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queenimmadolla · 3 months

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𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

(dad!eddie x mom!reader)

Summary: Eddie has to shower before he can hold his impatient baby. She's having none of it.

a/n: i was attacked by yet ANOTHER cute baby tiktok so here we are with a little bit of grease monkey!eddie and another little drabble. set in the early days of the pennyverse. and yes, i've used this gif before but he's dead so i'm running out of them. mistakes might be fixed later, i dont know :)

“Are these your little fingers?” You asked your baby, tone saturated in honey and affection as you held the chunky palm in question, lips pressed to her pudgy fingertips.

Despite your aversion to it prior to your pregnancy, you’d inevitably developed a baby voice when Penny had come into the world and you couldn’t be blamed. Not when she was all squish, delicate cheeks holding so much chub they bulged, and rolls decorated her little limbs. She was a glutton, always demanding your milk and you couldn’t deny her; those big, gorgeous eyes she’d inherited from her father made it nearly impossible to, even when the wetness welling up in them were completely alligator tears. And those curls.

Regardless of taming them with some water, a brush and maybe some vaseline, they ended up wild, flying about or mussed and matted to her head with sweat because your baby was a little heater when she slept and napped. Just like her daddy.

Your smile widened in size when you heard the sound of keys slotting into place at the front door, the lock mechanism giving away. It tripled when you realized your baby also recognized the sound, head turning to stare at the door as she bobbed in place, thick legs squatting and then popping back up as you held her by her waist with your other hand, assisting her with standing.

The moment Eddie opened the door and came into view she began cooing and squealing in excitement, mouth parting in a wide smile as drool raced down from the corner of her mouth.

You laughed, and so did Eddie as he heard his baby welcoming him home.

“You excited to see me, sweet pea?” He cooed right back, walking over to squat in front of the two of you, eyes raking over you momentarily in appreciation before focusing on the little one in your arms.

She let out another long coo that ended on an airy sigh, pulling her hand from your grasp to reach both of her pudgy ones out to him, practically begging him to hold her as she began wiggling in your arms.

Eddie’s head tilted, lips curling into the most tender smile as he stared down at her with nothing but love swimming in those eyes he’d shared with her.

“Daddy missed you and mommy so much.” He whispered, a hand reaching out, almost close enough to caress her soft cheek but it hesitated before he could touch her. His rough, grease covered finger was a stark contrast to her clean, smooth skin. Clearly, you’d given her a bath before he got home because her mouth and cheeks were usually covered in the food you were starting to offer her (sometimes baby food, but mostly bits of your food because she wouldn’t accept any offerings of mushed up veggies and fruits if there was something else on your plate, hence why your diet had been pretty bland and not at all a result of the tight budget your maternity leave left you on).

The rest of his hands were no better, palms stained, streaks all over his arms as a result of shucking the top half of the monkey suit and rolling up his sleeves at the garage.

There were even a few streaks of grease and maybe oil on his face and neck. Your husband smelled more so of tires than he had the spicy cologne that surrounded you when he’d kissed you goodbye in bed this morning.

And he knew it.

Penny didn’t let that stop her, still eagerly reaching out for him as she grunted to try and provoke him in swooping her up into his embrace.

“As soon as daddy’s clean, okay? I’ll pick you up and my sweet girl can give me all the cuddles she wants.” He promised, hands on his knees before he stood back up, leaning over her to give you a sweaty, greasy oh so sweet and firm press of the lips kiss before he swiveled around and disappeared into the small bathroom as quickly as he could to be out of hearing range when Penny began whimpering at his absence.

You heard the shower start running at the exact moment she began to cry and you offered a sympathetic whine of your own as you adjusted your grip on her, bringing Penny up to your chest, your cheek smushed against her more plump one.

“Shhh…it’s okay, my love. Daddy’s just showering. He’ll be back.” You stood up, hitching Penny on your hip as you walked to the entrance of the small hallway so the bathroom door was visible to her. Eddie’s humming floated out from underneath the crack of it.

Penny was Eddie’s daughter, alright, full of dramatics as her breathing remained heavy, chest rising and falling quickly with the hitches in her breath as a chunky fist gripped onto your blouse, lower lip curling out and wobbling. She didn’t seem satisfied with your explanation but that didn’t worry you. If Penny was awake when Eddie left for work in the morning, she’d start bawling.

The first couple of times she’d started reacting to his departure, he’d ended up full of guilt and late to work. It still wasn’t easy for him, even after you’d finally convinced him she’d have the same reaction whether he left in the morning, afternoon, or evening. Regardless of the time, she was going to be upset that she wouldn’t be able to see her daddy, probably convinced in her little baby mind that he’d abandoned her (he’d nearly quit the shop when you’d phrased it like that) but he’d always come home to her—and you—and that’s what mattered.

You were positive she’d start yelling and shrieking when it came time for you to go back to work, too. She was just a baby, so she was being a baby.

You carried your huffing and puffing daughter back to the living room, placing her down on the carpet in front of some toys she had been playing with earlier in the day. Maybe they’d distract her.

Wrong.

She sat on the carpet, chunky legs strewn out for just a few seconds before she was moving forward onto her belly and propping herself up. Then she was off, crawling as fast as she could towards the hallway while breathing heavily with exhilaration. You trailed after her, amused at how stubborn she was when she stopped directly in front of the bathroom door, propping herself up on her bottom.

You watched Penny reach out with shaky palms, pressing them gently against the door. It looked like they were feeling around it before she began slapping them against it as hard as she could as she yelled her baby babble, no doubt demanding her daddy open the door, pick her up and love her right now.

Giggles were muffled into your palm, as she kept up with it.

Eventually, maybe when she realized that wasn’t working, Penny leaned over, wiggling around until she was on her tummy and the side of her head was resting on the carpet. You realized she was trying to look under the door for him and your heart clenched, hand flying over your chest as if you could grasp the organ.

You expected her to sit back up and go back to smacking the door but she remained there, a stubby finger absentmindedly trailing through the carpet as she stared through the thin crack, warm bathroom light and Eddie’s voice flooding out from underneath to comfort her as she waited.

Picking her up had crossed your mind, and so did the idea of how loudly she’d probably start screaming and crying if you did.

The two of you didn’t have to wait for long, the shower shut off and you could hear the sounds of the shower curtain rings scraping against the rod as Eddie pulled them back.

Panic briefly filled your chest as you realized Eddie probably wasn’t expecting his baby to be lying on the floor directly outside of the bathroom—he’d step on her, so you called out, “Heads up, Eddie, you’ve got a visitor.”

You didn’t hear a response, but a few moments later, the door opened to reveal your husband. Water droplets slipped down his neck and chest. He had one towel—that had definitely seen better days—wrapped around his waist and another (yours) he was using to scrunch up his sopping wet curls to dry them.

Eddie had heard you, shooting you a smirk before he addressed the baby beaming up at him, “Shower’s free if you wanna hop in, stinky.”

Penny had no idea what he was saying, it didn’t matter anyways because he said it in the same voice he used when he gave her kisses and held her to his chest so she was reaching up for him and he finally reached down—with clean hands—grasping her sides before she was hoisted into his arms. Penny wasted no time, mouth parting wide to mouth aggressively at his face and chin while she shook her head and wiggled about.

She was giving him kisses.

Or trying to eat him, she had little bursts of energy where she’d do that—attack you out of nowhere while you held her causing the both of you to break out laughing.

Eddie let her get it all out, and when she cooed, resting her cheek on his shoulder, he retaliated. Her cheeks and little neck rolls were smattered in his smacking kisses as she squealed and shrieked and wiggled but there was no escaping her daddy’s clutches now that she was finally in them.

When every inch of her available to him had been kissed, he turned towards you and you suddenly found yourself victim to two sets of identical crinkly brown eyes. A deep chuckle rumbled from Eddie as he padded over to where you stood, mischievous smirk making another appearance.

“Mommy’s turn.”

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politemenacephd · 3 months

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Rainy morning (18+)

Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader

Contents: Sleepy sex, overstimulation, Squirting/multiple orgasms, PinV sex, Spooning position, fluffy talking.

Word count: 1370

‘Mm- can I just, fuck—just a bit more, please—’

You squirmed as Miguel squished his fingers a little deeper inside you, gently circling them to get a perfect feel of your tight insides.

It was cold outside, the kind of cold that sent goosebumps up your arms the moment you lifted the sheets. The rain didn’t help either. It was cascading down in buckets, thick enough to blot out the morning sun, and your bedroom had been left in a soft, shadowy haze. The distant window was misty beneath the half-closed blinds, and the heavy patter of raindrops was the only sound.

Or, at least, it was the only sound, but now it was serving just to muffle the soft wet slap of skin from the neighbours.

It was the perfect morning to stay in and keep warm, Miguel had sleepily whispered when you'd offered to get coffee, the perfect morning to pamper his favourite person.

He’d already coaxed you to cum on his hand at least three times, but he clearly didn’t think you were warm enough.

You were trembling slightly as he fucked you with his hand. You were overstimulated to the max and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to stop, riding out the ache for that undeniable pleasure.

His fingers were huge, calloused and hard from constantly climbing and grappling. You could feel every scar, every ridge on his skin as he stroked the soft folds of your cunt from inside. They were delicious, and besides, you were too lazy to get up.

‘Fff- mm, fuck, that’s it’ you whimpered. He pumped them a few times just to see you sleepily mewl and wriggle on his hand.

‘So pretty’ he murmured to himself.

You’d stayed in the same spooning position you’d fallen asleep in, with one thigh slightly raised for easy entrance and his body at your back.

He looked obscenely lazy, naked in bed with his head in his hand, his red eyes roaming over your face as he moved his hands beneath the sheets.

He was all focused on you, but you could feel his erection on your lower back. He’d been eager to play with his precious pussy but wouldn’t let you touch him yet, and so he’d been throbbing against your spine for nearly half an hour now, utterly coating your skin in his pre-cum.

It was slippery and warm, and every so often you did feel him snap and start gently rubbing himself out against you.

‘So pretty. It’s so cute when you move like that’ he whispered.

‘Move like- mm- like, what?’ you panted.

You saw his eyes narrow over your shoulder. With a soft chuckle he angled his hand, perfectly nestling his fingers up against the ribbing of flesh that indicated he’d found your g-spot. He stroked it, lightly, and relished the way your hips jolted and bucked.

‘MM- Fuck, oh god, fuck—be, gentle, please’ you sleepily whined. He pressed an apologetic kiss to your cheek.

‘Okay, okay. Sorry. Just, one more orgasm and then I’ll fuck you, mm?’

He withdrew his fingers with a wet little pop. He kissed them first before slipping them back down to your clit, and after just a few stimulating circles on that swollen and overstimulated nub you orgasmed for him again.

‘Sigue así, mi amor, por Dios’ he breathed. Even he was surprised at how easily he’d tipped you.

His whispered praise barely reached you as those sweet pulsing ripples ripped through your clit to your core and beyond. It was pure heaven, but the moment it was over you collapsed. You were utterly exhausted.

Your breath was warm on your face as it hit the satin pillowcase. You were too tired to even shift your head.

As Miguel slipped his fingers out, he took the chance to indulge. He held up his hand and admired the strings of click on his fingers from where you’d cum. They were thick and long, perfect little pearly strings that clung to his fingers as he spread them, daintily glimmering in the dim streelight that filtered in. He greedily licked his index finger before squeezing the fat of your thigh with his used hand.

