ani.”

“I love how you say my name,” he admitted, hands gently pulling yours away from where you kept your robe closed, “Let me make you scream it, angel.”

You let him remove your hands and pull your robes off again, leaving you bare from the waist up for him. He wasted no time in stripping your pants off you and kissing a long line from your sternum down to your inner thighs, each one setting off sparks under your skin.

“Such a good girl for me,” he said, lips brushing the top of your mound and making a whine fall from your lips. “Gonna make you mine.”

A sudden nip to your inner thigh and he buried his tongue in your pussy, expertly flicking your clit and stoking the growing fire in your lower belly.

“Ani…Aniii…” you moaned, hips bucking of their own accord against his ministrations. He hummed against you and adjusted slightly to insert two fingers, curling them against your sensitive inner walls.

“That’s it, angel,” he growled, “So tight, squeezin’ me so good, can feel you’re close.”

You were no virgin, but no previous partner was able to get you this close this fast. Then you noticed his Force presence, the same intense dark desire from earlier. You opened your eyes and met his gaze.

His yellow gaze.

He quickened his pace, and your orgasm crashed through your body, escaping your lips with a loud cry you didn’t realize was coming from you until your throat went hoarse. Wave after wave, with Anakin’s mouth lapping up all of your spend until your pleasure subsided and you pushed his head away.

He didn’t waste a second before flipping you onto your front and lifting your hips, pushing his impossible hardness against you. You gasped at the feeling of his rough pants rubbing your oversensitive pussy, then he bent over you and spoke into your ear.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, angel. You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?”

You could only nod, still blissed out from your first orgasm.

He backed off for a moment but returned a moment later, his unclothed cock rubbing along the wetness of you before notching into you. Ani pushed slowly but forcefully until he was fully sheathed in you, your walls pulsing around him and making him groan. You moaned his name again and felt him twitch inside you before he growled and gripped your hips, pulling halfway out before shoving himself back in. He did that a few more times, then began pounding into you mercilessly.

All you could do was take it, each thrust punching the air out of your lungs and brushing against your cervix. Your second release approached almost as quickly as the first, hastened as he leaned down and pushed his mechanical thumb against your clit.

“So close, Ani,” you managed to gasp, earning a satisfied grunt as he kept thrusting and placed his flesh thumb at the ring of your ass.

“I know,” he said through gritted teeth, “Can feel you, fuck! Squeezing me so good, gonna cum inside you, my good girl, fill you to the fuckin’ brim.”

His words all but shoved you over the edge, your throat completely drying out from your screams of pleasure. A few more thrusts and you felt him pulse inside you, spilling himself and painting your walls with his cum.

He fell forward, still inside you, in a sweaty heap on the training room floor. The dark desire within him was satisfied for now, but he knew you would be more than willing to help him quell it again.

#writing challenge #star wars fic #anakin smut #anakin x you #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x you #star wars smut #in bloom #sith smut

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tempestuous-lush · 1 year

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home || daryl dixon x f!reader

summary: You and Daryl go for a walk at your request, and you were also wanting to show him a spot you found.

warnings: oral (m!receiving and f!receiving), unprotected sex, sixty nine, creampie, and not sure there’s anything else for a warning.

misc: this is for @ambassadortotrilliusprime and gonna tag @hopefulatrocity since they just mentioned wanting more daryl from me. also using this gif, because damn did i imagine him looking like this trailing behind our reader.

The two of you walked side by side, Daryl occasionally offering his hand to help you over some exposed tree root or log. He wouldn’t admit it out loud but it was partially to feel closer to you. However, that’d only work if you didn’t huff every time he offered before ignoring his hand and helping yourself.

As the two of you walked along you turned around to face him, walking backwards, “The vest you’re always wearing, an MC?”

It was Daryl’s turn to huff, “And what do ya know about MCs, killer?”

You gave a mischievous smile as you turned around, eyes twinkling with something Daryl couldn’t quite place. There was zero hesitance as you walked through a creek bed. Mud and water splashed all up your legs and you didn’t care. Being out here, it suited you. Daryl watched the sunlight filter through the trees and hit your hair in a way that made it almost look alive. He followed the slope of your back until his eyes landed on that ass of yours. You wore those jeans on purpose, he was convinced.

He was drawn from his thoughts by your voice, “And what do you know about MCs, Daryl? I’m just saying, I’ve never seen anyone except for members attached to their cuts the way you are with yours.”

“Well, once again killer”- he really thought about peeling those jeans off of you - “you’re wrong.”

The two of you came to a clearing. It was obviously once a pasture. There was a bit of a hill, along with a pond. You elbowed Daryl in the side before nodding over to it, “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

He looked down at you before glancing out to where you were looking, “Yeah, yeah killer, suppose it is.”

You held up your rifle to look through the scope, checking for any walkers. You dragged Daryl out here. You didn’t have to do much convincing. You were excited by what you found. He was curious. The two of you ended up here. Daryl looked over at you, “Ranch hand.”

A laugh came out of you as you continued checking the landscape, “Really? Best you got? At least my guess made sense, Dixon.”

“So did mine.”

“Wanna tell me how?” You laughed just a little bit before you squinted down the sights and saw one lone walker. It needed to be closer before you took your shot.

Daryl huffed before thinking how to phrase it, getting a little flustered, “Just ya seem to belong here. Out in nature. Just, existin’ or some shit.”

You tried to hide the smile forming on your lips. But Daryl saw through it. He wiped his jaw before mumbling “it’s just a guess”. His face grew skeptical as you looked at him with that wicked grin he loved, a laugh in your voice as you commented, “Well, not a good one.”

“Well, since I’m so bad at it”- Daryl took a sip from his water - “what did ya do, before the world went to shit?”

Your eye looking down the scope again, you managed to keep a stone cold face at your response, “Prostitution.” It was difficult not to laugh when you saw he paused going to take a second sip. Just then, the walker you had your eye on came into your max distance. You exhaled, squeezed the trigger, and watched moments later as it fell to the ground. Lowering the rifle, licking your lips, you started walking, “C’mon MC president.”

Daryl followed behind you, a smirk on his lips as you added on, “And I wasn’t a prostitute. Would have made a damn good one though.”

The two of you made it to the fenced-in pasture. It was winter recently, so most of the grass had died back. It was really only just starting to grow so you both had a straight line of eyesight. It was clear. With a smile on your face, you sat down by the pond and patted the ground next to you, “C’mon down here.”

Hesitant, Daryl sat a bit rigidly next to you. Your hand on his arm though, thumb coaxing the band of muscle in his forearm, he instantly relaxed. It didn’t go unnoticed by you.

Laying back, you pulled Daryl to follow. The hand you held on his arm caused him to comply. Letting go, you ran that hand along the hem of his pants before curling it up beneath his shirt to rest on his heart. You focused on the feel of it beating, fingers playing with the wisps of hair. Daryl curled his neck to kiss the top of your head before laying back again, “This is nice, killer.”

Your eyes were on the clouds, a smile of contentment on your lips before speaking softly, “Looks like a rabbit to me, what do you think?”

“Mmm”- Daryl’s arm shifted behind you, his fingers splayed on your shoulder - “if that’s a rabbit, it ain’t a very fat one. You’d want to let it go. Try and get a better one. Now that…that looks like a turtle.”

You loved that he played along with you. And shit. It did look like a turtle. You laughed before playfully batting at his chest, “Look at you, Mr. Sharp Eyes.”

Licking your lips, you slowly shifted and swung your leg so that you were straddling him. His hands naturally gravitated towards your hips, squeezing, even as he asked, “Just what are you doin’?”

“I wanted alone time, just us, and uh” - you look around to further make your point - “it looks like I got what I wanted. But then again, don’t I always?” You leaned down and kissed him, softly. Next, you dragged your teeth along his scruff before licking at the sensitive spot on his neck only you knew about. He made the sexiest sound when you did that. Then, you slowly kissed and bit against the fabric of his shirt, eliciting a moan before you found yourself at his belt. You undid it and unzipped his pants. Bless Daryl Dixon and his tendency to go commando.

It was easy enough to peel the denim down once you readjusted to sitting between his legs. Daryl was about to object, paranoid people would see more than they should, when you grabbed hold of him. His cock in your hand left him a very weak willed man. Soon, you leaned over and circled your tongue around the head, tasting the salt and musk of him. You let your spit run down his cock and pumped up and down with your hand, all the while teasing, “I like the way you look when you surrender to me, Dixon.”

“I’d be a damn fool to think I could win against my killer,” Daryl managed to say before you swiftly brought your mouth back to his cock, sucking on it as you continued stroking him. His hand instinctively found your hair, grabbing a tight hold by the roots before slowly pushing you further down. Up for a challenge you let go with your hand, and focused on using just your mouth…dragging the tip of your tongue along the bottom until you reached that sensitive spot just below the tip and then taking as much of him as you could again. But soon, you wanted more, and you were standing up as Daryl watched.

You pulled off your boots and turned around to give him the sight of your ass as you pulled your jeans down. After all, with how he’s been staring at it with you walking ahead till you got here, you knew he would love to see it. It was one thing you could count on. Daryl Dixon loved your ass. You peeled down your jeans and took them off before Daryl patted his chest, “Well c’mon. Seat’s ready.”

Daryl watched as you came over to him and swiftly sat on his face, facing towards his cock. His tongue eagerly began exploring you, a hum vibrating against your skin from his satisfaction with your taste. His fingers kneaded your ass and spread your cheeks to better reach every bit of you. You nearly collapsed forward from how good it felt before focusing your attention back on him.

