#and i just caught a bad fucking bug on top of it
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YOU CHANGED UR NAME..
Only on Tumblr, I was getting weirdos up my ass when they discovered my nsfw work Twitter was actually used for nsfw work, and I finally got tired of it, so I ""separated"" my work and personal stuff a bit more =w=,
I have a "personal" carrd now too!
#ask#keegan talks#hi hi hi hiiii good to see you!! waving at you and offering you an earbud with femtanyl playing#sorry for poofing for so long im not dead ive just been busy dealing with refugee related stuff sghlhlasdgkhlg#and i just caught a bad fucking bug on top of it#not my month man :(#ive just been on tumblr to distract myself from my body turning itself into an industrial forge#and ive had to block like 16 plus people for putting “if you dont reblog you're a monster” shit on my dash#and one for posting like straight up gore#what's going on on tumblr man
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Period HC's with the Spiderverse
paring: (separate) earth42!miles morales, earth1610!miles morales, gwen stacy, pavitr parbhakar, miguel o'hara x femblack!reader
cw: period/vagina
blurb: what they're like when you're on your period
a/n: y'all i'm going through it rn. also this is what i used to translate my spanish
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earth 42 miles morales
now despite his cold demeanor he would literally be so god damn sweet while on your cycle
well- as sweet as he can be
you didn't even tell him, he found out bc you was getting out of line with him
"Aye Mami me pasa mi bolso" his face contorts in confusion as you suck yo teeth "damn i gotta do everything for you ? what's next you want me to change your fucking diaper?"
immediately notices
"you on yo period?"
you flabbergasted mouth gaped wide open
he already knows about everything cs yk his mom.. since his dad... nvm
does anything you want
tells uncle aaron that any plans for the following days of the week had to be canceled
literally with you 24/7
he doesn't even goes to the store to go get snacks
mf uses go puff
"miles you need to go home" you speak laying on his chest as you were slowly but surely drifting off to sleep "Ya le envié un mensaje de texto a mi mamá que no voy a ninguna parte"
wake up the next day to breakfast in bed
y'all bfrl we kno damn well he can't cook 💀
he ordered dennys while you was still sleep and js fixed it up on a plate to make it LOOK like he did 😭
whenever you lash out at him and get to throwing shi he js let's you
"i swear to god you got me fucked up!" you throw the remote at him as he moves to the right dodge it.
overall is js a big cuddle bug and servant for you to use <3
miles morales 1610
is literally clueless
you've been acting weird and being bipolar asf the past three days
breaking point was when you got extra mat at him for accidentally knocking over a vase (that he caught so it didn't break) when he snuck in your room window
"is everything ok? ¿Tuviste un mal día?"
boy wants to cry when you tell him to leave
"bro, just leave me alone i'm not in the mood right now" freezes at the word bro
"ok i'll swing by tomorrow?" he looks back at you out trying to see if you'll change your mind "mhm yeah later"
is so sad bc you didn't even say you love him ☹️
when he walks in the front door of his house mama rio IMMEDIATELY senses something is wrong with her son
stops whatever tf she was doing main concern being miles
"miles baby what's wrong ?" he lets out a sigh "i think y/n is mad at me" then proceeds to explain the situation
rio then explains wdf is happening
miles feels SO bad for not knowing 😭
is at your house the next day with a shit load of chocolate, a pack or two of gatorade, and some extra strength tylenol
he then tells you what his mom recommended (like what to drink and which medication works the best)
gets scared and lowkey flinches when you get cramps 💀
(you see him do it but he tries to plays it off)
is cuddling with you all the time
you play a prank on him while sending him into the drugstore to go ask for a period product that doesn't exist-
THE HORROR ON HIS FACE 😭
jeff being concerned on why their child hasn't been home for the past 4 days (dw rio explains)
gwen stacy
at first doesn't really get why your attitude is bigger than normal
but after the second day immediately understands
"it's your t.o.m (time of month) huh ?" you look slightly embarrassed "yeah..."
WILL go to the store to get you whatever you need
y'all share heat pads no one can change my mind 🙄✋🏾
y'all have talks over which pads and tampons are the best
y'all debate over pads the only agreement being that wings are better
but the both of y'all agree that tampax is on top 💪🏾
she would always be over at your house because she uses you as an excuse to get away from her dad :(
if y'all ever got it around the same time all HELL would break loose 😭
both of yall would be just straight up mad with eachother
"what do you want to eat?" she looks over at you as y'all walking to the mall food court "oh anything's fine"
walks over towards the chic-fil-a section "oh wait i don't want chicken, how about taco bell?"
mf groans and roll her eyes "i want chic-fil-a, u said anything was fine!"
"well maybe i changed my mind! if you wanted something specific why would you ask me?!" people start to stare as the heat of the argument rises
yall eventually settle for smoothies from jamba juice
she's more cuddly than usual which is completely fine
you make jokes about being blood sisters 💀
she does not find them funny.
pavitr parabhakar
you avoid him like the plague
why? because you do not want to lash out at your sweet, sweet , baby boy for no reason 😭
pav is like so confused
thinks he did something wrong ☹️
"hi y/n!" your walking to class as you hear someone calling you from down the hall obviously recognizing the voice of your boyfriend you walk faster so he couldn't catch up to you in the crowded hallway
"y/n??" stands there like 🧍🏽♂️
he thinks you didn't hear him and is probably just trying to get to class early to turn in late homework or something
but later when you two are supposed to meet up for chai after school (like always) and you don't show up he knows your avoiding him
baby is SO SADDD 😭
the next day he finally catches up with you as you walk into the school building and asks you straight up "are you avoiding me?"
you began to feel like the absolute worst gf ever as you see the worry in his eyes "no baby, i just- i mean-" he slightly bends his back leaning to get eye level with you "is there someone else?"
your heart sinks to your ass 😭
"what no pavi swear!" "then why are you avoiding me?" you sigh, giving in and explain what's been going on
"oh" he then stands up straight you began to feel he's about to be disgusted about you bleeding from your literal vagina until he wraps his arm around your shoulder and drags you into the school building
"babe i'm gonna be honest with you, i really don't care you could've just told me"
walks you to class as if nothing's happened
best.boyfriend.ever
i feel like his spider sense would kind help him see your ina bad mood idk
pepper kisses on your face
but once he sees you cramping it's over with
he's gonna cuddle you and not let you go (you have to force him off of you when you have to use the restroom)
asks auntie maya about it and she tell him everything you need, how you might react, and how he needs to watch everything he does to not make you upset
doesn't hesitate to buy pads if you need em
is constantly by your side
he👏🏾is👏🏾your👏🏾personal👏🏾heat👏🏾pad
whenever you get angry or upset he immediately apologizes and blames himself bc he thinks that if ur upset than he obviously did something wrong.
he def runs you hot baths with epson salt
ends up getting a period tracker app on his phone to keep up-
y'all were watching moana and he was trying his hardest not to laugh. 😭
why? because you started crying when maui left moana all on her own 🙍🏾♀️
and cried harder when he came back-
y'all i feel like i went a lil overboard wit this one 😭
hobie brown
this mf here
he will literally be the worst person to be around
idk how bt he knew it was coming before YOU knew it was coming
like y'all could be chilling on his couch and out of nowhere he goes
"you're getting a visit from aunt flow (i googled this) tomorrow you know that right?"
you being confused bc "who da fuck is aunt flo.... wait-"
hobie will never tell how he knows when it's coming but hey at least he reminds you 🤷🏾♀️
literally loves to piss you off
he likes seeing you all riled up
it's just something about the way you scream and throw shit at him for leaving the tv on all night
kinda like miles(42)- instead when you throw shit he catches it
smug the entire time.
the amount of teasing is crazy
"do you think you'll get pregnant if we-" "no" 🙎🏾♀️
he isn't a complete asshole
eventually throughout all of the teasing he does whatever you want him to do
when your cramping he helps by rubbing his hand on your lower tummy in circles
he does buy steal you candy from the store
if your craving anything he will most def go get it for you and if you wanna cuddle he would
he'll obviously kno that you want to but makes you asks bc he like that 🤷🏾♀️
"you alright?" hobie asks leaning in the door way of his bedroom as he watches you hug your stomach on his bed "could you help?"
"sure luv what do you need?" like bitch-
if you need him to go get you more this mf WILL ask you what size your vagina is 😭 (weirdo)
OMG NO BC RMB THAT ONE BAYMAX SCENE WHEN HE WAS GETTING THAT GURL PADS ?! 😭
he stands in the drugstore on the isle with the women necessities (after getting your size) while a middle age woman sides eye him as she slowly reaches for her preferred option
(the lady is confused on why there's a tall ass, guitar playing, punk, holding a box of literal diva cups in his hand 💀)
he eventually gives up and asks the lady if the ones in her hand are any good
let's just say he walks out the store with 4 months supply of period products
overall he's an asshole.. but he's your asshole 😫🤞🏾
miguel o'hara
now he's a little older so he isn't dumb
but he isn't the smartest either
a lot of people say miguel is sweet... no he's not
like bffr we see how SASSY this mf is in the movie 👏🏾😭
i feel like this mf would argue you down whenever your in a bad mood
"get the fuck out my way!" you scream at one of the peters as they bump into you knocking your food out your hand "damn what crawled up your ass and died"
you turn around to see nun other than your boyfriend
"you apparently, do you ever take a day off" his eyebrow raises a little "and leave you idiots running this place?" you roll your eyes as you walk over to grab a duplicate of what you just dropped
miguel notices how your more snappy at him, in fact you've been snappy the past couple days
"hey what's up with you?" he asks, yeah you guys bicker but it's usually playful flirting
"i don't kno, how would you feel if you were bleeding from your vagina?"
he finally gets it
later at home he walks in with a walmart bag of candy, a new fluffy blanket, and a gift card that has "im sorry" written on the front
he would stop picking with you knowing your attitude can go from 0-100 rq
like i mention with hobie and miles(42) i feel like he would just listen as you yell and throw shit at him
but because of his huge size he just sits there unfazed as you throw a literal flashlight at him (where you found it? no one knows.)
he would only cuddle with you at night saying "it's the only way i can sleep" when you know he just wants you to feel better
yes i got impatient with hobie and miguel.
#across the spiderverse#earth 42 miles morales#into the spider verse#spiderverse#y/n#miles morales#earth 42#earth 42 miles morales x black!reader#earth 42 miles x black!reader#hobie brown#miguel x you#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara x reader#hobie brown x reader#pavitr x you#pavitr my beloved#gwen stacy#gwendolineuniverse#gwen x reader#pavitr prabhakar x reader#black reader#period cramps#period problems
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WOWOWOWOW REQS R OPEN AGAIN !!!!! 💘 could i get a top!chloe price x bottom!fem reader where chloe is just pussy starved and literally begs the reader to let her hit after weeks ? i'm bad at requesting stuff so sorry if this makes zero sense 😭
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𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Chloe Price x Fem!Reader
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - smut, oral, v fingering, kissing? i don't remember, fluff, cursing, yahooooooooooooo
𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope
𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - it made sense i promise!! ty <3
The past month had been quite the predicament.