‘Mi amor?’

His soft words earned just a sleepy grunt from you.

‘Not asleep already, are you?’ he teased. His breath hit the little hairs on your nape, forcing you to shudder. That was proof enough for him that you were awake.

‘I think my baby’s ready’ he purred. ‘Would my pretty little thing like me to fuck them now?’

You let out another grunt, gently grinding your rear against his erect cock. He couldn’t help but groan at how wet you were, as his bulbous member slid easily between your cheeks and down into your thighs from the copious slick.

‘Mm—mm, you sure? You’re not too sore?’ he whispered.

‘Mm… please, please just fuck me, Miggy.' Your words were a little slurred, as you’d drooled all over the pillowcase, but Miguel heard them just fine.

He gave you one eager kiss on the shoulder before mounting.

With Miguel spooning you from behind he was half crushing your little body beneath him. The warmth and the weight was a comfort, as was his heartbeat thudding hard against your head, and in that sweet embrace you began to lull.

But then he entered you.

That cosy relaxation was disrupted by the familiar pinch of his cock as it impaled you. He was being as gentle as he could, just barely rocking back and forth inch by inch as he spread you wide, but it was still a tight squeeze. You felt his member circling the thick, velvet ring of your opening before stretching it out and pushing inside, and with one final wet slip he pushed right up to your guts.

You let out a small squeak, prompting him to sleepily nestle your cheek.

‘Shh, you’re all good. Well done. You did so good, mi corazón, now just relax. Just relax.'

You slowly settled back down as he gave a few test pumps, gently easing you out so that he fit more comfortably. You could feel his hefty pecs snuggly fitted around your head, and his abs had been stuck hard to your back from the pre-cum still smeared there.

You felt his biceps tense as he shifted his weight, his enormous, toned thighs easily wrapping around your own to pin them in place. You were soon tangled up in his limbs beneath the sheets.

Fuck, it was so wet.

You could feel yourself drifting off as he started to pump. That rhythmic rocking was perfect for lulling you back into blissful relaxation, as was the warmth and the pressure of his body. You felt your head sinking into the pillows as he fucked you slowly.

‘You feel, heavenly’ Miguel murmured to himself.

He nestled his head into your neck and yawned mid moan, his full lips lazily tracing from your collarbone to your jaw. You tilted your head to gentle bump his forehead.

‘Ah—fuck, that’s it. That’s it.’

Your joint pants merged as you nestled in together. You could feel each other’s breath, each other’s bodies moving in a messy synchronicity, as each pulse from his cock prompted a fluttery throb from your cunt.

‘You okay, mi amor?’

‘Mhm.’

At this point your eyes were closed, and you were savouring that sweet space between wakefulness and dreams. You were lost in a point where all you knew, all you would ever know, was the sweet sensation of him filling you. All you could hear was that wet thwap, that light smacking, and all you could feel was his girth sliding in and out of your thighs.

‘Mmm.’

His lips on your temple forced you to blink yourself awake.

‘No, mi amor, up you get’ he tenderly whispered. ‘I’m not done yet.’

He angled himself then to slide right up against your sweet spot. He moved his firm hands to lift your thighs, helping him reach your g-spot, and with just half of his shaft inside he started to lazily thrust back and forth. He was moving barely an inch each time and it was unbearable.

Soon you were just awake enough to start moaning again.

‘Oh—f-fuck, fuck that’s it, oh—Miggy, MM—’

‘There you go, that’s better. Gotta wake my sleepy baby up’ Miguel purred to himself.

With your bodies intertwined you let him lazily fuck you to his hearts content, all under the cover of the pounding rain outside.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x you #spider man 2099 #smut #miguel o'hara smut #gn reader

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shoyoist · 1 year

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Hi my name is virtue and i'm plagued (pos) by thoughts of how delightfully vocal hanma is in bed.

content: fem!reader. unprotected sεx, riding dⅰck<3 shuji is loud and talks so much. multiple rounds and οrgasms, overstim, use of the terms daddy and babydoll. manhandling. note: this took me so long i apologizey_y

— . ｡˚ ♡ hanma likes it best when you're just as vocal as he is.

“shuji—” your voice has nearly given out. your body is hot and sore and your skin glows with sweat under hanma's bedroom light. the slap-slap-slap! of skin against skin fills the room, along with your boyfriend's shameless moans and sighs of pleasure.

“say my name again, baby,” he groans, sliding his big hand down your waist to your ass, squeezing at the plush skin before giving it a sharp slap. “fuckin’ say it, and open your mouth—moan pretty for me, yeah?”

you're tired — hanma has been making you ride his cock for what feels like hours, and your legs are trembling, cunt and thighs messy with your slick and his cum, and your clit is begging for relief.

but he doesn't let you stop. “c'mon, dollface. fuck, you look so fuckin' good like this, mm?” he hisses through gritted teeth, hips jerking up to meet your body when your cunt flutters around him, making his dick throb. “tits so good when they bounce like ‘at. gotta— gotta fuckin' see em jump while i cum.”

god, he uses the most embarrassing fucking words sometimes— but you're so blissed out and dizzy on the feeling of his big, big cock inside you, that you can't give a damn.

“hhngh— shuji, ‘m tired.” you beg, grabbing hold of his arms and using them to hold yourself up, still being such a good girl as you fuck his cock, pussy drooling and pulsing hot and wet all around his girth. “please.”

“keep goin’, baby.” he moans so loud, throwing his head back and exposing the expanse of his throat for you, and you can see red lines from where you'd dug your fingers in and scratched him down the side of his neck— you want to lean in and kiss him there, but you think if you move forward too much right now, you might collapse.

hanma is nice enough to grab your hips and fuck up into you, lightening the effort. “heh,” he smiles, a drunken stretch to his lips — and his eyes lower to his cock, watching the way your cunt stretches out around him as he rolls his body up in slow, languid thrusts.

“was gonna put a— a ring on you for valentine's day, baby.” his laugh is breathy, partially a stuttered moan. he eyes the milky band of cum and slick that sits around the base of his cock, getting thicker every time you sink your pussy hilt-deep onto him— and his smile widens. “but it looks like you beat me to it. look at that.”

your face heats up in a furious blush, and hanma just chuckles at your expense as you shudder in his arms, feeling an orgasm coming but also feeling too exhausted to even tell him about it.

his dark, golden gaze scans you as you try to catch your breath, thinking you're so fucking pathetic and so pretty as you keep going, just incapable of saying no to him even when you're begging him to give you a break.

he knows you love getting fucked on his cock as much as he loves watching you get fucked on it. “talk t’ me, baby.” he coos, patting your cheek before wrapping sin around your throat and gently leading your lips to his.

your hips buckle then, and your ass smacks onto his thighs as you sit down on his dick and whine. “fuck—” he groans, choking on his words as he lets out a string of cusses under his breath. “little cunt did so good f’me, ah?”

“can’t— wanna cum, shuji.” your eyes flutter, rolling back into your head as you exhale and slump into his chest, upset as you feel the stimulation against your clit die down but you've worked enough for one night.

“kah— you tappin’ out on me?” he grins, squishing your cheeks in his big, big hand and giving your head a little shake. ”c’mon baby, give me a good time.”

“wanna cum,” you beg, tears dotting your lashline now. you wanna please him so bad, but you just cant. “shuji, shuji please. i … i did well already, mhm?”

you're so fucking cute. so damn good, so pretty and all his for the taking, he knows. you've pleased him plenty already, it's true. he's made you ride him and let him watch your tits bounce till he came three whole times into your pretty little pussy— and till you'd come undone, shaking and whimpering in his hands as you struggled to fuck his cock through your orgasm at least four times.

and hey, isn't valentine's day supposed to be an occasion where the man showers his woman in gifts, affection and love?

“alright, since you're askin’ so sweet.” he chuckles again, and when sin and punishment grip your waist again, they do it firmly and with force.

hanma lifts you off his cock easily, and you don't notice but it twitches, the vein that runs underneath throbbing heavily when you let out a sad little whine like you're sad it's not in you anymore— and he shushes you, pushing you down on your back across the sheets. “let daddy take care of you now, m’kay?” he giggles.

you blush again at the term that you always say is so embarrassing yet makes you so wet and obedient for him anyway — and as you nod, hanma climbs over you, trapping your body under his broad shoulders and between his long, lanky limbs. “just need you to say the words f’me, baby.” he says, taking hold of your legs under the knees and hooking them over his shoulders.

you feel your cunt open up, slick and fluttering in anticipation for him, and the sensation of the cool air washing over the sensitive flesh right before the blunt head of his cock presses over your hole — it has you keening.

he doesn't even have to instruct you. “please shuji, daddy—” you babble, needing him. “need you to fuck me ‘n help me cum. tired, so tired and i did well for you, didn't i daddy? need you to make me feel good now, please.”

and how could he ever say no?

“anyth—shit—anythin’ for my babydoll.” he hisses sharply, pushing his cock past your entrance and back into your warm, velvet cunt. his hands, the dark tattoos contrasting so prettily against his pale skin as he grips you tight, holding you in place as he thrusts in and slides himself into you in one go.

you cry out weakly, toes curling with the pleasure that rushes through you when he splits you open and his tip bumps your cervix— and he smiles down at you, golden eyes lidded and dopey. “yeah, ya like that? like how daddy can fuck his cock so deep into your little cunt?”

“mhm, mhm,” you nod, by now so blissed out that all you can do is moan and tell him mhm to every question he asks.

“baby's all fucked out already,” he tuts, giving you another thrust, the schlick! of his cock going in and out so loud it sends the most delicious shiver up his spine. he's going to fuck you so hard. “y’gonna match my energy, doll? gonna moan with me ‘n cry while you cum?”

“mhm,” you nod, mouth falling open as he thrusts harder, and your arms come up to wrap around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. “love you, shuji.”

god, he thinks, giggling into your mouth, biting into your swollen bottom lip. he's going to fuck you so damn hard, when you finally cum this one last time, it'll fucking knock you out.

notes: interactions, reblogs & feedback are much appreciated! come thirst with me in my asks<3 tagging: @katasstrophy here it is rivvy! hehe<3

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cyberrose2001 · 9 months

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TFP Starscream x Reader

This is for @condeeznutsfitinyomouth! Again, sorry your asks got eaten :(

They requested confessional sex with Starscream after you caught your boyfriend cheating! Hope this is what you were after, enjoy! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

Warnings: Confessional sex, cheating, afab reader, GN reader, human reader, starscream is domming but reader tops.

Word count: 869

You hate that you knew it was coming. You predicted it immediately when your calls went straight to voicemail and left you on read. And last night, that deep feeling in your gut didn’t lead you on as he did. No, because your boss had let you off early, and you came home to find some random car parked in your driveway.

You were furious, full of unbridled rage, as you stormed into your house and made a bee-line to your shared bedroom. It reeked of sex, and the look on this douchebag's face when we saw you, death staring at him from the door, was laughable. He was terrible at keeping his dirty secrets.

But you had a secret up your sleeve, too—the knowledge and companionship of a sleek alien robot jet. You met Starscream a long time ago; a total asshole who wouldn’t let you off this ship called the Nemesis. Something about being ‘live human bait for the human empath, Optimus Prime’. But you had sweet-talked him enough to let you at least have some freedom.

