#before some jackass tries to take it away

[erigold13261]

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#really REALLY wish i was an extrovert #or like #an ambivert #or whatever it's called #would be nice to get energy from talking to people #instead of being an introvert #and getting drained from doing so #so many cool people to talk to #and i can't find the energy to talk to them #this goes to all mutuals #or people who follow me who i don't follow #you are awesome and i care deeply about you #especially those i see often in my notifications #you rock! #thank you so much #i just want to be in a happy mood #and appreciate the small things #before some jackass tries to take it away #or life becomes a bitch #you're awesome #even if you don't think so #any support. like. or anything #it does mean something and truly helps #<3

[clandestineloki]

miguel o'hara x shy crybaby housewife!reader (p3)

[based off of a request where a kind anon asked me 2 write one where he snapped at her, tweaked it a little bit so he's actually not mad at her but more concerned, it just came off in the wrong way]

tw: mentions of blood and wounds from shards, suggestive bit at the end

miguel whos just gotten out of the nice warm bath you made for him

having put on a tight white shirt and sweatpants, drying his hair when he hears a something breaking in the kitchen followed by a scream

he rushes to the kitchen where his dimensional jump watch is on the ground in pieces, debris all over

and you're kneeling over it, trying to pick up the bigger pieces

"shit!" he yells, kneeling down and surveying the damage. "get away from that!"

"i'm sorry!" you cry, clearly shaken. "i-it was on the table and i hit it with my elbow-"

"i know- please don't- just let me-" miguel tries to gently usher you away, but you shake your head.

"it's my fault," you cut him off. "i'll clean it up-"

"I SAID GET AWAY! THIS COULD EXPLODE SO LET ME FUCKING HANDLE IT, ALRIGHT?!"

it stuns you into complete silence, making you flinch away and lean against the kitchen counter.

miguel sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"sorry." miguel says bluntly without looking up. "just- fuck- the last time this happened it broke my nose so don't touch anything-"

he pieces the parts of the watch together, brows furrowing when he sees the tiny projector panel is missing. "what? where's the-"

shaky hands place two broken pieces of the projector panel in his hands

his brows furrow when he sees there are specks of blood on your palms

and he realizes you were trying to fix it on your own :((

he looks up and you're staring up at him with tears in your eyes, your bottom lip wobbling as your breathing quickens and the tears stream down your cheeks.

"i-i'm sorry," you whisper, and his heart shatters

"amor-"

before he can react you stand up and flee to the bathroom

"oh no," miguel leaves the watch pieces right there on the floor and follows you

he finds you at the sink

running your hands through warm water as you cry quietly

miguel feels immense guilt for yelling at you

he wraps his arms around you from behind as he looks at you in the mirror

"bebita," he whispers. "let me help you..."

you're still looking down, avoiding his gaze, and he sighs, pressing a kiss to your neck.

"bebita, i'm sorry," he mumbled. "i was scared you'd get hurt, i didn't mean to yell at you..."

you sniffle, turning off the tap. "i messed up."

"we all do," he whispers. "i messed up too, you didn't deserve that, you were just trying to help."

you shake your head, turning to face him and showing him your palms filled with cuts. "yeah, n' look what happened."

"you think too lowly of yourself, cariño," he lifts you up on the counter, taking the first aid kit from the drawer and fishing out the tweezers, some cotton and some rubbing alcohol.

he presses a kiss to your lips. "i'm not mad at you for this. i want you to know that. i had no right acting like a jackass."

you laugh softly through tears, and he smiles sadly, taking your left hand and looking for your injuries

the next few minutes are completely silent as miguel picks out the tiny shards from your palms

he kisses each palm when he's done, then pours some alcohol on a cotton ball.

"bebita, this might sting a bit. take a deep breath for me."

you start sobbing, and he looks up at you.

"bebita, i haven't even put the alcohol-"

"i'm sorry," you whimper, crying harder, and his heart breaks again.

"amor," he leans in, brushing stray hair away from your face and thumbing at your tears.

"you're very pretty even when you cry, but please don't be sad..."

miguel pulls you into a hug and you let it all out while he shushes you softly, kissing your hair and whispering words of love

patiently waiting for you to come back to him, wiping away your tears and sniffling, looking up at him with a tentative expression.

miguel smiles. "there she is," he mumbles, kissing you sweetly. "nobody's mad anymore, i know you meant well, you always do."

he kisses your nose. "i love you."

"love you too," you whisper, and he smiles.

"do you want to watch a movie with me while i clean you up?"

"mhm."

"your pick, amor. anything you want, anything-"

"can we watch top gun?"

"no."

"but you said it was my choice!"

"anything but that! you know i hate top gun!"

"we watch top gun or im not cooking paella for a month"

"BEBITA POR DIOS!"

you giggle and he sighs.

"fine. you're lucky you're the love of my life... and that i dont know how to cook my own paella."

"how about this?" miguel lifts you up in a princess carry.

"i'll watch top gun with you WITHOUT complaining if you promise to never let me yell at you like that again."

you look at him in confusion. "but-"

"promise me." he whispers.

"okay," you nuzzle into his neck. "i promise."

"good. and remind me to eat you out more often im forgetting how good you taste ;)"

"MIGUEL!!"

#miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara headcanons #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel x reader

[a-hazbin-reader]

OK SO WHAT ABOUT ALASTOR X FEM READER EXCEPT READER DOESNT KNOW HOW TO REACT TO HIS CHIVALRY

So this takes place before they start dating and the beginning of the relationship. Reader basically has never met a guy who has chivalry(or is respectful) like ALASTOR, so when Alastor’s mannerisms come out, reader just looks at him like “wtf are you doing?” BUT NOT IN A MEAN WAY, more like in a confused way because they’re from a time where chivalry isn’t as popular(especially to women in general) and reader was raised to be tough(but it’s still nice to get treated like a lady). So whenever alastor acts like that reader just gets awkward and shy.

IM ASKING FOR THIS CUZ LIKE THE GUYS NOW HAVE NO RESPECT OR CHIVALRY like alastor😔😒 (ik not ALL guys but most guys now and days are jackasses)

Hnnng I fucking love this ✨️

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Harassment, Men being nasty

Description: ☝️⬆️

Back when you were alive, men never did the sort of things that Alastor does unless they wanted to get laid

Most of the men you knew had tendencies to act like frat boys or old perverts

Only having one goal in mind and if they got rejected then they got fucking nasty as hell with you

On top of that, you didn't have the luxury of growing up to be soft and helpless like some people

You had to be strong and look out for yourself, you rarely looked to others for help

Not even your own family

Some people didn't even look at you as a woman, just as some tough badass who didn't need anyone's helping hand

At least you hoped that how they looked at you

Not that you would've rejected the offer if anyone actually tried to help you out, everyone needs a hand now and then

The only people who ever offered any sort of help were horny guys who offered to help you let off some steam with them

Fuck off

But Alastor grew up in a very different time than you and his way of treating you always gave you whiplash

He would never dream of asking you to fuck within the first few days of knowing each other, or even the first month wtf kind of animals have men turned into??

You don't even wanna know, Alastor

His little pet names alone made you flustered but his actions??? A whole other monster in itself

When you first met him this crazy guy kissed your hand like you were in some regency movie

You were so shy afterwards that you couldn't look him in the eyes, your cheeks hot and pink

One time, Alastor actually took off his coat and put it over a puddle for you step on

Didn't you just beat up some guy for ripping it???

You could've just stepped over the puddle in the first place??? Why did you do that??

"I did what any proper gentleman would do for a lady such as yourself, Y/N..!"

You gotta look away at that point or else he would see how hot your face is getting, feeling flustered

Alastor actually asked you to dance to a song that wasn't meant for grinding and sweating on each other??

You blush and mumble something about not knowing how to dance to music like this and instead of making fun of you Alastor teaches you how

He's a wonderful dancer and leads the entire time, not letting you make a fool of yourself in front of everyone

You've never felt your heart do skip so many beats before

You're trying to ignore what some random lecherous demon is saying about your body and the things he would do to it??

Guess what-

"Now that is not the way to start a proper conversation with a lady of Y/N's status, or any lady for that matter."

Alastor scares him off for you and won't even accept your thanks in return, making your legs wobbly

Once your suffering with feelings for Alastor then every little thing he does makes you turn into a gooey puddle

It doesn't stop when he's suddenly courting you, only getting worse with each romantic act

He brings you flowers, dedicates entire broadcasts to you, asks you to take evening strolls with him

He does all this and never even expects a parting kiss from you, simply happy to be in your presence

When/why the fuck did men stop acting like this?? This is so much better than how they were back when you were alive-

You get flustered just at the sight of him now, wondering just how he's going to make you swoon today

Alastor is slowly getting you accustomed to how he believes you should always be treated, happy that you're no longer confused by his actions

This motherfucker just Pavlov-ed you into falling for him

This was so fun to write!! I hope I did a good enough job!!

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor x reader

[rowarn]

okay i'm back to expand on toxic situationship simon vs smitten golden retriever könig fighting for ur attention!!!

when simon first met you, he had no intention of interacting with you let alone "dating" you. but it just kind of....happened. you had a way of worming your way into his thoughts and his life.

the problem was that he was not build for a relationship. he had problems. a lot of them. he wasn't the type to work on himself, he was the type to find distractions to cope with the mess that was in his head at all times.

the closer you tried to get to him, the further he pulled away. but then when you backed off, he remembered he needed you as a distraction. so he'd rein you back in only for the cycle to continue.

he ignored how much it hurt you, how sometimes your eyes would swim with tears when he gave you the cold shoulder and told you to leave him alone. it wasn't like you understood what was going on — simon refused to open up and tell you that he was just...fucking messy in the head. instead, he just let you think he was some sleazy douchebag who used you for a quick fuck only to toss to the curb when you annoyed him.

part of him wondered (but didn't care bc it benefited him) why you kept coming back after how much he hurt your feelings. but when he wasn't being an intentional jackass to get you to leave him alone for a week or two, he was a great guy. a gentleman. he spoke to you with a soft but not condescending tone and was patient even when you asked stupid questions. when he had you as his distraction, he enjoyed your company and you enjoyed his — only for him to turn around and spew vitriol out of left field.

it was during one of the times he had chased you off that you met könig. on an elevator of all things. the entire mechanical box shuddered with his weight and you were downright shocked as the hulking mass of him ducked to step in.

when you asked what floor, he spoke with a quiet, almost nervous tone to tell you. as you rode the elevator down, you couldn't help but notice how he sort of shrunk in on himself as if he was trying to take up as little space as possible — as if that was even possible. he was massive. he avoided your gaze in a way that was shy instead of suspicious.

it was kind of...cute.

when you both got off the elevator, the lobby, you took a deep breath and stopped him, asking as confidently as you could if you could have his number. his eyes had widened but he surprisingly didn't say no — jackpot!

tho you couldn't see all of his face — the bottom half of it covered by a mask and his large hood concealing his hair, you felt a bit of an attraction to him.

as you walked out, hastily typing his number into your phone as you parted ways, you realized you may have a thing for masked man since this man — könig, he had said with an accent, and the ass that was simon both wore masks.

in between the time of The Simon Cycle, you went on a couple dates with könig. he was charming and sweet, if not a little shy. he was clumsy and almost always bumped his head on doorways before shamefully rubbing the spot he bumped with a look of embarrassment in his eyes.

he was excitable and energetic. he loved animals and always pointed out whatever animals he saw while walking with you — people walking dogs, cats in windows, ducks floating on ponds.

the more time you spent with him, the more you forgot about simon.

until his name popped up on your phone one evening when you were spending an evening in with könig. it was nothing crazy, he wanted to watch his favorite horror movie with you (an ancient black and white).

könig caught sight of your frown as your phone rang, catching sight of the name 'simon' with a blank picture.

"who is this?" he had asked, tho it wasn't out of jealousy, just pure concern and interest.

you let out a sigh, "i dated him....sort of...? not really..." you had responded, earning a confused look from him.

you explained everything to him, from meeting simon all the through his on and off behavior. by the end könig looked upset on your behalf, shaking his head.

"if he cannot decide if he wants you, then he should leave you alone," he said softly, smiling under his mask with a crinkle of his eyes, "that way someone who knows that they want you can move in!"

that was one thing you liked about könig, he was actually open to communicate his thoughts and feelings with you. he told you were pretty, how he liked your laugh, how much he enjoyed your company and was excited to see you again when you both had time.

simon was closed off. he was quiet, mostly listening rather than talking. but he listened well. you remember mentioning that you broke your lamp and had bought a new one but couldn't figure out how to set it up. a week later, after a nice evening spent in bed together, you woke up to find him sitting on your living room floor putting together that lamp for you.

even though könig was...lovely. there was something about simon that was so intoxicating that you couldn't seem to let it go. but also the sex with simon was....spectacular. you never had a man so eager to make you cum until you were incoherent — never had a man who could.

and könig was....traditional. slow. he wanted to date for a long time before jumping into bed. he wanted to properly court you and go through a whole process. which you respected but...you were impatient. greedy.

it wasn't like könig was against you seeing simon. he had told you that you were free to do what you wished, but unless you made it official with the other man he was not going to back down from trying to court you.

so when simon called on you again a couple nights later, you answered.

he was glaring when he opened the door for you, motioning for you to enter before shutting and locking the door.