It was so difficult to focus though, to the point you eventually gave up. You’d occasionally suck his length, use your hands here and there, but his tongue was driving you to a fast release and it felt amazing. Your head flew up, hair flying behind you as your moans and panting traveled across the open space, beckoning anyone or anything that might hear. Yet, you didn’t care. Instead, you rocked back and forth pleading, “Right there Daryl. Fucki-fucking hell I’m gonna cum. Pl-plea-oh FUCK!” Your hips buckled and the intensity of it had you trying to pull away, but Daryl’s hand smacked your ass cheek hard before he pulled you down to him as if he was trying desperately to suffocate on your slick while you came.

Once you were back in focus, you heard the sound of a walker.

Snapping up, Daryl still beneath you, you quickly grabbed his crossbow and found your target, shooting down a walker perhaps thirty feet out.

Then, you yelped as Daryl moved you off of him, his crossbow dropping back to where it was. You landed in the muddy ground of the pond’s shore and Daryl braced his arm on either side of you in the mud before snapping his hips and finding his cock exactly where he wanted it.

His muddy hand found your face, fingers stroking your chin, “There it is.”

He started fucking you in the mud and you were incoherent. Your legs wrapped around him as your hips tilted up to meet him, pulling him in deeper. Daryl’s mouth was on your’s before working down to your neck and he released the top two buttons of your shirt. His tongue fell greedily on one of your nipples, sucking and nipping as he drove into you more and more. Your hands worked underneath his shirt and vest, nails digging into his flesh. As far as he was concerned, you could draw blood, and that would only remind him later of just how perfect you felt to him.

“Daryl” - his name escaped you like a prayer, before you found yourself breathlessly telling him - “I love you. So fucking much.”

He didn’t answer you but instead, kissed you once more. It was deeper, hungrier. Daryl drove his hips into you more, pushing the both of you deeper into mud and filth. That was when you felt it. He was hitting the perfect spot and you were soon chasing another release. His hand grabbed hold of your hair and pulled so your neck would be exposed to him. At that Daryl sucked and licked along your neck and combined with his cock inside of you, you came again just as he shot his cum deep inside of you. Only at that did he roll to the side, landing on his back in the same mud you were in, “Well, shit.”

The both of you started laughing, limbs loose and feeling relaxed.

After a few moments of quiet, you thought of what he had said earlier while the two of you were in the midst of sex. “Hey Daryl,” you said and he looked over at you, a soft smile still pulling at his lips. The way he looked at you made the heat begin to creep across your skin as you asked, “What did you mean, when you said there it is.”

He played with muddy strands of hair, “Well killer, bein’ with you, inside of you, that’s home. There ain’t a damn place I’d rather be.”

There it was. Daryl’s way of saying he loved you, too. Just as much, if not more. You sat up and walked over to your jeans, wiping as much mud off with your hands as you could before sliding them on and pulling your boots back onto your feet as Daryl zipped his pants back up and redid his belt.

The two of you walked back, hand in hand.

Well, until Daryl joked with you, voice sounding shyer than his proposition, “I’ve got it, ass model.”

You pushed him away, laughing.

He’d never guess that you used to work in a damn library.

#daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixion imagine #twd fanfiction #no y/n #i loved writing this

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ch3rriiii-bunn · 11 months

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Won't you join us?

THE WAY I'VE BEEN WANTING TO MAKE A OBAMITSU X BLACK READER AHHHH <333 Bye its so long lol hope you enjoy

Warnings: black fem!reader, hashira reader, mention of scars from battles, hinted insecurities about scars, minor manga spoilers, scar kissing, 3some, over stimulation (?), praising but some degrading from iguro, dom iguro, switch mituri, switch reader, squirting

You've been in the demon slayer core for 3 years now. You were actually recommended by mitsuri since she was assigned to save your village, she just couldn't over look your bravery and how you were able to take up a weapon and fight a demon along side her.

You met iguro when you joined the demon slayer core, starting as a low rank. You didn't exactly hate iguro at the time. You understood his overprotective mindset towards his loving girlfriend mitsuri, but it was a bit much at times. Surprisingly, you had a lot in common with iguro.

You had told both iguro and mitsuti your uniform covers you from the neck, down because you wanted to hide all the scars you've gotten from fighting demons. Iguro grew closer to you and told you about his scar on his face. Mitsuri loved how that was the moment iguro finally got close to you since you were very dear to her.

As the years went by, you eventually made it to being a hashira. It was a bitter sweet moment since the spot was open from the former flame hashira, but mitsuri and iguro welcomed you with open arms. "Y/n, we are going to get some food! Wanna come?" Mitsuri always asked you so sweetly, and you could never refuse, that and iguro would give you the death stare wanting you to come as well.

You've spent much more time with a couple, almost like you were a part of their relationship. The other hashira would tease you about it since most of the time they'd invite you on their dates, but you would never be a third wheel. "It's not like that. I'm just close with them, you know?" You laugh but see the serious looks on iguro and mitsuris face. "What's so bad about thinking that!? Y/n is very dear to me" Mitsuri said, pouting. "y/n is a woman worthy of my respects" iguro said.

They'd often say possessive things when it comes to you, almost way past the limit of friendship, but you didn't mind it. Their compliments would be way past friendship levels as well. You've been complimented many times by your braids and how you style them with hair pins and accessories, also how full and beautiful your lips looked when you wore the lipstick most female slayers wore.

Mitsuri and iguro agreed braids looked amazing on you, but seeing your natural hair is where they'd praise you like their girlfriend. "Y/n!!! Your hair is so beautiful and fluffy!! I love it! You look so hot!" Mitsuri would say like it's nothing but then blush in embarrassment when she dose realize. "Your nature hair is beautiful on you. You're only allowed to look this beautiful for mitsuri.. and me," iguro will say with a straight face.

The hashira would just say that you're in a relationship with both iguro and mitsuti. Even if you'd tell them no in the back of your mind, it felt like you were. It did stay on your mind for a while. You'd brush it off, but you couldn't help but grow an attachment to them and often catch yourself looking at them with loving eyes when they speak to you or even around you.

You walked out of the masters house after being called in for a meeting and sighed. "his health is getting worse... I wish I could help him more, " you thought, already greeving for your beloved master and not noticing the small noises you heard as you approached the turning point to leave the mansion.

You couldn't sense any demons. It was still evening, too bright for any demons to show themselves. You slowly approached the turning point closer to make out the noise, your heart dropped when the noises you were hearing were muffled moans and clothes rustling against each other.

You sighed, understanding what was going on the other side and rubbed your forehead in annoyance. As a hahsira you and the others have delt with these kinds of things before where demon slayers will do inappropriate things on their work time and it's always the hashira who have to check them.

You mentally got yourself together and walked around the corner. "Enough. Don't do these foolish things...by the masters... house" all the blood rushed to your face to see it wasn't any regular slayers it was mitsuri and iguro.

They turn their heads, breaking their kiss and gasping, looking at you. Iguro being behind mituri with his hands on her hips and her skirt Hiked up with her legs spread apart taking iguros cock deep inside her. You kept staring at them until mitsuri spoke, "y-y/n let me-" before she could finish, you slapped your hands on your face to cover your eyes. "I'm sorry!" You squealed and ran, bumping into a tree, making you fall backward.

"Y/n! hold on a second- Shit" iguro pulls out of mitsuri and you see his cock hang down with mitsuri's mess on it. You gasped loudly "no no! It's ok! Go back to what you were doing!" You quickly got up and ran away, trying to pretend you didn't see a thing.

It's been a week since the incident. Iguro and mitsuri couldn't force you to speak to them since every time you saw them, you'd get all flustered and turn in the opposite direction. You didn't mean to be rude, and you even felt bad, but you didn't know how to approach them after seeing what they knew you saw.

The master had summoned you, iguro, and mitsuri to discuss your next mission. It involved protecting a popular village that supports the demon slayers core with medicine and has been having strange demon events happening there.

You raised your hand. "Forgive me for speaking out of turn master... but do you think I'm suitable for this mission? Mitsuri and iguro are much stronger than I, " you said, trying to find some excuse to back out. Iguro stared at you, almost like he was furious, but in truth, he felt deeply hurt. You kept your head down. You knew iguro was staring at you and couldn't brush off the cold sensation.

"I assigned you since your censorabilities will be very usual for this mission, especially since it's on a hasiras level. You'll be accompanied by two hashira you're most close with. Am I mistaken? Are you not close with iguro and mitsuri?" Kagaya asked.

You took a moment to respond. You knew you were being stupid and stubborn by not talking to them about the situation, but at the end of the day, you loved them both dearly. "You're not mistaken master. You're correct. These two are my beloved, close friends. Pardon my rudeness earlier. " You bowed and turned your head to them.

Mitsuri was blushing so much at your words, feeling so much relief she started sweating. iguro wipes her sweat, and his eyes change from narrow to rounded with light in his eyes.

On the mission, things went back to their usual self. Mitsuri was clingy to you as always, and you and iguro bumped heads but in joking seriously ways. The demon situation at the village didn't take too long to handle. You ended up getting hurt, making mitsuri panic so hard she almost failed, but you were fine, of course. "Mitsuri, it's just a cut on my leg, see? They already took care of it. " You try to calm her down "NOOO MY PRECIOUS Y/N!!!!!,

It was still too early to go back. The people at the village offered you to stay one more day to rest and to heal from your injury. After the bath you took with mitsuri in the bathhouse, you went with her to her shared room with iguro. Mitsuri opened the door, and you had seen iguro sitting on the bed, playing with his snake Kaburamaru.

You didn't think much of it and decided to sit next to iguro, letting his snake lick your hand and come towards you. "So what did you guys wanna talk about? Is it the injury I got? Because it's healed already, just kinda sore," you chuckled. "No... actually, we wanted to talk to you about that day, " iguro said. You went silent.

"We're sorry!" Mitsuri burst out loud, bowing her head extremely flustered. "It was my idea to do it with iguro at the time! I was sure no one was around, but you ended up seeing, and then you started to avoid us! I'm sorry!!!" Mitsuri said, and you saw fat tears fall from her face.