For Chloe that is.
First, you were sick.
Laying in bed for a week and a half with Chloe doting on you hand and foot. Cuddling you and not caring if she herself caught your horrible bug.
Second, she got sick.
It only lasted a few days compared to your own sickness. But you did the same care for her now that you were healthy. Waiting on her and snuggling her back to an okay state. Though, she complained a lot more than you did, which is to be expected when you're dealing with her.
Third, you were always working.
To be fair, one of you had to leave the house to make the money. Chloe usually worked out of the driveway repairing any sort of vehicle she could get her hands on to earn bank. But that meant she got to stay home, you didn't, usually.
Fourth... fuck she couldn't remember the fourth reason.
Laying here, Chloe stared up at the ceiling with tired and droopy eyes while focusing on her calculations of how long she'd been abstinent. Her head tilting up to then focus on your body that was sat just to the upper right of her.
You were on your phone, which she expected, but it still looked boring as hell. Internally in that moment, she groaned, rolling her eyes on the outside. Which, unfortunately, she realized too quickly you seen.
"What's wrong, baby?" You asked both sincerely and not.
Sadly, when she glanced up at you again, you were focused on the screen as you asked her. A huff of air passing her lips and making a strand of her hair bounce off her face and hover above for a split second.
"I miss you." She said blandly, tapping her blue nail on the back of her other hand.
"I'm right here, Chloe."
"I feel like a virgin!"
Your lines overlapped, laughter escaping your throat at her puff and groan of annoyance just below. Her body beginning to roll until she was in the position to climb up and get closer to you.
"Most people can wait until marriage." You raised your eyebrow at her, taking your focus away from your phone. "That's years Chlo, your two weeks is nothing, I promise." She wasn't having none of this though, grabbing your thigh dramatically in response.
"I'm not waiting for marriage though, I just wanna fuck." You sighed at her words, going back to your phone. "You know better than to ask like that."
Yes she did.
"Oh c'mon, please Y/n."
That was better, but still not enough. She knew it too because not even five seconds passed before she followed up with,
"Please let me fuck you."
That's also was got you into your predicament.
Her head between your legs, and her mouth latched to your cunt with an unrelenting pace that made you feel as though you may explode. Like she was starved, and in her reality, she was.
Her grip dug into your skin and her tongue into your hole, your third orgasm creeping around the corner and causing you to shake in her hold. Strands of her faded aqua dye looped around your fingers and was sure to need detangled later on, the knots already beginning between each of your knuckles.
"Fuck- oh fuck, that's my girl..." You whispered, whining a bit between the words while trying not to run from her face. Chloe's cheeks burning from the praise despite her claims to not have a praise kink.
"So good Chloe... you're so fucking good..."
Chloe couldn't respond even if she wanted to, her face was forced into your wetness. Not that she had much argument against it, she was right where she wanted to be, but more flustered then she imagined.
This was her heaven.
"Oh my God Chloe-" Her tongue moved in a way that was written as pure desperation. Your heels digging into the mattress so hard it began to make them hurt, not that you cared.
You were close, griding against her face for more. Her lips pressing harsh kisses to your clit each time you pushed against her.
"Fucking hell Chloe..." She muttered something, looking up bashfully to see your water covered eyes. "What was that pretty girl?" You tugged her back, wanting to hear what she had to say.
"You taste really fucking good."
Your grin made her heart jump, breath held.
"Is that so?"
Chloe continued tongue fucking you as you loosened your grip. Another ripple of pleasure clawing through your body as you moaned.
"I see why you were so damn desperate now."
But that was when her fingers dug in and you realized you had no more control. Legs shaking as she took over your entire being,
#chloe price x reader#chloe x reader#chloe price smut#chloe price#life is strange x reader#life is strange
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🌾🥃🪑 PARADISE — ELLIE WILLIAMS
moodboard layout ib @munsonsfairy
somewhere in southwest texas, glimmering under the sun, was none other than ellie williams. a car mechanic and a damn good one. she’d had her fair share of run ins with the police on a list, taped to the front of the chief’s desk.
possession of illegal substances, aggravated assault, and failure to appear in court. but fuck court. ellie just wanted to come home to her sweetheart, you.
in a small corner just off the highway lay a simple plot of land. two decades ago they’d turned it into a trailer park, but it was becoming more of a community to you.
you and ellie had hauled ass and held yourselves up pretty well there the last four years. she’d been fleeing from bad things all her life. this was her one shot at staying still.
you were fanning yourself with an old newspaper, sat on your porch in a lawn chair that always creaked when you moved. ellie was gonna get to fixing it one day.
you swat a bug off your leg before reaching for your iced glass of sun tea. letting the cold liquid slip down your throat and soothe your body’s rising temperature.
above the sunglasses sat on top of your head was a sweet kiss placed in your hair. ellie had come outside to greet you.
“hey baby, soaking in the sun?” she smiles. a tank top bunched up on her waist at a pair of shorts that were way too big for her. her boxers peaking through as she continued to pull them up and let them fall. pull them up, let them fall. over and over.
“more like the sun’s frying my ass.” you chuckle a bit to yourself. she laughs along with you. “come on inside i wanna show you something.”
what you laid your eyes on festered up tears. she’d made a custom photo frame for the two if you. etchings of your initials with roses and flowers adorned it’s sides. a photograph of you two smiling when you’d first arrived was in the middle.
you envelop her in a hug, wrapping your arms around her neck as hers fall to your waist. “oh ellie! it’s beautiful.” you smile.
she grabs your hips, her grip a bit firmer now as she looks into your eyes. “i’m glad you like it.”
you let a sweet kiss linger on her lips, your mouths dripping with desire. your blood rushing with excitement. you were so content with the life you’d built, you wanted her right then and there.
“cmon.” she trails as her right hand in yours leads you to the bedroom. she carefully places you on the bed, peppering kisses on your face. her fingers hooked into the hem of your jean shorts, struggling to pull them down.
you help her, unbuckling them, and letting them be forgotten as they fall past your ankles to the floor. her hand snaking up your thigh to rub you over your panties.
a soft moan spilling from your lips is caught by hers. she chuckles as you struggle to kiss back.
her fingers slide your underwear to the side and trail over your soaked lips, rubbing your wetness and making a mess of your cunt. your underwear had long before been ruined.
she dips two fingers in, the nectar of your heat allowing her to slip in easily. you lean back onto your elbows looking up at her. she can’t help but smile.
“always so easy to slip in, i’ll never get tired of it. you’re always so wet for me fuck.”
her fingers move faster, free hand carefully finding itself on your lower back. you lean into her touch finding yourself grinding on her fingers. a long and drawn out, “fuuuck.” is all that leaves her lips as she watches you. your steady pace, back and forth. practically drooling as she watches herself slip in and out of you. your slick a sheen coating on her fingers and dripping down her palm.
this is paradise.
#・❥・ bun’s sweet ellie#ellie williams#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams headcanons#ellie williams imagine#ellie williams x you#ellie williams smut#ellie williams fanfic#ellie williams fanfiction#ellie williams tlou#ellie williams fluff#ellie williams au#ellie williams the last of us#ellie x reader#ellie x f!reader#ellie x fem reader#ellie x y/n#ellie x you#ellie tlou#ellie the last of us#tlou fanfiction#wlw fanfic#tlou x reader#lesbian#tlou moodboard#tlou ellie#tlou au#modern au#© abbysvictim#beforeimdeceased
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Let's Hear It for the Boy
Praise Kink for Day 3 of @harringrovekinktober
(roommates, kink experimentation, billy is a good boy, nsfw)
Steve felt like a real asshole when Robin asked out of the blue one day, maybe a month after he and Billy became roommates, if Billy was paying part of his rent in labor. Shave some off if he agreed to be your housekeeper? And, at Steve’s incredulous bafflement, had clarified: Every time I’m over he’s cooking or doing laundry or—cleaning shit! To his horror, a highlight reel started up in his mind, a montage of Billy doing all those chores and more, and worse, Steve realized he’d contributed approximately nothing to the daily maintenance of their shared living space. Steve! Robin had scolded, correctly interpreting his guilty grimace.
So he’d promised to talk to Billy about it—assure him that keeping the place sparkling was in no way required or expected or—or if that was just how he preferred to live, then he’d promise to do his fair share from now on. Only, bringing it up over pizza and beer, a basketball game on TV, had produced an unexpected reaction. Billy… kinda… froze? Went bug-eyed, like Steve had caught him with his hand in the cookie jar. He looked embarrassed.
“Man, it’s fine,” Steve said, tripping over himself to explain—put him at ease. “I really don’t care either way. I just wanted to check and make sure you knew I wasn’t gonna, like—kick you out if you let up on the Cinderella routine.”
Billy flushed more, beet red, and Steve resisted smacking himself in the face. He was fucking this up so bad.
“I mean—”
“I don’t mind,” Billy mumbled, avoiding Steve’s eye as he reached for his beer. “I like it.”
“Okay,” Steve said, over the top encouraging. “Great. Well, I’ll at least pitch in more—”
“You don’t have to do that.” Billy’s throat worked, gulping, plush lips pursed on the can. Steve blinked, shook his head, tuned back in to catch the muttered aside, blue gaze locked on the Michelob commercial. “It’s all good. Nothing has to change.”
Why the hell was he being so weird about this? Did he think Steve couldn’t chip in? Pull his own weight?
“Just because I grew up with a nanny doesn’t mean I don’t know how to do stuff. Vacuum and dishes and—”
Billy grunted, annoyed, throwing his shoulders back to wedge himself into the couch, a mulish slouch. “Just drop it, will ya? I like things how they are, so what’s the fucking problem?”
“All right, jeez,” Steve cried, holding up his hands. “Touchy.”
They were quiet, both ticked, but the kind that would drain away by halftime. Except—he felt shitty just leaving it like this, having semi-acknowledged that Billy was acting like his maid.
“Is there anything I can do?” Steve asked, his tone deliberately mild, not looking away from the freethrow swishing on screen. “That you don’t like?”
No explosion—good sign. After a long, loaded pause, Billy sighed. “Take out the trash.”
“Got it,” Steve said. And let it go.
But from then on, he kept watch, determined to figure out the source of the weirdness. Almost positive it wasn’t a control freak thing or a neat freak thing—it wasn’t like the apartment was pristine. It was more that… everyday, Billy had done something obvious enough that Steve commented on it—always had. Nothing major, just Oh, hey—you got that stain out of the carpet or Holy shit, it smells so good—what is that? or How’d you unclog that drain? Wasn’t like he thanked Billy, though he probably should have been—although maybe Billy didn’t want him to make a big deal out of it?—but he’d always notice and say something admiring because Billy was good at stuff. Good at so much stuff.