"why didn't you answer?" he grilled. clearly you ignoring his call when you were with könig annoyed him more than you thought.

you raised an eyebrow before slowly answering, "i was on a date, simon."

that seemed to make him freeze where he stood, eyes narrowing even more into a glare.

"a date?" he spat, "with who? you don't need to go on any dates, you're with me."

that made you roll your eyes so hard it nearly gave you a headache, "a nice guy named könig. simon, i'm not even sure you like me beyond wanting sex. i want a boyfriend." you huffed, "and clearly you don't want that!"

"oh yeah? then why are you here instead of with your boyfriend?" he hissed the last word in disgust.

"we're not official. he hasn't asked but we've been...seeing each other." you decided simply.

at that, simon jerked his mask over his mouth to kiss you in that heated way that made your legs tremble, "does he fuck you as good as i do? hm?"

that got your attention, a sly smile coming to your lips as he worked you out of your clothes.

he was jealous. this revelation was exhilarating to you. simon, the guy who acted like he couldn't care less about you, was actually jealous that you were seeing another guy!

the sex that night was as phenomenal as usual and more. he spent a good half of it with his head between your thighs, pinning you down with strength alone as he ate you to orgasm after orgasm until your cum was a sticky, stringy mess on his lips and chin.

then he worked you to two more orgasms on his cock, the last one he hadn't even needed to touch your clit before you were creaming around him with a sweet little squeal.

simon had a point to prove. you were his and he was not going to lose you to some asshole. deep down, he knew he didn't deserve you and that he should let the better man have you but he just couldn't. he needed you. he wanted you. he was selfish and greedy.

simon disappeared after that. but for once had actually communicated what was going on — deployment, he said. didn't know how long he would be gone. he had actually gave you a goodbye kiss that left you spinning.

the next time you saw simon, you were on a date with könig. it was a quaint little bar that könig said he liked. so there you were, sitting across from him at a booth, nursing a drink and softly talking with one another.

you didn't even know simon was back. he hadn't said anything. when he walked into the bar, his eyes scanned the place like they always did before landing on you.

his gaze lit up as he took a step towards you but quickly halted when he saw you were sitting across from another man. but that didn't stop him for long.

you cursed under your breath, catching könig's attention before simon was right there at the end of the table, glaring at könig.

"can we help you...?" könig asked softly, clearly a little nervous.

"hi...simon..." you sighed softly. könig straightened up in his seat at that.

"official yet?" he asked you, ignoring your greeting.

you gritted your teeth, casting a glance towards könig who looked confused.

"no." you answered simply.

with that simon, yanked a chair from a nearby table and sat right at the end of your table. you concealed a groan of despair.

simons glare fixed upon könig, a challenge clear in his stare alone. he reached forward and grabbed your drink from your hand despite your protest, lifting his mask enough to take a sip, the cocky smirk visible briefly on his lips.

könig quickly understood what was going on and his own eyes narrowed into a glare. you could practically see the sparks going off between them and buried your face in your hands.

it was going to be....a painfully long night, you feared.

#simon ghost riley x reader #könig x reader #konig x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley smut #ghost smut #cod smut #könig smut #konig smut #cod x reader

[bad-and-drawn-that-way]

ooh! what about vox hypnotising the reader to sign a soul contract with him? 👀

love your work :D

This is gonna be angsty, but not in the way you'd normally expect >:3

More Than Anything [Vox x Reader]

"Ẇ̸̛̞̑h̸͈̰͕͊͝y̴̪͍̠̽ won't you let me do this for you?!"

Vox glitched out as you turned away from him. The two of you had been arguing for at least an hour and his nerves had frayed thin a good while ago.

The two of you had only been dating for a couple of months when some sneaky jackass paparazzi demon snagged a picture of you two h*lding hands while on a date. The image had spread like wildfire and everyone was curious to dig up as much information on you as possible. Rumors about the legitimacy of the photo, Valentino and Vox's neverending situationship, arguments about your character, you name it. It was all anyone could talk about.

At first, you both legitimately believed things would smooth over and the public would move on to the next celebrity scandal within a short amount of time. Reality only partially heeded your predictions.

The occasional talk show would hang on to the topic and some people had ship wars about it on sinblr, but for the most part, hell had moved on. Vox's enemies, however, had not.

It was a day just like any other when it happened. You had been on your way back to your apartment after visiting Vox at his office. He'd been having a rough day and you brought him food for an impromptu lunch date to lift his spirits. You had just turned the corner to the street you lived on, the looming tower of the Vee's still watching over you from afar. Hands grabbed you from an alleyway and you didn't even have a chance to gasp, let alone scream as you struggled against the sickly-sweet-smelling cloth pressed against your face.

You kicked and screamed, but felt your body growing heavy fast. You knew how to protect yourself to an extent, but you weren't a powerful sinner, nor trained for something like this. Your vision blurred and the last thing you saw were bright cyan flashes and blood splattered across the brick walls as you slipped into darkness.

When you woke up wearing your favorite oversized hoodie in the large bed of your boyfriend. You were confused as fuck until the memory slammed back into you. You call out for Vox and hear something crash nearby and the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps before he yanks open the doors to his room with a frazzled look.

At first, he'd been all over you. He'd been the one to clean the blood off of your unconscious body after he slaughtered the group of thugs in a white-hot rage. You hadn't known it, but Vox had been secretly watching you on his monitors to make sure you got home safely. He'd started doing it long before the two of you had started dating and the potential of what could have happened if he hadn't been stalking you out of the goodness of his heart chilled him to his core.

"I could've lost you," he grits out as his shaking claws dig into the sheets beneath him. You cupped his face and tried to reassure him, but he only dug his claws in deeper, shredding the fabric with fear and stress. He lets out a shaky sigh before his hand lifts to cup your own. His expression shifts as he looks up at you. "But never again."

"What do you mean?" you ask him softly as you search his eyes for the meaning behind the look he gave you.

He takes both your hands in his own, placing them on your lap. "Make a deal with me. Sign a contract. If I have control over your soul, then I'll always know where you are," he said seriously. "I'll be able to keep you safe."

You shake your head, leaning up to kiss his screen. "No, baby we've talked about this before. I know I'm not the strongest sinner, but I don't want anyone to own my soul but me. I'll get stronger and one day you won't need to worry anymore. Just give me time."

"We don't have time," Vox snapped. The vision of you passed out in the alleyway, covered in the thug's blood was ingrained in the back of his mind. It was at this moment he cursed his active imagination. All he could think of was the horrible scenarios you could be in if he didn't take action.

At first, the two of you were able to talk sweetly enough while you tried to change the other's mind. But as you kept going in circles, you both got more frustrated and it eventually blew up into the fight you were having now.

"Just ļ̷̲͊ę̸̇ț̷̭̅ ̸̖̝̠̔̋͆m̵̧̈́͋é̷̈́͜͠ͅ do this for you!" Vox screamed as he yanked you to turn and face him. His expression was distraught, his face short-circuiting from the anger and fear.

His expression crumbled as he let his head drop. "Please..."

Vox's claws twitch against your shoulders, "I'm sorry..." He mutters softly under his breath.

You look down at him and open your mouth to say something, only to gasp as red and blue fill your vision. Vox shakes as he watches your face relax, your mouth hanging open, and the reflection of his pained expression and black hypnotic spirals in your half-lidded eyes.

"But I can't lose you," he said as he trembled. "You're the only good thing I've had in hell and I can't replace you."

The room sparked with electricity and the entire tower powered down as he made you sign the deal. Your soul for his endless devotion and protection. Even if one day you discovered what he did. Even if you hated him for it. He'd be yours until the end of time.

You blink slowly, shaking your head and feeling a little fuzzy as you look down at Vox. His head was still lowered and you remembered he had just apologized to you and said he'd believe in you to get stronger. You smile softly at him and lift under the edge of his screen to make him look at you.

"Thank you for understanding," you say as you gently kiss him. "I promise, you'll have nothing to worry about. I'll get stronger and we'll be okay."

Vox sighed, looking at you with a tired, loving smile as he kissed you back. "Yeah... Everything will be just fine."

#vox x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #i love him

[mediumgayitalian]

“I had a dream about you last night.”

“Oh, did you.” Will grins at him over his shoulder, up to his elbows in blood and fluids.

Nico kicks him. “Focus, stupid.”

“Yeah,” snarks Chiara, whose blood is currently splattering Will’s shirt. She reaches over and flicks Will on the forehead. “Focus in stitching the gaping gash in my leg, Solace.”

Nico frowns around his juicebox. “Hey. Lascialo stare. Only I call him Solace.”

“‘S my last name, Neeks.”

“Uh-huh. Everyone else can figure out something else to call you.”

“Possessive, are you.”

Nico smiles. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“What’d you dream about, anyway?”

If Nico didn’t know Will so well, he’d take the casual tone for what it was. But he does, in fact, know Will and his horrible poker face, and notices the purse of his lips, the flick of his eyes in Nico’s direction every three seconds.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Everyone would,” huffs Chiara. “I have about forty dollars resting on you, di Angelo, and I will not be losing it.”

Nico sticks his tongue out at her. “Masticare lo zoccolo, zitella.”

“Hey!”

Will’s shoulders shake so hard he has to pause, trembling with the effort to hold back his laughter.

“I am trying to do a medical procedure, you two.”

Nico and Chiara speak at the same time.

“Yeah, in flip-flops.”

“Oh, are you? You’ve been flirting so long my numbing cream has started to wear off.”

That knocks Will back into doctor mode, eyes narrowing in focus. He is especially freckle-y today, not that Nico notices. And the sun is shining out the window at just the right angle to make Will’s curls look luminous. And his tongue sticks out of the corner of his perfect mouth, when he concentrates. And, gods, he’s wearing a shirt but the muscles in his /back/ —

“I can’t work with you oglin’ at me, Ghost King.”

“I’m not ogling at you.” Nico is a beautiful liar. Ignoring Will’s smirk, Chiara’s snickering, and his own flush is easy. “Why would I ever ogle at such an ugly person?”

“Because you’re in love with him, stupido. It’s embarrassing.”

“I think you should check her eyes, too, Solace.”

“How about you check deez fuckin’ nuts —”

“Alright,” Will says exasperatedly, before they can escalate too much and end up knocking a shelf off the wall. Again. “You’re done, Chiara. Take this ambrosia and scram. Don’t do anything strenuous and rip your stitches, ‘cause I’m not doin’ them again.”

She wastes no time bounding out of there. As soon as she’s gone, Will turns to face Nico, grinning.

“So,” he says, stretching out the syllable, grin wide and crooked, “you had a dream about me?”

Nico glances both ways, making sure no one’s watching. Then he darts forward to press a kiss to Will’s lips, relishing in the smell of his herbal shampoo, the chapped skin of his lips. Will grabs the side of his face and holds him longer, far past the quick peck he’d aimed for, kissing him until he smacks his boyfriend’s shoulder and pulls away, laughing. Will grins triumphantly, like he has the upper hand.

And, well.

Nico can’t have that.

“Yeah, lemme tell you about my dream.” He smooths his hands over Will’s shoulders. “This shirt was gone, for starters.”

“Mm. What else?”

“We certainly weren’t in the infirmary.”

“No?”

“No,” Nico breathes, breath hot on Will’s ear. He shivers. Nico smirks. “My cabin, dark, some low music playing…”

Will gasps. “Yeah?”

“…No one to bother us, you looking pretty as a picture on my bed…gagged.”

“Kinky.” Will shudders, hands sliding into Nico’s hair.

“Mhm. My dream come true.”

“That’s your dream?”

“Yes.” Nico pauses. “Dark, comfortable, warm…” He grins, wide and sharklike. “And finally, finally…quiet.”

It takes a second for it to sink in.

“Oh, you jackass!”

Nico cackles, stumbling back at Will’s shove. “Your — your face!”

“You jerk! I despise you!”

“Oh my gods,” he wheezes. He tries to calm himself, but one look at his boyfriend’s bright red cheeks sets him off again. “Oh my gods!”

Will huffs. Despite his embarrassment, he’s visibly struggling to hold on to his scowl, mouth twitching. “I’m breaking up with you. I’m gonna go date someone who appreciates me.”

“Nobody appreciates you more than I do, Sunshine,” Nico says, grinning. He presses a kiss to Will’s glowing cheek. “You’re just so easy to tease.”

Will rolls his eyes. “Whatever. I gotta work. Leave me alone.”

Nico presses another kiss, lingering until he feels him smile. “Okay, okay. I’ll see you at dinner, okay? Te amo.”

“…I love you too. Asshole.”

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Hi I was wondering if you could do more Damon and Stefan Salvatore x teenage sister reader you’re so great at writing and I loved the other one you wrote <3

Meanie

Flufftober, October 21st

Teenage Salvatore sister reader x Stefan Salvatore x Damon Salvatore

Warnings: swearing

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"What are you doing?" Stefan leans against the doorway of the kitchen. You're mixing cookie dough in a bowl, except the dough has some strange lumps in it.

"Baking" You look up at him before frowning at the weird consistency in the bowl. The rest of the countertops are a mess, covered with flour, sugar, and some chocolate chips that haven't made it into your mouth surprisingly.

"Are you sure about that?" Stefan raises an eyebrow. "Shut up" you grumble before pushing the bowl away.

"How about setting a place in rule for y/n to never use the kitchen. Ever" Damon walks into the room.