You lift Mitsuri's head up and quickly wipe her tears away "Mitsuri it's okay! Don't cry. Please don't cry and don't even apologize. If anyone should be saying sorry it's me, I shouldn't have avoided you guys, " you said and hugged Mitsuri. "Yeah, you should apologize. I could understand how you felt but avoiding us? What did you think we'd do?" Iguro said, almost angry.

"Iguro, be nice," Mitsuri said, still hugging you. "I don't know what I was thinking. I just went stupid and lost all common senses on what to do in the situation. For that, I am sorry, " you said, looking at iguro. There was silence in the room before iguro spoke again. "Why did you just stand there that day. Usually, if someone sees people having sex in public, they'd be grossed out, but you didn't look grossed out, " iguro said.

"I just... well. It's you guys and I'd never be grossed out by you" you said letting go of Mitsuri and looking down at your knees "I guess I could say I didn't mind it but I left after because I shouldn't be watching" you chuckled nervously. "I wouldn't mind if it's you y/n," Mitsuri said.

You could've sworn you heard her wrong. What did she mean by that? You had so many questions running in your head and then stopped once you felt the two hold your hands. "We would never mind if it's you seeing us like that y/n. Right iguro?" Mitsuri asked with a big smile, and iguro nodded. You look at them and couldn't hide your feelings anymore, "you know... the other hashira love to tease us about being a relationship, but now it feels like we are having a couples talk."

Iguro scoffs. "What if I told you mitsuri and I would want you to be in a relationship with us. Would it be awkward?" Iguro asked, intertwining his fingers with yours. "No, it wouldn't," you said softly, looking at iguro. Mitsuri scoots herself closer to you, getting in the middle, and leans closer to you. "y/n. Is it okay if I kiss you?" Mitsuri asked.

You bit your lip and nodded. Mitsuri leaned in, cupping your cheeks with both her hands, kissing you passionately. Her lips were so soft, so plumbed you loved the taste of her lipstick on your lips and getting lost in her hold with her warm, soft hands. You noticed moments after to see iguro taking off his mask and revealing his scar.

You took a moment to look at his scar, stretched almost to his ears, and noticed how iguro didn't look at you, only waiting for your response. Once mitsuri pulled back from the kiss, you went closer to iguro. "You're beautiful," you smiled. Iguro looked at you, almost shocked and tried to not get emotional, only letting himself smile at your response.

Iguro leans closer to you and puts his hand on your neck, pushing your clothing aside just enough to see the scar that starts at your neck. "So are you," he said. You chuckle "its just one scar you're seeing. Would you still think im beautiful with many scars?" You flirt but also being serious. "Of course I would" iguro said, putting his hand on your neck bringing you into a deep kissm

Moments after you two pulled back and looked at mitsuri, who was so happy to see her two most loved ones see the beauty in each other, almosy bring her to tears. "You're both so beautiful," she said, cupping your cheek with one hand and iguro with the other taking turns by kissing you and iguro switching a few seconds.

The sun went down, darking the room, and the three of you were still on the bed. Mitsuri took out her braids and laid down on her side and iguro laying next to her with just enough space for once more person to be in the middle.

Mitsuri pats the spot in the middle and looks at you with a sweet yet seductive smile. "Won't you join us tonight, my love?" She asked, blushing even with her ears turning red. "Let's make you ours tonight," iguro added, holding out his hand to you.

You didn't even need to say yes. You took iguro's hand and laid down between the two to get the long night started.

It was hot, the bed was a mess, clothes scattered and moans filling the room with mitsuri on the right side, playing with your nipple between her fingers kissing you deeply and her tounge swirling around yours. Iguro on the right side, having his thumb rub your clit with his twi fingers deep inside feeling your wetness and having his lips on your neck, bitting and sucking on it.

Mitsuri broke the kiss with a moan, grinding her pussy against your leg "y/n your legs won't stop trembling, are you going to cum?" She asked and leaned her head down to lick at your nipple. You nod looking at her with teary eyes "not yet" iguro said pulling his fingers out and you whined from your ruined orgasm. "Tell her what you want, Mitsuri." iguro looks at mitsuri.

Mitsuri holds your hands and kisses your jawline "I want you under me, licking my pussy with iguros cock inside me. Please can I feel your tounge on my clit? Please y/n. I've always thought about it," Mitsuri begs. "I've always tounge about having my tounge here too" you confess touching mitsuri's pussy, rubbing at her clit making her mewl at your touch.

"Look how wet she is" iguro crawls over to mitsuris side to open her legs and uses his fingers to spread her pussy open. "Mm, you're more we than ever. I saw how wet you were from obed there." iguro slides his fingers through her wet folds. "Is it because y/n is here?" Iguro pointed out with a smirk, and mitsuri covered her face. "Yes! Don't be a tease iguro!" Mitsuri whines. Iguro and you exchanged looks, smiling at her cuteness.

"Come on. Let us take care of you, mitsuri, " you said, getting in a 69 postion with you lying down and mitsuri's lower half hovering over your face. you saw iguro line his cock up with mitsuris pussy teasing her. "He's big, isn't he y/n?" Mitsuri looked down at you through her boobs hanging down. "He is really big. For a short guy" you joked and touched iguros cock. "After I'm done with mituri I think I won't go so easy on you for that little joke" he said, putting his cock inside her making mitsuri let out a moan.

You hum and held mitsuris thighs licking at her throbbing clit and already felt her become a trembling mess, moaning at the doubled pleasure she's receiving. "how's y/ns tounge baby? You're clenching down on me so hard it must feel good, mm?" Iguro asked mitsuri. "It's so good! Your tongue feels so good y/n, and with iguros cock in me! Oh, it's so good~ " She whines, moving her hips in circles to feel more pleasure from your flatten tongue.

Your hand went down to your clit, rubbing at it from how turned on mitsuri's moans were, getting eaten out by you, sucking on her clit and her taking a cock at the same time and how dumb she became from the pleasure. "aahh!! I'm cumming! Cumming cumming!" Mitsuri sobs, almost screaming as she orgasm.

Iguro made a big thrust, filling her up and pulling out moments after. You crawled out from underneath mitsuri and cleaned your mouth off from her juice. "You also tasted amazing mitsuri," you commented, making her hide her face. "Now it's you're turn" iguro whispers in your ear, biting it softly. "Lay down on your side y/n." Iguro said

"Mm," you hummed with a smile, laying down on your side with your back arched to tease him. Before iguro got started, he began to kiss at your body, especially where your scars were. "You're beautiful. So beautiful, " he said with each kiss, and mitsuri did the same."Your body is beautiful. No scar could ever take that away, " she said so sweetly, bringing her face to yours

"it felt so good having your clit played with while being penetrated. You should feel it too y/n" mitsuri said and licked her fingers, lubricating them and started to rub at your clit. Iguro got behind you, lifting your leg up and shoved his cock inside you without warning making you gasp.

You used your hand to reach behind you to push iguro back by his abdomen, but he cups your boob and grabbed it to hold you in place. "Don't run from it, y/n. Look how good your taking my cock." Iguro kisses the back of your neck "squeezing me in so much you cant let me go can you?" he says lowly in your ear, thrusting his hips slow yet hitting hard making you whimper out. "you're gonna be good and listen to me yeah? Since you want to make that joke earlier. How dose my cock feel in your messy pussy from a short guy?" He chuckles

Your mouth hangs open with your loud moans filling the room. You tried to hide your voice, dare someone walk by and hear you but iguro only puts his fingers in your mouth, preventing you from hiding your voice "what whoreish moans your letting out. Looks like you want more if your moaning like that on my cock. Or is it mituri giving you more pleasure? Tell us y/n" iguro said, snapping his hips faster.

Mitsuri began to rub your clit faster and lifts your chin up to look at her. "I love you y/n" she said and kissed you "I love this face you're making for me right now, if only iguro could see it. So pretty" Mitsuri smiles "you're voice is so cute. Why would you hide it from us?" she kisses you and goes down to your boobs and starts sucking at your nipple.

"Dose it feel good when I do this?" She asked and you nod quickly, to fucked out to even answer "You're such a good girl, cum for us" Mitsuri kept rubbing your clit, not getting tired since she could do this all day thanks to her given arm strength. "So good, such a fucking girl" iguro moans.

They say that with their sweet words and iguros, soft kisses and love bites almost distract you from their rough actions. "Please, please, I'm so close. Please let me cum" you begged "yeah thats it, cum on my cock. Show me what a messy slut you can be" iguro said, pouding his cock, bullying his tip on your spot.

"Let go y/n. Cum for me" Mituri said. Your legs tremble with tears rolling down your face from the over situation and squirt. Iguro cums inside you through your orgasm and he chuckles with heavy breaths "good girl" he spanks your ass and pulls out of you. Mituri pulls you in her arms and pets your head, laying down. "You did so well, my love," she said and kissed your forehead.

You gave her a half smile and rested your head on her big, soft boobs. You felt iguros hand run up your thighs and grabbed your ass, rubbing it and him doing the same action to mitsuri. "Just lay back and relax. I'll clean up the mess, " he said, and mituri nodded happily

"Thanks, iguro," you said, closing your eyes.

#demon slayer smut #kny smut #iguro x reader #iguro smut #mitsuri x reader #mitsuri smut #black y/n

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adrinktostopyourthirst · 1 year

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Ok, since we're at it, what do you think Bucky does if reader decides to be bossy and torture him a bit in bed? Does he humour her or have that need to take control?

I let myself go a little... So did he...

Bucky bit back a mocking smile when you told him what to do, raising a brow at you in challenge. But what were you supposed to do? He had been teasing and mocking and terrorising you for a week, you couldn’t take it anymore. Besides, a curious, albeit slightly sadistic, side of you was really curious to how Bucky would respond to you taking the reins in your own hands.

You didn’t like it.