He started taking out the trash, and Billy never let on that he noticed, but Steve thought he did. And he kept up the compliments whenever Billy did something nice, since that hadn’t been explicitly forbidden. But since he was paying more attention now, he—noticed some things. Only when he was pretending to look elsewhere, monitoring Billy in his periphery or in the reflection of the window or decorative mirrors his mom had foisted on him. He noticed that, those times, Billy sort of… ducked his head, hiding a grin that bordered on… bashful? And his shoulders bowed a bit, like he was—curling in on himself. Like—in delight?
Like—he secretly really liked it? When Steve noticed he’d done something nice? When Steve said something nice about it?
So… he decided to test it. Nothing too overbearing or obvious, just—instead of merely noticing, he was sure to compliment. Because why not, if Billy liked it and still wouldn’t let Steve lift a finger except on garbage day?
Good became his go-to. This tastes so good. That looks so good. Good, good, good.
Which is when it clicked for him—that Billy didn’t do chores and stuff because he liked the chores. But because… he liked Steve’s reaction?
And—that would explain his weirdness. Why he didn’t want to talk about it. Like maybe he was worried Steve would think Billy liked being his bitch or something—Steve winced, anticipating the whack from the Robin who lived in his head—not that Steve thought of him that way.
…Though if he didn’t mind Steve thinking of him that way—or even liked it, then…
Well, Steve didn’t—dislike that. Like the general concept. Held a certain—
Anyway, in the interest of further—ah, testing, Steve mentioned, casually, on his way to work one morning, “I’ve been craving that pasta salad you made.”
Billy cut him a glance over his coffee where he was hunched at the kitchen table. Grunted, and Steve quirked a grin, tossed him a salute goodbye. It wasn’t even a lie—the pasta thing—he’d been salivating at the memory. This version with Italian dressing instead of mayo, with olives and stuff.
Lo, late that afternoon, when he got back, there was a big Tupperware of it in the fridge. Billy wandered in halfway through his second helping. They paused, wide-eyed at the sudden charge buzzing in the air, and Steve’s stomach clenched.
“It’s—good,” he managed, hands suddenly clammy around his fork and bowl. Billy was staring at Steve’s hands, held awkwardly aloft where he leaned on the counter. The stare was strangely heavy—hooded lids. Steve cleared his throat. “You—did good.”
Billy’s cheeks were as flushed as that day on the couch, watching basketball, insisting he liked—
Abruptly aware his boner was starting to tent his shorts, Steve turned to face the counter, ducking to shovel more pasta in his idiot mouth. Heard Billy go to the cabinet, fetch a glass. Fill it. Walk back out.
Heaving an unwinding breath, Steve set down the bowl, let his elbows bear the weight of this latest sexual awakening.
So that was a thing, apparently—and for Billy, too, potentially. Probably. Because, without quite meaning to, they fell into this little routine where, before Steve left for work, he’d pause, and Billy would look up from his coffee, and Steve would mention something—a rental movie he wanted to see, or a sale at the liquor store, or if Billy would mind throwing Steve’s whites in with his so he’d have a shirt to wear to this meeting later in the week…
And the VHS would be waiting on the counter. And a six-pack would be waiting in the fridge. And his shirt would be washed and ironed and waiting in his closet. And everytime Billy would be lingering nearby, not quite meeting his eyes, and Steve’s pulse would pound even though technically there was nothing sexy about an ironed shirt, and Steve would say Good. You did good.
Billy would sometimes clench his fist, when Steve said it. Or squirm in his seat a bit. Or swallow, throat bobbing. Color rising. And the sight hit Steve like a load of bricks. A load of bricks to the head.
It was the weirdest game of gay chicken—scrambling to find mundane tasks for Billy to complete for the prize of a pat on the back, when all Steve wanted, and he bet Billy felt similarly, was to order Billy to his knees.
He thought about it whenever they were on the couch watching TV, whenever they were eating in the kitchen or drinking on the balcony or passing each other outside the bathroom in the morning.
So he tested further. Came home and went to see if Billy had done it—and there he was, standing by Steve’s bed. The neatly made bed.
Steve’s heart was rabbiting out of his chest, too on the fritz to form words, and his feet weren’t much better, charting a crooked, clumsy course until they were toe to toe, Billy’s gaze downcast, his lips parted, breaths shallow.
He didn’t know whether it’d sound stupid if he said it out loud, what he’d been wanting to say for days—whether Billy wanted to hear, or would consider it a step too far.
They’d come this far, though. Steve wet his lips, took a calming breath, and Billy seemed to brace for it. “Good,” Steve said, and it came out breathy. “Good boy.”
Billy curled—did that thing where he ducked, hunching around something invisible—and the sound punched out of him, this pained gasp. Steve’s hands moved on their own, reaching to cradle Billy’s head, step close to whisper in his ear, his brow at Steve’s shoulder: “Good? Is this good?” Felt more than saw him nodding. “You want to be good for me?”
“Fuck,” Billy whispered—bit wheezing. Wet. “Fuck.”
“What do you want?” Steve asked, fumbling at his heated neck. “What do you—?”
“Be good.” It was mumbled, cringing. “Wanna be good.” A shaky inhale. “Make you feel good.”
Steve’s blood was roaring everywhere but his brain—would’ve fallen over if he weren’t clutching Billy. “Want that, too.”
He heard a thready laugh, and Billy straightened, leaning back into his hold, face tipped, lidded gaze on Steve’s chin. “So?”
So what’ll it be?
Buying himself time to gather his wits, some composure lest he combust, Steve tilted his head, assessing. Adjusting his hold, ran a thumb across Billy’s lower lip, firm enough to pull at the skin. “Want this.” Another swipe, exposing teeth, his curving tongue. “Make me feel good with this.”
A tug at his belt, and Billy was nodding, making short work of the button and zip—movements quick and precise. He sank, kneeling at Steve’s feet, tugging the pants to hang at midthigh, and finally looked up.
Steve swept blond curls off his forehead. “Like you like this.”
Billy stared, eyes gleaming. Seemed to be—waiting.
“So good like this,” Steve corrected. “Now show me how good.”
Swaying, Billy buried his face in Steve’s briefs, nosing him through straining cotton, and huffed hot air at the crown. Steve compulsively gripped fistfuls of hair, still using Billy’s ears as handlebars, and resolved not to let go—to let Billy show him.
And, boy, did he. Laved at his dick until the fabric was soaked, the white gone translucent—white gone flushed pink, twitching under kitten licks—and Steve was on the verge of begging when a pull at his waistband freed his cock, bobbing only a sec before swallowed in Billy’s grip, fed into his greedy mouth.
Steve’s entire vocabulary had been reduced to one word, babbled at the ceiling behind closed lids: good, good, good, only sometimes it came out guh, guh, guh. One hand cupped the back of Billy’s head, and it was when his hips were on a steady grinding roll that he realized he’d caged Billy against him, locked the gulping heat around his cock as he plugged toward the peak.
Billy wasn’t struggling, though—his fingers biting into the meat of Steve’s ass, moaning so deep in his chest that Steve felt it more than heard it.
Steve grappled for a new word—close, close—but Billy didn’t stop, didn’t let up a second, and when Steve grunted his release, the throat worked around him still.
The moment Billy pulled off, lungs heaving, face ruby red and shining, Steve flopped to his knees, blindly reached for Billy, draping loose arms around his neck, his ribs, waiting for his own breaths to slow.
“Was it,” Billy asked, tight. “Was it—?”
“Good,” Steve said, huffing a laugh, coasting hands across the bellows of his back. “So good—you’re so good. Always so good for me.”
Billy burrowed his face into Steve’s throat, his collarbone, looping him in an uncertain hug. He was hard, pressed against where Steve’s clothes gaped open. Working a hand between them, Steve rubbed his palm along rigid heat.
“What do you want?” he asked, nuzzling the nest of blond. “Since you been so good?”
A shudder ran up the sloping spine. Steve smoothed his free hand down to Billy’s waist and back up, waiting.
“I—cleaned the shower,” Billy said, halting. “I could—show you, and—?”
Steve kissed his temple, quick, so helplessly fond. Overwhelmed.
“Good boy wants a wash?” Steve suggested, and tightened his arms when Billy tried to do his pillbug thing. “Be my good boy,” he said, hushed, nosing Billy’s flushed ear. “You want to?”
And Billy curled again, only this time around him. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah.”
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Now with added sequel: Let's Give the Boy a Hand
#harringrove#harringrovekinktober2k23#roommates in love#roommates in ill-defined dom subby dynamic#billy wants the praise#and the dick#steve gives it
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Hello!!! Could you write a hobie x reader where Miguel is the reader’s dad and he notices hobie and the reader flirting every once in a while and he starts getting suspicious?
HELLOOOO OMG,,, this reminds me of this fic i made between hobie and miguel's adopted spider person kid; i guess this is the honorary part 2 :D HOPING YOU LIKE THIS ANON <333
(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)
i don't mind if your old man hates me. – hobie brown x spider person!reader
summary: miguel's noticed you and hobie have been a little too close recently; he doesn't like how buddy-buddy you two have been, but hobie does not give a flying fuck about what miguel thinks. in fact, he's helping miguel 'cool off' for a minute before he takes you away with him to wreak some havoc all cutely together.
pairing: hobie brown x gn!spider person!reader
genre: fluff (kinda silly)
word count: 863
"out with it." miguel says after pulling you to the side after he saw you giggling and getting a little too close with that boy, hobie brown, "is there something going on between you two that i should know about?" he asked you with a stern voice as his eyes narrowed at you, his hands on your hips as you raised an eyebrow in confusion. "why, mig, it's nothing to be worried about! hobie and i just get along really well 's'all!" you answered him in a delightful voice as miguel sighed and shook his head. "you know that's not what i mean." he said with a huff as you kicked your feet in the air and spun around in your seat with a grin.
miguel has never been the nosy type, at least not conspicuously the nosy type. when he observes, he tries to make it as low-key as possible. he intervenes when he sees something he doesn't like or has a bad feeling about, such as when he caught hobie walking a little too closely with you, making you smile a lot more than you usually do already, and giving you little pet names.
yeah, there's something up between you two, and he's dead set on figuring out what you two are doing behind the scenes. he showed you footage the security cameras caught where you two were acting all sweet and intimate with each other, and footage from the bug he hid in your mask. "that doesn't seem like you two 'just get along', you're hiding something from me. and you know i hate it when you hide things from me--are you seriously about to laugh right now?" he asked you through gritted teeth as you stifled a laugh, shaking your head and puffing your cheeks up as you smiled.
miguel looked behind him, but your stifled laughter was getting louder. he turned to his left, then his right, then below him; but nothing was there. it soon hit him, there was something above him that was making you laugh during such an important conversation. he looked up, and there, on his head, was the boy you were spending all your time with. "hobieeeeee!" you exclaimed his name happily as you waved at him, with him flashing you a wink back. "hey love, hey old man. you gotta chill out with the sermons, literally." he said as he swung over and grabbed you by the waist, with miguel exclaiming at hobie to bring you back this instant. "i'm trying to have an important conversation with them, get back here!" he exclaimed as you and hobie burst out in laughter as you both ran off.