"Hey!" You exclaim, crossing your arms. "He's not wrong" Stefan winced at your stone cold face. "Fine! Have fun cleaning up" you walk out of the kitchen.

"What if I just grounded her" Damon takes the cloth and begrudgingly starts to wipe the counter. "There's only one thing you haven't considered about that" Stefan throws the contents of the bowl into the trash.

"Oh? And what's that" he raises an eyebrow to his younger brother. "She spends ninety percent of her time in her room" Stefan tells him while putting some ingredients away in the cupboards now.

"Right. She hates being around people. Which makes it the perfect punishment" Damon smirks, a plan clearly starting to take place in his mind.

"She's going to kill you" Stefan yells to him as he walks away.

Damon just shrugs as he makes his way up to your room.

Without knocking he enters your room. You're laying in your bed, one of Stefan's diaries in your hands. "Reading one of our brothers private things I see" Damon sits on the foot of your bed.

"Oh please, like you haven't read them all either" you fix him with the same look and place the diaries to the side. "Fair enough."

"I have a surprise for you. Not the best, but maybe it'll teach you a little lesson. And maybe a bit of people skills" Damon stands and walks closer to you. "What are you ta- hey! Put me down, Jackass" you yell as Damon lifts you up into his arms.

He carries your squirming body all the way downstairs, and makes his way to the front door. "Really, Damon?" Stefan sighs as he walks in to the hallway, not thinking he would actually follow through.

"Yep, brother" Damon smirks, reaching for the doorknob. But before he could, you swung one if your feet and smashed it against his arm, pushing yourself out of his grasp. You quickly then kneed him in the gut and swiftly snapped his neck with your hands.

Stefan slightly smiled, knowing Damon had it coming for him as he walked into the livingroom and sits on one of the couches.

Not long after you join him. You sit beside him and cuddle into your big brother's side. "Damon's mean! He tried to make me go talk to people" you pouted before nuzzling your head into him.

"I know, he's horrible isn't he?" Stefan played along, smile resting on his face. "Mhm" you agreed, pout still playing on your lips.

You stay snuggled up next to your big brother until your other big brother wakes. Then you hild km tighter to Stef and use him as basically a personal shield when the times come.

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→ Based on this request. [WC: 1.1k]

Joel became an expert on many things in this damned life, but running away from something he wants is not one of them. OR; How you're Joel Miller's worst (best) habit .ೃ࿐

Although he'd love to say he "tried his best", Joel's no liar.

He never tried a goddamn thing.

Not even once.

The moment he saw it in you—the glint of something wicked looking for any inch of ground to sink teeth and claws in, the spark of desire meeting him, he was done for. Joel dug his heels and stood his ground despite his instincts, not knowing what would come of this.

"Hey, handsome."

Initially, he thought those to be a joke. Now, Joel knows better. "Thought you wouldn't come," is his answer.

You laugh under your breath, the air turning white in front of you.

Joel watches as you remove your coat, boots, and place all of your items in their proper places. The house Tommy found for him is small just like he wanted and it serves its purpose—Ellie's got a roof over her head, and Joel has pieces of furniture and cracks in the walls he busies himself with. It's more than he could've asked for after years of cleaning sewages or doing god knows who's dirty work.

Your disposition to come over to his place every Friday night and sit with him while everyone else hangs around the town's square for food and drinks never faltered.

Joel serves you the whiskey and sits on his porch chair, knowing you'll follow suit.

During the first visits, Joel's had some of the best conversation of his lifetime.

Even if it felt like this was his third one already—he remembered how good it was to have someone else around who also wanted to just enjoy the peace and quiet. Someone who took pleasure in knowing that this was real luxury. This was luck.

Then, Joel remembered how it felt to learn your visits and company were also the thing he kept denying himself.

Lingering looks. The burning touch of your hand brushing against his at every given opportunity. Sultriness dripped from your voice every now and then when he spoke of things that demanded intimacy. When the topic verged on real things, Joel recalled seeing you lick your dry lips and look him dead in the eye before responding, as if daring him to say you were joking, or even ask if you meant your words.

"I don't come here because I'm lonely, Miller. Is that what you think of yourself? That your company's good as nothing?"

"What?"

"Saying that implies your company offers me nothing when you know that's not true. You see me smilin' at you around town, waving hi, waiting for you to appear in the meetings just so I can have someone else to offer my incredibly witty remarks. You're not the go-to 'cause I'm lonely—which, by the way, I'm not."

"Figured you were. Haven't seen anyone else demand your attention back from me."

"It's 'cause they know it'd be worthless."

"Why'd you come then?"

"'Cause I like talking to you, jackass. Why else?"

"I—I haven't..."

"Haven't what? Interacted properly with another adult person in a while? That's okay, we'll take baby steps."

"Don't laugh at me, that ain't nice, sweetheart."

"I thought I was laughing with you..."

"All of this is weird."

"Which part? Having a life again? ... Yeah, it's weird."

Joel hated it when you were at a loss for words now.

It was more than just a habit after all these times—seeking the heat of your skin as you leaned against the wooden porch. His hand moved under your jumper and shirt, opening wide on the lower part of your back. He caressed the skin slowly and watched you from the side as you looked forward.

It was stupid to ask if something was wrong when everything around everyone sort of crumbled to pieces daily, so instead, Joel made a grunting sound to get your attention back on him.

When you looked up, something shone. The redness of your bitten lips made him want to soothe away your pain. Maybe kiss them until they are numb. Sometimes, Joel pretended he could lick you clean from any harm or any sin.

It's a whisper when your voice cuts through the howling wind of the night. "D'you think we'll ever be more than... this?"

It hits like a rock to his stomach.

This—late nights stolen like the first kisses were. Hidden messages, looks, touches, all hidden underneath some shame. All the taking and giving and taking again, both so lost in the pleasure and the touch that neither are capable of looking away when the other pins one with their eyes.

This—crying, and begging, and moaning, all muttered and exhaled because they were pulled, earned, and nothing could stop the pleasure from drooling from the lips.

This—a secret. A habit. A battle cry.

"I don't know." Joel wants to, though. His hand on your back squeezes harder, and he molds the front of his body to fit the back of yours. "I'm..." a lot. Too much. Never bold enough to think about these things. "A lot different than I was when I first got here."

There's a short laugh. "I know. I remember." Your hands smooth the way from his hands to his forearm, and you make yourself more compact to fit in his hold. "I just... I lied to my sister to come here tonight, and..."

It all added up. "Right." Did you have to? "Why did you?"

He regrets asking the second the words are out because the memory floods back with you quoting his words to him. "This is the last time we're doing this." He said that, back when he was still in denial you wanted him too. "I'm not sure if—"

Joel spins you so abruptly that it shuts you up. "I meant that back then, but it's not true," he shakes his head. "I was saying that more to cover my own ass than anything."

"Cover from what?"

"From how stupid I'd feel once you noticed I'm not what you want."

The silence that follows makes his nape itch. Joel's mind learned to listen for all the threats in the woods and the quiet of the houses surrounding them, but his eyes were glued to you.

You tilt your head at him, analyzing him so thoroughly that Joel does fidget.

"Is that what you thought?"

"It was." He can hear the exasperation in your tone as much as he can hear the surrender in his. "I don't mind if you tell people where you're going—honestly." Joel chuckles. "If I'm lucky enough you want to come back..."

Your arms came up higher and hugged around his shoulders. "This is not where I hoped this conversation would go," your pleased smile only makes his inside feel like they're growing too. "You be careful what you say, Miller."

"I ain't scared." His words already got him feeling like an outsider or perhaps an outlaw, so fuck him—he'd use them to keep you looking at him like this for a change. "I mean it." He could get addicted to this.

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[thewritingofamadwoman]

Should I Stay, or Should I Go?

Happy Monday! I hope I did this request justice, tried to keep it light with a bit of angst. Not sure where I want these two to end up but let me know what you think!

Requested by the lovely @caseyandsloan

Pairing: Mark Sloan x Fem!Reader (gave her a name but no descriptions used)

Warnings: A bit of Angst, Mark being Mark.

“Annalise, wait-“

I rolled my eyes at the sound of the familiar voice trailing behind me.

“Don’t you dare ‘Annalise’ me. It’s DOCTOR Grey to you, Doctor Sloan. I have no interest in speaking to you so please go whore yourself to any other attending,”

I continue walking until I reach the nursing bay, pulling out one of my patient’s charts and looking into their case. Mark stood in front of me, and gave me an apologetic smile.

“Fine, “Doctor” Grey, can you please just hear me out. I came to Seattle to find you, to apologize. I want to be part of your life again. What I did was a mistake, but you have to know that I never stopped loving you,” he pleaded, his eyes begging me to believe him.

My heart wavered, feeling a million and one emotions in a span of a few seconds. Our life together flashed before my eyes; our first date, our time during medical school together with our friends, being best man and maid of honor at Derek and Addison’s wedding, finding out we were pregnant. The last memory to cross my mind however, was the scene I walked into back in New York. The way he and my ex-best friend Addison Montgomery, were in bed together. My gaze immediately hardened once more.

“Here’s what you’re NOT going to do, Mark. You’re not going to show up to my place of work and bat your baby blue eyes at me in hopes of me taking you back. You ripped my heart into *shreads* Mark. I loved you. Part of me still does. But you don’t get to prey on that minuscule part of me. Not anymore. Now get the hell out of my sight before I call security,” I could feel my eyes water as I glared at him, the hurt fueling my heart.

Before Mark could say anything else, I heard a voice I’d never been more thankful speaking up from behind me.

“Is everything alright, Annalise?” I turned to find Miranda Bailey staring at me with her arms crossed, turning her head to shoot daggers at Mark. My sister, Meredith, was standing beside her along with the rest of the interns, looking on.

“Everything’s fine Miranda, thank you. Come on Meredith, I think you and Yang on my service today,” I walked forward, hearing my sister’s sneakers trail behind me. Rounding the corner I paused against the nearest wall and let out a deep breath. Meredith came to a short stop behind me.

“So…who was that?”

I scoffed humorlessly. “That, Mer, was Mark Sloan,”

“Wait. THE Mark Sloan? The guy who slept with your best friend? Derek’s best friend?Jolie’s father? THAT Mark Sloan?” Meredith’s eyes widened comically and both she and Christina looked back down the hall, as if trying to catch a glimpse of the man in question.

“Yup. The one and only jackass,” I huffed. I took a deep breath, put on my game face, and pushed off the wall. Mark Sloan had taken so much from me, and I wasn’t going to let him piss me off at my place of work anymore.

“Wait, wait. Derek’s best friend, who slept with Derek’s WIFE was married to you, Derek’s other best friend? What, was this some sort of doctor orgy?” Christina said as we made our way to our first patient.

“First off, we were never married. We were together for six years. But welcome to the Grey-Sloan-Shepherd family dynamic, Yang. Stick around, there’s so much more to come,” I rolled my eyes as we reached the patient’s room. The day continued and I managed to forget about Mark. That is, until I saw Derek punch him in the middle of the nursing bay. I gasped, along with the rest of the on-lookers before following Derek with my eyes as he walked away.

“That was one hell of a punch, Shepherd’s a badass!” I turned to see Alex Karev smirking to George O’Malley who looked like a fish out of water as his eyes trailed between Derek, Mark, Meredith, and finally to me. I raised an eyebrow at him, and he immediately looked away, a deep blush spreading along his cheeks.

I sighed. Fuck, this was going to be one hell of a fucking day.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

The sound of a lunch tray slamming down onto the table tartled me from my deep thoughts. I looked up to see Callie Torres and Miranda Bailey looking at me sheepishly. I nodded and both women sat down, waiting for me to speak first. I rolled my eyes playfully, taking a bite of my carrot.

“Go on, I know you want to ask..”

“Holy SHIT, Anna. THAT’s Mark? He’s fucking hot!” Callie gushed, looking around to make sure the man in question wasn’t around. Bailey scoffed and nudged Callie.

“Torres!”

I laughed at Bailey’s exclamation.

“No, she’s right Miranda. He’s ridiculously hot. But he’s also the biggest asshole on the planet,” I shrugged, taking a sip of my coke.

“Mind if we ask what happened? All we know is that you came to Seattle after breaking up with your ex. There’s definitely more to that if he’s back here begging for you to take him back.” Callie said, smiling sympathetically. I let out a deep breath and allowed myself to think back to the good old days.

“What’s there to tell? He was the love of my life and we were happy. And then he decided to fuck my best friend, in turn hurting both me and HIS own best friend.”

Both women stayed silent, knowing that there was more to come.

“Two years ago Mark and I were the couple that everyone was jealous of. The country’s most well renowned plastic surgeon and cardio thoracic surgeon, tackling New York together. Mark, Derek, Addison and I were truly the best of friends. Addy and I grew up together and when we met Mark and Derek in college the four of us were inseparable. Derek and Addison got married after we all got our PhD’s and Mark and I were over the moon for them.

“A few months after the wedding, I found out I was pregnant. And after seeing how happy Mark was at Derek’s wedding I assumed he’d be just as happy about the baby. I mean, we spoke about our future all the time but I guess it was just all talk to Mark. The second I mentioned I was pregnant, he changed. He started staying late at Cornell, taking on case after case. It was like he was never home. And I didn’t question it, I just assumed he was busy, maybe even working hard to save up for the baby. But one rainy night, Derek and I worked a late together and he offered to drive me back home when we finished up. Since’s Derek and Addison’s place was close by, we walked there so Derek could grab his car from the garage. The second we walked in to the house, we both knew something was up. The sight of a familiar leather jacket on the ground next to a pair of haphazardly tossed heels made my stomach drop. Derek and I shared a glance, both of our hearts breaking simultaneously.