Over time, though, your fears of being involved with an alien fizzled out when you started to confide in one another unintentionally. You would express how much of a doormat your boyfriend made you feel, and Starscream would also express how much of a doormat Megatron made him feel. Together, you both created a home where there are no doormats. And ultimately, no regrets.

After you had kicked out your now ex-boyfriend and his little protégé in cheating relations, you contacted Starscream to meet you on the outskirts of Jasper to vent out your frustrations. What you never expected, though, was to have that deep gut feeling replaced with the gut-deep feeling of his upwards thrusts.

Propped up against a dusty boulder was Starscream, with you in his lap. His sharp silver talons tightly grip your hips, guiding you up and down on his sleek yet rigid metal spike. His scarlet optics focused on your squishy body pressed against him, as well as your face, twisted in beautiful pleasure and heated anger.

“That’s it. Tell me how much you loathe that wretched human boy.”

Oh, you wish he could see you now. To watch his ego deflate as you impale yourself on a dick that’s much, much larger than his.

“F-Fuckin’ hate him,” Your voice shakes from your rage and the inability to cohere a single sentence, “Asshole, he never loved -hggff- me.”

“He never satisfied you, didn’t he?” Starscream sneers, moving a servo to your face to squish your cheeks together. His other servo pushes your hips further down his spike to meet with his thrusts.

“N-No.”

He growls and leans close to your ear, “And I am willing to bet that my spike feels significantly more pleasurable than whatever that mere human possesses, is that right?”

“Mhmm,” You mumble, but it soon transitions into screaming as Starscream forces his spike so fucking deep in you that you start to see stars.

“I want a verbal answer,” He growls again, and it’s so delicious and smooth against your ear that it nearly sends you over the edge, “You know I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

“Yes, fuck!” You cry out, and your head rests on Starscreams shoulder once his servo returns to your hip, “F-Feels so good, so much better than him.”

“Good, little pet,” Starscream pounds into you with reckless abandon, purely focused on bringing you to orgasm. His venting is rough, full of equal zest for the anticipation of overloading in you, “Now, my dear, scream my name as if he can hear you.”

And you do. You clamp down on his spike and let out the filthiest moan of his name that actually echos off the rocks and reverbs around you, with the full intention of wanting him to hear. Your ears are ringing from the loudness and the explosive orgasm that shakes your body like an earthquake.

“There you go, let the whole world know who you -hgghn- belong to.” Starscream is close behind. The ever-increasing momentum of his hips becomes more stagnant until he groans and releases his transfluids deep inside you, vocaliser fluttering and turning into static. He’s throbbing against your walls, filling you to near breaking point, and you have no choice but to collapse your entire body weight against him.

“Fuuuck,” You mewl. Your thighs are shaking, and your voice is croaky. And your heart is booming against your ribcage so hard you’re sure Starscream can feel it.

After Starscream returns from his high, he takes the opportunity to wrap his arms loosely around you in an attempt to give you some rare affection before you can question what the fuck just happened between you two.

“There, doesn’t that feel so much better?” Starscream hums, stroking lines across your back. It’s soothing and a welcomed distraction from the welts forming on your waist from his sharp digits. You whine in reply, eyes fluttering shut weakly.

“Mmm, I thought so,” He sighs, an ever so slight smile encompassing his dermas, “Shall we return to the Nemesis?”

Let’s just say you got your revenge on your ex a few more times that night.

#transformers #transformers prime #tfp #tfp starscream #tfp starscream x reader #valveplug #cyberrosewrites

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oddinarylani · 7 months

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epilogues to 'i just wish you cared about me'

pt 1: chan, lee know, changbin, hyunjin

a/n: part twos to continue off of the original post, i'll work on maknae line soon.

𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷.↴

there was a sea of green surrounding you. mountains covered in a wash of evergreens intermingled with low hanging clouds and misty fog surrounded the house. the air smelled different there, the humidity nearly smelling sweet - it was fresh and green and freeing. chan had chosen the vacation spot himself and surprised you with the trip, asking you to pack your things and not ask any questions until you arrived. funny enough, when you both arrived, you were too breathless to speak, instead leaning your cheek into his shoulder with awe, your arm wrapped around his waist as your eyes feasted on the display before you. black detailing accentuated the house against the greenery of the forest, it stood out proudly - strong. nearly every wall was lined with floor to ceiling windows, and a waterfall cascaded on a cliff side just across the second floor balcony.

“chris…” you turned to him, still sleepy and jet lagged from the flight over, a hat sitting low on your brow. “you-you didn’t have to do this.” he grasps your hand, luggage in the other, and lead you to the front door where he keyed in a code to enter. “of course i did.” he chuckles cheekily, smiling as he pulled you inside and left your bags by the front door.

inside was just as beautiful as the outside of the house, similar black detailing with dark wood accents. your lips remain permanently parted, eyes wide and agape with awe. “i think i might cry, honestly.” you laugh a bit, your hand coming to cover a small bit of your mouth as your eyes watered with happiness.

you wouldn’t have guessed that seven months into your relationship with chris that you’d be smitten, head over heels, and everything in between. “no noooo, don’t cry.” he grabs you by the waist to pull you into his arms, swinging you from side to side as giggles fill the room. “this is crazy, no one’s ever done something like this for me before.” you laugh more when you feel the water building in your eyes, feeling beyond happy.

“well i’ll just have to be the first, hm? you deserve it!” his sweater clad hands find your face and your cheeks squish together a bit as he does so. he’s bare faced and so adorable it makes your heart wrench - everytime he smiles it shows in his eyes and the corners of his mouth smoothly wrinkle. it didn’t matter what he did, what he wore, or how he looked - your heart would soar with adoration every time you looked at him.

“this is- i can’t- how long are we staying?” you ask, hands still resting around his waist.

“fourteen days.” it’s followed by an attempt to wipe the smug smile from his face, but the house fills with his laughter anyway when he sees your reaction.

“christopher! oh my gosh!” you bury your hands in your face as you feel the tears will actually spill any moment now.

“it’s okay, baby, it’s okay. i got off work for youuu and i pushed my deadlines baaack, it’s all good!” he wraps you in his big arms again and you quickly follow, burying your face in his chest.

seven days on your trip, halfway through, and you never wanted it to end. your home was beautiful but this was different. every morning you woke to rain and the sound of the waterfall on the opposite mountainside waking you from slumber with kisses to your ears. coffee was shared with chris on the balcony, he’d wear a jacket with nothing underneath and shorts and it wasn’t the first time you admired him, no, absolutely not, but this trip brought something different out in him.

he was effortlessly gorgeous. the milky bathe of his skin against his clothes always made him look the prettiest. in reality, he didn’t have to do much to look beautiful. he just was. it made you want to scream, but also made you long to just stare at him a moment longer. the heart shaped curve of his lips, the darkness of his hair, the spread of his collarbones and chest, the column of his neck - you could go on.

sleep still weighed on your eyes, but you looked over to him one morning with your head resting on the chair you sat on. mist wafted through the crisp air - you wore only his shirt and underwear so the morning breeze kissed your legs and brought goosebumps in it’s wake. “hey, look at me.” you had said. “hm?” he raises his head and looks at you, really looks at you, and feels a bit of flush creeping up his cheeks at just the sight of you looking at him.

“you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen.”

and maybe it was the lack of filter you faced in the mornings or it was just the swell of your heart in your chest, but either way you were left with a flustered chris in your hands - his cheeks and ears red and his eyes looking elsewhere. “stop,” he draws out, face in his hands. “i should be telling you that.”

“oh we can make this a battle, i’ll win for sure.” you’re confident, the rain picks up a little.

“you think so, huh? bring it on.”

cue you proving effortlessly that he was prettier - though he argued back easily (still red in the face though) it ended in a draw. the decision never made, and chan now truly puddy in your hands.

the rain yet again woke you from slumber, your eyes remained closed for a moment more as it bring you from sleep in the quiet haze of your bedroom. chan laid next to you, sprawled though his hand remained on your waist, the other tucked up under his pillow. his hair was curled and sweet and he looked so peaceful. peaceful like you’d never seen him before. he wakes a moment later and you’re already reaching for your camera.

“noooo, don’t take pictures yet. let me put on makeup or something.” he chuckles, burying his face into his pillow as his bare back was now exposed to you.

“let me, please? you look so pretty right now, i have to.”

he let you, only after coffee and when he’d woken up some more. you returned him to the bed with his hand in your own, and you told him to just sit.

he gets himself comfortable, shaking out his hair some more before covering his legs in the covers and looking at your lense. “there, like that.” you kneel one knee into the bed and snap a photo at the perfect angle. you take some more of him sitting up, a few as he stretched and the light hit his ripple of muscle adoringly. his body was perfect to photograph, all that hard work showed in his muscle pattern, the depth and reaches of his skin as it naturally contoured.

you order him to lay down now, which he does so on his side with his hand supporting his head. “hey,” he nods his head. “how you doin?” of course, since it’s chris, he can’t finish it without laughing. “you’re a dork.” you smile behind the camera, still snapping one in his ridiculous pose.

you snap more until you have him lay with his head on the pillows and you swing a leg around to straddle his waist. one hand naturally comes to rest on your hip, the other tucks into the pillow behind his head. “so handsome.” you smile, snapping some before he pauses, smiling softly to himself. you lower your camera a bit as his hand comes to rest on your cheek, his thumb stroking your soft skin.

“i love you.” he says, suddenly. your cheeks flush, but you have the perfect idea. you bring your camera back up with his hand steady on your face still, and snap a picture.

“i love you more, baby.” you kiss his palm, sitting back on his lap as he leans back up, now resting on his palms as you look over the last few you’ve snapped. his hand reaches perfectly just out of frame, and you admire the shine of love in his gaze that you’ve managed to capture.

“you look so sweet here,” you frown, showing him the photo.

he groans, ever his own worst critic. “show that to no one, please.” you lean forward, pressing a kiss to the side of his face.

“oh it’s gonna be my lockscreen for sure.”

𝓵𝓮𝓮 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀.↴

bathed in warmth, heart pumping, blood rushing, washing over your cheeks with a warm flush - putting pinks in your skin, keeping you warm - minho’s careful sweet gaze flutters over your face with admiration of your existence. you were alive. wildly so. it shows in the cuts in your cuticles, the bruises underneath your skin, the redness under your eyes when you were tired, your need to eat - to bathe - to sleep. minho’s gaze turns somber, looking over your face as if he was thinking (he always was)

he’s positive the last of his humanity has left him. he can’t remember.

how your hair curled around the pillow, looking up at him like he hung the moon and stars in the sky. “what’s wrong?” you ask, noticing the stained pink corner of his mouth, and running your thumb over it. he takes your hand before you can pull it from him, turns it over smoothly to kiss your knuckles. “nothing.” it’s simple, sealed with a smile, and he leans back into his palm to look over you in your bed.

“you’re thinking.” you note simply, holding onto his hand to feel the ripple of chill off his skin. “i’m always thinking.” his brow raises, ever smug as minho typically was.

your eyes roll lightheartedly. “that i know.. what i don’t know, is what troubles you.”

his lips tug to the side, you could see his brain working now, wondering if he should tell you or not, pondering over the possibilities. his brow furrows again, this time he looks over your hand, admiring the shine of gold on your finger, reminding you of your love forever awaiting.