"i thought you'd never come!" you exclaimed as hobie swung around with you and chuckled. "of course i would, i'd never leave you for him to chew up and swallow--he's a cranky old man anyway who needs to cool his top off." he said as you looked at him with a slight pout of pity. "but he won't ever let me see you again once he finds out what you did!" you said with concern in your tone as hobie chuckled. "well... i don't mind if your old man hates me, if you love me, i'll never stop seeing you. i don't care if your old man wants to fight me, he's gotta know by now you're an independent spider person all on your own, ain'tcha? now, wanna have some real fun?" he asked you as you giggled and clung to him even more, causing his face to heat up and for his smile to widen. "hell yeah!" you exclaimed as you pecked a kiss on his cheek, successfully making this boy melt for you.
miguel felt his veins pop in his head and neck as he thought of how hobie was making you feel way too comfortable, too free. "damn rebellious kids..." he muttered to himself as lyla popped up and smirked. "well, aren't you looking pretty?" she asked him teasingly as miguel raised an eyebrow. "did it just get colder in here?" he asked lyla, who showed him that the temperature remained the same as before. "maybe you got cooler? thank hobie for that, he makes everyone cool. in your case... quite literally." she said as she snapped a few photos of him right then and there. "why are you... fuck!" miguel exclaimed as he finally realized what hobie did as he was questioning you.
that little punk hijacked his suit without him knowing.
"again, love the fit, though... is that peter b's spidey on your shorts or--" "lyla. put the suit back up." miguel said as he shut his eyes and furrowed his brows, with lyla being denied access back to his suit. "yeah, uh, about that... he cut off all my access to your suit. it'll take 72 hours to bring it back up so--" lyla explained, but she was cut off by miguel beating a filing cabinet out of anger.
oh, dear... you really were dating a troublemaker. and the best part was, he'd do all that and more all over again just to be able to have you with him.
tags !! @k4tsu3 @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @popeheywardssecretgf @arachnoia @solecitoszn
#hobie brown#hobie brown x reader#miguel o'hara#hobie brown x you#hobie brown x y/n#hobie brown fluff#spider punk#atsv#atsv hobie#atsv imagines#atsv fluff#atsv x reader#atsv x you#atsv x y/n#spiderman across the spiderverse#spiderman across the spiderverse x reader#spiderman across the spiderverse fluff
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“i don’t expect to be the most important thing in your life but god damn it, i thought i’d at least be in the top 5” with itoshi rin and itoshi sae. angst/no comfort.
rin itoshi
rin was really starting to piss you off. you’ve tried your best to understand him. you always listen to his problems. you stay with him when he needs company and leave when he doesn’t. not to toot your own horn, but you’ve been a pretty good girlfriend.
so, when you walk into your shared apartment, tearing up slightly because of a bad day at work, you immediately go to look for your boyfriend.
rin is analysing game footage for his next match. the opposition had brought in a few new players so he needed to get a grasp on how good they are.
listen, you weren’t one to disturb rin when he was working. you knew your boyfriend loathed being disturbed while attending to his duties but right now you need him to hug you and cuddle you until all the stress leaves your body.
“rinnie…” he doesn’t look at you, but you know he hears you because of the small grunt he lets out in reply. “i had a really bad day, can we hang out?” you’re staring at rin, waiting for him to ask you what happened.
he does not, in fact, ask you what happened. instead, you’re met with a groan and a “stop complaining.” wow. what a lovely boyfriend.
you try again, desperate for some form of comfort. “rin, please.” you need him right now, and his match is in three weeks, surely he can spare enough of his time to give you some words of solace.
he finally looks at you, a harsh glare meeting your eyes. “i’m working. y/n, leave me alone.” and you know he sees your puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks, you know that he knows you’ve been crying.
he turns back to the screen, ignorant of your existence. that’s when your sadness turns into frustration.
“rin, seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?” you’ve walked up to him now, leaning over him to press pause on the game footage.
he doesn’t say anything but just glares again. he’s treating you like you’re a bug. your frustration only grows.
“oh my fucking god!” you throw your hands up in exasperation, glaring right back at rin. his voice is filled with apathy to your emotions, “i need to work. i’ll talk to you later.”
you start laughing. it seems that your unexpected reaction finally caught rin’s full attention. “listen rin, i know how important soccer is to you. i don’t expect to be number one on your priority list, but god, i at least thought i would make the top five!” rin stares at you without saying anything.
you continue your mini-rant “you know what, next time i’m upset, i won’t come to you. i wouldn’t want to risk disturbing your oh so precious game footage.” you stare rin dead in the eyes and send him a clearly fake smile. “next time you’re upset, don’t come to me either. i might be working.”
rin just glares. there’s something that’s so belittling about him not replying to your outburst. it makes you feel like a nuisance to him, but you suppose you are.
you leave the house. at least you’re angry instead of sad.
sae itoshi
you met sae in the airport with a large smile as soon as he came back to japan, immediately jumping into his arms and kissing him. you had missed your boyfriend dearly.
you, of course, expected sae to spend a bit of time with you after getting his passport renewed, but then he joins the u-20 japanese team for a match against the new government project blue lock.
that’s fine. sae will be able to spend some time with you right? wrong. before the day of the match, he trains and works. it’s alright though, he’s playing an important game, of course his preparations will take up a good chunk of his time.
after the match, he’s still busy working and training. you’re starting to realise that sae won’t spend a lot of time with you while he’s here.
all you really want is one day. a day where you and sae have a nice date together, where you’re able to finally have a full heart-to-heart conversation with him.
you walk into your mini home gym, sae’s inside. he’s doing bicep curls with weights you couldn’t lift with both of your hands. “sae! can we go on a date today?” your eyes are hopeful.
sae turns to you and sighs. “i can’t today, maybe tomorrow?” you return his sigh with an even bigger one. “you’ve been saying that for the past few days now.”
sae’s getting irritated. you can tell by the way he subtly squints his teal eyes. you’re bothering him.
“y/n. i have things to do, i can’t abandon it for some stupid date.” his words are harsher than they should be and he knows that, but it’s your fault for getting him upset, you keep bothering him about these dates. it’s annoying.
his words piss you off, and he continues to piss you off as he speaks again. “we can just eat at home like we always do.”
you feel your frustration growing but you take a deep breath to calm down, you don’t want to have an outburst. “sae, i want to go on a proper date with you. don’t get me wrong, i love staying home with you and just hanging out together but i want a special date, y’know?”
sae glares at you, he drops the weight on the floor and you wince at the loud crash. “y/n. i’m busy with soccer training. i can’t go on a date.”
it’s always soccer. at this point, sae might as well marry soccer because jesus fucking christ it’s all he cares about.
you walk up to him, you’re done trying to be nice. your index finger points into his chest. “i know you’re busy and i don’t expect to be the most important thing in your life but i thought i’d at least be in the top five.”
you sigh and step back from him, refusing to look at his expression. “never mind. i’m going out.”
sae doesn’t try to stop you.
do you want me to do any other of the boys?
#blue lock x reader#rin itoshi x reader#itoshi rin x reader angst#itoshi rin x reader#rin itoshi angst#itoshi rin angst#rin itoshi x reader angst#sae itoshi x reader#itoshi sae x reader#itoshi sae angst#sae itoshi angst#sae itoshi x reader angst#itoshi sae x reader angst#blue lock x reader angst#s4fmaj fics
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You knew it was coming
taskforce 141 and the midwestern gen-z reader(platonic)(of course) inspired by @meatonfork for the grim au. @thesharktanksdriver for the shark au
I am a sucker for young and genz reader being an absolute menace
The team didn't properly meet you till a few days after the storm incident. Apparently walking into a communal space looking like you just fought the sky and grinning like a maniac leaves an impression.
Gaz was the first to approach you. Wondering why you looked like a drowned rat met a tazer.
You looked at the man for a moment as you munched on a granola bar.
"Oooh! you mean the storm."
"Yeah. Why were you out there by the way?"
"Not much to do where I'm from so storm watchin' is a very fun pass time."
"That was storm watching! you looked like you were in the middle of the storm!"
"Relax, it was a baby storm. Hardly any damage."
Gaz tended to stick around you after that. Come to realize you're not much of a thrill seeker but your sense of what's a good past time and what is borderline dangerous are a whole lotta skewed.
you were on leave somewhere in south Cymru. News said there was going to be a storm rolling in off the sea. You went to find Gaz immediately.
His first experience storm watching was a chaotic event. Rolling waves and sheer winds. There really wasn't rain so much as a relentless force of water pushing down on you two. You were both drowned rats that day. Price was disappointed but Gaz couldn't fight his adrenaline fueled grin.
After that, you became fast friends and you started to show through on your brand of humor. Genz and midwestern humor creates a very dark sense of humor.
"Hey storm! Come see what we dug up in storage!"
"If it's my hope and dreams, please rebury them. I abandoned those long ago."
Your not really good with communication on things but man, do you spam the man with memes and videos daily. Or just little pictures of cool shit you found while wandering around.
Soap leaned over Gaz's shoulder.
"What's got you laughing so hard?" Gaz tilts his phone around. It's a short video. of someone zooming in a rock with long boop sound effect. There's a a stick bug on the rock. Just rockin'. Your voice comes through in a bare whisper
"Get stick bugged, motherfucker."
Ghost didn't approach you so much as he caught you.
It was a dare. Sneak up on the legendary ghost and surprise attack him from behind. Nothing dangerous of course. Just a quick yank back and arm around the collar.
You got fucking thrown. It was amazing.
It was no longer a dare. It was now a past time. He once asked why you were doing this?
"Why?" The man stared you down as you stared up at him from the floor.
"Why what?"
*Why do you keep attacking me?"
"Cause it's fun? and you haven't told me stop?"
"Getting thrown usually puts a stop to it."
After that it became a game of hunt between you two. Of course there were rules or at least guidelines to it. no barracks, no showers, not during missions.
He found out about the knife collection first. One of his combat knives was missing and one the recruits pointed him in your direction.
He was a little surprised when you just whipped out the bag and opened it. His knife was right there on top along with about 30-50 other knives in the bag. The knife had been freshly sharpened and any mechanism for opening it cleaned and oiled.
when asked, you said an unattended knife still deserves some up keep
He just starts handing you knives when he comes back. sometimes it's cause he's too tired to do the maintenance himself. other times cause you looked like you need a distraction.
Probably the only one to really pick up on your cues. Not that the others are bad at it per say just they tend to catch it a little late. And due to the game of hunt you two keep playing with surprise attacking each other well cant blame him. A lot of your cues are non-verbal
Soap met you when you got caught swiping from price's stash of booze. By him who was setting up a prank that would involve Price's stash of booze.