“Derek walked up the steps to his bedroom while I did my best to keep myself from hyperventilating. The second I heard Addison’s gasp and Mark’s voice calling out for Derek, my heart shattered into a million pieces. Derek flew back down the stairs, eyes watery. Our gaze locked and he grabbed his keys and raincoat, pulling me by my hand, doing his best to drag me out of the house but not before a familiar silloutte stood at the top of the stairs.

“Annalise…”

Mark’s voice cracked with shame and my tears finally spilled over. That was the last time Mark and I saw each other. Derek and I immediately went back to the hospital where we spent the night consoling each other in silence. We were shocked. Sick to our stomaches. Devastated. Jolie was born 7 months after that and it’s just been the three of us ever since. I officially made Derek Jolie’s God-Father and we’ve been happy. Mark tried to reach out multiple times but I packed up and left Seattle shortly there after. Changed my number and just lived my life for my little girl.

So watching Derek sucker punch Mark truly made my day. I even got myself a cookie to celebrate,” I took a bite of the cookie in hand and smiled at the women infront of me.

They both looked disheartened and yet happy to have gotten the full story.

“Thank you for telling us Anna. If you need anything at all, we’ve got your back,” Callie said, smiling and placing a hand over mine. Miranda nodded.

“Absolutely. I’ll kick that little shit in the balls if he ever attempts to come near you if I have to,” I laughed and smiled back at them, happy to have friends like them.

Hours passed and I was staring at the OR grease-board while chewing on a twizzler before hearing two familiar voices off to my left.

“Welcome aboard Doctor Sloan, Seattle Grace is proud to have you,”

I turned to see Chief Webber shaking hands with Mark. My mouth dropped open, Derek standing a few feet behind me with the same look on his face. I felt like a fish out of water, my heart racing. Suprise, sadness, fear and rage bubbled inside me and before I knew it, I felt myself explode.

“What the fuck Chief!”

Please let me know if you’re interested in a part two. Do you think Annalise should forgive Mark down the line, or should a new love interest join in on all the fun?

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[sweetsweetjellybean]

20. Okay so this is totally for myself. But I’ve found out that it is so so so hard for me to cum from guys like I’ve never cum with guys. Anyways because of this reader doesn’t want to have sex with Steve because we all know he has experience and she feels embarrassed. So each time it gets close she just jumps away and makes a random excuse. One day he sits her down to talk about and she’s like well it just takes me a lot to cum and I don’t mind helping you but I prob won’t get off and didn’t want to disappoint you and our Stevie boi is like fuck yeah challenge accepted. And idk what to do from there because this is my situation and I just need a Stevie to have patience with me and help me 🥺

I love you so much

Alright, kitten. I changed around a few things but I hope you like it.

Come Together | Steve Harrington

TW: Fem Reader, Soft boyfriend Steve, Smut, creampie

"Tell me, sweetheart. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Whatever it is, we can figure it out," Steve says, lightly brushing his fingers along your heated cheek.

Tightening your arms around your knees, you rub your feet nervously over the quilted bedspread that covers your bed. Steve asked you out a month ago, and you've been seeing each other ever since. And God, you really liked him. Ever the gentleman, he hasn't tried to pressure you into anything physical. Everything that has happened between you has been something you wanted. 

The problem is you. You can't cum, not by your hand and certainly not by anyone else's. The only time you've ever had an orgasm is with your vibrator, which is hidden in a little bag in your nightstand drawer. Friends have told you it's not a big deal, lots of women need a little extra stimulation to finish, but for you, it was the kiss of death in your previous relationships. Guys took it like some kind of challenge, and things between you fizzle out when it doesn't happen. So whenever things turn hot and heavy with Steve, you distract him with a blowjob and end the night. 

But that doesn't seem to be cutting it anymore. He wants to touch you, to fuck you, and you know if you let him, it will be the beginning of the end. He's felt how you tense up when his fingers trace over your panties. He's also felt the wetness. He knows you want him, and he doesn't understand. If you don't come clean, you might lose him anyway.

He's leaning on his elbow stretched out across your bed, shirtless, the button of jeans already opened, a lock of hair falling over his forehead, and his hazel eyes studying your face. Grabbing one of your pillows, you hold it against your face as you admit your problem.

"I can't hear you with a pillow over your face," he chuckles, pulling it out of your hands.

"I don't have orgasms," you end up almost shouting, and you can feel the blood rushing to your face. His eyes widen, but he lets you tell him the entire sordid tale without interrupting.

"So, I can go down on you or whatever you'd like, but you don't have to try to...reciprocate," you finish. In your experience, this is where he takes the blowjob and doesn't call. There's an ache in your chest at the thought of losing Steve. It hasn't been that long, but there is something between you, like a flower that hasn't yet bloomed, delicate, and growing towards the sun. 

He blows out a breath and rubs his hand through his hair, "I really like you," he says, taking your hand, "Like really like you, but I don't want to just get off and leave. I want whatever we do to be something we can share together. I'm not gonna be some kind of jackass and act like I know your body better than you do. But maybe there is another way to approach this? Is this something we can talk about?"

"Yeah, okay," your voice comes out small and shaky. 

He presses a kiss to your knuckles before he continues, "Does it feel good when I touch you?"

Letting out a breath you didn't know you had been holding, you nod your head and lick your lips, "It feels really good."

One side of his mouth raises in a soft smile, "You make me feel good too," he leans forward, brushing his lips softly over yours, "I might not be able to make you cum, but I want to touch you and make you feel good, will you let me?" His smoldering eyes hold yours with such intensity you can't imagine ever denying him. 

"Please," you sigh, your mouth already drifting towards him. 

He closes the gap between you, his plush lips covering yours in absolutely no rush, tasting you, letting his tongue tangle with yours, stealing your breath and filling you up with his. He kisses you until your sighs have turned to moans, and your hands wander up and down his chest. 

"You are so beautiful," he tells you, with a dreamy look on his face as he brushes your mouth with his thumb, "Can I see more of you?" his hand moves to the hem of your shirt, fingers dipping underneath rubbing the soft skin of your stomach.

"Yes," a warmth floods your core, "Can…can I see you too?"

He nods, returning his mouth to yours. Clothes come off between kisses, scattered and forgotten on the floor. His hands glide over your skin, leaving tingling trails behind while his warm chest presses you into the mattress, the bristly hair rubbing against your hard nipples. 

"Tell me what feels good, okay? I want to hear it," he says, kissing his way down the column of your neck, pausing every so often to suck and lick the sensitive skin. 

"That feels good," you moan and feel his cock jump against your thigh. He's enjoying you without expectations, and knowing that adds a layer of trust you hadn't felt before. 

When he cups your breast, and his mouth closes over your nipple, you pant and arch into him. Little electric jolts under your skin send shivers through your body as he sucks your nipple into a hard peak. "Steve…" you gasp, unable to finish your sentence.

"Does my girl like having her tits sucked?" he asks while his hands knead your breasts. 

"Yes," your hands run through his hair, holding him to you as his lips work your other breast. The things he's saying and the soft groans at your responses are turning you on just as much as the attention he's giving your body. Wetness coats your thighs as you rub them together, trying to find some relief for your aching core.

"Where else do you want my mouth?" He works his way down your chest and kisses the ridge of your hip, "tell me, sweetheart," he slides his hand up and down your thigh moving closer to your center with each pass. 

"My pussy…I want your mouth on my pussy," you move up to your elbows, the look on his face, his blown-out eyes, has you throbbing. Your words are getting bolder, and your confidence grows as you watch him grinding his hips into the mattress. 

His hands move to the inside of your thighs, spreading you open, "You're so wet. Is this for me?" he asks, kissing your puffy folds before his tongue darts out to kitten-lick your clit. 

"It's for you, Steve. It feels so good," the wanton noises you make spur him on. He adds more pressure and takes longer licks teasing your pulsing entrance before reaching your swollen bundle of nerves, your hips shoot off the bed when his lips suction around it. He holds you in place as he relentlessly sucks your clit, something you can't remember anyone doing in the past. Your head is dizzy and fogged with pleasure when he releases you and moves back up your body. 

"I want you to show me," he slides his tongue into your mouth, and you taste yourself on his lips. "Show me what you do when you're alone. Where's your vibrator?" he asks before going back to kissing you.

His request has you tensing up, but he kisses you through it, running his hands softly over your pussy and up your stomach to your breasts. He asks you again once you've relaxed, and you direct him to your nightstand.

"I want to make you feel good now," you protest slightly as your small bullet slips out of the bag into the palm of his big hand.

"Trust me," he says, passing you the toy, "seeing you like this is making me feel good. I want to watch you, baby," he leans on his side and spits in his hand before stroking himself. His saliva mixes with the cum leaking from the red tip of his cock, making his slow motions smooth as he waits for you to join him.

More slick drips from your entrance, and pleasure spreads throughout your body when you press the vibrating toy to your clit.

"This feels so good," he says, dipping his head to kiss you, his movements speeding up, "You've got me so hard and needy for you," he groans when you start rocking your hips, "Tell me how it feels."

"So good," you mewl, sloppily returning his kiss. 

"Can I finger you?" his hand moves from his cock to your thigh. 

"Mmmm, yeah," you sigh, pressing the toy down harder. 

His finger swirls around your entrance, coating him in slick before he slowly pushes into you, "You're so tight," a pleased hum follows his words as he moves in and out of you.

The slight stretch, the added sensation, has you aching, you want more from him, you want him to fill you, "Steve, I want you inside me."

His motions falter, but he quickly recovers, "I am inside you," he knows what you want, but he wants to hear you say it.

"Please. Will you fuck me?" you desperately plead. 

"Goddamm," he groans, kissing you frantically, "I want to so much. Are you sure?"

"Yes. I need you," you confess. 

He's up in a flash, wrapping his arms around your thighs to pull you to the edge of the bed. His eagerness makes you smile, but the want in his eyes quickly increases your need for him. 

He glides himself through your folds, gathering your wetness, "I want you to keep touching yourself. I'm going to go nice and slow. Let me know what you need. Even if you want me to stop, okay?"

"Okay," you nod, his tenderness adding an ache to your heart that matches the one in your core. 

He hisses as he pushes inside you. The intense stretch has you throwing your head back, a slight sting mixing with your pleasure. He's bigger than anyone you've been with, and he makes room inside you that hadn't existed before. A cry leaves your lips when he hits a spot you didn't know was there. 

"Did that hurt? Are you okay?" his voice is full of concern as he rubs the outside of your thigh.

"No. It felt good. Really good. I didn't…no one has ever..," you trail off and grip his wrist with your free hand, hoping he understands.

"You feel so good. You're so tight wrapped around me, and that buzz feels good, too," he keeps still inside you, giving you time to adjust. 

"You like it? You're not just doing it for me?" the question has been on your mind since you started. A slight pang of guilt has been echoing through your thoughts.

"Are you kidding? It feels really good. This is so hot. It's for both of us," he begins to gently stroke into you,"  You're so sexy right now. I'm thinking about basketball, so I don't cum."

His admission pushes away any last doubts, you turn up the speed on the vibrator and start rolling your hips to meet his thrusts. 

"That's it, baby. Take what you want," he's watching himself disappear inside you, breathing raggedly, muscles straining with the effort to keep a gentle, steady pace. His cock slowly drags back and forth against your walls, hitting that spot every time, but it's not enough-you want more. 

"Harder. Don't hold back. I want all of you," you pant, reaching for him. He leans forward, capturing your mouth as he drives his hips into you. Passionate noises fill the room as you get lost in the pleasure you share. 

"Is this okay? It's not too much?" he asks softly in your ear. 

"It's more than okay. Nothing has ever felt this good," you whisper back, kissing along his temple.

"Fuck, you don't know what you're doing to me. I'm not going to last much longer. Can I cum inside you?" his hips piston, rubbing that place inside you faster, harder. He wants to fill you, claim you. 

An exquisite feeling builds in your tummy, and you feel yourself tightening around him," Steve," you moan, bucking your hips erratically, "cum inside me. Oh, fuck," the curse flies past your lips as you realize you're hurtling towards climax. 

"Yeah, baby, I'm gonna..holy shit, you're getting so tight. You're squeezing me…are you gonna cum?" his strokes are getting sloppily. He's staying inside you longer between thrusts, driving in deeper.

"Don't stop," is all you manage to say. It's all you're able to think as you climb higher.

"Let go. I won't stop. We're going to cum together," his gentle words push you over the edge. Ecstasy washes over you as you cum harder than you ever have alone. He groans loudly as your inner muscles milk him, triggering his release. He fills you up with his warmth as your body trembles uncontrollably around him. His movements slow, but he doesn't stop thrusting until he softens inside you, coaxing out every last wave of your orgasm. 

"You're incredible," he pants, resting his forehead against yours, reveling in his bliss.

With closed eyes, you press kisses to any bit of skin you can reach as you float down, enjoying the little shocks still going off inside.

"Are you still with me?" he asks, brushing the damp hair back from your face. His expression is full of adoration as you open your eyes and smile at him. 

"When can we do that again?"