“what you said, a few nights ago. about wanting to be changed. that’s what troubles me.”

you frown softly, wishing to wipe the concern from his handsome face - worry didn’t suit the gold gleam of his eyes, you liked it better when he was smiling. you push yourself to your elbow, matching his gaze now. “i know it does… but it’s a wish i have to stay by your side.”

“you can live out the rest of your days by my side, grow old and i’d still love you.” he assures.

even just at the sound your heart breaks. “but i want to live centuries with you, i won’t be beautiful when i’m old.”

his hands smooth over your cheeks, fingers parting when they meet your ears, and he raises your gaze to look at him. “i’ll always want you, even when you age.”

you smile softly, leaning forward to press your lips to his own just once before parting. “i still wished to be turned. i think it would be cool.”

“cool? my centuries of torment were cool?” he chuckles, laying beside you now. “i didn’t mean it like that! but we’d be a cool power couple.”

minho yet again is left with the tangle of his feelings, unable to make up his mind, feeling as though he wouldn’t please you no matter the outcome. the reality of becoming a vampire was a death beyond comprehension, he wouldn’t wish it on anyone. yet, the idea of ever having to leave you behind tortures him as well.

“i wish you saw the value in your life.” his voice is soft, a level of sentimental you rarely saw in him. he always kept composure, always quick with a comeback - fast with wit. but to see him melt in the face of your request, leaves your chest aching a bit.

you shuffle closer to him, cupping the back of his head to let him roll to rest on your chest. “i do have value, i promise you. but i’ll always want you.” your fingers stroke through his hair.

“this-” he grabs your hand, admiring the heat coming from your body. “this heat. your heart-” his hand falls to your chest, feeling the beat steady. “blood. and warmth. is what i admire. what i miss.” every bit of you is warm, minho could melt to this heat every time he touched you.

“there is one thing you’ll want more than me when you become one.”

your head quirks, looking down to him on your chest until his golden gaze meets yours. “blood.”

you came to an agreement over the following weeks - you’d decided long ago your love for minho, and remained firm in your request. the change would be a few feverish days until your heart would stop and you’d eventually turn, he prepared the castle in that time, and stood by your side from the very moment his fangs sank into your neck.

the fever was unbearable, a few hours of writhing between sleep which you could barely catch. minho would come in with soft words and glasses of blood to soothe the ache in your bones.

everything stopped when your heart did, and the fever melted away in a few hours. you stood from the bed in your night dress, hair falling over your neck where your bite seemed to stop throbbing. upon trudging to a mirror - you see the shine of gold in your eyes, the stretch of fangs in your mouth, and the beauty in your frozen complexion.

“m-minho-” you call weakly on wobbly legs, moving to the door where you nearly collapse into it’s frame.

he’s there in the blink of an eye, catching you before you can fall. “did you-” when you look up at him, he freezes in the gaze of your eyes, his chest aching in a way he hadn’t felt in years.

“my god,” his hands find your cheeks, he brings you in, firmly kissing you. “you’re so beautiful, so so beautiful,” he chuckles, wrapping his arms around you before you both melt to the floor.

he told you endlessly of your beauty when you were human, but every time he said it you still felt the flutter of butterflies in your chest. maybe it was the phenomenon of vampiric attraction, but you felt like the bond between you was getting stronger by the second - almost leaving you light headed as he cradled you on the red carpet.

“that was… really hard. glad it’s over.” he sees the lethargic energy of your limbs, the slow blink of your eyes, and he smooths his hands over your hair, leaning in to kiss you once more.

“i know, my love. but all is well, you thirsty?”

“like you could never believe.”

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓫𝓲𝓷.↴

changbin had left earlier in the day for a family meeting, and you’d decided to surprise him for your date tonight. your few friends you had in the business had let you know that they were busy, so you were taking off alone with enough savings that a little surge of excitement shot up in your stomach at the thought of your plan. you grabbed a coffee before walking in, pushing your sunglasses up into your hairline, greeting the associate that welcomed you and asked for your card to hold on the back counter.

“dressing area four is open, an associate will help you with your fitting shortly.” the man had nodded his head in quick thanks as he walked your card to the check out counter. a glass of champagne was offered to you as you sat, waiting for the assistant to bring out a few selections.

your marriage was changbin was ever impressive in your mind. of course, neglecting the analytical side of you, the one you perfected for your line of work - it was nothing short of a miracle. but he changed. did you ever think it possible? maybe. in some hopeful section of your heart, you longed for the best in him. months and months had gone by since your accident, your wounds turned to scars, your sourness blossomed into something much more beautiful - it was a testament of your own growth. you loved him. truly and terribly. and you wanted nothing more than to continue this journey of life, to see where it would take you. the thought of him made giddiness arise in you, and you weren’t like that. not with anyone. besides him.

“i’m looking for a nice dress to wear to a date tonight with my husband, i really want to surprise him.” you explained, tucking your hands into your thighs. they asked a few more questions about color, fabric, style, and length of your preferred vision before walking off to bring other suggestions.

“this is tom ford, spring collection of twenty-nineteen.” the assistant explains, handling the dress with gloves as he holds it by the hanger, giving it a wide birth to feast your gaze upon. your eyes dance over the stretch of fabric, an off-the-shoulder and black velvet masterpiece.

“i’ll try that.” you nod, feeling your phone vibrate in your pocket - quick to pull it out to see your husband’s name across the front.

“hey!” you say cheerfully, changbin chuckles. “hey, babe. what’re you doing?”

the assistant hangs the dress in the fitting room, you disappear behind it’s curtain after thanking him, putting your phone between your shoulder and cheek to shimmy it off the hanger. “oh nothing, what about you?”

“hmm, i don’t know, sounds like you’re up to something.” he hums, behind the sound of his voice it sounds like he might be in a car - wind rustling and a faint honk in the distance.

“nothing for you to worry about until our date, now tell me what you’re up to.” he can hear the smile in your voice, completely contagious he catches himself smiling as well, gripping the steering wheel as he weaves through city traffic.

“ah, i see. i’m on my way to the second meeting, just wanted to call and see what you were up to.”

you start pulling on the dress past your legs, feeding an arm through with your phone still expertly wedged with your cheek. “ah, how was the first one?” you wonder.

he tells you the first meeting was terribly boring, as the both of you expected. a few updated trials for members who’d been caught, he’d even seen your parents. quite a few operations were changing, and the second meeting was for more exclusive members of the family. you’d finished putting on the dress, even zipping yourself up before walking out of the fitting room, saying your goodbyes and wishing him a well afternoon.

the assistant has nothing but amazing things to say about the fit of the dress and the way the mid-section compliments the waist accentuation - with that you were sold. all you had to do was go home and prepare for the rest of the date, high on the feeling of your short phone call, anticipating the look on his face when you stepped out in the dress.

you wore his favorite perfume, the one he always complimented when you wore it, and styled your hair in a loose kind of fashion. “i’m home!” he calls from the entryway, the sound of the closing door behind him alerts you as you finish up on your hair, adding finishing touches to your makeup. “i’m getting ready!” you call back. “the restaurant called, making sure we were good for our reservation.”

you separately got ready for the date for a moment, music playing quietly from the speaker near your vanity, when changbin stepped out of the shower to dress, you’d slipped into the closet to find your dress, shimmying it on, and stepping out a moment later.

since the neckline cut pretty low, you wore a simple necklace and other dainty type jewelry, your heel was low - changbin was standing in front of the full length mirror in the corner of your bedroom, fixing the collar of his button down before he catches glimpse of you behind him and he turns around, hands still fixated on his collar.

“baby, you look so beautiful.” he’s all smiles, coming up to you to grasp both of your hands. he’s dumbstruck, completely in awe - and holds your hands out to get a good look at you. “prettiest girl in the whole world.” he beams. there’s never been a moment he’s felt quite like this - at nearly every opportunity he looks at you he can’t help but smile. even when it’s five am and he wakes you up accidentally for a job. even when you’re standing in the kitchen with glasses on and your pjs are still on and it’s three pm. he’s never been so sure of something, so sure of you. how lucky he was, and how he’d never stop fighting to remind you you were loved.

your heart swells with the sweetness in his words and eyes, you let him twirl you when he raises your conjoined hands, and you chuckle at his antics. “i was actually trying this on when you called,” your arms come to circle his shoulders, his own resting at your waist, eyes still dancing over the sight of you. “i knew you were up to something.” he says so positively.

“finish getting ready, love.” you pat his shoulder, but not before he leans in - his lips pressed to your own for a brief moment before he continues getting ready. your heart beats wildly in your chest at the familiar fiery feeling of his lips, only smiling wider as he parts and walks back to the mirror.

“how’d i get so lucky?” he turns around, fixing a thin bracelet to his wrist. in his eyes in a kind of mischievous glint, you can only guess what he’d say next with a look like that in his eyes.

“with what?” you ask, legs crossed on the bed, ever awaiting what would come out of his mouth.

“with you.”

he’d surely be the death of you.

𝓱𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓳𝓲𝓷.↴

“i wish to paint you.” his voice left his throat, with it came the soft muffle as not to be heard from others. he was sat on his throne next to your own - his father and mother before him, draped in precarious colors and wraps of fabric, a scepter beside his father’s left hand, his mother’s hands folded curiously in her lap.

your gaze bats to the sight of his face, how did he look when he said this? you wondered. so you looked. he was focused forward still, as if the sound never left his lips. “you wish to paint me?” you asked, cheeks terribly pink and hands beginning to fidget in your lap.

“would you let me?” he angles his mouth only a fraction in your direction - the words were in fact spoken to you. you think for a moment, in the quiet of the chamber of the king, in the stillness of your own brain. he watches you blink, once, then twice, before you fully turn to him.

“if it pleases you, of course.”

you received what you’d been longing for - a loving husband. there was no one else in the world that you could share the kinds of conversation you could with hyunjin. he was always listening, always there, a promise he’d yet to break. it stole the breath from your lungs, the day and night change he was able to achieve. he’d proven himself time and time again that he did in fact love you - and you only hoped your love could show just as strong.

in the mornings now, as you awoke from the maids, they’d learn to part after they had ensured the both of you were awake - as now you would dress for the day together. you’d slide his shirts over his shoulders, dressing him only after he had dressed you - that he made a point to do every morning. you button him with a tenderness only you could, drape his shoulder pieces - a half cape only meant to cover his left arm, and tentatively bring his long hair back into a half-up half-down style. this was all after he would slide your stocking’s up your legs, kissing just above your knee as he always did, loosely tying your corset to ensure your comfort, and slide his hands down your shoulders when he was finished, asking if you felt comfortable.

routine with hyunjin wasn’t just routine or existence, it felt like living. like any moment was one where the excitement of what was to come next was ever waiting. he began contributing more to the communities in the kingdom that needed attention, you both taking time from your schedules to volunteer for those in need, working in the government of the kingdom to ensure everyone had equal opportunity to thrive. he’d also began opening up to you about his love for art - how it was something he’d done since he was young.

frequently you’d find him on the stair steps of the art school, with children peering over the shoulders of their prince as he’d paint and sketch, teaching the young ones of art.