No sir I don't know why all your booze tastes like apple juice.
You're like 5'3" to his 6'2". so he just kind of leans on you when ever he gets a chance.
At first you're uncomfortable with it but eventually it becomes a sort of reassurance.
He notices but doesn't comment when you start seeking more physical contact.
You have a weird little greeting if it's an off day or you're just feeling heavily nonverbal. You just thunk your head on his arm or back and rest for a second before moving on
You get so pissed one time and out just spills a whole entire tumble of curses. At first in Spanish, a few Ukrainian phrases, a whole litany of German and finally several very specific Gaelic and Scots phrases.
He asks about it later.
"Hey what was that earlier when you were mad?"
"Oh! just things I picked up along the way."
He starts speaking Gaelic more often just to see what you pick up. Sometimes you ask what the words mean and slowly repeat them. other times you just go parrot mode and repeat back to him.
Language lessons over the coms are a thing.
He's the first person and nearly the only person you will hug routinely. he was the first one to show you that seeking physical contact to ground yourself was okay, after all.
Price knows your past. Especially that shit that you have been involved in when dealing with the more well strange side of humanity. It's why he asked for you in the first place.
Him and ghost probably notice the fact that you are incredibly calm in situations that would send most absolutely running off.
"Hey kid, you good?" Price rests a hand on your shoulder. The room was caked in gore and and dead bodies.
"I'm good, captain." Your voice is monotone and light. He pulls you back a little anyway.
"Go scout a little. I'll call this one in."
He asks about it at some point. You give him the no bullshit answer, cause well he's your captain. You've had your Fight or Flight response triggered so much that it's never fully turned down, so now it's just easier to compartmentalize through it and break later.
Was the first to witness such a break and immediate panic cause Oh no! crying recruit.
Eventually he figured out that hugs help.
you seek him out for ✨dad✨ hugs now, just when your feeling off or on the edge of a break. it usually sends you right into a break.
You fell asleep on his shoulder during transport to mission once. woke up to his hat jammed on your head and his gear propping you up.
You will look this man in the face and spout the most cursed fact known to you at the particular minute just to see if he knows it too.
If he doesn't well at least he learned something.
Is usually the one to catch you in the early mornings. just a simple nod in greeting as he sips his coffee.
you always try to steal his coffee. you never succeed
The only who knows that you have a pretty good sized weighted dino plush in your room. He got it for you after a breakdown and you decorating every report you turned in with a dino sticker.
Feel free to brainstorm btw, this is just storm being well storm.
#call of duty mw2#call of duty x reader#captain john price#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#141 x reader#taskforce 141#Eld writes
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here to ask for some sub!neil plssss🫶
YESSS been thinking about sub!neil too much recently I need him biblically !! sorry this took me a sec it got lost in my drafts and I forgot abt it
warnings! ⇢ MINORS DNI 18+ | sub!neil, unprotected sex, riding, petnames ( baby boy, sweetheart ), neil having a huuuge praise kink
The two of you fell back against the couch hastily, Neil shirtless below you as he pulled you down on top of him and his hands settled at the curves of your waist.
"Need you," he breathed, his eyes raking your figure as you sat back, your hands flat on his chest as you let him get a good look at you.
"Patience, baby," you cooed, the hint of a knowing smirk evident on your face as you could feel his erection grow harder beneath you as you sat on his lap. You could practically feel all of him through his boxer shorts, especially since you had no more than your favorite pair of lace panties on your lower half.
Hesitantly, you rocked your hips back, creating just enough friction to earn a soft moan from his lips. "Please," he whined, impatiently moving his hips around to relieve his hard-on as much as he could. You had always loved him like this. Eager for even the lightest of touches. The simplest of movements.
"Be good, sweetheart," you whispered. "Good boys get what they want." you told him, tucking a loose piece of hair behind his ear. Carefully, you pulled your t-shirt over your head and discarded it behind you without caring where it landed. Neil's eyes practically bugged out of his head when he saw your pretty lace bra matching your panties, his grip tightening on your waist.
"Want you so bad, need to feel that pussy," he breathed through a strained groan, beginning to grow irritated with your taunting. As much as you loved making him squirm underneath you like this, his rock-hard cock sitting right beneath your core had you worked up just as much as he was, your wetness pooling at the fabric of your panties.
Silently, you caved and dipped your hand beneath his boxers, grasping his length and pulling it free—his tip flushed and wet with his precum. Without thinking, your thumb ran over the slit at his head, making a shudder roll through his body along with an abnormally loud moan.
"So big, baby," you breathed, sitting up a little to pull the crotch of your panties to the side and align his tip with your entrance. "Don't know if it'll fit." His eyes watched your hand intently, his heart practically beating out of his chest as he watched himself slowly disappear inside of you as you sank down.
"F-Fuck," he choked out, his eyes screwing shut as a wave of relief washed over him. You were so wet around him, clenching him just right as you fell into a steady movement of rolling your hips across his.
He wasn't going to last long.
"Baby," you breathed, your hands planted on his bandy chest to hold yourself upright as you rode him, hanging on for dear life so you didn't fall off the couch. "Fuck, you're so big! Fills me so good."
He couldn't help but moan pathetically, your praise making his heart flutter. His hands clenched around the flesh of your thigh as he helped guide your hips up and down his cock, since you were practically bouncing on it by now.
"Fuck, (Y/N)," he let your name fall from his lips like a chant, barely masking the squelching sound of your wet cunt wrapped around him. Both of you were close, and his tip grazing your cervix with every move of your hips really wasn't helping.
"You gonna come for me, baby?" you breathed, feeling your own climax growing in your abdomen. Neil was too caught up in chasing his pleasure to say anything right away, his eyes screwing shut as he barely let out a response. "Y-Yes, fuck!"
Your hand gripped his arm as it wrapped around your waist, your nails digging into his skin as a borderline squeal escaped your throat, finally tipping over the edge of your high at the feeling of his release filling you. Neil moaned out as he thrust up into you, his body tense with pleasure as you fell onto his chest tiredly, your face burrowing into the crook of his neck. He could feel you smiling against his skin, your head moving to slowly plant sweet kisses along his neck and cheek before finally reaching his lips.
"So good," you told him in between pecks. "Always so good for me . . "
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oh I have a request! Miguel x reader where he teaches you how to dance? your so bad at ballroom and Miguel was trained in it when he was younger and can't help but intervene when he sees you messing up the steps.
Hold my swaying Heart.
Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader
“I don’t know how to dance..” “I’ll teach you.”
i had to research how to waltz and why is it so confusing
He’s so baby 😻 (there’s bugs whispering in my ears)
To say that Miguel didn’t like a lot of people would be an understatement.
He thought most of the people he was protecting, the people he’d risked his entire life for—,
,We’re at best naïve, and worst, plain stupid. Believing that they were out of harms way because of the gift they’d been given.
You were an exception.
He didn’t see you as a burden, or an idiot. Naïve, maybe a little. But not in the way where you could get hurt physically, but more emotionally.
He rather saw you as someone he could care for, as you had done rather terribly caring for yourself.
Being dependent and trusting compared to the Spidey people he met day by day. You were sweet, loyal, and god you would not leave his head.
So when Peter had invited him to some stupid dance, and said you were coming with a sly smile on his face, he’d begrudgingly agreed.
Which is what led him to right now.
—
God you looked gorgeous. A sleek white dress complimenting your features, slit running down from your thigh. It hugged every sweet form of your body, giving him a view he was rather thankful for. Sheer white gloves covered your hands, and the pearls you wore sat nicely against your collarbone.
You looked elegant, and he couldn’t get enough.
Off dancing with Hobie, stumbling and stepping on his toes. Laughing with him while he told you how dancing was just a social construct, anyways. Though he laughed with you.
The scene was pretty, he’d admit. It was a gorgeous hall, oak wood floor expanding enough room for eight seat rounded dining tables with tea light candles on white cloth, and a dance floor. The band was set on the elevated stage at the corner of the room. Playing nice, easy classical.
Roses and fancy spoons, along with an over the top chandelier.
Everything looked rather expensive, it suited his taste.
He caught Hobies stare from across the room and the brit smirked.
Miguel glared at him.
Don’t.
He watched as Hobie leaned down to whisper in your ear, making eye contact with him the whole time. His fingers twitching in anger and jealousy.
The brunette’s back straightened, his figure hulking over most in the room. Adorned in such a restricting suit probably wasn’t helping his case. Biceps straining against the thick fabric, he wondered if something had gone wrong at the tailor, or if the woman who had done his measurements had also done this on purpose.
His attention refocused when a new song had started, a song he knew very dear to himself. Years of his childhood as a dancer paying off, his memory jerking at the familiar notes.
Waltz of the Flowers.
He watched as Hobie tried to lead you through the steps, a sort of urgency running through him. You stumbled again, further into the brit before you, and Miguel gave up trying to stop himself.
Slowly making his way over, he did nothing to stop the confident expression Hobie wore, the kid was doing this on purpose, this was bait.
And yet he can’t stop himself.
“Mind if I step in?”
You looked up at him in surprise, eyes twinkling. “No, of course not,” Hobie snickered for a second before covering it with a clear of his throat. “,Be careful with ‘is one. She needs a little teachin’.” “Hey!”
You lightly smacked Hobie’s arm, grinning all the while. And as Hobie detached himself from the both of you, he clapped a hand over Miguel’s shoulder, not having to lean to whisper to him. “Don’t fuck it up, mate.”
Before Miguel could reprimand him, he waltzed off somewhere to find Pavitr.
Turning his attention back to you, he’d realised you’d been staring at him. Getting caught leading to your eyes quickly darting to his chest, before you realised that kind of made you look like a creep and ended up just shutting them for a moment. He laughed lightly, stepping closer to you. “You ok to dance, Conejita?”
“Yes! I uhh—,” Your sentence broke for a second and you opened your eyes, clearing your throat. “,I don’t know how to dance.”
“I’ll teach you.”
“Okay.” Breathless, you agreed.
He hummed, settling his hands in yours and guiding your feet into position.
“You know how to Waltz?”
He looked down at you, eyelashes fluttering pretty against his cheeks as he blinked.
“Didn’t spend 17 years learning not to know.” He chuckled, a lighthearted jab, something you were both comfortable in participating.
“Hmm..—“ You giggled before you could stifle it, “,Damn.. If it took you 17 years to learn, I think I might want a new teacher.”
“Oh—,” He laughed a challenge. “Oh, you wanna go down that route, Querida?”
You hummed through your humour.
“No— No.. I’ll learn.” You looked up at him, the light of the chandelier haloing his outline.
A smile danced across your sweet face.
“Good.”
His voice dipped lower, hand squeezing yours just a little tighter, a little more possessive.
“Now pay attention.”
“I am paying attention.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Yeah—, I’m not.”
He snorted, redirecting his focus to where you were slowly swaying to the song.