Yes, you knew Bucky could easily use one fifth of his strength and flip the dynamic back around, but you didn’t like the glint in his eye that said he would do that only to punish you for thinking you could dominate him. Some might say that was the last straw for you.

Nostrils flaring and jaw clenching, you pushed at his chest and his eyes widened slightly. Bucky wasn’t easy to read, but it was a skill you had mastered and you could tell he knew he had pushed you too far. You could also tell he wanted to take the full force of you and it made your insides burn with more need than what had been building that entire week.

You pushed again, and again, and again. And Bucky was so transfixed by that dark flash in your eyes, he truly did stumble back into the couch, flesh and metal fingers instantly digging into the cushions to get a hold of himself. But you had already climbed over him and were straddling him.

You combed your fingers through his slightly longer hair and watched his blue eyes flutter, heavy breaths heaving his chest and flaring his nostrils as he tried to steady himself. What the hell was happening to him?

With the third stroke of your fingers, raking your nails down his scalp and indulging in his answering shudder, you knotted your hands into the ends of his hair and tugged his head backward, making him look at you.

“You think you’re so tough?” you asked, seething the words through your teeth in a low whisper. Bucky’s fingers gripped the couch tighter, keeping still between your legs. Though you felt something stir.

Keeping his head tilted back, you used one hand to grab his jaw and brush your lips over his. A smirk spread over your mouth when you noticed him wanting to chase your kiss. “I think it’s about time you give me what I’ve been asking for, no?”

He swallowed and you took it as the perfect opportunity to slip that hand down and wrap it around his throat, squeezing slightly. Your voice was dangerously low as you purred the words at him, “Use your words, Bucky.”

His eyes flashed with fury and intrigue and he sucked in a restrained breath, narrowing his beautiful eyes up at you as the corner of his mouth twitched. And you could tell it hurt for him to spit out the words from that position. But the way his cock had started to press against a delicious spot between your legs through his jeans had you knowing better.

“I’ll do whatever you want,” he said through gritted teeth and you smiled at him sweetly. “What do you want?”

You slowly rolled your hips down over him and a strained growl rumbled from Bucky’s throat. “I want to come, baby.” You gave him a pout and another roll of your hips. “Don’t you want me to come?”

His resolve started failing and his breathing was getting heavier by the minute. “I do. I want you to come.” His voice was starting to sound …whinier and it made you perk up in his lap.

“Where do you want me to come, Bucky?” you asked him innocently.

“Everywhere,” he breathed, his pupils growing and gleaming like a beggar. “I want you everywhere.”

“You going to let me have you, soldier?” you sung softly and that nickname had his eyes harden instantly. Within seconds, he ripped your hand from his throat and threw you to the couch beside him, crawling over you.

And you thought that was the end of your reign as he manhandled you back into submission. But then he buried his face in your neck, lips attaching to your skin as he desperately ground himself down between your legs.

“Tell me what to do, baby,” he nearly whined against your skin, making your heart throb between your legs. “I’ll give you everything a thousand times over. Use me, sweetheart. Have your way with me.”

“Hmm,” you sighed in delight. “Good boy.”

#this does do things to me #fucking hell i want a sub bucky for once #writing #answered #drabble #drabbles #bucky barnes smut #smut #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you

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gayandfairycore · 1 year

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Thin walls

A/n this is the first smut I’ve written in awhile so I’m a little bit rusty. but there’s a serious lack of Lockwood and co smut here and I wanted-no needed to remedy that, lockwoods far too pretty for this lack of smut!

Summary: the walls of 35 Portland row are thin, Very thin.

Warnings: ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP, p in v smut, unprotected sex wrap it b4 you tap it, switch Lockwood, switch reader, oral male and female receiving, slight cock warming, Lockwood might be a bit ooc. Also this is not proof read so there may be some mistakes! Also grammatical errors.

Word count: 2,613 words

The warm smell of books and tea fill the late night air of the house, a hard cover book in your lap, as you snuggle up in your leather chair the crinkle of the material moving loudly as you move.

You don’t even realise the boy standing in the doorway, a look of soft adoration painting his face. His oversized blazer tucked around you in a protective hold. As you inhale his scent, “hello, my love” Lockwood whispers placing a tentative kiss on the side of your jaw, his arms reaching around to hold you from behind. A large smile breaking your face as you whirl your head up to place a soft kiss on his lips from your chair. Your lips moulding together perfectly despite it being an upside down kiss. Lockwoods teeth pulling gently on your bottom lip his large hands coming up to caress your jaw, his touch gentle and barely there as if he was afraid he’d break you, the suit wearing boy slips his tongue into your mouth in attempt to deepen the kiss your tongue’s fighting for dominance, until his reigns superior. His lips pulling into his signature cocky smirk.

His hands moving down your body, his nails bragging gently over your throat, a low hum repels from your chest muffled by his lips, his hands continue to move lower and lower, running along your clothed chest. He pulls back, concern drawn on his face as he asks “is this okay?” A love filled expression bewitches you it didn’t matter how many times you’ve had sex with eachother he’d always ask the same thing. Pulling the boy closer by his tie you whisper a sultry “of course, dear.” Before attaching your lips to his again, he feels his face heating up at your tone your fingers messily undoing his tie before pulling your lips back looking up at the boy through your eyelashes “I think we should move this somewhere more…private?”

“Oh absolutely, couldn’t agree more.” Anthony smirks his hand in yours as you both vacate the library your steaming cup of tea lying now thouroughly untouched on the side table, and book discarded haphazardly on the floor. Climbing each step seemingly lasts an excruciating long time being led behind the dashing ebony haired boy, you move his hand to your lips placing tentative kisses on his fingers, as he looks back at you with a lusting gaze turning around he tells you to put your legs around his waist, doing so, he then reattaches his lips to yours as you both stumble into walls, and discarded books laughs breaking when Lockwood trips over his own feet bashful smile on his face “sorry!” He chuckles

“Don’t be.” You say placing a kiss on his jaw, moving farther down to his neck you begin to nip, and suck on his skin whimpers and breathy moans leave him at the contact pushing the door to his room open he latched his lips to yours before shutting the door with his feet lying you on his bed softly he moves up your body from below, moving your T-shirt up to expose your uncovered chest. The cool air of his bedroom hardening your nipples, lockwoods dress pants growing exponentially tighter at the sight of you. His jacket you had previously adorned discarded somewhere in the house along with his tie. His hands made fast movements on his shirt buttons fumbling over a few only to slow down when your soft hands begun to palm him through his trousers. His head falling back as breathy moans left his lips “n-now y/n I thought I was meant to pleasure-pleasure you-“

“Hmm it goes both ways, locky~” you whisper in his ear, hand still palming him through his trousers nipping and pulling at his ear lobe, a sharp intake of breath leaves the boy as his cocky smile comes back to his face. Shedding his dress shirt and pants with little struggle his boxers doing little to hide his length. Running your hands over his chest you place a kiss over his heart, sucking and biting, and working your magic it’s no surprise when you let up the large purple and red bruise that’s in the shape of a heart over his heart.

Sinking to your knees at the end of his bed you place a kiss just above the band of his underwear pulling and snapping the elastic a whine leaves Lockwood “don’t tease darling~”

“How can I not when you look so pretty, needy?” You smile dragging down his boxers and freeing his length, he’s a little over average, and skinny. The head of his cock leaking precum, it’s large purple head had you salivating right then and there. spreading around his precum with your fingers, moving your hand up and down his length excruciatingly slow pace watching as a steady string of moans leave his mouth as you latch your lips onto his cock, bobbing your head up and down stroking the rest of his length that couldn’t fit in your mouth. Lockwood thrusting his hips effectively face fucking you, his hands gripping your head as he moves the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat making you gag a little, tears stinging your eyes as his pace increases moans escaping you as Lockwood tugs your hair the vibrations sending a wave of pleasure over the boy.

“Fuck y/n!” He exclaims “I’m close!” Swirling your mouth over the head of his cock the salty taste of his precum in your tongue is enough to make you salivate drool and saliva soaking his cock. Lockwoods thrusts becoming sloppier as the boy finally let’s go, his hot cum shooting down your throat and dripping down your chin as he pulls his still hardened cock out of your mouth. Leaning down to place a kiss on your lips he can taste himself on you.

“Mmm” leaves him before he can stop himself, lifting you up off of the floor your knees surely bruising from the hard wood floor Anthony’s large hands grip your ribs as his thumb comes to run over your hardened nipples caressing and neading the soft flesh of your breast “oh god! Lockwood!” You cry as his lips attach to your nipple, sucking with as much lewd sounds as he can produce, his other hand caressing your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fore finger and thumb.

Inhaling sharply as his fingers continue to pinch your nipples, the pain morphing into pleasure, the sound of lockwoods mouth detaching from your nipple with a loud POP! Fills the silence of the bedroom, your legs rubbing together in a feeble attempt to gain some friction.

“This feels a bit unfair DONT you think? I mean I’m fully nude and you’re still fully clothed. Why don’t you go ahead and remove them for me sweetheart?” Lockwood commands, softly, your mind scrambled at the boys mere presence.

“O-okay!” Your hands tug up on your tshirt flinging it to the floor in a hurry, you wiggle out of your pj shorts and underwear, Lockwood watched from above you, as you strip yourself of your clothes, showing him your everything. His gaze is intense but loving. “You are a goddess.” He says moving your limbs away from your chest and vagina. “Don’t hide from me, dear. Not now not ever.” Anthony commands his eyes glancing at yours with seriousness.