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[specialagentlokitty]

Derek Hale x reader - won’t scare me

Could you please do ““Show me.” “Show you what?” “The real you.”” With Derek Hale🥺 - Anon 💜

You missed Derek, you hadn’t seen him for a while and with all the weird things happening around the town you were getting worried about him.

You tried calling a few times but he wouldn’t pick up, and you did try texting him but he left you on read, it was the only thing you had to let you know that he was okay.

Sitting on your sofa, you said as you rested your head on Peters lap, looking up at him as he placed his hand on your forehead.

“Does he want to break up…?” You asked softly.

“Absolutely not, that’s the last thing he wants. He’s just got a lot going on right now.” Peter said.

He didn’t look away from the TV and you frowned a little, turning your head to watch it as well.

You sighed, picking your phone up from the floor as you checked it before letting it fall back to the floor again.

“Is he seeing someone else?” You asked.

“Far from it.”

You thought for a moment, he was definitely hiding something from you, you knew that.

Peter flicked his eyes to you, sighing a little.

“There’s more to Derek than you think (Y/N), that’s all I’m saying.”

You nodded your head.

Maybe that was true, but how could you find out when he wasn’t talking to you?

You spent the rest of the day thinking about it, and finally you figured out what you had to do.

You couldn’t get Derek to talk to you or meet up so you decided to go to the loft, you had waited long enough and you didn’t want to wait any longer.

You made your way to the loft and saw that the door was already open, and you were cautious as you approached it and stood in the doorway.

You looked around before slowly taking a step in, followed by another one until you were stood in the middle of the loft looking around.

“Derek…?” You called softly.

You heard a mumbled, and someone shuffled from around a corner, and Derek came stumbling out, covered in blood and cuts.

“Derek!”

You rushed over to him and caught him just before he fell to the ground.

With his weight, you dropped with him, falling to your knees as you moved him so he was on his back, head resting on your legs as you looked at all his injuries.

“It’s okay I.. I’m going to call an ambulance..”

You tried to find your phone but you couldn’t, and you realised your left it in your car around the corner and cursed yourself.

You looked at Derek frantically and he looked up at you, raising a hand, he brushed it against the skin of your cheek.

“You shouldn’t be here…” he whispered.

“I wanted to talk…”

He smiled a little and sat up with a pained groan, despite your telling him to lay back down or asking where his phone was so you could call for help.

He sat on the couch and took his shirt off, using it to wipe some of the blood away from the slowly healing wounds and you walked over.

“They.. they’re not bleeding?”

“I know, it’s going to be fine but you should go.” He sighed.

You shook your head, and walked over, but Derek quickly stood up pointing to the door.

“Get out!” He yelled.

His voice shook the building and you stumbled back a little in pure shock.

“Derek I…”

You looked away and nodded your head slowly, backing away towards the entrance to the loft without looking at him and you turned around to leave.

You hesitated at the doorway.

“I hope you’ll be okay…”

With that, you left and you didn’t text him or call him after that.

Derek felt bad and for days it was eating away at him, but he had to keep you safe, and right now you being safe was staying away from him while his uncle watched over you.

He knew Peter was with you everyday.

You were sitting in your kitchen, eating some ice cream while Peter waved a spoon about the air.

“Honestly just go speak to him, stop stuffing your face with ice cream.”

Taking another spoonful, you pointed your spoon at him.

“You’re eating it too jackass.”

Peter grinned innocently and took a spoonful before shrugging and eating it.

“I just like eating your food, saves me money on getting any.”

“I’ll start charging you.”

“You wouldn’t.” He countered.

You smiled a little before going back to eating the ice cream.

Peter watched you for a moment before he carried on as well, only to stop when he heard someone approaching your door.

He waited for the knock before getting up.

“Ask to see the real him.” Was all he said before leaving.

You frowned a little and looked in the doorway to the kitchen confused.

You were expecting to see Peter coming back, but instead you found his nephew standing in your door ward instead, looking anywhere but you.

Scowling, you turned back to your tub of ice cream and angrily took another mouthful.

“Can we talk?” Derek asked quietly.

You shrugged and he walked over, sitting in front of you.

You glanced at him quickly before you turned away.

“You seem to be doing well…” you mumbled out.

“Still achy, but I had to talk to you. (Y/N) I’m so sorry for shouting at you, for telling you to get out.”

You didn’t say anything and he sighed softly, pulling the ice cream away from you making you frown even more as you looked up at you.

Setting the spoon down on the table, you kept in mind what Peter had told you.

“I just… I thought I was protecting you. But I realise in trying to protect you I hurt you, and that is the last thing I ever wanted to do. I never want to hurt you (Y/N).”

You nodded your head and he held out his hand.

You couldn’t help it, you reached out and placed your hand in his, letting him cover it with his other hand and stand up, walking over he held your hand against his chest.

“You mean so much to me, and I don’t want to loose you okay? I can’t loose you.”

“Then why have you been avoiding me? What’s going on Derek?”

He shook his head.

“I can’t tell you, I’m sorry.”

Standing up, you stood just inches away from him.

“I want you to do something for me.” You spoke quietly.

Derek nodded his head and you took a deep breath. You had no clue what Peter meant by this, but you were hoping it would give you some answers.

“Show me.”

Derek frowned a little as he looked at you confused.

“Show you what?” He asked.

You smiled a little.

“The real you.”

Derek instantly cursed Peter in his head and swore he was going to get back at his uncle.

He looked at you, and as he gazed into your eyes he realised he had no choice. He couldn’t keep putting this off any longer.

He let you go and took a step away, turning his back to you.

Derek stood like that for a minute before he turned around, showing you his face.

Sharp teeth, crinkled forehead, eyes as blue as the sky shining brightly.

You looked at him up and down, picking up on a few more things. Pointed ears, sharp claws.

Derek away from you, and you took a few steps closer making him snap his eyes back to you.

Once you were in front of him, you raised your hands and gently touched his face, running the tips of your fingers over his skin.

He leant into your touch, closing his eyes.

“This is what you’ve been hiding?” You asked softly.

He nodded.

“Why…?”

“Because I didn’t want to scare you away…”

You laughed a little.

“Derek I’ve loved you since we were kids. I always have. Nothing could scare me away, especially if your uncle can’t.”

Derek chuckled a little and you watched as everything about him returned to normal, and he pulled you in for a hug holding you tightly.

He wasn’t ever going to let you go, and he was never going to let anyone come anywhere near you

#teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf x you #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf x y/n #derek hale #derek hale x you #derek hale x reader #derek hale x y/n #derek hale imagine

[cienfleurx]

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄. ⁰⁰¹

✑ GENRE: slowburn. angst. nsfw 18+.

✑ WARNING: explicit language. mature themes. topics of violence and murder. stockholm syndrome (not the reader). sexual tension if you squint. reader is an executive. other bonten stuff. strictly mdni.

✑ SYNOPSIS: platonic love is a type of love that is neither sexual nor romantic; something that the executives have been feeling towards you for the past few years - or so they would like to believe.

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CHAPTER ONE | PLATONIC LOVE.

“No, because I’m gonna kill your fucking whore if you don’t give him to me!”

First thing in the morning and it was already a mess.

“Let’s just hope Boss gets here early.” one of the them muttered, as they heard another gunshot followed by the sound of what was most likely an ancient vase shattering. Poor Takeomi, he'll be furious to see his million-dollar vase broken into pieces by the four executives wreaking havoc on the first-floor corridors.

The majority of the personnel in the lobby couldn't help but sigh as they witnessed the present predicament occurring at the headquarters. It was just another day, another round of chaos from the foolish executives who had been attempting to murder each other for the nth time in the preceding years. Supposedly, these individuals were the said top dogs of the syndicate, but seeing all of this happen before their very own eyes had them doubting at the back of their mind, but not to the point of questioning their position as higher-ups.

The reason? Peluda, your Foldie Cat, had been kidnapped by the Bonten Trio yet again, as you chased their tails with a loaded Glock; a sight that did not even surprise them anymore.

“You.” the receptionist flinched when all of a sudden, you called for his attention, his Adams apple bobbing from your nerve-wrecking presence. You darted a glare at him as you motioned your head. “Get that fucking woman here. I’ll sample that son of a bitch why he should never mess with me.”

Sanzu came to a halt as he heard the command. Ran and Rindou, who had been tossing the Foldie Cat back and forth, are in the same boat. His emerald eyes fixated at the receptionist, glowering at his trembling frame when he caught sight of his movement ready to leave as if he was about to heed the woman's order.

“Don’t you dare.”

“You heard me.” you taunted the man, heading towards him with the cold metallic weapon in your grip. “I’ll bury a bullet on your head if you hesitate once more.”

“Goddamn chill, woman. Mikey will be furious if you touch Himari.” Ran tried to alleviate the tension, but you only shot him a look, positioning the pistol towards his direction. 

“Shit wouldn’t happen if you just give him back to me.” you spat.

Rindou rolled his eyes, plopping down the fluffy cat on the floor as its furry self rushed towards you, its paws trotting fast away from the devils that made him undergone the worst traumatic experience so far in order to rest in your arms, its quivering figure calming down a little when you stroke the base of its ears. “Okay, fine. Geez, can't even take a joke.”

You snarled at him, firing a bullet close enough to graze his cheek.

“Fuck!”

“Your dick is coming next if you fuck with me again.”

“No shit sherlock. This is why cats are the only bitches you have.” Rindou retorted, causing Sanzu and Ran to laugh like maniacs when your face contorted into some sort of displeasure before retreating into the endless corridors.

Truly, the executives couldn't go a day without feeling the satisfaction of holding your suffering in their hands.

Shit has been too hard ever since you became one of the notorious executives in Bonten; it didn't help that these jackasses were always picking on you, making you almost regret taking the title that Sano Manjiro had bestowed on you. They made it a thing to annoy you on a daily basis. Either with the ultimate love of your life being thrown in the air; the ball of sunshine disguised as cats, or with the set of difficult tasks they assigned to you, which almost led to a meeting with the grim reaper if it weren’t for luck backing you up.

Not once did they leave your presence alone; always treating you as if you were a toy who amused them each time you retaliated with your renowned Glock 19 in the clutch, and bothering you every day until all you see is red, firing bullets in the corridor until Takeomi scolds you for damaging his invaluable porcelains. 

However, despite the escapades and monkey tricks that they been pulling so far, best believe that there was not an actual bad blood happening between the both of you. This is just a daily occurrence of how the executives showed their love on one another. You, pointing their gun to them, while they made a run for it. You, threatening their lives, while they indulge in the satisfaction at the sound of your furious clicking heels stomping hard against the glistening marbles.

Surely, things would have been easy if only there were a bunch of Kakucho roaming around the organization, or if the other executives shared the same build as him — respectful, well-mannered, and real mature. He was one of the few gentleman who is courteous to women like you despite being a notorious criminal, and he earned your respect for that.

Just like right now, Kakucho Hitto was being a huge help and you couldn’t be anymore thankful to him for existing in this embodiment pit of hell.

“God. That’s the spot, Kaku. Push it more right there.” you groaned at the feeling of his thumb pressed against your shoulder blades, giving your tense muscle a light squeeze now and then as you relished under his massage. Today was one of those days when you and the navy-haired shared paperwork in his office, and as usual, Kakucho would lend a helping hand by massaging your stressed shoulder after too much documentation processing. Didn’t even help the fact when he found you worn-out in his doorstep, knowing the mess that you had probably just encountered with the Bonten Trio, Kakucho knew that you badly needed some relief over your exhaustion.

“Did I do it right?”

“Yeah. Just squeeze it like that.”

Kakucho did what you told, and you couldn’t help but hum.

“What the actual fuck.” Kokonoi exclaimed under his breath, eyes judgy at the scene playing in front of him. “For a second, I thought you guys are doing the thing.”

Kakucho blushed, because he too, agreed that when you moan like that, it sound like he was pleasuring you.

“Shut the fuck up, Hajime.”

“Can’t blame me. You just fucking moan, alright. Moan.”

“Moans doesn’t always need to be sexual.” you grumbled. 

“Whatever. Kakucho,” Kokonoi called out the navy-haired who seemed to be in a trance until the following words of the silver-haired reached his ears. “Himari’s in Sanzu’s office. You joining?”

You inaudibly sighed at what Kokonoi meant.

So, they were at it again.

Himari Ukishima; the poor woman you had threatened to take life earlier was out there, in Sanzu’s office yet again to pleasure all these executives’ dick.

The woman wasn’t even a whore to begin with. Mikey just found her enticing enough when he passed by a university, and decided to let the Bonten Trio kidnapped her and took her into the headquarters, and she’s been here for what? Almost a year now? Fucking and taking care of their cocks like the good girl she was.

She was basically a girl what the executives wanted; someone they wanted to corrupt and strip off their innocence, and they were no doubt successful from it. It’s Bonten — the worst criminal organization in Japan, what can you say? They fucked her dumb enough for her to develop Stockhold Syndrome. Crazy, you must say. She was one of those victims of their sensual gratification who had fallen deep into the lion’s den to bother escape or even ask for you help, which didn’t surprise you anymore as you think she’s also enjoying the feeling of five cocks in her body whenever you heard her pleas and whines.

“Quiet down, or I won’t hold back putting a bullet through her brain this time.”

You threatened, yet Kokonoi merely let out a smug grin, crossing his arms. The type of woman you are; all bark and no bite. He knew you would never do that. Himari Ukishima is Mikey's most-prized possession. Killing her means defying him, and you weren't one to disobey his orders.