“Move your feet just like this, C’mon.”
“Like this?”
“Perfect, you’re doing good. Follow my lead, just like that.”
The praise made you shiver, you willed away the feeling to focus.
“Good, you’re a quick learner.”
“Thank you.”
“Mhmm.”
He watched the fabric of your dress sway when you moved with him, tripping over your steps every now and again and muttering simple apologies to him. Which he promptly shut down.
He guided you through the waltz, telling you when to break off and when to halt in a pause. He talked you through every step, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t have an effect on you. By the end of it, you were a flustered mess.
The song came to a close, Miguel leading the whole way through it. When there was no more music, and the other dancers around you had started to disperse—,
Miguel dropped on of his hands from yours, letting it come to rest on hi shoulder, the other sliding to your hips.
“You’re pretty good, for a learner.”
You snorted, “Yeah?”
He hummed his affirmation.
“Well, you’re a pretty good teacher.”
He scoffed back, rolling his eyes and smirking.
“Think I should become a dance instructor?”
“For spider people?”
“Well, feel like they’d be a bit more clumsy.”
“Mm, it’s either that or save the multiverse so—, choice is basically already made.”
“Dance instructor.”
“Definitely.”
He smiled and laughed, avidly ignoring the relieved expressions of the small group of teens, along with Peter and Jess.
When another slow song started up again, instead of waltzing you. He’d decided just to let you slow dance with him.
Your head resting on his chest, and your deft hand in his—, something changed at that moment.
He knew you both felt it, a spark of some kind. And if five years in future “Waltz of the Flowers” was the song he chose for a wedding, it would only mean so much to you.
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Something I really like about Only Friends is the characters are so complexly written and layered that I kind of wind up being an apologist or detractor for all of them at different points in time. I don't really have a black and white view of the characters, which is usually the only thing you have in BL.
Top's a fuckboy with substance abuse issues. But also, he seems like he genuinely wants connection, and I feel bad for him sometimes because it's so clear he wants Mew to be affectionate with him, and Mew just isn't.
Mew is controlling. A giant walking defense mechanism that can't connect will with people. But also, he's surrounded by people who don't have his best interests in mind, and as he's opening up, we're seeing that he's not some criminal mastermind. In fact, that's the mask. The real Mew is just some dumb college kid who's into a guy he's scared of being vulnerable with, because he's never caught feelings he couldn't control. It's so obvious someone messed Mew up REAL GOOD.
Boston is.... He's an objectively terribly human being. He's also a miserable human being though, a lot like Ray, and he places so much of his value on sex he doesn't know how to make meaningful bonds. It's clear he's nuts about Nick, that he wants to monopolize his affections and attentions, but he doesn't know how to translate that into something healthy. Like Mew, his relationship with sex is fucked, and at the core of an inability to bond. I actually think he's jealous of Mew because there's a parallel there, but whereas Boston is derided for his relationship with sex and inability to connect, Mew is praised. Boston is a shit human being, but he is to be pitied.
Ray's kind of a dick. He's self-centered, won't take no for an answer from Mew, he has substance abuse issues, and saying Sand wasn't his boyfriend because he's holding onto that hope for Mew was fucked. But he's also got major depressive disorder, his parents sound like real pieces of work, and Khao does such a great job of conveying his fragility you can really sense how close to just breaking apart he is. He fucks up, but you still want him to get to a better place.
Sand, oh dear god, this boy has my heart. He's not perfect. Yeah, he sells hooch, he smokes weed, he parties. But he's got flaws too. He works too much, his head's in the clouds, he's destined to wind up on a sexiest mugshots website, and he falls too hard, too fast. He lets himself get led around by the nose by Ray. Sand's the easiest character to like on this show. He's got a hustle, but he's also got 'dude I wouldn't be deeply uncomfortable to be in a room alone with' energy.
Nick's not completely guiltless with his relationship with Boston. I've got a soft spot for him because he's a sweet, quiet kid, and I have a habit of adopting introverts. But he's not like Mew, he knew his way around both dick and dicks from the start, and wasn't blind to who Boston was. He bugged the car. That was a little too extra. I still wanna buy him cheeseburgers and tell him these boys ain't shit though, because he's so miserably in love with Boston, and Boston might be up front with him, but he's still stringing him along, telling him what he wants to hear, and giving more when Nick expresses interest in seeing other people. Was recording Boston and Top some pure creep mode shit to do? Yes. But do I support him using the recording to put Boston in his place? Yeah, I do.
Cheum is another easy to like characters, but we don't get to see much of her, so aside from simply liking her dancing queen energy, I can't really make an assessment. I like that she's the only one in the group actually helping Mew with the project. Also, I laughed when she clocked Ray as most fuckable. Most queer woman would agree, and Jojo is out here making us feel attacked.
Anyways, in summation, I'm thinking of opening a GoFundMe to get therapy for fictional characters. I still can't believe we've got 7 more episodes of drams to get through.
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Harrowhark Nonagesimus
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The legend herself. I still love her so much.
I also have some questions, and some answers. This is gonna be a long one.
How did she open the tomb?
I puzzled over this for most of the book. Always assumed that John was lying when he said it was impossible - but then again, Gideon was around, so did she get Gideon's blood somehow? Or was it something else?
The proof was right here - right after John was revealed to be Gideon's dad:
It was worse when I was a kid. I remember the time you caught me telling her, I love you, and I can’t even remember what you said, but I remember that I had you on your back—I put you straight on the fucking ground. I was always so much bigger and so much stronger. I got on top of you and choked you till your eyes bugged out. I told you that my mother had probably loved me a lot more than yours loved you. You clawed my face so bad that my blood ran down your hands; my face was under your fucking fingernails. When I let you go you couldn’t even stand, you just crawled away and threw up. Were you ten, Harrow? Was I eleven?
Was that the day you decided you wanted to die?
Harrow was ten; she had Gideon's face under her fingernails. Harrow opened the blood ward when she tried to kill herself. This makes a lot of sense. Mystery solved.
Is Harrow actually insane? Is the Body more than a hallucination?
Simply put: No, and yes. The Body is the manifestation of Alecto herself. She hitched a ride with Harrow's body when Harrow opened the tomb. She's been "haunted" by Alecto, the same way she was haunted by Wake for most of HtN.
I realised that this must be the case when I read this, after Harrow tries to kiss Alecto's ghost on the mouth.
As though you had crossed no boundary, and above the soundless rough shouting in your ears, the Body said: “I have to go away for a while,” and you regretted everything.
“I have done wrong,” you said.
There was the tiniest suggestion of a furrow in that cool unbreathing brow, and she said, “How?”
Alecto isn't upset that Harrow kissed her. She simply has to go away for a while. I thought about this. I read it as upset in my first read, but now it doesn't feel that way at all. "As though you had crossed no boundary", questioning why Harrow would think she'd done wrong. Alecto isn't upset at the kiss. She just has to go do Important Alecto Business.
Harrow interacts with Alecto throughout HtN. The Body is always there, until it isn't. Picking up on what we learned about Revenants from Wake, Harrow is haunted by Alecto in the same way. Dulcie, in the bubble, confirmed that she could sense someone other than Wake. Alecto came forward to Gideon when Harrow's sternum was shattered, her tomb was empty in Harrow's final vision.
Alecto isn't a revenant. She may not even be a ghost. Some essence of her, however, managed to cling to Harrow and infiltrate her mind. Alecto's powers must be strong - did she have enough of a connection with Harrow to adhere to her body? Wake needed Harrow to die to come forward - Alecto may have no such limitations. She's there, in Harrow's peripheral vision, most of the time. I don't think she had the limitation of needing that connection. Anyone or anything would do, hence the locked in an ice cave behind a million wards. Not exactly a revenant, as Alecto's body is almost certainly still alive, but an ability to cast her spirit and let it cling on to something, anything that moved in there.
Is Harrow actually insane? Well, on one hand, yes. She's Harrow, after all. She's had to live with what she thought were hallucinations all her life. She's been hearing things like the Secundarius bell and doors closing/banging as well, which might also be Alecto's input - some sound comes in even through the ice?
Alternatively, well, Harrow has 200 souls inside her, from the kids that were killed. (How did the Ninth, a house of mostly decrepit elders, get 200 children anyway?) Those kids will have left some kind of mark on her soul, and they all would have heard the bell and doors during their short lives. Maybe it's just a reflection of this.
This means that the hallucinations we've seen Harrow have, are all likely caused by souls hitching a ride with Harrow. Wake, Alecto, the unnamed 200.
Doesn't mean Harrow hasn't been hearing things and seeing things that were ostensibly not there, though. All throughout her entire life! That kinda stuff would drive anyone a bit mad.
Mind you, Cytherea under her bed was absolutely real. Ianthe took advantage of Harrow's vulnerability in that moment.
I'm still convinced that Ianthe is with Eden in some way. Eden came to Canaan House first, retrieved Camilla, Coronabeth and Judith, along with part of Palamedes's skull. Cytherea somehow managed to call BoE to the scene before she died. Harrow wiped some memories - maybe she strategically also wiped this memory? I really wanna know what happened at this point in the story.
Okay well I think it's time to talk about what and who we know.
>> Next: Ianthe, Coronabeth and the Blood of Eden
#tlt theories#no nona the ninth spoilers please#tlt liveblog#the locked tomb liveblog#tlt spoilers#the locked tomb#tlt#gideon the ninth#harrow the ninth#harrowhark nonagesimus#harrow nonagesimus
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I need to know how you’re doing with the update on Nick in the recent only friends episode.
I feel you are living for and wanted this twisted mess characters and I think it’s getting there!
Anon, I don't like Tyler Perry movies, but I love Tyler Perry moments. For example, in Diary of a Mad Black Woman, after her ex-husband (who did her DIRTY!) gets injured, a woman goes back to take care of him only for him to berate her like he used to, so she flips the script and throws him in a tub just to tell him to stop making all that noise as a he is drowning. Another of my favorite moments is in Why Did I Get Married? when a husband is complaining that his wife is crazy, she establishes why she is crazy (he cheated among other things) and reveals that she knows the exact distance it takes him to drive to certain places, so she checks the mileage in his car when he gets home just to make sure he didn't take any detours.
Perry's moments embody the Black proverb "See, this right here is what we not finna do/You've got the wrong one"
Why am I telling you this?
Because Boston done fucked with the wrong one.
We were all thinking Mew was gonna be the big bad manipulator against Top while yelling at Nick to run far away from Boston, yet my baby is about to Single White Female Boston's ass, and
I'M LIVING FOR IT!
Because Nicolas is also about to teach Boston another one of my favorite Black proverbs - "Play stupid games, win stupid prizes"
Nick has caught all the feelings for Boston, and Boston has encouraged it. He tells Nick sweet nothings all the time and entertains the idea of them being "something more" knowing damn well he is stringing Nick along. Boston likes the attention Nick gives him, and now he is getting a lot more of it than he is aware of.