“I love you” you whisper “not as much as I love you.” He replies, placing a kiss on your lips, your chest, your stomach. Your naval, and finally the beginning of your vagina, Lockwood can see your wetness begin to leak onto your thighs when you rubbed them together, swallowing hard the boy dips down, his large hands gripping the flesh of your thighs and moving them farther apart, he unconsciously plays with the flesh of your thigh, kneading and rolling the flesh he grips it with enough force to produce a moan and light bruises, as he looks up at your face, looking at him with shyness your previous confidence seemingly dissipated. He holds eye contact with you as he licks a long stride up your vagina, your wetness gathering along his tongue as he swirls it around, his finger coming up to rub figure 8s on your clit “oh god lock-Lockwood! That feels so-so good!” You call your head thrown back in ecstasy.

It encourages Anthony to push a little more pressure on the tender bud, your legs attempting to squeeze shut, clasping against his head, suffocating him in your thighs. Lockwood let’s out a pleasureful hum that reverberates through you the vibrations enough to bring that familiar feeling back into your lower tummy, the sensation coiling tightly desperate for release as your hands burry themselves in Lockwoods curly hair tugging tightly as he chuckles, your slick dripping down his chin as he inserts one of his fingers as it rams into you with speed, hitting your g-spot, loud lewd moans leave your lips as Lockwood heightens his pace, the coiling within your stomach is about to snap!

when nothing. Lockwoods fingers have relented their momentum, his tongue no longer swirling and curling within you at just the right pace. “Ugh lock wood! What the hell!” You whine reaching behind you throwing one of his pillows at him satisfied when it hits him in the face, and oof! Sound muffled by the fluffy pillow.

“I’m sorry darling but I had to get you back for all your teasing.”

“You really suck you know that?” You say crossing your arms over your chest

“We’ll perhaps I need to make it up to you.” He retorts inserting his fingers back into you

“Lockwood!” You cry as he slams into your gspot with his fingers, curling them, and rubbing your clit at the same time it’s only a matter of moments before the cool begins to grow and snap when Lockwood curls his fingers knocking your special spot and the added pressure on your clit makes you let go loud and breathy moans leave you your back arching eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Your juices squirting, and yet Lockwood doesn’t halt his movements infact he speeds up. Your second orgasm building, and releasing within moments when the boy attaches his lips to your clitoris.

When you orgasm for the second time he’s ready, lapping at your vagina, the loud sounds of sex and the squelching of your juices fills the room, disorientation and overstimulation mixes together well as

Lockwood lines himself up with your entrance, sinking himself into you, groans escape the boy as he revels in the feeling of having himself cockdeep inside you, waiting for you to adjust to his size his concerned features look down at you silently asking you if it’s alright for him to move now.

Panting and nodding, Lockwood began to bottom out before slamming back into you “oh god! Lockwood!” Soft moans and whines leaving the boy in front of you.

“I love you y/n” lockwood whispers placing a kiss on your lips, and moving his hands down to rub your clit, the sensitive bud pulsating from his previous care to it when his hands lightly brush over the bud it brings a sharp whine from your lips as his thrusts picking up pace as his lips attaching to your breast as moans reverberate from him, his cock sinking deeper into you, hitting your g-spot “oh Lockwood! Right mm right there!”

“God y/n you feel so good!” He groane, as your fingernails claw at the boys back. In pleasure. Moans escape his lips at the burn from the cool bedroom stings the cuts.

The familiar feeling begins to build in Lockwood at the sight of you below him, writhing in pleasure, a moaning mess beneath him. You were all his, and he was all yours.

“Darling I’m gonna- gonna c-um!” Lockwood calls out in warning, sharp hiss leaving him half way though as your hands take through his hair “ngh! Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop!” You whimper the sound of the headboard against the walls and the sounds of lockwoods cock slamming into you the smell of sex intoxicates the room as Lockwood comes undone, you coming shortly after at the whimpering whine that breaks from deep in lockwoods chest. His hot cum shooting inside of you mixing with your own. He leaves his cock in you for a a moment more not yet ready to relieve himself of the warmth and comfort of being inside you.

A proud boyish grin paints his face as he watches both of your cum mixing together and spilling out of you.

His lanky body collapsing beside you as you both panted desperate for breath rolling into his side your head on his chest you placed a chaste kiss over his heart the hickeys from earlier a stark contrast against his pale chest; as he stretches his arm of the side of his bed he grabs a clean tshirt wiping you clean and pulling you into him.

Pulling up his teal duvet he rests his head atop yours as sleep finally overcomes the pair of you, the clock striking 3 am.

The kitchen the next morning is quiet, the only sounds are from the pop! of the toaster, and the boiling of the jug. the group sitting around the table in silence lockwoods proud smirk obstructed by his newspaper as your legs shake under the table, taking a sip at your tea, in awkward silence. Lucy’s shit eating grin plain on her face as her chest moves with her full body laugh “so you guys finally did it huh?”

“Wait what- you- you guys heard?!?” You cry out mortified “also finally?” Lockwood adds

“Uh huh” Lucy nods “everything.” She reiterates pointing an accusatory piece of half eaten toast toward you both, cheek splitting smile on her face as she shakes her head.

“And plus George and I had a bet, who’d initiate it first, he said y/n, and I said Lockwood.” The girl exclaimed holding a hand out for George to put a 20 in her hand.

“We have thin walls you know.” George speaks up, looking disappointed in himself as he hands over a 20.

a shadowy look overtaking his face as he was seemingly reliving the sounds from last night, his room right next to Lockwood, the sound of the squeaky bed bashing against the wall and the loud moans and other lewd sounds traumatising the researcher.

Embarrassment colours your cheeks as Lockwood laughs at the boy placing a hand on your shoulder, as he places his newspaper on the table moving to butter some toast

“Very thin walls in fact as I recall you guys sounded quite like this” Lucy calls chomping on a piece of toast and faking boarder-line pornographic moans “oh Lockwood! Please! Please!” And “oh y/n! Feels so good! God so good!” She continues to impersonate smirking into her tea at the embarrassment that now covers lockwoods cheeks.

“Who would’ve thought George your best friends a switch.” The brunette girl chuckles at the disgust on George’s face

“Oh god gross!” He exclaims covering his ears and pushing up his glasses

“I might have a look in that paper for a new job- one where the members don’t almost have sex in the library!”

“But Georgey we didn’t!” Lockwood exclaims “plus, you’d miss us too much to leave.”

The dark haired boy relents sinking down in his chair “I guess”

Sharing an amused glance with Lockwood he places a kiss on your lips as he walks past taking the newspaper from George’s hands.

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collapsedglasshouses · 7 months

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Can you write mutual pining and jealousy with Noah please? I don’t know how to elaborate but may be one of them got hit on or something

A/N: Of course! Thank you for requesting! This had been sitting in my drafts for a while now, I apologize, but sometimes finding the right words is hard and I don't want you to receive something half-hearted! ♡ I hope you enjoy! ♡

Heartfelt Secrets [Noah Sebastian x Reader]

SUMMARY: When you get hit on by a weird stranger at a bar, Noah finds himself unable to contain his feelings any longer.

WARNINGS: mutual pining, jealousy, FLUFF, ...

TAGLIST: @measuredingold @cncohshit

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ �� ⊹

Laughing, you ran with your best friend, Noah, through the late summer rain, your destination the bar about 200 meters in front of you.

“Wait!” You shouted after him as he sprinted away. “I can’t keep up with you, giraffe!”

“Did you just call me giraffe?” He wanted to know. He held his chest as if you had shot him with your words.

You were still laughing when you finally came to a stop in front of the bar. You leaned your head against his chest as you tried to contain your breaths and laughter, totally forgetting about the rain around you.

You hadn’t seen Noah in a while, since he was away for tour for almost three months. When you first met years ago at a small concert of his band, you were basically attached at the hip as soon as he came home from tour. In fact, it was so bad that your friends started calling you an old married couple.

At first you laughed it off but as soon as you really put your mind into it, you started to see it too. You were acting like an old married couple. You in fact did almost everything that would make people think you are a couple, except of the physical aspects like kissing or been intimate.

So, when you stepped inside the bar you chose for tonight, it wasn’t weird that he held your hand as he guided you to a free table.

You sat side by side at the table, your bodies almost touching, but not quite. The space between you felt charged with energy, but neither of you dared to acknowledge it. The air was thick with desire, the longing in your hearts growing stronger with each passing moment.

As the evening unfolded, you couldn't help but steal glances at Noah when he wasn't looking. His dark hair framed his handsome face, and his eyes, like twin pools of endless depth, held a hint of something he hadn't yet expressed. You admired the way his lips curved when he smiled, the way his laughter resonated in your soul. Every stolen look, every accidental touch, only fueled the growing fire inside you.

Noah, too, was trapped in a whirlwind of emotions. He couldn't concentrate on anything but you. The way your eyes sparkled with mischief, the softness of your voice when you spoke, and the way you laughed as if the world had no hold on you—it all consumed him. He found himself longing for something more, something he couldn't quite put into words and also didn’t dare to even try for the risk of your friendship.

He loved your company. In fact, he loved it so much that he almost started to crave it when he was away. “Coming home” started to become “coming back to you” for him.

The night carried on, and the tension between you continued to build. You both enjoyed having each other around again. The air felt electric, charged with unspoken words and unfulfilled desires.

Than something, or better someone, distraught you little bubble of happiness and closeness. When Noah went to the bathroom, a stranger sauntered up to the table you were seated at. The stranger’s eyes fixated on you, causing to form an unpleasant goose bumps on your body. The guy’s grin was flirtatious as he struck up a conversation. Since you did not know how you’d get rid of him, you engaged in polite small talk, trying to let the stranger's innuendos fly over your head.

When Noah made his way back to your table, his heart twisted painfully as he watched this stranger invade his personal space with you. Noah felt how this fierce and possessive emotion crept up inside of him, even though he knew he had no right to feel that way. You could do whatever you wanted. You weren’t his girlfriend. But in situations like this, he wished you were. He couldn't stand the thought of someone else capturing your attention, of someone else making you smile and laugh.