Despite portraying the cold demeanor, Kokonoi knows how much of an obedient woman you are to Mikey.

He was your King; much like to how Sanzu worships him.

“Jealous cause you got no bitches?”

You scowled, growing tired of their old joke of teasing how you got no men to pleasure you. “What’s with you and the others flocking over my bitches?”

Sure, there were some of them, particularly from the clubs you own, though they weren’t like like Himari who had remained the longest period with them. Your sex drive was crazy; no man was able to withstand it and had always been the first one to pass out of consciousness before you could. Therefore, as naturally as you would, you had them dispose and let it be a memory of a one-night stand instead of keeping them by your side. 

However, Bonten would like to think you were just bore in bed that’s why you have no whores in your side. Little did they know, though.

“Well, maybe if you find a man who can last with you then we can stop. Though, I doubt you can find anyone as good as us.”

You raised a brow, intrigued.

"You implyin' something, Hajime?"

He hummed, something within his eyes flashing an emotion you couldn’t quite recognize in your years of being so-called friends.

Instead of responding, Kokonoi only brushed off the question with his right hand, leaving you on Kakucho's office to think if he actually meant something behind his words or he was just messing around with you to rattle your emotions — well, that is, until one by one, you heard sinful groans, whines, and skin slapping from the office next door that made you bury your face on your palms, damn interrupted from thinking and even working from the paper works.

"Stupid fucks, I told them to quiet down." 

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[lokis-army-77]

Knight in Shining Leather

BBF!Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 2928

When a date starts to go downhill and her brother is out of town, the only person Reader can call is her brother's best friend.

Based on a TikTok by @ Read_between.the_wines

Warning: 18+, oral (f receiving), angst, fluff, unprotected sex.

Masterlist 

The date had been going well for roughly three minutes before the jackass in front of me commented on what I had ordered. The guy had asked me out to Enzo’s and like hell would I order a salad when I could have pasta. As soon as the words “Chicken Alfredo'' came from my lips he scoffed and casually shook his head.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think you should be eating all those carbs.” then he looked to the waiter and said, “She’ll have the Caesar salad and I’ll take an 8-ounce serolin, well done.” 

“But-” I had tried to interrupt. 

“No but’s. You shouldn’t be eating pasta, all that will turn to fat.” 

I frowned and sat back in my chair, hands white-knuckling the seat. He ended up snapping the waiter away and then preceded to only talk about himself for the next fifteen minutes. He even had the audacity to firmly grip my knee under the table. It wasn’t in a nice grip either, it was a tight, bruising grip that felt a little like he was claiming ownership over me.

The more he talked and the tighter he gripped my leg the more I sunk into my chair. I barely ate any of the salad when it came and my stomach felt like it was in knots and not in a good way. 

“Sorry, can I excuse myself for a moment?” I asked, pretending I had to go to the restroom. 

The guy waved me off and I quickly grabbed my clutch and bolted to the back hallway. Out of sight, I dug in my purse for the thick rectangle that was my cell phone. I went to dial my older brother’s number but stopped when I remembered he was currently not in Hawkins. Then I remembered Eddie, Steve’s best friend. 

He was a gruff metalhead who I knew would have no trouble with this guy. So, I dialed his number as fast as I could and thanked whatever god there was that he answered within one ring. 

“Eddie Munson, at your service.” His voice rang through the receiver in a gruff melody. 

“Eds?” I whispered. “Can you come and get me from Enzo’s? Stevie isn’t here to save me and the guy I’m on a date with is giving me some really bad vibes.” 

“Yeah princess, I can come get you. Just sit tight and I’ll be there in five.” I could hear the short strain in his voice, no longer melodious. 

“Thanks, Eds, you’re the best.”

“Anything for my best friend’s baby sister.” 

I huffed at being called that. “Eddie, I’m twenty-three, Steve is only a year older than me.” 

“You’re still the baby, Princess.”

“Shut up and come get me already. I can’t handle him gripping my leg anymore, I think I can see his handprint bruising my knee.” I gave him no time to answer back before pressing the END button and walked as casually as I could back to my seat. 

The guy hadn’t moved an inch, still munching on his food. I grazed my salad as I kept my eyes trained on the door, watching for the familiar shag of long, dark, curly hair to enter. Minutes later the loud revving of a motorcycle engine prickles my ears and my head shoots to look from the door out the windows. Eddie is taking his helmet off and swung his leg over his bike before practically stomping his way inside the restaurant. When his eyes meet mine he's on me in a second, hands picking me up from my seat and eyes roaming over me. 

“Are you okay, Sweetheart?” Eddie asked. 

I just nodded, trying to get his hand off of me so I could start walking for the door. “I’m fine, I just really wanna go home Eds.”

“Okay, let’s go.” He snatched up my hand and pulls me along with him but we stop in our tracks when I am held back by another firm grip on my other wrist. 

“Dude, what the fuck do you think you’re doing with my girl?” My rude date exclaimed, the whole restaurant going quiet at his volume. 

Eddie takes one swift look at the guy's hand squeezing tightly onto my wrist and then at the uncomfortableness on my face before he pries the handoff and pouches the guy backward. 

With blown eyes and crazy hair, Eddie points a long bony finger at him. “Don’t you ever lay a finger on her again, got it? If you do, I’ll fucking kill you, fucking cunt.” He practically spat the words in the guy's face, leaving him stunned.

Eddie took my hand again and walked me outside to his bike where he looked me over once more. “You sure you’re okay?” 

“Yeah, Eds, I’m sure. I just want to go home now.” 

“Alright, but let me get a look at that knee.” Eddie reached down to pull my knee into the light of the street lamp and examined the faint hand mark that was starting to show. His breath caught in his lungs. “I should go back in there and fuck him up. Who the fuck does this to someone?” 

“Eddie, calm down.” I placed my hands on his firm chest, looking up into his rage-filled eyes, they softened when they met mine. I felt a small tingle erupt in my stomach as he looked at me. 

He sighed and reached behind him on the seat for his helmet. "I'm calm. Here, let's put this on." He moved the straps to the side end and placed the helmet on my head, adjusting it so it wouldn't fall off.

My heart raced as his calloused fingers brushed the skin of my neck. 

"Thank you." I smiled at him through the visor. He only nodded and seated himself on the bike. He reached his hand out and I took it, stabilizing myself as I tried to seat myself behind him without flashing everyone. Dresses really weren't made for riding motorcycles. 

"What about your helmet?" I asked, concerned.

"Haven't got a second one."

My breath hitched as my chest came into contact with his back and his arms reached behind him to take mine and hug them around him. 

We had gone to school together and graduated the same year, and even though he was friends with my brother, we had never really hung out before. I had never thought of him in a way that had my stomach erupting in butterflies, until now. The way he had barged into the restaurant and checked on me, the way he had put that douchebag in his place, it all had me wishing I could take care of the slow ache that was manifesting itself between my legs.

I hadn’t realized it but my hands had been roaming over his chest, stomach, and thighs the whole time we were driving. My subconscious took over as I thought of how hot Eddie had looked all angry. 

Had I been paying attention, I would have realized far sooner that we were not headed back to my house, rather we were now pulling into the spot where Eddie parked his bike at his trailer. 

When the engine cut off, I spoke up. 

"Eddie, why are we here? I asked you to take me home." My fingers were fumbling with the straps to take it off. 

Eddie stood and climbed off the bike, careful not to accidentally push me off. I stopped fooling with the straps when his own hands came to take it off and toss it somewhere behind him. 

I gasped as he pulled my face up to look at his. His eyes were dark and his brow was quirked up. 

"What made you think that you touching me like that would make me want to take you anywhere but my place?"

"I- I-" I was at a loss for words.

He stared down at me, face crowding mine. "Do you want me, Princess?" He asked and I sputtered on my own breath. 

"I- Eddie we can't." I averted my eyes from his.

His hand came up to hold my chin, pushing me to make eye contact. "Ah ah ah. That's not what I asked. Do. You. Want. Me?"

The emphasis on each work had my legs quaking and if I hadn't already been seated on the bike, I would have fallen to the ground from how weak my knees were."

In my head, I had a battle of my thoughts. Eddie was my brother's best friend, sleeping with him was a line that shouldn't be crossed. But on the other hand, he was right here, standing tall and attractive, literally offering himself up. 

My own selfish desires won out in the end as I slowly nodded my head. "Yes, I want you."

Before I could even register it, Eddie had slammed his mouth on mine. I leaned up into the kiss, small moans leaving me as I pushed my hand up into his hair at the nape of his neck. His hands roamed my body before hooking around my waist and lifting me off the bike. We stayed connected as he carefully led us both up the stairs and into the already unlocked trailer door. 

I pulled away from him, gasping for air. Eddie moved his lips down to my neck, sucking and biting into the skin. 

“Eddie,” I pushed at his shoulders. 

“Mmm,” He hummed into me. 

“Need you right now.” My fingers gripped his denim vest, pushing it off his shoulders with force. Next came his leather jacket, and they both found their new home on the floor of his living room. I smiled and pushed my lips back onto his, sighing at the feel. The taste of him was something I never knew I needed but now that I had had it, I couldn’t live without it. 

I wiggled under the touch of his fingers as they graze down from my hips and to the backs of my legs. He pinched the skin there lightly, then pulled me to him. “Jump,” he said and I did it. Jumping as he pulled me to him and wrapped my legs around his waist. The hem of my dress bunched up over my ass, leaving his hands to play with the soft lacy fabric of my panties. 

“God, you’re such a dream.” He whispered into my mouth. His feet moved then, walking us back to his bedroom “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you in my bed.” Eddie slowly bent down, laying me over the crumpled sheets of his messy bed. My hair spread out in a halo around my head and as he let go of me to lean back, he smiled. “So funckin’ beautiful.”

I could feel the blush rising to my cheeks, heat filtering through my whole body, collecting in my face and between my legs. 

“Shut up and fuck me already.” I whimpered out, hands reaching for him to pull him by the faded band tee back into me. 

Together we were a hurricane of limbs and discarded clothes on his bed. Hidden beneath the layers of jackets and chains was a nice sculpted chest with muscled rippling as he moved. I couldn’t help myself from placing my hands on the tattooed skin and feeling how soft he was. His hands in turn pushed up my body, cupping my breasts before setting his mouth on them. 

I moaned softly at the feeling of him sucking my nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the perked skin, my other hand massaging my other breast. I arched into his touch and whined when he let go with a pop to bless the second nipple. He stayed there for a few minutes before kissing his way down my stomach and between my thighs. I was in such a state of bliss I hardly had any words other than, yes, falling from my lips. 

Eddie’s fingers softly touched the skin of my mound, pulling the lips apart gently and breathing a breath. “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He smirks and my blush heats up my face. “Bet you taste even better.” 

With that, Eddi plunged his tongue between my slit, lapping at the wetness that had begun to pool there. My head was thrown back into the sheets, and my hair was tossed into my eyes. It felt so good to have him licking me up, humming at the taste. 

My hips bucked into his mouth as he kept cucking on my clit, drawing more moans from me. 

“Fuck, Eddie. So good.” I whined out, hands pulling at his hair. 

“I know Princess.” He grins against my pussy before going back in, tongue teasing my hole this time. 

I writhed under him, air leaving my lungs. My walls clenched around nothing as he barely pushed his tongue inside me. 

“Eddie, Please, need you in me.” I tugged on his hair. 

He didn’t respond, only moving one hand to push two of his thick fingers into my cunt. I cried out in pleasure, hips moving in time with the thrusts of his hand. The wet noises filling the room only made me wetter, it felt like I was practically gushing around him. 

A tightness in my stomach was quickly approaching and I knew I was about to cum. “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, I’m gonna cum,” I cried out, hips moving uncontrollably as he continued to pump his fingers in and out while sucking on my clit. He only hummed into me before I was pushed over the edge, my body shaking as I came.

Eddie removed his hand and mouth from my pussy and leaned back on his knees as I tried to catch my breath. Slowly he crawled up my body and smiled at my blissful expression. “You sound so beautiful when you cum for me. Gonna need to hear that again.” He pressed his lips to mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I could taste my arousal on him. 

Slowly, his hand grasped his cock and guided it between my legs, pushing it against my hole. 

“Please,” I begged, “need it so bad.” My hands reached around his shoulders, pulling him to me. 

Then, he pushed into me. The stretch was more consuming than that of his fingers, I could feel the pleasurable pain shooting through my body as he bottomed out in me, his breath ragged and shaky. 

“Fuck, So fucking tight baby.” He moaned into my mouth. 

“Move.” I was pleased, legs wrapping around his waist as he began to slowly move his hips. 

Short cries left me as he began to pick up his pace until he was practically pounding furiously into my cunt. We were both grunting together like animals as we writhed against one another. The room was hot and it smelled like sex, an arousing, foggy scent. 

I had cum once and so I was close to cumming a second time, my pussy sensitive. It didn’t help that Eddie had moved his thumb the rub fast circles onto my clit. I was trying to hold it in but I couldn’t. I let out a cry to warn him of my impending orgasm and all he did was coo into my ear. 

“Let go princess, let go. I’ve got you.” 

And I did, I let the fire in the pit of my abdomen erupt through me, the loud moans enough to probably wake the whole trailer park. My body shook as he pistoned into me, riding my orgasm out and tipping over into his. 