“a-ah, hyunjin. is this appropriate?” you asked, your hands quickly darting to push up a loose strap-like sleeve of your corset, pulling down your frilled shorts in fear of them riding up your legs.

he’s discarded his proper attire, instead wearing a relaxed white button down and brown trousers rolled at the ankle. his fingers carefully set a primed canvas on a stand just before his low sitting stool, his brow is gently lifted at the sound of your worried voice, and he walks to you, sitting down just before you to adjust the straps so that they laid off your shoulders, exposing your decolletage beautifully.

“you look beautiful.” he promises gently, moving to grasp your hands in his chilly ones. slowly he presses forward to plant a kiss between your brow, and your face warms at the feeling, some of your anxieties soothed. “but are you uncomfortable? do you wish to change?” his thumb strokes over the back side of your hands.

“no, it’s okay. you wanted this outfit, and no one will see it?” the suppleness of your skin is only amplified by the gentle press of your corset, and though he is indeed your husband, and seen much if not all of your skin, the roundness of your legs extended from the shorts makes his heart swell with the sweetness.

“you’re mine, i am yours,” he promises, his fingers tapping the underside of your chin. “you have only my gaze, no one else's.”

he asks for you to lay on the bed, the palms of your hands holding up your upper half as to accentuate the natural curve of your chest, the bone and muscle that lays beneath it - the softness of your legs, and the intimate draw of your clothing.

“beautiful,” he says passively, fixing the sheets on the bed to ripple before he sits down to begin painting.

“i’ll get the outline at least, to not have you sitting there so long. then i can do detail later.”

“mm.” you nod, looking away as he begins to paint.

ten or so minutes into painting, the soft draw of the paintbrush on the canvas the only sound in the room, he speaks. “would you look at me, love?” he asks. and how were you to deny his request when he asked so sweetly.

“since you asked so nicely.” you smile, turning to face him.

he smiles, chuckling shortly as he continues. now every time his gaze darts to your form on the bed, your eyes meet. a certain kind of adoration fills you - a love that causes your heart to swell fervently. to be painted by the hands of the man you loved so dearly, the idea itself melts you further to the mattress.

“wait-” he calls, sitting into his spine, looking over his work, then back to you only to get lost in thought.

“what is it, darling?” you ask.

“i have an idea.”

he nears you then, the palette of his paints on his hand - smeared, dried, clumped together from previous projects. only the finest of splatters of blue have tainted his shirt, he sits before you, drawing out his brush.

“can i paint on you? just a bit.”

you nod, “of course.”

he steadies his first stroke, pinky resting on the skin of your thigh before he paints a long white stripe down the side of your thigh, smooth and straight. the paint is cold, his hands have warmed, he closely focuses, incorporating a swirl of green, and a tiny design of flowers around the white stripe and now what is a vine. you smile as he works, remaining still as ever as he does so.

next, he leans forward, creating a similar design on the stretch of your neck where muscle runs up your shoulder to the column of your throat - there he paints a similar design. if you were still before, you were ice now, truly frozen as he worked strokes to his idea.

when he finishes, he leans back and smiles, moving to kiss the side of your head before he moves back to the canvas. “there we go.”

you smile as he sits. “hey,”

his head lifts, looking at you expectedly.

“i love you.”

shout out to bon iver for this one.

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strlingsav · 11 months

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Fantasy: Two

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Warnings: None.

Requested: @dantenyhpmir 🫶🏻

Simon's fingertips traced the curve of your spine, his touch leaving goosebumps in its wake. Your head, buried against his chest, cradled inside the warmth of his bicep, lifted to find his eyes. They were warm, received with a loving stare that made his heart pound just a bit harder.

"You feelin' alright?" He asked, the ghost of his fingertips sending a tingle up your back.

He could feel your muscles tense when he tickled the sensitive spot below your shoulder blade- it was something he'd grown fond of, though kept secret just to watch you twist and grin lazily.

His view of you was partially obscured by the hair falling in your face; loose tendrils framing your flustered expression. He'd draw your hair back with an attempted gentleness, watching your eyes flicker to his.

You hummed, drawn out and deep with tiredness. "Tired, worn out," You grinned.

"Y'can tell me if it was too much."

You shifted your head to look at him. "It wasn't. I really enjoyed it, actually."

He nodded, digesting your words, feeling a bit of pride in making you so comfortable, feel so good.

"Glad to hear it."

He pulled the covers over you, wrapped you in his arms and kept you tucked into his side. He liked feeling your deep breaths fan over his chest, your hands lazily strung across his torso, your thigh hooked over his.

It was serene; something you wanted to seal away, keep close for the days he wasn't there. When you'd fall asleep by yourself, void of his warmth and baritone telling you goodnight, you'd love to be brought back here- where it was quiet, and warm, and peaceful.

Your ear to his chest, you'd listen for his heartbeat, try to match your breathing with his as if it would somehow prove you were meant to be. But it wasn't synchronicity, it was your touch, your eyes, your smell; it was all in the way his body was drawn to you, without fail.

He loved just how well you fit into him, latched onto his body and stayed there even when you slept. More often than not, he'd watch you sleep- study the crease between your brows, the soft snores leaving your lips.

It was moments like those that made Simon weak. The vulnerability, the way you clung to him, searched him out even in your deepest subconscious. He wondered what you did when he was gone; if you tucked a pillow between your thighs and wished it was him.

The light of your bedside lamp illuminated his face, enough that you could see his lazy blinks. Everything was slow, and sleepy, an abyss of comfort you could dive into and drown in.

"You want some water?" He asked, his voice hoarse.

You shook your head, your cheek squishing against the smooth skin of his chest. Your hand danced across his chest, your palm flattening against his abdomen.

"I'm fine," You yawned. Suddenly concerned by his lack of input, your head jolted up to look at him. "Was it too much for you?" You raised your brows.

"No," He said. "Not at all."

"Good," You offered a sheepish smile, relaxing back into your pillow of soft flesh.

"You sore?"

"Just a bit- nothing painful."

"Get you a hot bath tomorrow," He said, moving his hand to stroke more hair from your face.

"Sounds nice. Are you joining me?"

"Can if y'like. Not sure I'll fit."

You hummed, dissatisfied. "We'll make it work."

His hand drew soft circles on the small of your back, while the other left fleeting touches to your cheek, petting the hair above your temple. It was rhythmic, nearly hypnotizing as you fought to stay awake.

Your eyelids were droopy, your breathing levelling out as your heart slowed.

"Y'should sleep," He said, pulling the covers up over your shoulder.

He'd noticed the way your eyes rolled shut, the way your lips relaxed as you fell into him. He knew you were tired, fighting it off to spend more time in the relaxing oasis you'd created together, but he refused.

"I like it like this," You fought back.

"I know y'do- but you'll be tired if y'don't."

"You're not tired?"

"I am. Just like watchin' you."

You furrowed your brows, "Not much interesting happens when I sleep."

"You talk."

You furrowed your brows, "What do I say?"

"Nonsense, mostly. Not much different than when you're awake."

You scoffed, threatening to pull away when he tugged you in tighter, a deep chuckle vibrating through his chest.

"Bastard," You chided, a smile hidden from his view as you buried your face in his chest.

He rolled his head to the side, ignoring your pestering.

"Y'like it."

You drew a brow up, a facade of deliberation on your face before you exhaled a long sigh.

"Don't get cocky," Your voice was nonchalant, quickly declining to a whisper as you fought the impending tide of sleep.

"You're supposed to be goin' t'sleep," He interjected, cutting off any ideas you had of baiting him into a new conversation.

You sighed, no longer interested in fighting, undeniably exhausted beyond the ability to protest.

He squeezed you, pressing his lips to your forehead with a softness that made your eyes flutter shut.

He liked the teasing, the way you'd say exactly what was on your mind. He could never get enough, not when you could make him smile, genuinely, nor when you slotted yourself into his side and felt comfortable enough to fall asleep in his arms.

"Goodnight," You whispered, kissing the muscle of his chest.

"Night, sweetheart. Let me know if y'need anythin'."

You hummed with appreciation, before shutting your eyes. Your mind focused in on the rhythm of his breathing, the feeling of his rough hands holding you tightly against his side, and drifted off.

#cod mw2 #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mwii #mwii #simon riley #strlingsavwrites

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hi 😭 I just came from your Taeyong Feel Me! It’s really good and love it so much ! CanI request arranged marriage au with Taeyong plss ?? Thank youuuu 🫶🏻

a/n: OH MY GOD YESSSSSSSSSSSSS

Our little secret

FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF

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Taeyong!! you stomp one foot on the ground, an expression Taeyong can only describe as painfully adorbale settles on your face. "Let's go! Use those long legs the gods blessed you with and RUN!"

You yell as you watch your boyfriend casually jog over to you, the wind whipping his grey flannel behind his tall figure. Once he's right in front of you and you're peering up at his sparkling boba eyes, he swiftly swipes a kiss.

"What'd I say about that pouty face of yours,hm?" he asks, brows rasied as if lecturing a kid.

You narrow your gaze as your roll your eyes. "You can't help but kiss me..."

He chuckles out a a grin as he squishes your cheeks, before taking your hand in his. "So, where do you wanna go now?"

Your eyes roam around the empty amusement park, your heart unable to pick where to explore next. It was your four year anniversary, and since you haven't been to an amusement park in a long time Taeyong rented it out for the night - Just for the two of you, away from the chaos of his idol life.

You worked as a stylist for Taeyongs junior group, Nct Dream, so the two of you never really interacted much before; It was only until your best friend, Mark, invited you out to dinner with Haechan and Taeyong- ever since your first proper, encounter Lee Taeyong never left your thoughts.

"Oh let's go to the photo booth!"

Taeyong chuckles. "Again?"

You nod frantically as you beging to pull his arm towards the booth for the second time tonight. "We have to use props this time!"

Taeyong, who would never complain if it meant seeing that bright smile on your face, complies as your throw various items on him and yourself.

"Babe, can we atleast get something to eat afterwards?" despite the slight whine, Taeyong still had an adoring smile on his face as he watched you pull all kinds of faces for the camera.

You suddenly jump on his lap, eyes wide. Grabbing his soft cheeks, you stick your bottom lip out. "awww is Taeyongiee hungry?"

Taeyong chuckles at your adorably asked question, "yes, very hungry actually. I feel like eating some ramen and soju, should we get that?"

"YES!"

Within 10 minutes you two had wrapped up your photobooth time, and now seated under the night sky and fairy lights with a bottle of soju and some steaming ramen. As you at Taeyong couldn't help but sneak in glances- even after four years he could just never get enough of you, you and your undying beauty.

"Marry me."

You nearly choked on your food.

Taeyong continues to smile as you dab your mouth with a napkin, before settling your gaze with his.

"I'd love to Tae," your smile falters slightly, but you hoped he didn't notice. "But you know we can't, the company-"

"Who says the company has to know?" you rasie an eyebrow, and Taeyong reaches to take your hands in his. "In fact, who says anyone has to know?"

You laugh, unable to know if he was serious or not. "So you're saying we should elope?"

His gaze started to look more stern, "You never wanted a big wedding anyways, and neither did I."

"Taeyong we need a witness."

"I trust Mark, and you do too." he stated simply, and then begins to remove a ring from his finger, and slides it into your ring finger.

"You don't think the guys would find it suspicious if we both start wearing rings on our ring fingers?"you inquire, uable to hide the small smile as you admire the look of his ring on your finger.

"It doesn't have to be rings. We could get matching bracelets, or necklaces even? You prefer bracelets anyway, right?" you look up into his eyes, and his gaze told you the raw sincerity and truth of his words. He wanted this, he wanted to marry you and make you his wife.