Driven by an impulse he couldn't contain, Noah slid his arm around your waist while sitting down even closer next to you, pulling you to him. You felt how your cheeks heated up. His touch was possessive, a silent declaration to the stranger that you were off-limits. He shot a glare at the intruder, his voice low and laced with a hint of warning. "Sorry, but they're with me."

You turned to look at Noah, a mixture of surprise and gratitude in your eyes. The stranger, unimpressed by Noah's presence, attempted to continue his advances. "Come on, sweetheart," he said, his tone dripping with charm. "A pretty thing like you deserves someone who can show you a good time."

You felt how Noah’s grip on your waist tightened and he spoke with a hint of irritation. "I don't think they're interested. You should probably find someone else to bother."

You were taken aback by the protective edge in Noah's voice. The stranger, finally getting the hint, backing away reluctantly and leaving the two of you alone once more.

Noah's heart still raced as he met your gaze, his eyes revealing vulnerability he'd never shown before. "I couldn't stand seeing someone else hit on you," he confessed, his voice trembling slightly when he saw your surprised look.

A warmth spread through your chest as you realized the depth of Noah's feelings. "Noah," you whispered and laid a hand on his chest as he turned to face you better, your heart pounding in your chest. "I couldn't stand it either."

You noticed how his eyes flickered to your lips for a second. You felt like you were on fire when you gathered your courage and leaned a bit towards him, inviting him.

With that, the barriers between you crumbled, and you both leaned in, closing the gap between your lips. The kiss was electric, a culmination of years of pent-up emotions and unspoken desires. You felt light-headed when he grasped your face and pulled you even closer. When you finally pulled away, breathless, you smiled at each other, a shared understanding passing between you.

In that moment, you both understood that your friendship had transformed into something deeper and more profound way before this event. You were no longer just friends; you were two souls hopelessly in love, ready to explore the unknown territory of your relationship.

No one spoke a word as you smiled like idiots and held hands, continuing to enjoy your night. You couldn’t help but think that under some rare exceptional circumstances jealousy maybe had its perks. It had pushed you both to finally admit what had been feeling in your hearts all along, and now, you were free to explore the love that had been waiting for you all this time.

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serenelia · 20 days

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ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴀᴍᴏᴜᴄʜᴇ/ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Content includes: SFW, mentioned vampire Harbinger Childe, ball room dancing that's probably all over the place, the reader experiences stress (to say the least) and vomits.

Scroll away if you don't entertain any au's regarding vampires, witches, and hunters. Also this is quite long (yes again), almost two-thousand and five hundred words, grab a drink!

If you haven't read the first part: ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʟʟ

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Before she could even begin to theorize who the person was, she’s promptly shut up once he ceases spinning her around and intertwines their hands. One of his hands takes hers from the same side and places it on his shoulder, resting his on her waist soon after. The gentleman looks.. soft; compared to his intimidating gaze and aura, his features are similar to those of a porcelain doll. A pretty one at that. If one were to differentiate between Childe and him, she could definitely say with confidence that the stranger is more pleasing to the eyes, one would be easy to be distracted by such a man.

The two stared at each other as they swayed gently from side to side, and [Name] felt her breath be taken away upon examining his face even further. Illuminated by the bright light of the chandelier above, his soft indigo-colored hair framing his soft cheeks, his pale skin, and sharp eyes perfectly compliment his very being; even [Name] could feel herself slowly starting to get insecure in his presence. And upon shifting her gaze to his lips, she could see the corner of his lips quirk up and the shine of a sharp and long fang.

[Name] gulps. “Is it too late to back out now?” the stranger muses, evidently entertained by her previous comment that was very obviously for the man she danced with before.

“..My apologies, dear sir; I had intended that for my previous dance partner, Childe, who.. had suddenly left.” She forces herself to look away, her gaze locking with the audience as she turns away, and sees Childe scurrying away in the crowd, not even bothering to look back at her.

Well, it's not like she wanted him to, but she was hoping he'd be attached somehow. Those make the killings easier.

The latter snorts, “Do you…” His laughter dies down as quickly as it came, and [Name] didn’t have enough time to react as he abruptly raised their intertwined hands and spun her around, eliciting a surprised gasp from the lady.

He slows her down after a few spins, intentionally making her land right on his chest. He places a careful hand on her back, pulling her closer, and he whispers, “When dancing with someone, it's rather rude to focus on other people, don't you think?”

“…” Her eyes widened, her mind turning to mush at their nonexistent distance, and her heart started beating loudly in her chest. Yet before she could even respond, he swiftly maneuvered her back to her previous place and started swaying them once again, wearing a small but polite smile.

“..My apologies; I was simply confused for a mere moment.” [Name] says through gritted teeth, mentally cursing at the rate of her heart at that one cheesy action. How many more times is he going to spin her around?!

“Forgiven,” he replies, a smirk growing on his lips. “I am Scaramouche, the 6th of the Eleven Harbingers. I must apologize for my fellow Harbinger’s actions. I’ll make sure to ask him to give you a proper apology later.”

[Name] smiles back politely and shakes her head. “Good evening, Sir Scaramouche, I am Lady [Name]. You ought not to, I’m sure the matter is something of outmost importance for him to handle.”

“Even if that is so, it’s still rather rude to leave your dance partner in the middle of it.”

“You need not to fret; I take no offense to it.”

Scaramouche squints his eyes. “Lying is not a very friendly mannerism to a stranger, is it?" he says, tilting his head to the side and peering down at her.

forcing a smile, [Name] made an effort to avoid glaring at him, “Quite so, though, may I ask why you took it upon yourself to replace my previous partner?” her charm was working marvelously on Childe, a little more would have him end up in her lab. Why did he have to intervene?

The Harbinger replies in a sly tone, “Upon realizing his gaze would inevitably stray away from you, I had to clean up after him to make sure he doesn’t do more harm than good.”

[Name] raises a brow, “Then one should not bother himself with a fleeting matter such as this, I assure you, there is no need to occupy your time with a dance.” She removes her hand from his shoulder and takes a step backward with her body following suit, accompanied by an outreached hand; the latter does the same and assists her once she spins herself and lands carefully near his chest. His hands outlining her waist, she wraps her arms around his neck and threw her head back as Scaramouche leans her downward.

She tries her utmost best to avoid ogling his face, “Why, there is no need to belittle this wonderful dance; I am finding it rather enjoyable, so consider my time well occupied.” Scaramouche praises, though [Name] could clearly see the empty words behind it.

He guides her back to her feet by the waist, “I am incredibly honored to hear such.” [Name] lies, moving her hands from his neck back to his shoulders as they started swaying side to side, frowning at his natural beauty and nonchalant behavior.

a flicker of doubt crosses his face, “..I find myself honored as well to be able to speak to you, Lady [Name].”

[Name] forces out a smile.

silence overruns the space between them, both plastering polite smiles on their faces, one more visible than the molecule of a smile the other has. After a few more seconds of their bodies swaying, they switched their perspective positions and once again intertwined their hands together. [Name] takes a step back before raising their hands to hang above her head to be able to place herself by his side, facing the opposite direction with their arms resting on top of each other.

To her surprise, it was he who broke the silence between them: “How does one find the event so far? I hope it suits to your adequate tastes.”

[Name] glances at him from behind. Is he one of the people who arranged the whole event? Or maybe well acquainted with the person who did?

Perhaps she should watch her mouth from now on.

“This event has been wonderful so far; I can tell a lot of effort has been put into it to make it satisfactory for both races,” she replies, which, in a way, is true.

Scaramouche suppresses what sounds like a scoff: “Yes, this whole event wishes to bring both the human race and the vampire race together.” The two break off the physical connection between their arms and held hands, with Scaramouche raising them as [Name] spins herself before doing the same for the latter. After he spins, they repeat their outstretched arms by their sides. “I must say, this whole idea is rather.. idealistic. Don’t you think so?” he continues, gaze glued to her figure during the whole step.

[Name] remains silent for a second longer. “Why does one think so?" she asks, her eyes finding it difficult to maintain eye contact. They each took a step to meet at the center and held hands, withdrawing for a mere moment before letting go of one pair as she started to slowly walk in a circle around him, with Scaramouche having to adjust his hand over his head once she made her way behind him.

“Anyone who had proper education would be able to process that.. ideas like that are just utterly impossible. It defies the natural law in the food chain, no? With who has the most favor in the eyes of the “gods,” it’s pretty obvious whose more deserving to rule.” Scaramouche states.

[Name] could almost trip at the absurdity of his belief. “…Is that so?”

He tilts his head once they come to face each other. “Do you not agree, Miss [Name]?”

“I.. don’t have a particular view on that subject,” [Name] mutters, lowering her head slightly to avoid his unwavering stare. Aside from the predicament she finds herself in, at least she can confirm that this gentleman is a vampire. A psychopathic human who would be willing to be a blood bag for vampires doesn’t seem to be a plausible explanation. It is also worth adding the glimpse of a fang she saw earlier, further supporting her theory. The only remaining challenge here is figuring out where he prefers his blood to come from.

They repeat their outstretched hands from their side, and [Name] could feel her anxiety (or could it be giddiness?) spike up once she felt his hands embrace the sides of her waist firmly after she spun herself to land with her back to his chest, “To be able to grasp the true reality of this hierarchy-focused world, one must adapt their beliefs and get rid of this foolish agenda,” he speaks up while lifting her carefully into the air, her feet kicking purely out of instinct at the loss of ground beneath her. [Name]’s heart rate only increases as he spins himself around, taking her along with it, her beautiful dress a dazzling display for the awed audience.

He swiftly gently places her back on the ground, their hands instinctively finding their way to each other, “Only in that way can you accomplish your desired goals,” Scaramouche adds, his eyes boring onto her whole being with silent but much perceived expectations. [Name] feels the overwhelming urge to run away to her bones; she feels naked around him. With the way he worded his sentences and the tone along with them, it was as if he knew everything about her already.