The uneven thrusts of his hips clued me into his fast-approaching orgasm and when he came, cum coating my overworked and spasming walls, I cried out. 

Eddie fell over on top of me, exhausted. I giggled as he brushed his hair away from both our faces and planted a sloppy kiss on my lips. 

“Can't believe I waited so long to fuck you like that. Better than I had imagined.”  He grinned, rolling over onto his side. 

I cuddled up into his side, needing his warmth as the room seemed to quickly cool down. “You imagined us together?” I asked surprised at his words. 

“Well yeah, for a few years now.” He stated that it was something I should have known. 

“I’ve thought about it too. Although more recently than a few years.”

Eddie just grinned and shook his head. 

I was quiet for a moment, thoughts swirling in my head. “Eddie?” I spoke up.

“Hum?” 

“Thank you for coming to get me earlier. That guy was a real jackass.” 

He laughed. “I'll always come to your rescue Princess.” 

“You’ll be my knight in shining leather?”

“The one and only.”

“So, are we gonna talk to Steve about this?” I ask, gesturing to ourselves. 

“I’d rather not die, but If you want to, we can. But that depends on what this is.” 

I thought for a second. We couldn’t really go back to normal, could we? Things would be too awkward. But did I want to risk possibly dating Eddie? What if this ruined not only our friendship but his friendship with my brother?

“Hey, hey, hey, I can practically see steam spewing from your ears at how hard you’re thinking.” He chuckled, placing a hand on my cheek and caressing it with his thumb.

“I think I’d like to try. Us, I mean. We can tell Stevie but just not right now, give it a month or two.” 

“Alright Princess, I can do that.”

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25 days til' Christmas

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One more gift. You just had one more gift to get for your daughter. Two more minutes until you arrived at the only boutique in town that had it in stock. Three more sets and you are at the door. Then, there you saw it. The last Lego Ninjago set in the world. Four strides and you were in front of it. You quickly got your hands on it. But just as it was in your hands it was gone. Someone had snatched it away.

You whipped your head around to see the tallest and most handsome thief ever. Sorry good looking but that Lego set is mine, you thought to yourself as you swiftly tried to take it back from him.

That behemoth of a man dared to hold the toy above his head. "Hey, this isn't fair give that back!" you exclaimed, jumping as high as you could trying to snatch it. He even looked amused by your efforts.

"I took it first, so it's mine," he explained.

"No! I touched it first!" you said poking a finger into his chest naturally.

"You touched it with one hand, I touched it with two," he counted. Around you burn the flaming aura of two parents who love their kids more than anything and are determined to get them this toy for them.

"Listen jackass, my kid needs to have this toy," you said, finally giving up on taking it.

"Well my daughter wants it too, can't we make this work," he questioned.

"No, we can't 'make this work', that's the last one," you argued, raising your voice a bit.

"Why don't we just organize a playdate, and have our kids build and play with the set together," he proposed. You gave it thought before nodding.

"Okay, I could do that, but I'm buying it, and we're meeting at my house," you said sternly. Once he let his guard down you snatched the set and put it behind her back.

"Alright, alright, I can work with that, here hand me your phone," he said holding his hand out. You handed him your phone and put his number in it.

"Please shoot me a text anytime this week," he says as he bids you goodbye.

"Will do, Miguel O'Hara," you said, reading his name off of your phone.

. . .

Knock! Knock! Kno—you swung the door open and greeted Miguel and his daughter with a nod. You were on the phone, your hair still wet from the shower you had just taken.

"Mariana is in the living room, I'll join you all soon," you said before walking into the kitchen seemingly arguing with someone on the phone in a hushed tone.

Once you entered the living room the girls were already working on their Legos bonding over Cole being their favorite character from the show.

You set some snacks down for them and joined Miguel on the couch watching them play together in a comfortable silence. Once the girls were done building and started making their own stories you and Miguel started chatting a bit. Other than the grudge you had against him from what happened in the store, he was kind of funny. But effortlessly, he just speaks and then wonders why you're stifling laughter.

The four of you decided to play Candyland together over gingerbread cookies and hot chocolate. Gabriella and Mariana occasionally bumped the two of you together thinking that they were being slick with their matchmaking. The two of you knew that there was a lingering flirtatious tension between the two of you and that your daughters had caught on.

In saying goodbye hours after your daughters' play session, your bodies parted but your eyes stayed connected. That connection pulled your souls together and in that moment you felt as though you could hear his thoughts, and he could hear yours. "When can I see you again?" Miguel asked after getting Gabriella into the car.

You cocked your brow at his questions. "Our daughters can see each other for another playdate over the weekend," you teased.

With that you and Miguel said goodbye. Awaiting the next time you and your kids would meet.

. . .

next part → 14 days til' Christmas

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Chapter 7: Kuroo (NSFW)

Prompt: Reader working non-stop and (Character) has to ‘tire’ them out. (NSFW) Character: Kuroo

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You’re a workaholic. Anyone who’s ever met you could notice it at first meeting. You’re a typical type A person. You fit the stereotypical mold perfectly. This isn’t really a surprise to you though, you’ve been this way for as long as you could remember.

Ever since you were a little kid, you’ve never been able to take a proper break. You simply didn’t know how to. There always seemed to be something else to do, something to improve on, something to fix…

And while you profited from this trait in your professional life, it did horrendous effects on your personal life.

“Kitten, it’s almost midnight.” You don’t even glance up from your desk, engrossed in the report you’re writing, as your boyfriend curls his arms around you, silently beckoning you to come to bed. You sigh lightly.

“I’ll be there is fifteen minutes Tetsu.” You mutter absentmindedly, and Kuroo snorts, knowing very well that you’re saying anything to sate him.

Truth be told, Kuroo understood where you’re coming from. Becoming the spokesman for a famous a volleyball team has led to many late nights, but the difference between him and you were he knew when and how to take a break. Kuroo could kick back and forget about all his ailments, while you could barely go ten minutes without going into a frenzy about some files you had to go over. He couldn’t really remember a time when you weren’t like this. Even back in high school, you tried to make sure you had perfected every subject, every assignment. When you joined the volleyball team as manager, you stayed back longer than any boy practicing. Doing anything from helping cleaning and maintaining the gym, to help making as many practice matches as you could.

Many times he’d have to force you to eat and to sleep, among other things. Kuroo had gotten so used to it, it became routine to pick up both you and Kenma just to make sure both of you had eaten something. So much so that it’s a favorite pastime for him to recall those memories and watch you cringe.

But, now in your adult life and being in a romantic relationship rather than a platonic one, Kuroo lets you do you. Of course, now you know when to do basic necessities like eat and sleep (Well, sometimes you needed a little help), but mostly because he wouldn’t dare change you. (Maybe because of how amusing it is to see you try to relax). However, there are times where he felt he needed to step in. Just to make sure you wouldn’t burn out or combust.

You were high maintenance but, Kuroo liked maintaining you. Your drive and passion for everything you do is one of the reasons he fell for you in the first place.

Which brings him to his current mission. To get you to sleep. Ever since you were brought on to a new project at your work, he could tell you weren’t sleeping as much as you should be. And while he was usually lenient, it was starting to worry him a little bit. Hence, why this time he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Kuroo doesn’t respond with words, but only light, feather-like kisses down your neck, just to remind that he really isn’t going to give in. You try to ignore him, but once he begins to suck a light hickey right below your ear, you can’t handle it and let out a heavy sigh of mainly annoyance and just a bit of pleasure. You can feel his smirk from behind you. That jackass.

“Tetsu, I have to focus.”

“You can focus tomorrow, (Name). It’ll still be there when you wake up.” Kuroo says in a teasing tone while moving his hands from your sides to your hands, pulling them away from the work you so desperately want to finish.

“I promised myself I’d finish this today.” You argue, turning around to plead with your eyes, but to no avail.

“When’s the deadline?” You pause, before looking away slightly.

“Next week.” Kuroo doesn’t even need to use words, but just a slight eyebrow raise for you to feel the need to defend yourself. “I-I’m using next week to read it over just to make sure I didn’t forget any-” Your argument is cut off by your yelp as Kuroo picks you up bridal style right from your chair. You flush.

“T-tetsurou!”

He gives you a Cheshire smile. “Bedtime.” Is the only thing he says as he carries you to your shared bedroom. You huff childishly as he sets you down onto the bed and pulls the covers down. He pulls off his shirt and lays down. You’re silently thankful that you were already changed for bed. Your mind can’t even take the imaginary scenarios of what your boyfriend would do. Your noises of disagreement are quieted when he pulls you into his chest. You grumble slightly.

“I’m not a child you know.” You hear Kuroo let out a small chuckle. You feel the vibrations coming from his chest and shiver slightly.

“Sleep, kitten.” He whispers before playfully nipping your ear, which earns him a light smack against his arm. Such a tease. You sigh, before relaxing into your boyfriends’ arms, attempting to sleep.

Maybe this could actually be good for you. Some sleep to feel refreshed in the morning and give you the final push to finish that report…

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This was a terrible idea.

Not only could you not fall asleep, but you couldn’t stop thinking about your unfinished report in the other room. It was practically calling you, teasing you, infesting your mind with the fact that it’s sat there, undone. You shift slightly, leaning more against Kuroo as you feel his deep and even breathing. Lucky bastard practically passed out the second his head hit the pillow. While you laid there for about what felt like an eternity. You let out a low agonized whine, before looking at the clock on your bedroom wall. It was 1:35 am.

You definitely couldn’t stay like this. It was going to be the death of you if this continued.

You look from your door to Kuroo. Surely, he wouldn’t notice if you left for half an hour? You were almost finished with your report, so you knew you wouldn’t be gone for long, plus he slept like the dead…

You slowly and cautiously uncurled Kuroo’s arms from your waist, checking his face for the smallest shifts of discomfort, stopping whenever he twitched. After about five minutes, you managed to get him off you, and as quietly as possible, you stood up and tried to make your way to your door. You were about halfway there, when you hear a low grunt. You turn to see your boyfriend’s arms searching threw the empty space of the bed. He was trying to look for you.

If you weren’t focused on the task at hand, you would’ve recorded this for blackmail material. But, afraid of waking him, you silently grabbed your pillow and gave it to his searching hands. And like a child, Kuroo immediately clings onto it, pulling it into him and letting out a satisfied groan. You feel sensations of warmth course through you.

You swear you cannot describe the love you feel for this man. You feel yourself smile, going back and brushing your fingers down his neck, to which he let out a comforted noise.

Wait, stop, (Name) focus!

You snap yourself out of it, reminding yourself of the report sitting outside. With one last glance, you turn and make your way out the door. You feel peace and relief as you sit back down in your desk chair.

Okay time to get to work…

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Okay, this might’ve taken a little longer than you’ve anticipated.

You finished writing the report, but when reading over you decided halfway through that you wanted to change a section, but then it intersected with another part and another…

Long story short, you’re rewriting it all over again.

You have no clue what time it is, only knowing the last time you checked it was 2: 45 am, and its felt like forever since you last checked.

But nevertheless, you were convinced that you were going to be done in the next fifteen minutes, so you just had to make sure that it was quiet enough that Kuroo wouldn’t wake. You made sure to check the door every five minutes and not a to make a single sound other the keyboard clacking. You were filled with determination. The next ten minutes flew by, with you getting immersed into your own little bubble.

Which is why you didn’t even hear Kuroo get up.

Granted, he had woken up randomly, but when he stirred and found himself clutching a pillow instead of your body, he knew immediately what you were up to.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” He groaned, before huffing out a laugh, shaking his head at the clock on the wall. It was around 4: 15 am. Kuroo got up and walked out of the room, to find you sitting on your desk, face totally absorbed in your screen. He leans against the wall causally, watching you for a while.

“You know they say the early bird gets the worm,” His voice is rough from sleep, but is still filled with amusement as he watches you jump from his voice. You turn his way like a child getting caught for taking candy from their mothers’ purse.

“But this is a little much don’t you think?” He watches you slide out of your desk, closing your laptop while attempting to figure out a reasonable defense, but ends up watching you open and close your mouth like a gaping fish. He wishes he had his phone with him to catch your expression.

“I… I wasn’t tired. So I just figured I’d finish while it was still on my mind.” You finally say, voice filled with nervousness and a little bit of shame. Kuroo looks from you to your laptop.

“And did you finish?” You look away.

“…Not yet.” There’s silence between you two for little while. You watch Kuroo rub his face, clearly trying figure out what to do with you. You gulp.

“Tetsu, just go back to bed, I’ll be finished in ten minutes. As soon as I’m done, I’ll go to sleep I promise. I just couldn’t rest knowing it wasn’t done-” You’re cut off by Kuroo’s body pressing into yours, pushing you against the wall in a searing kiss, moving against your lips in a slow but bruising pace. You moan in surprise.

How-How did he even get over here so quickly?

Your mind goes blank as his hand travels under your pajama shirt (Which was his old t-shirt, but whatever), rubbing your lower back in ways that leave your skin tingling in its wake. You gasp from the sensation, giving Kuroo the space to slip his tongue in. At this point your body is on auto pilot, with even your arms subconsciously wrapping around his neck at some point of the suddenly heavy make out session.

After what felt like centuries, Kuroo pulls back to let you breathe, before immediately going to attack your neck, not in the lighthearted way he did hours prior. He cycles from sucking on your flesh to lightly biting to kissing, all in places that he knows are sensitive. This all came on so fast that you can barely form coherent sentences.