"I do prefer bracelets," you smile. "But I'm keeping this ring though, it's pretty." he laughs at your response.

"So.... is that a yes?"

You stand up and make your way over to his side, before comfortably seating yourself in his lap. You nod. "Yes it can be our little secret."

Taeyong hums as his gaze fixes on your inviting lips. "One just for Lee Taeyong and Lee Y/n."

You chuckle before settling into the kiss, Taeyong's arms wrapped securely around your waist, and yours drapped around his neck.

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3 months later

You and Taeyong carried out your daily lives as per usual, with nothing changing other than the fact that you two are married.

You walk around the SM building, to the cafe to grab a few snacks and a drink. You walk in and see that the cafe is busy with so many people chatting and laughing.

You go behind the line and wait to order your drink and snack. As you look around the area, you find Taeyong and Johnny walking in. You wave at them and mouth towards them to come over.

Taeyong lights up when he sees you, and walks over. "Hey guys, what are you doing here?" Johnny walks right behind Taeyong. "Oh we're here to grab drinks for us and the guys."

You smile at Johnny's response, "Ohhhh." Taeyong couldn't help but just stare into your eyes lovingly. You move a bit closer to Taeyong just so your able to whisper into his ear. "Babe, stop looking at me like that." He looks at you dumbfoundedly "Like what?"

Johnny looks up from his phone, "Like your gonna marry her right now or something." he laughs a little and goes back to looking at his phone.

Both yours and Taeyong's face turned red. You look at Taeyong with a serious gaze, "You're so dead when we go home." Taeyong looks at you with a light smile. "I can't help it."

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a/n: i hope i did justice with this 😭

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sink-me-in-your-ocean · 7 months

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𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 V

Spooky season edition!

No specific prompt, just random Halloween shenanigans and general buffoonery with the nameless goons ghouls

Thank you @endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus for inspiration and scream laughing with me as I finished these!

No warnings; cut for formatting.

Swiss:

Once this ghoul learns about Ouija boards, no one can dissuade him from using one

You happened to have one that you had been too afraid to use

He begs and pleads to use it

Does not understand how to use it and does not want to learn

Asks WAY too intricate of questions

To no one's surprise, he gets impatient

“Swiss!” You slap his hands off the board again. “You can’t ask such convoluted questions, it would be impossible to get an answer!”

“What?” He shakes his head, “I just wanted to know how they died!”

“Yes, and that’s a rude question to ask.” He let out a huff so you continued, “Let’s just stick with ‘yes’ or ‘no’ questions, shall we?”

“Fine.” He grumbles, placing two fingers back on the planchette. You follow his l4ead, holding your breath as he thinks of a question. “Did you like music?”

The planchette moves to indicate yes.

“See now we’re getting somewhere.” He bites his bottom lip in deep concentration, “What’s your favorite K-pop group from the last ten years?”

You wanted to throw your hands up in exasperation, but you settled for narrowing your eyes at him, “Swiss, really?”

“I did it again, didn’t I?” His expression went sheepish.

The planchette moves on its own, guiding itself to land over yes again.

“Shit, sorry spirit!”

The two of you ask a couple more easy questions before proclaiming the session closed, moving the planchette to “goodbye”. After closing safely and packing everything up, you give Swiss a playful smack on his shoulder and he just grins at you, knowing full well he deserves to be scolded.

Phantom:

He found a box of Halloween decorations and made the executive decision that it wasn’t nearly enough

After trips to several stores for outdoor decor, he tasks you with helping to put everything up

You two even make a spooky playlist to blast while you work

The decorations look amazing, but are very scary at night

By the time Halloween actually rolls around, kids are too afraid to come up to the front door to trick-or-treat

“Where is everybody?” He’s been pacing since three in the afternoon.

You check your phone: it’s quarter past six now and well-past dark. You pat his bat wing-clad arm, “Maybe the house is too frightening, sometimes when people go overboard the little kids get too scared.”

He squishes his face against the front window, watching groups of trick-or-treaters going up and down the street, kids that pass by do so in a wide arc, you were right: they were too scared to come up.

“I’ve gone overboard!” He exclaims.

Before you can react he grabs the candy bowl and sprints out the front door, tearing down the pathway as the motion-triggered spiders drop down and animatronics all spring to life. They light up, scream, and cackle with voice lines as Phantom reaches the sidewalk and starts tossing candy out like it’s a sport.

Distantly, you hear him yelling, “I promise it’s not scary! Here’s the candy! I’m sorry!”

You cover your mouth as you smile. His enthusiasm is endearing to say the least. “There’s nothing for it now.” You say to yourself as you head out to join him.

You bring the rest of the oversized candy with you and two folding chairs. The two of you sit out front in your costumes and hand out candy to the trick-or-treaters until you run out of candy… because then Phantom starts giving away random things from the house, and that’s where you draw the line.

Dewdrop:

This ghoul wants to be an agent of chaos on Halloween

When you agree to go along with his mischievous plans, he shows you his plans

It’s basically just charcoal scribbles on a lined sheet of paper with random “X’s” on the page

He explains it’s his game plan, the map of where you’ll go to prank houses

When you ask about disguises, he is already prepared with ski masks and black gloves because he “doesn’t want to leave fingerprints”

You don’t waste your time explaining to the ghoul that his clawed fingers won’t leave fingerprints, instead nodding along with his antics

“Get back here!” A grumpy middle-aged man chases you and Dew across his lawn after you’d pelted his front door with eggs.

“Run!” You two split off into two different directions, following his plan perfectly and heading in a roundabout way towards the next victim’s house.

After stopping to catch your breath near some tall hedges, you straighten and walk briskly around the corner to find Dewdrop with his back to you. He looks on high alert, scoping out the area to make sure he can execute his pranks.

Might as well sneak up on him and have a little fun.

“Get off my lawn!” You scream and tickle his sides and he jumps, shrieking and whipping around with the most scared look on his face you’d ever seen.

You fall to the ground, holding your side from the leftover pain from running combined with your inability to breathe from laughing so hard.

“That’s - you! You’re not - ugh!” He stomps his feet, mad as a hornet, which only makes you laugh harder.

As the steam eventually dissipates from Dewdrop’s ears, you rally him to TP the last two houses on the map with you. His devilish grin returns and he cackles as he puts all his effort into throwing the toilet paper rolls over the unsuspecting person’s trees. Meanwhile, you await the ideal opportunity to sneak up behind him again.

Rain:

He is in a rare wholesome mood, asking you to go apple picking

You sense an undertone of delinquency in his request, but you go along with it

Once at the orchard, you lose Rain immediately

You find him later, and he has an entire wheelbarrow full of apples

He climbs from tree to tree like a wild animal

“Save some for everybody else, Rain!”

Your warning goes unheeded by the water ghoul, and he scrambles up the branches up the next tree, “I have to get all the best ones!”

After an exorbitant amount of money spent on apples later, you get home and make several gallons of cider and set it out in a giant punch bowl for everyone to enjoy.

You took a swig of the beverage, expecting a crisp, refreshing taste, but you were instead met with the burn of alcohol. There was only one ghoul to blame. “Rain, what did you do to the apple cider?”

“Uh,” He makes an innocent face, but is unable to meet your gaze, “nothing.”

“It tastes weird, you definitely did something.” You scowl at him, poking him in the shoulder.

He throws his hands up in defense, “Twist my arm why don’t you! I spiked it, what’s the big deal?”

You glance around the room, much to your dismay you realize that everyone is on their second or third refill of the stuff.

“The big deal, foolish ghoul, is everyone is getting lit from what they think is apple cider!”

Because of Rain’s antics you punish him by making him help you clean up the absolute mess everyone left. Hopefully scrubbing the floors of sticky sweet juice will make him think twice before pulling such an idiotic stunt again.

Mountain:

No matter if it’s hot or cold on Halloween night, Mountain wants to be outside

He happens to be a great story teller

And you happen to be a great s’mores maker

Outside + fire pit + scary stories = happy ghoul

(& happy you!)

He gets a crackling fire started in a little fire pit as you arrange the blankets and pillows you stole from the couch, making the space comfy and nice.

You set out the s'mores-making ingredients and tools, and since it’s Halloween, you have some candy to use instead of just plain chocolate bars.

Mountain tells you a scary story about a creature summoned from hell to devour unsuspecting people’s toes. You listen intently as you toast the marshmallows on long skewers, cooking them to the perfect consistency and assembling a s’more for yourself and him.

“That story is true, you know.” He takes a huge bite of his treat.

You reply with your mouth full, “What?”

“That story is about Dew.” He speaks matter-of-factly. You want to laugh but don’t get the chance before -

Speak of the devil.

“Who took my peanut butter cups?!?!” The two of you flinch as Dewdrop’s shrill screech hits your ears.

“Shit, hide the evidence!” You and Mountain shove as many candies in your mouths as you possibly can just as Dew stalks outside, surveying the area, scowling, and heading back inside.

Now you two laugh so hard your sides hurt. Once you finally stop giggling, you resume toasting marshmallows together. Of course, you have to just eat the plain roasted marshmallows by themselves since the chocolate is all gone now. But the sacrifice was well worth it if it meant saving yourselves from a fiery wrath.

Cirrus:

Not-so-secretly watches you making stuff in the kitchen before asking to join you

After you taught her the basics she is basically a sweet treat expert

She doesn’t mind getting her hands sticky, but you do give her your black apron so she can protect her clothes

She is currently obsessed with making the perfect Halloween cookies

After already having created a plethora of treats, Cirrus now refuses to leave the kitchen, staring at the oven with the light on to intimidate the dough inside. “These ones are going to be the best out of all of them.”

“You said that about the last batch, Cirrus.” You grin at her.

Ding! The timer goes off on the little pumpkin-shaped timer next to you and you get up to take the cookies out of the oven.

The heat blasts your face but you’re a seasoned baker, Cirrus, on the other hand, keeps her distance. She hasn't liked the “evil” oven ever since she got a little tiny red burn on her thumb from a baking tray. A burn you promptly treated and covered with a Hello Kitty bandage.

You set the tray on a little potholder on the counter and glance around. Popcorn balls, rice cereal treats, caramel apples, Oreo spiders, and chocolate pretzels all sit on the counter staring at you waiting to be wrapped up.

“I think we should get these cleaned up before everyone gets home, what do you think?” You ask.

“Yes! I can’t have them gobbling up all the goodies like the greedy goblins they are.” She promptly gobbles a fresh cookie to emphasize her point.

Cirrus helps you package up everything nicely, using Halloween-themed containers, sneaking samples of every item at least once as you clean up. You both have to lock everything up so the rest of the siblings don’t come home and tear through all the snacks before you get a chance to have seconds.

Cumulus:

This ghoul has so much creativity and she has to get it out

You two decide to go to a pumpkin patch to find the ideal pair of pumpkins to carve

Cumulus picks out matching outfits for both of you, perfect for photo opportunities

With a couple of sweet fall drinks, you load up in the car ready to go

She drags you along to the patch of overpriced pumpkins

“Hurry up! All the good ones will be gone!” She calls your name over her shoulder and skips quickly ahead of you into the fray of kids and young adults scrambling over pumpkins laying about on hay bales.

After much deliberation, Cumulus has chosen a perfectly round pumpkin for herself and a nice, tall one for you.