Cold sweat drips down her back.

What does he mean by that?

Does he mean something more?

Does he know I’m a witch hunter already?

Is he going to expose me?

Oblivious to her panic, Scaramouche continues dancing to the music, seemingly thinking she’s merely thinking about it in her head. He decides to take the lead. His hand always with hers as they became the sole partners left dancing under the light. Their movements were graceful and calculated, appearing to be peaceful for both parties, with the exception of [Name], whose expression slowly turned to one of morbid horror the longer they danced. Scaramouche, for some reason, doesn’t react whatsoever, only keeping a small smile on his face. Only giving rise to her unparalleled feeling of distraught.

The cheerful atmosphere inside the manor suddenly becomes claustrophobic, and the space around her seems to be choking all the air remaining inside her lungs. She needed to get out of there fast. She had underestimated the gravity of her whole situation; she had overestimated herself.

When will this dance end?

The music provided by the musicians was constantly fighting with the dominating ringing in her ears, the muffled voices of the audience increasing and decreasing in volume; it pierced her ears, yet it was almost as quiet as the soft whisper of the wind. Her feet stumbling even at the perfectly made marble floor, her heels screeching upon contact, they trip among themselves, every spin and turn made, but never did she make an attempt to run away. She can’t.

It’s all too much. She could feel the merciful brush of the wind upon her hair, the warm touch of the light above, the tight hug of the corset in her chest, yet the most primary of all, his penetrating gaze set on her, the strong scent of his cologne hazing her mind, his cold touch on her clothed skin, leaving a burning sensation behind. Every trail of his finger from her hand to her shoulder, down to her waist, creates a shockwave of shivers that resonates with her very core.

Please, please, have pity on me, gods!

Let this night end!

Suddenly, everything stops.

The crowd applauds as the music slows down, and they’re both standing in the middle of the circle, facing one another. [Name] had to take a moment to process it. She scans the room around her, and with her raggedy breathing, she can’t find it in herself to say anything, let alone breathe in his presence.

It’s… over?

Something heavy and tight presses itself against her neck, and she involuntarily flinches. Her hand immediately shoots up to her collar; it grasps on nothing. The imaginary force’s hold on her tightens as she locks gazes with Scaramouche. “I thank you again for having this dance with me, Miss [Name]. I hope the rest of the night treats you well.” He purrs and takes her hand up to his lips, pressing a light kiss on the glove.

She clutches her free hand tightly, “..To you too… Sir.” [Name] manages to croak out, barely hearing him over the sound of her heart in her ears and the audience’s amazement.

And with that, he lets go of her hand and leaves his station, blending in with the crowd only a few seconds later, and [Name] is left on her spot, frozen. Looking in his direction with a chill up her spine, this mission was too precious to give up, but was it really worth it just for her experiment?

Her stomach twists and turns in her throat, and [Name] makes quick work with her feet in finding the restroom.

She hastily washes her mouth and hands after exiting the cubicle, banging her hands onto the sink counter repeatedly.

Curse him, curse him, curse him!

her voice strains itself in her throat, tempting her to let it out, but imagining the possibility a fellow guest walking in on her and having to explain brings a blush to her cheeks and a headache in her already dazed head. So she settles by whispering it loudly to herself instead, resulting to her coughing into the sink as flashbacks of the previous dance floods her mind. She takes a deep breath with her eyes closed, but it proved to be useless meditation for his smell clouded her sense of smell everywhere she turns. Oh, how she wishes she could wash it off her right this moment.

It was intoxicating. He was intoxicating.

the sensation of dread and excitement only continued to plague her mind. It never occurred to her—the real danger of being undercover and having a dance with your victim. It was as if the gods were punishing her and keeping her humble.

She scoffs and takes out a small container she kept hidden in her, opening it before applying the ingredients imbedded in it to her lips, wrists, and neck.

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..this was originally supposed to be like 5k words but I held back (my schedule partook in it too). Truly, I was supposed to make this plus two more scenes all in one post, but I was editing and decided to check the word count and... almost 2,500k words... And I know that'll be a mouthful 😪 and I thought that if I delay it further I was afraid ya'll would lose interest and would probably forget about it, haha.

Apart from my self-pity, I really enjoyed making this! Took me like 5 days for this and the rest of the outline.. It was still enjoyable nonetheless. So I hope it's a joyful read too!

Likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated!

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amyispxnk · 6 months

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Hangin' with Dracula.

Finale of my Halloweeny drabbles with Joel!

31/10- trick or treating.

A/N: I love this trope with Joel where he falls in love with the babysitter so damn much. Also Sarah. Also Joel with slicked-back hair.

Joel Miller x f!reader

Word count: 2046

Warnings: fluff, kissing, mentions of a divorce + adoption (Sarah's not adopted in this DW), pet names

DO NOT COPY THIS WORK IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

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You crouched down on the purple rug, picking up jewels from the pot beside you and carefully attaching them to the girl in front of you, adding the finishing touches to her witch costume.

"You've put like eighty of those things on my face, is it done yet?" She groaned, despite having asked for the fancy gems and designs from you.

"There are only 14 on there, stop complaining."

"Okay, okay, I just wanna go already!" Sarah exclaimed, foot tapping furiously beneath her as she sat on the edge of her bed.

"Calm down, just 2 more." You said as you reached for another gem.

"One.. two.. and done." You grinned, standing up and clasping your hands together as you admired your handiwork. Swirls of different sized and shaped purple gems adorned her face, with a little eyeshadow - that took a lot of convincing for her father to allow it - and her hair done as best you could. Hair was never really your strong suit.

You had spent at least an hour getting supplies and trying to make the costume look as good as possible for her though, enjoying the task and finding it a good opportunity to grow your relationship with the girl.

You had been Sarah's babysitter for almost 3 years now, and you both loved eachother, and although she wouldn't admit it she thought of you as the maternal figure in her life. You were so caring and patient with her, good to both her and her dad, and a sweet person in general.

And although you were supposed to be just her babysitter, you found yourself coming round to their place for things even when Joel was home like dinners and movie nights etcetera. He appreciated you a lot, and knowing Sarah liked you so much made him like you a lot too.

"Okay, don't touch your costume too much! I'll go get your dad then we'll go." You told her before walking out of the room and knocking on his down the hall.

"Joel? She's ready.." You called from behind the door. He adjusted the bowtie on his much too extravagant costume before opening the door, immediately hiding his face behind one hand when he saw the look on your face.

"Oh my god. You went all out didn't you?" You teased, moving his hand away from his face and starting to scrutinize the outfit.

"So it's a vampire.." you began, as he nodded. "I like the hair." You grinned. He had actually brushed his hair for once, slicking it back with some gel. "Yeah. Makes me look stupid though." He shrugged as the two of you walked into Sarah's room so he could see the costume.

"What d'ya think?" She asked him, doing a 'creepy pose' and wiggling her eyebrows.

"I think..." He started, walking over to her before picking her up and spinning her around, making her squeal and swat at him playfully. "It looks super cool." He said, tickling her sides slightly and making her erupt into fits of laughter.

"Dad! Dad, you're gonna- mess up the makeup! We spent so long on it!"

"Okay, okay. You look amazin', babygirl." He grinned, kissing her forehead before setting her down again. Your heart melted at the sight of them, they had such a good relationship despite how much Joel had to work and the other many difficulties they came across in life, ones you knew about very well. Finance, family.. more specifically her mother. Your jaw clenched at the thought of her.

When Joel told you what she did to him, to both of them, you wanted to find that woman and make her realise the impact she made on his life.

She basically had the kid then decided it was too much, wanting to put her up for fucking adoption, leading to a huge argument with Joel. He couldn't just give her up like that. It had only been a few months and he already loved that little girl more than life itself. He'd do anything for her.

So that's what he did. After his ex-wife moved out, he did everything for Sarah every single day. Woke her up, brushed her teeth, changed her clothes, fed her breakfast, changed her clothes again when she got said breakfast all over them, took her to the park, watched corny kids shows with her, read her stories before putting her to bed then working so late his eyes stung from being open too long. He did everything he could to be the best parent ever for her, feeling like it was his fault her mother left and needing to make up for it.

Then things got busy. The contracting company was not exactly smooth sailing but he needed money. For her. He didn't care about his own wellbeing anymore, he could starve for all he cared as long as she was okay.

That's when he hired you, just over 3 years ago. And you were a blessing in more ways than one. Not only were you amazing at your job, but Sarah genuinely really liked you, loved you, and the way she'd talk about you made him so happy, hearing about all the things you did with her and for her. He knew that subconsciously she probably thought of you like a mother, and you acted like you were one with her; he honestly couldn't have wished for anyone better to be that for Sarah, and it made him more than just like you. He reckons he really fell in love with you when he came home to both of you asleep, she was in her bed all nice and tucked in whilst you were kneeling on the hard floor beside it, storybook slipping out of your hand and it was evident you were staying awake just for her, making sure she was fast asleep even though you were evidently just as tired as her. You put her first before yourself like he always did, showing him how much you cared for her, and the sight might have brought tears to his eyes.

Not only were you amazing with Sarah, but you were also really good to Joel, it was like you took care of him sometimes too. You'd leave him food, ask him how he was, make sure he was drinking water and sleeping properly, even bought him new clothes after teasing him about wearing the same 3 shirts in rotation but then noticing that he only had that many.

You were pulled from your thoughts when you felt Sarah tugging on the flaps of your pirate costume which you threw together at the last second; she had practically begged you and Joel to wear costumes too, so you had gone and bought one for him the day prior then realised you only had your old one from years ago, which got stained so you didn't wear it again until now.

"Yeah honey?" You said quickly, trying to seem less out of it.

"Let's go!" She beamed up at you, shaking her candy bucket around. "This is far too empty for my liking."