It doesn't matter if Nick hurts Boston with any of this information (I'm praying he does). What matters is my boy is wild enough to get the information in the first place without a second thought.
Nick is the perfect match for Boss "No Boundaries" Ton. Nick looked through Boston's photos when he was fixing his phone and masturbated to them while Boston keeps photos of all his prey sexual conquests. Nick bugged Boston's car while Boston kept a two-year old photo of his friends making out probably without their knowledge of him even having it. Boston has no boundaries and neither does Nick.
Which is why Nick allowed Boston to lie to him, then made this face.
Nick won't feel guilty violating Boston's privacy when he gave him the chance to come clean. If they are just friends with benefits, as Boston keeps saying like it's a prize he is dangling over Nick, why not just tell the truth about him and Top having fucked before? Or that he was going to fuck someone else (not even give a name)? Or simply not lie that he was gonna clean up?
But just like the party moment, when they were in the car, Nick was trying to decide if he was going to bug it based on Boston's answer. And as usual, Boston bullshitted.
Boston keeps playing games.
So he shouldn't be surprised if Nicolas puts a tracking device on his phone to see what detours Boston might be taking on his way to his place.
What can I say? I love toxic bitches.
#I love Nick#Only Friends#Nicolas stepped it up this week#He was perfect!#No notes#Nick matches Boston's energy#I knew he had it in him#Now make Boston cry#Make Boston beg#Make Boston miserable#Don't disappoint me hon
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Requester:
omg hii!! this is my first time asking for anything but i love your writing and wanted to ask if you could do a part two to jake sully teach me＼(٥⁀▽⁀ )／
Ofc! This a bit longer so be ready.
Here you go darling!🌹
Giving in
Reader x Jake sully
Come on, now MDNI
Warning: Cheating, finger fucking, nicknames(sweets,hun)
Let know if I missed one!
Waking up with your friends bugging you about how handsome their crushes or boyfriends were was one way to wake up from a sleepless night.
“Have you seen that new na’vi boy that came from the human world?” Ashtwe said. She’d literally flirt with anyone, even her friend boyfriends.
“Jake?” You replied sleepily
“Yea, isn’t he so hot?”
“I’ve wanted to rip his clothes off the moment I saw him” another friend of yours added.
Then came an overflow of voices commenting on what they wanted to do to him, making your head hurt.
“Too bad he’s chosen his mate” Ashtwe sighed
“What?” You said a little bit too loud.
“Yes, he chose neytiri”
Your heart dropped, no plummeted, you felt like you’d cry and lock yourself away. At the same time you still wanted to make it up to him and show him what he’s missing.
You finally got up and walked out of your hut after noticing your friends left 2 hours ago. You wanted to go see Jake first thing and ask him if what your friends said was true, why he led you on that night. But the thing you can’t, cause your the one that left.
You walk out of your hut and guess who you see, Jake…and Neytiri. She was all up under him, his strong hands around her hips and squeezing her butt occasionally. Eywa how you wished that was you being squeezed by his embrace.
He sees you staring at him and starts walking over to you. Your first thought is to walk the other way and that’s exactly where your feet take you, walking into the forest and hearing running footsteps behind you. Though it’s a bit dangerous, you still run deeper.
After five minutes of running you get tired and stop and hide behind a tree. At this point you don’t know why you even started running in the first place, from anxiety, from fear or from him?
You feel a hand on your shoulder and you jump slightly.
“You okay, hun?” He asks keeping his hand on your slightly shaking shoulder.
You just look up at him and nod.
“Come on now, you know you can talk to me” he says with convincing eyes.
“I.. I heard you have a mate!” You try to make this moment was light as possible.
“Mhm, yeah I do” he mumbles.
“Well is she nice?” You ask nervously.
“You ran away from me to ask me that?”
“No..” accepting you’ve been caught and crossing your legs.
“Are you jealous,sweets? He says holding your chin.
“A little..” you say in a small voice.
“I don’t think we can have my sweets being jealous of neytiri, can we?” He says eyeing you down from chest to toe.
“Get up for me”
He grabs your hands snd barely lets you get up before picking you up and pinning you to the tree.
“Jake.. .. you have a mate you- we can’t”
“Says who?” He says kissing your neck making you quiver all of a sudden.
“Says olo’eyktan”
“Do want to do this?” He asks stopping his movement.
“Huh?”
“Do you wanna do this?” He says more a statement than a question.
“Yea…” looking down
“What I thought” he says taking your loincloth off and kiss you while your clit gently.
You start to whimper and moan at the sensation.
He starts moving his fingers faster making you squirm a bit and muffled moans coming out of you.
“Sorry, sweets but we gotta make this quick” he says inserting a thick finger into your throbbing hole making you let out a soft moan.
“Eywa Jake” you kept moaning
He then inserted two more fingers filling your whole up surprisingly making you scream out, and arch your back off of the small branch that was poking you.
“You like that,hmm?” He said kissing and nibbling on your neck, it taking everything in him not to rip your top off and actually take you right there.
Your moans started getting higher as you reached your high and making Jake put his hand over your agape mouth.
Your eyes watered, legs shook as Jake finger fucked you through your orgasm.
“You’ve got a dirty hole down there y’know?” He put you over his shoulder and took you back to your hut.
You wake up and see your friends waiting for you to wake up. First thing you hear,
Why did Jake have you over his shoulder? Ashtwe asked
“No why did he say you were sick?”
“Are you okay?”
“What happened?”
“Where did you go?”
They kept asking.
You saw a piece of paper laying on the side of your pillow. You pick it up and read it :
Meet at my hut tomorrow at night,
I’ll really show you how it’s done.
- Jake
You blush so hard at this letter and your friends keep trying to ask what’s got you so giggly.
You just simply ask yourself a s hard and simple question.
What am I wearing?
Hope you loved this anonymous and others!
- littleskittles325💌
#fem!reader#avatar smut#smut writing#jake smut#jake sully smut#jake sully#lo’ak smut#neteyam xreader smut
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Smut, Bakugou x female reader, 4/4
Go back to part 1
Part of the Cute as hell Collection
“Looking for something?”
You froze at the whisper. Your toes curled into the carpet. Your fingers gripped at the bottom of the black oversized skull shirt you had stolen. You tugged it to cover more of your bare thighs as you pivoted towards the sound, wondering who could possibly still be awake and guarding the top of the stairs. You smiled and let go of your shirt, moving towards the form you recognized immediately...even when it was surrounded by shadows.
“Hi!” He raised an eyebrow at you as you slapped your hand to your own mouth, lowering it to try again. "I mean, hi." He chuckled at your attempt at volume control. He pulled the blanket off his shoulders, wrapping it around yours instead.
“Hi.” He moved off of the wall he was leaning against and started to walk away. He reached back and tugged your arm when he realized you hadn't followed. “Come on.” You frowned as he pulled you back in the direction you had just managed to escape from. You pouted.
“You’re taking me back downstairs?”
“Fuck no, but you're not going in there. None of those idiots deserves to sleep in a room with you.” You chuckled, covering your mouth to muffle the noise as he turned down a different hall at the top of the stairs.
“Are we running away together?” You couldn't see his face, but you guessed he rolled his eyes.
“Shut up and come on, brat.” You could hear the smile on his lips too. Was he still just as drunk as you were?
You grinned down at the way his hand circled around your wrist. The way he quietly tugged you down the hall was so familiar, and you had the weirdest sense of deja vu...vaguely remembering the time you had been caught by Kaminari back in high school. The lighting around you grew brighter, pulling you from the memory. He let go of you, so he could unfasten the glass doors.
"We’re going outside?" He huffed as he pulled at the door that wouldn't open.
"Scared of bugs or somethin'?" He unlocked the mechanism at the top of the door frame, opening it slowly enough to reduce the risk of a squeak.
"Scared you’ll get cold and steal my fucking blanket."
"That's my fucking blanket. Anyways, it’s closed in...just windows and skylight shit."
You followed him into the atrium. The moon cast patterns across the floor, leaving a mosaic pattern of light and shadow. You breathed in deeply, feeling instantly soothed by the room. The air in here was a little humid, but not uncomfortable. It was a welcome change from the dry winter that the windows were shielding you from. When you finally turned your back to the many rows and walls of plants, he wasn't there. You were alone...but then you heard your name. You followed it to the opposite wall. There was an oversized sofa, covered in shadow.
Once your eyes adjusted, you could see the outline of his settled form. You grinned at the sight of his Deku slippers, hanging off the edge of the cushion...the ones you had given to him that first Christmas you all had merch out. He had frowned at them until you told him it was for the days "he wanted to walk all over Deku, but had to behave himself". Even now he'd stomp around in them occasionally, muttering to himself that he wasn't a dumb kid anymore. You didn't remember packing those for him, so you wondered when he had slipped them into the bags. You giggled, realizing that meant he knew he'd be in a bad mood at some point.
You knelt on the edge of the cushion as you ran your hand up his leg, making sure you wouldn't accidentally knee him anywhere. He was wearing a looser grey pair of sweats. You hummed when you realized he was laying on his back with his arms stretched out for you to rest your neck on. The way you usually slept in bed at home. Your fingers skimmed the side of his thigh before curling into the top of his waist band. You really had missed him this last week. You glanced up at his face, seeing his eyes were closed and his breathing had gotten soft and steady.
You stared over at the spot next to him that he had left for you, but bit your lip and climbed on top of him instead, making sure to grind against him as you got situated on his lap. He smiled and his hands slid up to your hips.
“Kiss.” You smiled at the groggy way the word left his pouty lips.
“Where?” His pretty red eyes finally opened for you. You waited until they landed on yours before dramatically shifting your gaze down to his lap. He laughed.
“Up here first, brat.” He grabbed your chin and pulled you toward him. The kiss was soft for about half a second before his hand was roughly weaving through your hair. He groaned into your mouth as he pushed his tongue through your parted lips. Your nails raked at the fabric of his shirt, while your hips rocked against his. You were panting when he finally let you pull away, his hand tugged at the hair now wound around his fingers. "Fuckin' finally..."
"Finally what?"
"Nothin'. Forget it." You felt the skin of his neck heat up beneath your fingers. You guessed he was blushing and poked at his very warm cheek.
"Aww...since when are you shy?"
"Fuckin' never." He groaned when you moved your hips in a circle more roughly than before.
"Finally what?"
"Fuckin' finally got to kiss my girl. Those fuckin' extras kept-" You had slid down between his legs, pulling his sweats with you. You knocked off one slipper to get his leg free, leaving the pants around his other ankle. You bit and licked your way back up his calves and thighs and hip. You kissed and licked everything except for what you wanted your mouth on the most. He got harder every time your breath ghosted across his dick only for you to move past it to suck another mark onto his thigh. You finally heard what you were waiting for.
"Y/n...please?"