Later.

You’ve barely got the pumpkin guts out and your hands are covered in slime, wrists weak from the effort as Cumulus asks you if you want to see her creation.

“You’re finished already?” Disbelief coats your tongue.

“Well, yeah!” She pivots the orange pumpkin to face you, and you see the intricately carved cat and moon she has free handed. “This was so fun! Can I help you with yours?”

“I’d love that, actually.” You fling your hand to remove some of the sticky seeds.

You need not dwell in despair for long, as Cumulus will surely help you with the carving of your pumpkin. They look amazing all lit up on the porch at night, and you take a cute selfie with her to commemorate the occasion.

Aurora:

It’s a mistake to bring Aurora with you to the store when all of the Halloween candy and decor is out

She wants everything

Good thing you have Papa’s credit card…

Sooner rather than later you have a cart full of stuff and she’s still not satisfied, filling her arms full of goodies with as much as she can carry

“Oh can we get these too?” She holds up a pack of 50 cellophane bags, each printed with pumpkins, bats, and skulls.

“Put it in the cart.” You’d given up at this point on telling the sweet ghoul “no”.

Finally satisfied with her menagerie of candies, snacks, decorations, Halloween themed pencils and miscellaneous items, you push the cart to the check out.

The cashier looks you up and down and sighs, being forced to scan all of the things Aurora picked out apparently is the bane of their existence.

She puts on the aux in the car, and you listen to “This is Halloween” from the Nightmare Before Christmas soundtrack for the ninetieth time today while you shove the bags inside the trunk.

You two drive back home and lay everything out all over the floor, making a huge mess. It will all be worth it though.

Aurora shines as she hands out the goodie bags to all the trick-or-treaters on Halloween night. You smile widely until you hear Papa yelling from the other room as he discovers how much money you two spent.

I hope these make you ghesties laugh as much as I did ○( ＾皿＾)っ

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 9 months

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The Spider Chronicles: Steve Rogers

Title: SOS

Word Count: 733

Warnings: Spiders! Language! Fluff!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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SOS

Steve could feel the tired energy in the room, barely anyone was paying attention and he didn’t blame them, he was exhausted too. But they had to do the debrief of the last mission. Looking out at the rest of the team he could see Nat was barely awake, her feet resting across Clint’s legs. Tony was just fiddling with his iron man gauntlet, Thor was mindlessly throwing Mjolnir up and down. Even Bruce was struggling to focus, his notes now chemical symbols.

Steve looked back at the screen which showed the map of the base they just raided, letting out a long tired sigh. He was trying to get through this as quickly as possible because he too just wanted to get back home to you. It felt nearly impossible to leave the apartment this morning.

He was about to continue on when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Since no one else was paying attention he pulled it out to see who it was. His lips twitch upwards when he says it was you. His smile grew when he saw exactly what the text was.

Y/N: When you get home, there’s a spider trapped in a glass in the bathroom, I kinda half squished it trying to get it into the glass so it might already be dead but I don’t wanna take that chance….

He couldn’t help but let out a small snort of laughter. You were terrified of spiders so the fact that you even managed to trap it was impressive and he understood your hesitance at removing it if you weren’t sure if it was dead or not.

“Right let’s call it a day” Steve announced suddenly making Nat startle awake.

“Are we done?” Bruce asks pointing to the screen.

“No, but none of us are awake enough for this and I have something I need to go deal with” Steve explains turning off the screen and moving to grab his jacket.

“Y/N sent him a sexy text” Tony smirks.

Steve didn’t bother to give Tony a response, he just shrugged on his jacket “See you tomorrow” he called out as he walked out.

Soon enough Steve was on his bike, weaving through the traffic to get back to the Brooklyn apartment he shared with you.

When he walked in he found you freshly showered painting your toenails on the couch. You jumped slightly when you heard the door shut, the surprised look on your face soon turning into a smile when you saw it was him.

“Hey, I didn’t expect you back so soon” You smile as he walks over.

“Well, when you text with an emergency I have to come running” Steve smirks leaning over to kiss you.

You roll your eyes at him “It wasn’t an emergency”

“When it comes to you it is” he grins pecking your lips once more “Is it still in the bathroom?”

Your face falls quickly tucking your limbs in tight “fuck I hope it is” you shudder.

Steve chuckles “I’ll go deal with it now” he smiles kissing the top of your head before making his way to the bathroom.

He spotted the spider immediately, even without the glass on top of it, Steve would have been able to spot it a mile off because it was so large. He was impressed knowing how much you hated spiders to get this close enough to capture it. Taking a closer look Steve could confirm that you had managed to squish it enough to kill it so he grabbed some toilet roll to pick it up and throw it down the toilet.

“Is it dead?” you ask when Steve walks back into the living room.

“Yep and I gave it a sailor's burial” he says as he sits down next to you on the couch.

You snort out a laugh “Thank you Steve, I really didn’t mean for you to come rushing” you smile snuggling into his side.

“It’s alright nobody was paying attention anyway, but I have to say I’m very proud of you, that was a very big spider and you were very brave to deal with it like you did” Steve smiles wrapping his arm around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head “you’ll be a spider charmer in no time”

You let out a loud snort at that “fuck that”

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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Hi 👁️ 👄 👁️

Write for Kai Chisaki 🙏😳😏 PLEASEEEE 🙏 🥵

Thank you 😌

Proud of Me - Kai Chisaki

notes: I LOVE THIS MAN AND HAVENT WROTE FOR HIM YET SO HERE! me and my plague doctor obsession can't help but love this man, so thank you for the request, this was really fun to write lol

word count: 688

You never often saw Kai's lips, but when you did, it was always for a reason. He would be taking a sip of water, his soft lower lip squishing from the glass cup. He would be eating with you, quite a distance away, but enough for you to see his entire face.

He would kiss you with those lips.

Rarely, yes. He would never just kiss you for the fun of it. He needed to get himself prepared to touch your skin. He would never give you that time to prepare, of course, because it would always be a surprise.

You could be sitting and doing work when you feel his soft gloved hands grab both sides of your face. He would smile at you and press his soft lips to yours, making you melt. His face would be broken out, covered in hives and bright red, but a smile would be plastered along his lips before he would lower the mask and walk away.

You could be relaxing and see Kai walk in rubbing the back of his neck before he walks up to you and slides down his mask, straddling you. He would always smile before his lips touched yours. Even if faint, the corners of his lips would always cock into the shape of a little smile before his they would brush against yours. He would always whisper something against your lips that would cause you to shudder and pull him closer.

He told you that he didn't mind the hives after you kissed, but you knew he did.

He washed his lips after every kiss, but it didn't mean that he hated you.

So why did it still hurt?

One day, you were exahusted and ventured to the woods behind your house. The only thing there were trees and an old playground that no one used anymore, so most of the time, you spend your empty, thoughtless days there just swinging on an old set that squeaked every time you swung.

"y/n?" You heard a voice that made you nearly spit out your heart. You stood up quickly from the swingset and grabbed a random stick nearby, unafraid to use it.

"Don't hit me," the voice giggled as a figure appeared from the darkness. "Who else would you work for?"

"Kai," you sighed, dropping your stick. "Dammit, you scared me."

He chuckled and you noticed that he didn't have his mask on.

"Where's your mask?" You asked, sitting back on the swing.

"In my car."

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, why?" He sat on the swing next to you and you saw little hives spread across his forehead and cheeks.

"Nothing. It's just weird that you would visit me all the way out here without a mask."

"You've seen me without a mask several times."

You hummed in response and swung softly as Kai kept completely still. His gloved hands wrapped around the rusty chain of the swing and his eyes were nearly glowing in the night.

"Did you want something from me specifically? It seems like you knew I was out here."

Finally, Kai stood up from his swing and walked over to you, stopping the rocking from your swing. He leaned down and ran his fingers over your cheek. "You're such a pretty little thing."

You didn't know what to say, so you went with nothing as he brought his face closer to yours. "I'm going to kiss you, and I'm not going to wash it off this time," he whispered, his lips almost touching your own.

"You better not." You finally said, pulling Kai closer so his lips finally touched yours. He smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist, nearly making you fall off the swing, so to prevent that from happening, you pushed into the kiss, making him groan a bit in the back of his neck.

You didn't want to rush into anything, so you pulled away from the kiss after a short while and he smiled at you with low lidded eyes.

"Proud of me?" He asked, his red face covered in small bumps.

"Very."

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fettuccin-e · 2 years

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Hey, congrats on 500 followers! For your celebration, would you mind doing #42 with Marc Spector (him saying the line specifically)?

My lovely anon, how dare u capitalize on my daddy kink,, I literally had to take breaks while writing this because I was breathing heavily,, but anyway thank u for the request this was lovely!! (Here’s the link to the 500 followers celebration!!) warnings: female masturbation, daddy kink, degradation, crying during sex, unprotected piv

Far Too Long

42. “Spread your legs for daddy, I wanna see you.”

Marc and Steven have been gone for so, so long. Longer than they’ve ever been apart from you, and you can’t fucking take it anymore.

Maybe you’re spoiled, maybe you should be able to hold off for longer, but Marc and Steven have been gone for three days. Steven had been the one to kiss you goodbye as you waved him out the door for one of their missions, telling you they’d be back in a few days, but you didn’t realize that those few days would be fucking excruciating.

It’s like you can’t stop thinking about them. The sweet things, of course; you and Steven reading together, cuddled up on the couch, Marc cooking you dinner while you sit on the counter, stealing little kisses every so often. You think those things, you love thinking about those things, but you also can’t stop thinking about the less sweet things.

Like how Steven ate you out like a man starved the night before they left, sucking on your fat clit and shoving his tongue into your slick hole over and over, tossing you over the edge until you literally had to pry him away from you.

Like how Marc flipped you onto your stomach after Steven was done, hiking your hips into the air and sinking his cock into your dripping cunt, Marc muttering in your ear about how “I love this sweet fucking cunt, baby, just dripping for me. Me and Steven, yeah? We know you can’t get enough of this dick, such a goddamn slut for your daddies.” And how he gripped your waist, dragging you back onto his cock like a fucking toy, tears streaming down your face, while you mumbled out incoherent phrases of, “love your cock so much, daddy. Fills me up so good, oh god.”

Like how Marc laid you down onto the bed, shoving two fingers into your pussy to keep his cum inside, and how you whimpered in overstimulation as Marc peppered your face with soft kisses, whispering how, “you did so good, baby. Pretty, pretty girl. Gonna miss you so much.”

It’s all whirling around your head, keeping you wet and clenching around nothing as you wait for them to get home. But you just can’t take it anymore.

You can’t even imagine how you look, all laid out and sweaty on your shared bed, knees bent to keep your thighs wide open as you work your dildo, the one you haven’t used since before you met Marc and Steven, out of your dripping pussy. The sound of the silicone squishing in and out of your cunt is fucking obscene, you can hear yourself whimpering, unable to hold back little pleads of, “daddy, daddy, please fuck me,” even though Marc and Steven aren’t there.

And it’s almost astoundingly obvious that they aren’t with you; you can’t feel their body heat, their balls slapping against your ass as they drive in and out of you. The dildo is just a bit too small, an inch or two too short, and not nearly as thick. It just can’t stretch you the way your daddies do, but fuck, it’s been so long, and you’re so empty.