You chuckled at her comment before taking her hand and walking to the front door with the two of them.

"Let's go, Dracula." You teased, making Joel roll his eyes as he unlocked the door.

The three of you spent the night going around the neighbourhood, trick or treating and even visiting a haunted house - which was put together so badly even Sarah found it more funny than scary.

She was drifting off just as it got to 10pm, Joel picking her up and resting her head on his shoulder as he walked over to you as you were caught in a conversation with a neighbour who's daughter you were friends with.

"I think it's best we head home now, unless you wanna do some more trick or treatin'?" He teased with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, no. Let's go. Bye Mrs. Jones!"

"See ya sweetheart! Make sure you come 'round soon, maybe at Christmas?"

"Sounds good." You smiled, immediately grimacing once you'd turned around and walked away.

"Used to be friends with her kid and- shit happened so we aren't anymore. Her mom still thinks we're thick as thieves though." You explained to Joel.

"Shit happened?" He repeated questioningly.

"Yeah.. we knew eachother in highschool and stuff happened with boys. Yknow how it is."

"Boys suck. I hate 'em." He commented, making you laugh.

You rounded the corner and came to his front porch. He walked up the steps and you stood awkwardly at the bottom of them, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you waited to say goodbye.

"What're ya standin' down there for?" He asked as he opened the door and walked in.

"I- I don't know actually." You mumbled, walking inside behind him and taking your shoes off as he walked upstairs to take Sarah to bed.

He came back downstairs as you took off the outer, more cumbersome layers of your costume.

"You gonna take your costume off or am I hanging with Dracula for the night?" You smirked as his hand came to the button of his cloak.

"Right, right." He got to work with taking off his costume, ridding himself of the cloak, fangs (yes, he actually wore plastic fangs for this), bowtie and waistcoat.

You walked up to him in a moment of bravery and started unbuttoning the outer shirt he wore, he had put an extra on since it was actually really cold this Halloween.

A comfortable silence filled the room as you finished with the shirt, moving to hand it to him before his hands gently came over yours.

"Are you okay?" He asked, having noticed when you kind of spaced out earlier thinking about the past few years with them. It made you wonder if there was anything more, ever would be, and you accidentally let your thoughts get a hold of you for too long.

"What do you mean?" You replied, acting like you didn't know exactly what he was talking about.

"Well earlier you sorta.. y'were starin' into space." He explained, taking the shirt from you and putting it on the arm of the couch.

"Well, I uh- was just thinking." You murmured. You thought it would be kind of weird to tell him you'd been thinking about his ex-wife and how much better you could've been for him, for both of them.

"Thinkin' 'bout what'?" He pressed, stepping a little closer to you.

"Just about us." You said in an even smaller voice. "The past few years have been really nice and.. I just-" you groaned, cutting yourself off and looking away as you realised how awkward you probably just made things.

He took a deep breath before speaking, trying to calm his nerves and telling himself this was a good idea.

"I really like you, darlin'. Love you, I guess I should say." He confessed, making your head almost snap from how quickly you looked back towards him, eyes widening.

"You do?"

"Yeah." He exhaled, one of his hands coming to cup your cheek as he didn't see any signs of discomfort coming from you.

You leaned into his touch slightly.

"I really like you too." You said as your hands rested on his chest, feeling his heartbeat erratically thumping inside.

He closed the distance between the two of you with a cautious, slow kiss against your lips as your hands slid up and moved to his hair, pulling him closer as you deepened the kiss.

When you broke apart, you panted heavily as you looked into his eyes.

"You taste like chocolate." You murmured, making him let out a low chuckle.

"Had to take some from the bucket. Dad tax." He reasoned, making you nod in agreement.

You kissed him again, savouring the taste of chocolate and him.

"Tastes good."

"So do you." He smirked, hand still resting on the side of your face.

"Y'wanna stay over tonight?" He asked as his thumb rubbed circles on your cheekbone.

"Yeah." You breathed, unable to stop a grin from stretching across your face before you leaned in and kissed him one more time.

"Happy Halloween." He murmured.

"Happy Halloween, Joel."

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Thank you sm for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated and requests are open.

Happy Halloween! 🎃

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mochinomnoms · 2 months

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Hello again! I was wondering if you could share some general Aspen headcannons, and if it’s not too much spoilers some info of his and Jades relationship (ex: favorite qualities of Jade that made him head over fins or even how they met)

(by the way can I be 🧀 or lore anon)

Hi! Yes I can share some fun facts about Aspen! I'll do a smaller version of what I did for Yev and Nurse Goethel with some headcanons for him!

Aspen Albamar

“An aloof but haughty young man from the Coral Sea. He is unapproachable to most on campus, though he can be seen getting angry and excitable when provoked. He is very private and keeps to himself. Tony is referred to as his ‘keeper’.”

Quick Facts

Birthday November 19th (Scorpio) Age 18 Height 185 cm Homeland Coral Sea Grade Freshman Class A (No. 1) Club Pop Music Club Best Subject Magical Analysis Favorite Food Shrimp scampi Least Favorite Food Calamari

Appearance

Aspen is a tall, lanky young man who is often described as skinny and “built like a beanpole”. He is light skinned with light freckles on his face. He has light pink, mid-length wavy hair that has two slightly darker pink streaks on the sides. His hair is parted in the middle, with the two darker locks framing his face. He has light green eyes and a mole under the right side of his lip.

Headcanons/Trivia

Aspen does not have many friends outside of Tony and the Octavinelle trio. Any and all friendships he has were done against his will, this is a reoccuring issue for him.

Aspen is a squidmer, most closely related to the Colossal squid. In his merform, despite remaining rather skinny, reaches just under 18-ft long.

Aspen is musically inclined and can play most instruments after listening and watching someone play for a few minutes. He does best with singing and likes the school choir. He's also in the Pop Music Club, though he has reservations about Kalim.

Aspen and Tony are childhood friends and have been attached at the hip since they were 5.

It's been implied that Azul is Aspen's older brother in Chapters 3 and 4

Aspen and the Octotrio

Azul: Aspen and Azul have a very complicated relationship with one another. He craves approval from Azul, but is passive-aggressive about it. Azul on the other hand, has been more active in trying to rebuild the relationship, but has met with a rock wall with Aspen.

Jade: Aspen has had a crush on Jade since he was a child. Jade had been kind to the younger Aspen, and generally has a soft spot for him. Aspen craves Jade's kindness as has been pining for many years. Though Jade would grow annoyed as he got older from the undivided attention, he's always remained polite.

Floyd: Aspen can hypothetically get along with Floyd, and did originally as a child, though Floyd liked to tease him. As they got older, Aspen would compare Floyd to Jade, which made the former annoyed and go after Aspen to harass and prank him. Now grown, Aspen tends to avoid Floyd, while Floyd likes to push Aspen's buttons.

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Study date- Steve Harrington x reader

Summery: You invite your best friend Steve over to help you study, studying does not occur

Pairings: Steve Harrington x reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, humping, no actual sex, fem reader implied I tried to be as gender neutral as possible not sure if I succeeded so Ill put the warning there anyways.

Steve's hands were all over you, one hand sitting on your hips to guide you, the other on the back of your head while his lips were attached to yours. Small whimpers began to slip out into the kiss while your core was grinding against his hard on.

You didn't plan for this to happen when you invited Steve over to help you study. Somewhere between learning about algebra and playing flash cards you slowly gravitated towards each other. From sitting on opposite sides of the bed, to sitting so close your thighs are touching to you straddling Steve. These subconscious actions lead you to your current situation, making out with your best friend.

You were straddling his lap while he was sitting in the middle of your bed, flash cards scattered across your mattress and notebooks completely forgotten. The only thing you care about right now is how good the combination of Steve hard on and his jeans felt so good. You only hoped Steve felt the same way you do right now.

“fuck keep going...” he begged the second your hips stilled for a brief moment to catch your breath. You could feel him growing harder through his jeans and his hands had vice grips on your hips. “Does it feel good?” You asked, pulling away to look into his dark eyes. "yes it feels so good" he says with a slight whimper in his voice.

His lips sliding down to kiss your neck, his tongue sliding across your skin and sending chills down your spine. You pressed his head deeper in you, one of your hands sneaking through his hair and pulling it the other grabbing his bicep for better leverage. A particularly hard tug on his hair earns a delicious moan out of the man underneath you.

You made a mental note to do that again wanting to hear more. You also needed more than a little dry humping but at the same time you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. The sensation was too good to stop. His hips started to thrust up into you, adding on to the sweet friction from before. Its clear this isn't stopping anytime soon.

“Oh god...” you breathed out. you didn't you think this is how your night would go when you invited Steve over. Really you just wanted to pass the test and who better to help you then Steve who's already taken it. There’s always been this suttle sexual tension between you are Steve, but it's never gone farther then playful flirting or an occasional pet name. Nothing this far. “Faster please.” Steve whisper-moans. You speed up your pace feeling his thrusts change to match your rhythm.

Both of you were panting, holding onto each other like it was the last time you'd get to touch. Steve's face buried in your neck, trailing hot kisses against your skin while your cheek was pressed against his head.

“Steve, I’m so close” you moaned, feeling your orgasm approaching. Steve started to thrust up faster, making the bed rock slightly. Steve let out a low groan in your ear. You continued like that until his noises and hard movements were too much and your orgasm washed over you.

“Oh god” You moaned, your hands found themselves tangled up in Steve's hair giving it a light pull. “I’m gonna- fuck I'm gonna cum” Steve moans into your neck. “Come for me Steve”

Your words pushed Steve over the edge into his release, cum coating his boxers. You stared at him in awe, he was a moaning mess. You wished this moment would never end. "We should do that again" Steve says to you, still breathing heavily. You smile nod and tucking your face in his neck to avoid him seeing you blush as if he didn't just make you cum.

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