“T-tetsu… What -ah, are you… Doing?” You pant, and he finally stops and smirks at you, which alone caused your heart to skip a beat.

“What else could I be doing? Taking your mind off work.” With that, he continues that assassination on your neck.

Honestly, the idea came to Kuroo on a whim. He knew that you couldn’t (or wouldn’t) stop working on that stupid report, so at that moment he could only think of one thing that could have a chance at taking your focus off it.

 Sex.

Primitive yes, but hey, it worked at the best of times. Plus, it could also help with working off the extra energy you can’t seem to shake.

It’s a win-win in his eyes.

(It also may have to do with the fact that you two haven’t slept together in a week, due to said report, so he could be feeling a little pent up but that’s a different issue.)

After he was satisfied with his work on your neck, which was full of red and purple splotches that he knows you’ll complain about later, he returns to your lips, kissing you with all the strength he had. His hands travel from your back to your chest, thankful that you weren’t wearing a bra. Kuroo starts to knead your breasts, making sure to pinch and pull and your nipples every so often, leaving you to twitch and cry softly in his mouth. He can’t help but think about how the sounds would feel around his cock, and that imagery goes straight to his crotch.

Right no, this was about you. Another thought for another day.

His hands leave your chest, to go to the back of your thighs. He squeezes them to silently tell you to that he’s going to lift you. You help a little, jumping slightly and hooking your legs around his toned hips. Without leaving your lips he takes you to the nearest surface, which was your couch, and lays you down with the upmost care, before pouncing on you immediately. Putting one of his legs between yours.

After five minutes in this new position, Kuroo suddenly leaves your mouth and you quietly whine at the loss, but he doesn’t hear as he motions you to lift your arms off to take off your shirt. You comply, helping him remove the item of clothing, leaving you in just your panties. Kuroo appreciates the fact that you don’t wear pants to bed as he takes a moment to look at you. Your face flushed and red, lips swollen with a bruised neck that goes down to your collar bones. Your chest heaving from your heavy pants that accentuate the curve of your breasts. Kuroo has to real in his self control to stop himself from fucking you immediately. You feel yourself heat up from his dark eyes looking you up and down like you’re a piece of meat.

“St-stop staring, pervert” You mutter, turning even more red from embarrassment. He smiles at your shyness. “Sorry kitten; but you can’t expect me not stare when you’re all laid out for me like this~ Just waiting to be devoured.”

You stutter at his words, refusing to look at him but trying to kick him to get your point across. He catches your leg with ease, and starts to kiss your calf, going up your leg, purposefully avoiding where you want him most. You whine again, this time with Kuroo hearing you and he chuckles lowly.

“Patience is a virtue, you know~” He teases, and before you could say anything, he latches his mouth to one of your nipples, leaving his hand to tease the other, making you speechless. Your only response was a shaky moan as he softly bites your nipple, causing your back to arch just a bit.

Kuroo is relentless, refusing to let your nipple go until its bright red and engorged, making even the lightest touch make you shiver. But he isn’t done in the slightest. Once pleased, he turns to the other one, giving it the exact same treatment. Once he’s done, you’re practically shaking with need.

“Tet-Tetsu… Pl-please.” You moan, as he teasingly pinches your extremely sensitive nipple. He looks at you, acting oblivious.

“Hm? Do you want something?” You glare as hard as you could at the prick, but with your half-lidded eyes and totally red face, it loses all intensity. Kuroo huffs out a laugh, sensual and deep, as he takes his finger and trails it down your abdomen and down to your inner thigh, making you let out gasps as your body twitches at the touch. He traces tiny circles down your inner thigh before grazing the lips of your pussy.

You’re absolutely dripping. His cock twitches. Maybe this week has been hard on you too…

“So needy~” He groans, again not giving you time to respond, as he shoves his finger inside your dripping hole, leaving you writhing. To be honest, he was becoming impatient as well, his cock was becoming so hard it was beginning to hurt, but he ignored it for your sake.

Kuroo starts off slow, pushing his finger in a slow pulse, loving the way your walls would twitch around his finger. After a while he brought his thumb to rub slow tight circles on your clit. You struggle to hold in any noise. Not like you weren’t struggling before.

“Tetsu~” You pant, becoming a literal puddle as he steadily winds the coil forming in your lower abdomen. Your hips start to move on their own accord, pushing against his finger to get it even deeper.

You want more. You need more.

“Still thinking about work?” Kuroo asks slyly, purposefully adding a second finger just to mess and cloud up your thoughts.

Bastard was making you look like a bitch in heat. But in the moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

You didn’t answer, couldn’t answer. Not with all the pleasure muddling your basic communication skills. Kuroo obviously didn’t like that, so he decides to push up into a place that makes you see stars.

“Tetsurou!” You literally gasp, arching your back so far that you lift yourself off the couch. Kuroo groans just from your voice and expression alone. Just watching your eyes roll into the back of head was enough to put him in a frenzy, not even mentioning the way you said his name. He wanted you to scream it. Scream so loud the neighbors file complaints.

So of course, what else was he supposed to do but press and rub against that spot repeatedly.

Kuroo watches hungrily as your gasps and moans pitch higher and higher as his fingers set a brutal pace. Adding a third finger and his palm against your clit once more and you were goner, with him throwing you into climax rather than pushing you to it. He swears your cunt squeezed him so hard his fingers lost circulation for a moment, but it was worth the expression of pure bliss on your face.

It takes you a while to get your breathing under control, winding down from a climax harder than you’ve had in a while. You take a couple minutes resting your eyes, before you remember that Kuroo was still present, now rubbing his cock against your inner thigh.

“I hope you’re not tired yet, kitten~ We still have so much work to do.”

Boy, were you in for a rough night.

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[houseofperfecttaste]

That's My Girl, My Dirty Little Girl

WARNINGS: smut, degradation kink, violence?, drugs

"Damn I could just eat you up." Rafe licked his lips hungrily as he walked into your room seeing you dressed in tight shorts and a tight blue crop top. "We don't have time baby, we gotta get to Tops' party." You patted his chest as you walked by him to slip your shoes on. "But you look so fucking hot." He whined cutely making you giggle. "After the party, you can do whatever you want to me." You whispered seductively against his lips giving him a peck before heading downstairs to his truck. "I'm going to fucking ruin you later." He winked holding the door for you.

Rafe had his hand on your thigh while he drove to Toppers squeezing it every so often. "I love you." You kissed his cheek grabbing your dab pen out of your pocket and taking a few hits of it. "I love you more baby." His million-dollar smile appeared on his face. You guys arrived at the party and he opened the car door for you helping you out. "I'm gonna go find Sarah I'll see you later. Don't do anything stupid." You chuckled, the high hitting you and you kissed him before heading into the house to find his sister. "Y/N!" You heard Sarah's voice call your name and you turned to see her running towards you her arms wrapping around you and engulfing you in a hug.

"You wanna go smoke with Kie?"

""Do you even have to ask?" You laughed and she grabbed your arm leading you out to where Kie was sitting. You sat across from Kie as she passed you the blunt. "You look hot as always." Kie complimented. "Same to you." She was wearing jean shorts with a red top with her hair down. All of you smoked two blunts completely meaning that all three of you were out of this goddamn world.

"You had cake all over your face!" You laughed hysterically tears streaming down your face from how hard you were laughing. You wiped your tears away calming yourself down before standing up. "I'm going to go grab a coke does anyone want anything?" They shook their head no so you left to the kitchen to get a drink in hopes to cure your cotton mouth. "Hi, beautiful. What are you doing here alone?" You hear an unrecognizable question and you don't even bother saying anything.

"I'm talking to you." You roll your eyes finding it slightly funny that he thinks he's entitled to an answer. You still ignore him as you finish filling your cup with water with the fridge. You bring it up to your lips take a big sip and look around hoping to find your boyfriend. "Hey." He said in a stern voice grabbing my arm and spinning me around. "Don't fucking touch me." You said yanking your arm out of his grasp taking a step back. "I was talking to you." "I know. I didn't want to talk to you." You chuckled shaking your head and turning back around to go to the backyard.

"Dude. Rafe. Rafe." Topper tried to interrupt Rafes story repeating his words until he did looking past Rafes left shoulder watching the interaction between some guy and Y/N. "What bro?" He rolled his eyes annoyed at the interruption and when he noticed Toppers' eyes going past him he looked over his shoulder just in time to see you punch some random guy in the face. "Oh shit." Kelce and Topper said at the same time Kelce wiped his nose not being totally surprised you punched some guy and slightly proud of you. "That's my girl." Rafe said smiling.

Rafe headed over standing in front of the guy with a proud smirk on his face looking between you and the guy. "What'd you do asshole?" He asked but got no answer. "He grabbed my ass." Y/N looked over at Rafe knowing the guy was going to receive another punch. "Stupid move jackass." He did in fact send another punch to the guy's face. Rafe turned around and grabbed your hand leading you out of the party.

"It was so hot seeing you defend yourself." Rafe pushed you up against his truck his hands on your waist and you wrapped yours around his neck. "Wanna go back to my house and fuck me?" You asked giving him your doe eyes and he tilted his head back closing his eyes and groaning quietly. "Fuck yes. Get in the truck baby." Rafe opened the door for her giving her a hot kiss before helping her in. He gently closed the door jogging to the other side of the truck and getting in quickly. He looked over at his beautiful passenger princess placing his hand on your inner thigh inching it closer to your pussy.

"You're so gorgeous." Rafe smiled at you as he stopped at a red light his hand going underneath your pants cupping your pussy. "You're so hot." You gasped as one of his fingers slipped inside of you. "Thank you, baby." He entered another finger inside of you pumping them in and out curling them to hit your g-spot.

"Rafe." You moaned spreading your legs more. "You like that baby?" A teasing smirk on his face as he started rubbing your clit with his thumb. "Yes, baby." You whimpered your back arching against the seat. Rafe continued his teasing all the way back to your house. When you arrived he quickly got out of his truck swinging your door open unbuckling you and picking you up in his arms bridal style. You giggled wrapping your arms around his neck. He carried you all the way to your room throwing you down on your bed closing your door and locking it.

Rafe walked over to you pulling your pants down as you remove your top leaving you in your underwear. Rafe moved your panties to the side his tongue flicking your clit up and down making you grab his hair making him moan into your pussy. You felt his warm tongue slip inside your hole his nose brushing lightly against your clit. "Holy shit baby." You moaned your hips slowly rolling against his face. "Yeah that's it you little slut ride my face." He held you firmly against his face not wanting you to go anywhere.

You moved your hips faster and his lips attached to your clit sucking it and flicking it at the same time. Your body was shaking at the pleasure as you felt the pleasure engulf you. "I'-I'm going to cum!" You screamed and squirmed but he tightened his grip on your thighs. You accepted your fate and relaxed your muscles enjoying the moment and cumming all over his face. He moaned happily lapping up all your cum not leaving a drop.

"Thank you, daddy." He smiled proudly he loved that you were his good girl. "Such a good girl. My good girl." His words made you even hornier if that was possible and you pulled him down for a kiss moaning at the taste of yourself. "Hm, I taste so good." You smiled innocently up at him driving him fucking wild.

"Don't give me that fucking innocent look. You're anything but. What are you, baby?" He asked raising an eyebrow the look on his face showing that he was loving this. "I'm your good girl. "That's my girl, my dirty little girl." He kissed down your neck leaving marks and you reached your hands down unbuttoning his cargos and he pulled away quickly to undress himself your eyes locked on his hard cock.

"Can I please have your cock daddy?" You figured since you asked nicely he would give it to you. "Don't be my impatient little slut." He wrapped his hand around your throat your breathing getting heavier when seeing the look on his face. He got an idea. A torturous idea. He reached over to his pants grabbing the belt from them. Your eyes widen thinking he was going to spank you with it but he grabbed your eyes tying your hands around your bedpost with his belt.

"See what happens when you're impatient?" He moved between your legs leaning down to suck on your cleavage leaving hickeys all over you. "I'm sorry, daddy. I'll be a good girl." You whimpered wishing you could feel him. "If not I'll have to punish you. Do you wanna be punished?" You shook your head. "No!" He smiled grabbing his cock and rubbing it against your pussy making you crave the feeling of it inside your tight pussy.

"Does my pretty girl want my cock?" He lined up with your pussy waiting for your response. "Yes please, daddy." The answer satisfied him and he inched into your pussy hissing at your tightness. "Please destroy me with your cock." You begged wanting to lift your legs higher but knowing he'll punish you if you do. "As you wish." He grabbed your legs placing them on his shoulders slamming into your pussy.

"Daddy! Fuck!" He grabbed the headboard making it so your knees were against your chest and your mouth was hanging open mumbling words not being able to describe the pleasure. "Your tight little hole feels so good." "Your huge fat cock feels so good inside of my stomach." He reached down starting to rub your clit and you moaned loudly the warm feeling filling your stomach. Rafe edged you multiple times wanting to see if he could break you but you held in your cum like a good girl even though it was the hardest thing you've ever had to do. Him moaning and whispering dirty words in your ear made you want to explode all over his cock.

"Cum for me sweetie. Been so good for me." You clenched around him and screamed as you started cumming all over his cock coating it in white. He moaned and gripped your hips as he spilled his seed inside of you. He stayed inside of you not wanting his cum to drip out. "I love you, Rafe." "I love you too baby." He ran his hand through your hair kissing you softly.

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