You growled at the way he whined for you. Something about him begging you, even a little, did something to you. It made you feel high off of him, because being the only one he chose to be weak for...made you feel so god damn good. You let your tongue fall past your swollen lips, and you licked up the entire length of him. He moaned and you kept going, licking and slurping at the sides, teasing your way up to the tip, getting close enough for him to squirm, but resisting the urge to swallow him whole.
"Y/n-oh fuck!"
You swirled your tongue around the tip of him at the sound of your name, relaxing your mouth to take in as much of him as you could at this angle. He was at the back of your throat, but you had to wrap your hand around him in order to not neglect a single part of him. You squeezed and pumped with your hand in the same rhythm you sucked on him with your mouth. You opened wider, letting drool and precum swirl down his length and into your hand as you continued pushing him toward his release. You could hear him muttering above you, but you couldn't make any words out through the sloppy sounds of your mouth around his cock.
You whined when he pulled you off of him by your hair. You glared up at him as he pulled your hand away as well. His eyes looked hazy and unfocused, but he laughed.
"That's not where I wanna cum." You pouted as he slid out from underneath you, so he could stand beside the sofa. You crossed your arms and looked up at him, nearly forgetting to be annoyed as your eyes raced over the muscles of the arms moving toward you.
"Yea, well I wanted your cum to hit the back of my throat." He laughed again as his fingers ran up your bare legs. His laugh stopped as he raised the bottom of your shirt. He looked...mad.
"You were gonna go in that room...without any fuckin' shorts on?"
"I'm wearing boyshorts." Something flashed across his eyes as you continued. "Wasn't really thinking. I just needed to get into your bed." He huffed at you as he yanked them off. Any other excuses died in your throat as he flipped you over, nudging you to your knees, and guiding your hands to rest on the back of the sofa. You shivered as his breath tickled the back of your neck.
"Missed my cock so much you almost let them see you like this." You moaned at how deep his voice had gotten. You opened your mouth to argue, but another growl cut you off. He licked up your neck. "Let's get you thinking again, beautiful."
You yelped at the sharp sting of his quirk as he slapped your ass. He chuckled as his fingers slid around your hips. You tried to push back into him, but his grip grew firmer as he kept you still. You huffed and were about to activate your quirk, but...he was back by your ear.
"Be a good girl. You're already in enough trouble." You whined, but stopped fighting against his grip. He hummed and let his hand move under your shirt, trailing his fingers up your spine. He then moved along the side of your ribs. You groaned when he innocently brought his hands back down, annoyed that he hadn't moved to grab at your breasts. He lifted his hands off of you completely when you made the noise. You whined, resisting the urge to turn back and glare at him. You already knew what he wanted to hear.
"Katsuki..." It took all of your will power to not move towards his hips when you felt the tip of his cock rubbing against you. You hadn't realized how wet he'd gotten you already.
"Yes?" He pushed inside of you, but just barely. You clenched around him, still resisting the overwhelming urge to move. You rested your head on your arm, knowing how pathetic you were about to sound.
"Please?" He moved forward another inch, bringing tears of frustration to your eyes.
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me, you fucking-" The insult was cut off by your moan as he pulled you back towards him, filling you completely. You weren't sure if it was from all the alcohol, or not having him for a week, or the fucking villainous teasing the shit of a hero had just pulled, but you were already cumming for him after a few thrusts. Your nails dug into the sofa and you let go, mumbling a series of curses and repetitions of his name. Then you felt his weight on your back as his movements became more erratic and less controlled. "Cum for me, Katsuki." He groaned against you, tugging the collar of your shirt so he could bite into your shoulder. You moaned at the muffled sounds of him cumming.
Then the room went quiet, only filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and the distant waves of the ocean you hadn't noticed before. You sighed, your body finally relaxing under the weight of him. He kissed the part of your shoulder that'd be bruised soon as he slid off of you, pulling you down with him. You frowned when he got back up and started grabbing something from the ground. He grabbed your ankles, yanking you to the edge.
"Hey!" Your shout turned to laughter as you realized he was sliding his sweats up your legs. "Oh my god. You're really that worried?"
"Yes." He slid his own boxers on before sliding back beside you. "Now where's the fucking blanket? I'm freezing." You reached around the disoriented pillows, finally tugging the crumpled sherpa lined blanket over you both.
"You wouldn't be cold if you weren't giving your pants away." He huffed as he wrapped his arms tighter around you. He felt so warm for someone that claimed to be freezing.
"Those idiot bastards don't deserve the view." Your laugh was cut off by a yawn, which he stole from you. He brushed his lips against your forehead as you tucked your head under his chin. Your limbs felt heavy after the long day, the drive, the party, the drinking and him.
"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww."
Your eyelids felt the heaviest as they struggled to open to the strangest sounding alarm clock. You frowned at the brightness of the room, unable to recognize anything. Then ruffled pink, blonde, and black hair came into view. You groaned and rolled into the strong arms still caged around you before shouting at them.
"Five more minutes, extras!" You heard a chuckle from the chest you were resting against, and the blanket was pulled over your head. Katsuki kissed your frowning lips.
"Told ya you needed fuckin' pants." You heard heavier footsteps. Then there were giggles and two somebodies said ow as they were dragged from the room.
The Reunion mini-series ends here, but may come back and fill in gaps in the trip later. It's fun writing class A as a group.
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you’re on your own, kid | life of stevie au! | jack hughes
summary; when Jack returns home to Michigan in the off season with his daughter but no girlfriend he has a lot of answer for
this is kinda the same vibes as the bugs world divorce au
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When Luke arrived at the airport to pick Jack up, he assumed you would be there.
What he didn’t expect to see was Jack pushing a suitcase trolley with his baby seat balancing on top, one stone caught under the wheel away from sending Stevie flying onto the concrete.
“Dude, What the fuck are you doing!” Luke exclaimed, jumping out of the Honda and rushing to take Stevie’s carrier off the top of the suitcase pile.
“I only have two hands Luke!”
“Where’s y/n?!”
Jack hissed lowly, looking around him when he said “Well… you see”
“What happened? Tell me when we get in the car”
Luke ensured Stevie was strapped into the vehicle tightly, her seat was secure and the bags were in the trunk.
Jack went on to tell his little brother about his relationship problems, how you’d been struggling since birth and how the two of you had been constantly fighting.
That one thing led to another and you had a huge fight a couple days prior which led to you announcing you had to take a ‘break’ and now Jack was here in Michigan with Stevie alone while you were in Jersey.
“So What im hearing is… you fucked up?” Luke quirked his eyebrow at his brother and Jack sighed
“Yeah, Yeah i fucked up man” he couldn’t deny it, Nico and Dougie had said the same thing to him when he had asked the team for advice on the situation.
He was then told the same thing by his mother when he arrived home. She immediately took her granddaughter from his arms and asked where his girlfriend was to be told she wasn’t coming.
Ellen gave him the telling off of the century. She yelled at him about how he could be so careless, how he wasn’t the boy she raised and how he didn’t think about how you felt.
But Jack knew this, because he’d beaten himself up over it the week prior.
When he got up in the middle of the night and found you talking to Stevie over the baby monitor.
“You’re gonna be just fine baby girl, your mama loves you and your daddy loves you so much they just don’t love eachother so much just now”
Jack listened to you tell Stevie all about how much you guys loved her, never once saying a bad word about him. Even after he’d sat in your home and berated you for hours after you’d been crying from being too overwhelmed.
Jack was like a headless chicken. He had no idea what to do.
Whenever she cried, she screamed or needed something — he didn’t know.
His family had to sit and watch, watch him struggle because they knew they couldn’t help him he needed to learn on his own, the hard way.
That was until about a week into the trip and Stevie had been up screaming and crying. He didn’t know what to do, he was scared, she was making him stressed and he snapped at her.
She was baby, she didn’t know what he’d said all she knew was her daddy had just shouted at her and she began crying even more, now scared of the man infront of her.
Jack entered his parents bedroom and shook his mom awake, in her sleepy state she groaned until she heard him sniffle. Her eyes shot open and she asked “What’s wrong? What’s happened”
“Momma, i need help”
She took the boy into her arms and held him for a moment soothingly saying “It’s gonna be okay baby, i promise, everything will be fine”
“Where is she?” He pointed to the hallway, where Stevie was crying moments ago to find it was now silent.
Jack, panicked, stood up and rushed out to find Quinn and his wife standing with her in their arms bouncing her up and down almost asleep.
“What- How did you?”
“I call Quinn the baby whisperer, he’s always good at getting the kids down when I’m tired” his sister-in-law smiled.
Jack couldn’t help but feel guilty.
His brother was an amazing dad, he knew that and to know that he was so actively involved made him feel guilty for even suggesting to you that it was all your job to parent.
Quinn and his wife had agreed to have Stevie sleep in their room that night to allow Jack a moment to breath and collect his thoughts and feelings, get some rest.
He couldn’t sleep however, instead he was staring at his phone.
He text you.
you up?
we already had a baby you can’t booty call me… what’s up? you ok?
I’m fine just wanted to check on you.
everything’s good, how’s your fam?
good! doting on stevie, they love her.
we made a good kid what can i say!
He chuckled a little at your message before he text back.
I miss you
i miss you too
His heart was doing flips in his chest reading your message.
I’m really sorry for what happened between us, you know I didn’t think about everything you’ve gone through and I was selfish.
you shouted at her, didn’t you?
He did a look around his room, checking you weren’t in here like you’d seen him.
how’d you know???
because I did it too….
Jack couldn’t help but tear up, knowing you’d felt that helpless and alone like he had when he snapped at her and he could’ve been there to help but he chose not to. Instead, he chose to scream at you and call you names which made you feel worse.
you’re the best mom, you know that? you’re the best girlfriend and I’m a horrible person who’s so sorry for what I’ve done. we’re so lucky to have you in our lives.
i can’t wait to squeeze you both when you get back to jersey. give our girl a kiss goodnight from me.
what about me?
i mean if you can kiss yourself, pls do - from me of course
I’ll just lay the lips on you when I get back…
hmm, and if I don’t let you?
you’ve just broken my heart y/n
aha! goodnight j, love you & love ste 🤍
we love you, more than anything!
Jack was content, those few texts of playful flirting were like old times. He felt relieved.
Jack sat for a few moments still before he crept out of the bed and down the hallway to his brothers room, slipping in and grabbing his daughter from her travel cot.
Once securely back in his room without waking anyone else up he sat up against the headboard with Stevie asleep in his arms.
“God you look so cute when you sleep, just like your mom” he mumbled, pointer finger playing with her pouted out bottom lip.
“I’m gonna be here Stevie, always. Dads got you” he said, looking down at her “You’re gonna know your worth ok? You don’t let anyone speak to you like that, not the way I spoke to her… if anyone speaks to you like that i’ll beat them up because you deserve the world baby girl”
Stevie cooed, probably not in response to her dad but more in her sleep but he still smiled
Jack picked up his phone and opened it “How about we go home, eh stevie? Let’s go home and see mama. I think we need our girl”
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