You’re too focused on trying to cum that you don’t hear the door to your apartment open, but Marc hears your little whines almost immediately. He smirks, knowing his girl enough to differentiate her pained whimpers from pleasured ones. And those whimpers? Those are the sounds of a very needy, very horny, baby girl.

Your bedroom door is open when Marc reaches it, giving him the perfect vantage point to see you, eyes clenched shut while you work the dildo in and out of yourself. Marc feels his blood rush south, drinking in the sight of your sopping cunt, how your tits bounce as you play frantically with your pretty, pretty pussy.

“Oh princess,” Marc croons, smirking at how your eyes snap open, your legs snapping shut.

“M-Marc?” You gasp, reaching to cover your breasts, the embarrassment of being caught outweighing the logic that Marc has obviously seen you naked before.

But it doesn’t matter; Marc is already stalking forward, eyes dark as he whispers, “you know that’s not what you wanna call me right now, don’t you baby?”

And you know immediately what he means, breath catching in your throat as you stutter out, “D-Daddy.”

“That’s it, beautiful,” Marc smiles, looming over you like a beast over its prey. “You need daddy to take care of you, sweetheart?”

“Please, daddy,” you say, looking up at Marc with big, watery eyes. “Need you so much, missed you so bad while you were gone.”

Marc cups a gentle hand around the back of your head, lips so close to yours you can feel his warm breath on your face. But just before your mouths meet, he’s whispering, “spread your legs for daddy, I wanna see you.”

And you can’t bring yourself to disobey.

Marc leans away from you to look between your thighs as your knees part, revealing the end of your dildo, still buried in your cunt.

“Oh, my beautiful girl,” Marc coos, and you whine as he pushes on the base of the dildo, shoving it in just a little bit further. “You just couldn’t wait for me and Steven, huh? Little girl just couldn’t handle being empty for three fucking days.”

You don’t have a chance to respond as Marc grips the silicone, sliding it halfway out of your pussy with a soft squelch, before jamming it back in ruthlessly.

You scream as Marc works the dildo roughly in and out of your pussy, stuttered begs of “Daddy, daddy, oh god, please,” escaping your lips, but you can’t even discern what you’re begging for.

“Needy, needy, little princess. Can’t even wait for daddy’s cock, replacing us with some piece of plastic.”

You’re shaking your head frantically on the pillows, whining, “No, no, need daddy’s cock. Always need it, please daddy, ‘s not big enough, doesn’t stretch my pussy like you do.”

“Oh yeah?” Marc says, and you almost cry when Marc lets go of the dildo, letting it stay motionless deep in your pussy. “You keep playing with your toy, baby, while I get my clothes off.”

You don’t have to be told twice, taking ahold of the silicone to work it into yourself, all while you watch Marc stand up again from the bed, ripping his shirt over his head and unbuckling his belt. You’re mesmerized by the sight of his muscles shifting under warm tan skin as he pushes his pants and boxers down his legs, letting his thick cock finally spring free.

You’re practically salivating as he steps out of his pants, a god of tan skin and rippling muscles, and kneels onto the bed between your legs. You can hear him growl softly at the sight of your hand working over your pussy, and he quickly bats it away before ripping the dildo out of you and tossing it off the bed, leaving you empty and dripping and gaping.

“You want this cock, princess?” He asks, but he barely acknowledges your plea of “oh, please, daddy, give me your cock,” before he’s guiding his cock into your pussy.

And it’s like pure rapture.

Your daddy’s cock stretches you so fucking good, reaching deep into your cunt to grind his perfect cockhead into the spot inside you that only he can reach. And it’s made even better by Marc above you, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, radiating warm, comforting body heat.

You can feel tears pricking in your eyes, from pleasure and the sheer relief of having him with you again, but you can barely say a word as Marc grips your hips to hammer in and out of you at a mind-numbing pace.

The loud squelching sounds of his cock plunging in and out of your sopping cunt seem to echo around the room, but you can’t hear anything over Marc’s whispers into your ear about how, “your pussy feels so fucking good around my cock, god, baby. Love this pussy, so fucking wet, just for me, all the time. My needy baby, looked so pretty with that little toy, but it didn’t compare to daddy’s cock, now did it, baby?”

“No, no daddy, love your cock, s’good, can’t go without it,” you whine between the little punched out moans Marc brings out of you with every thrust.

And Marc buries his face in the crook of your neck, bringing his arms up from your hips to cage you under his hard body while your legs stay wrapped around his waist.

His hips are grinding up into in short little thrusts as he mumbles, “God, sweetheart, missed you so much, missed this pussy. You gotta cum baby, you gotta, I can’t- I can’t hold it much longer, you’re so beautiful, all mine, all mine—“

And all it takes is for you to whisper, “please cum in me, daddy. Need you to fill me up,” before he bites into your shoulder gently, burying himself deep, and you can feel his thick cum flooding your little pussy.

And it’s that feeling, the feeling of being fucking owned by him, that sends you over the edge, pussy clenching like a vice as your back arches up to press your chest against Marc’s. You can’t even make sound, mouth open in a silent scream that Marc captures in a kiss, both of you licking into each other as you come down from your highs.

Marc lays next to you, wrapping you in his strong arms as he peppers kisses on your face. Both of you are too exhausted for words, but you find you don’t need them.

It’s only when your eyes start to droop that you utter out a soft, “I love you, Marc.”

And even though you both say it all the time, Marc feels his heart jump, like he’s hearing that you love him for the first time all over again, before he’s whispering, “I love you too, my sweet girl.”

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“I don’t like this.” You said yet again. Lip sighed and glanced at you as Ian stared out of the window.

“I’m aware. You’ve been making it very clear.” Lip grumbled at you. They’d let you take the only seat available on the train and you’d squished up into the seat so you could hug your legs.

“The last time one of you Gallaghers made me get lost on Halloween I nearly died.” You snapped and Lip scoffed.

“You did not really die!” He insisted.

“How would you know you weren’t there? I nearly got a spork in the eye.” You said, now wound up and grumpy.

“Spork?” Ian said as if he’d just snapped back to the conversation. “Yeah. The guy couldn’t afford a fork and a spoon. He told us if we didn't get lost he’d eat my face.” You said now kneeling on your seat to look back at them.

“Yeah but with a spork?” Ian said and then looked at Lip. “Definitely something a murderer would do.”

“Oh my god! You had to walk three blocks with Carl and then Kev found you two and drove you home. V even gave you dinner.” Lip was frustrated now. Enough that Ian found it amusing to help you wind him up.

“It was very traumatising.” You said and caught Ian’s eye.

“Yeah Lip. Wouldn’t you be scared if someone tried to eat your face with a spork?” Ian grinned as Lip rolled his eyes and leaned against the railing next to him.

"The fact that I know getting lost on Halloween is the scariest time to be lost. Really speaks to the amount of terrible situations you drag me into." You said. Before Lip could object, the people in the seats in front of you started having a rather aggressive fight over a Halloween mask. Lip reached out and pulled you from your seat, putting your backpack on his shoulder.

“Fine. Maybe that’s true.” He muttered.

“Oh, I have a list if you’d like to see it.” You offered. Lip rolled his eyes and the three of you got off on the next stop when the fighting escalated to a full brawl.

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radicalbilly · 2 years

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‘86

pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

summary: Eddie Munson knew that there was something special about 1986.

word count: 2,038

a/n: I am living in my own delusion, he’s okay. I love him, he’s safe.

warnings: some curse words, suggestive content, other than that, none. i tried to keep this gender neutral but i did mention pantyhose. also eddie calls reader “Honey”

Eddie Munson was a huge pain in the ass, less so when he was learning your favorite songs on his guitar and more so in times like these when you were trying to fix his hair and he was pressing you against the side of your car and sucking love bites onto your throat.

His fingers were pressed just tight enough against your hips to make your head fuzzy and his puppy eyes feigned innocence when you glared at him and tugged a strand of his curled hair to watch him wince.

“You’re not going to make us late to this thing, Eds. I swear I’ll kick your ass.” You both knew it was a half done threat. In reality he wouldn’t have to try too hard at all to bend you over the hood or even to convince you to walk back into your house with a trail of clothes behind you.

“I feel like I can think of something a million times more fun than what we’ve got planned, Honey,” Eddie’s fingers began to skim the collar of your top and he sucked his lower lip between his teeth, “we both know that you can’t resist me.”

You only grumbled in response, swatting his hands away and shaking your head to free you from the immoral thoughts running rampant through your head.

You looked down at his feet so that he couldn’t see your face. A strained breath was forced from between your lips and you forced a smile down, knowing that it would only encourage his behavior. “Get in the car, Eddie.”

“But-“

“Nope.” You popped the P and used your hand to make a loose fist that you pressed against his sternum to gently push him away from you, “Car. Now.”

He lightly huffed because you didn’t give in. But still he took a few steps back, only waiting long enough for you to turn before he moved forward again to open the car door for you. You rolled your eyes at his toothy grin and chuckled out your thanks to him.

The key was already in the ignition and the car was lowly rumbling when he climbed into the passenger seat. His legs were uncomfortably squished against the dash almost comically and he yelped when you leaned over and pulled the lever to shoot the seat back. His hand clutched over his heart and he panted like he’d just run a marathon.

You sheepishly grinned at him, “Sorry, the ‘ole girl is used to shorter passengers.”

“I know,” he muttered feigning annoyance, “you’re the shorter passenger.”

You waved off his comment with your hand, already dismissing him when you knew he was going to say something about driving himself.

“I’m driving because today is your day,” you quipped, pulling out of your driveway. He rolled his eyes and the side of his mouth pulled up into a smirk, you pursed your lips back at him. “Okay, how about “I’m driving because I look adorable behind the wheel of my car”?” You bared your teeth in a cheesy grin at him for a split second before turning to look back at the road.

You heard him scoff out a little laugh and saw his fingers dance on the stereo’s volume dial, “It sucks that you’re right about being adorable, Honey.”

A content little hum left you and you relaxed a bit in your seat. Eddie had chosen a metal station, maybe not the most calming, but if it was him, if it was Eddie choosing it, then it was perfect.

His one hand tugged at the loose threads at the knee of his pants, it was a nervous habit. You stole nearly a million glances at him through the corner of your eye. He was so pretty sprawled out and watching the trees pass out the window.

“I love you, Eddie.”

It was quiet, but you knew he heard it by the way he sat up to look at you.

He began to open his mouth, but you spoke first, “I mean it, more than anything.” Your thumbs rubbed circles into the material on the steering wheel, “I know we tease each other a lot, but I want to be serious with you.”

Eddie nodded, his eyes never left the side of your face.

You pondered over your words for a moment. A huge part of you knew it was all going to sound earnest and mushy, “I want you to know that I’m proud of you, I’ve never felt about anyone how I feel about you.”

You pulled your lower lip in between your teeth to nibble at it, still making sure to watch the road, “I know that some people didn’t see you for who you are, Eddie, and they’ll all regret that someday, but for now,”you worried about rambling too much, but the words wouldn’t stop tumbling out. “For now, you have me. And I’ll be here with you for as long as you’ll have me.”

Eddie looked…well he looked normal, just like you’d mentioned the weather.

“Stop the car.”

You shot him a puzzled look, slowing the car a bit, “Why?”

His eyebrows slightly furrowed and he repeated himself.

What the fuck? You said over and over in your head, as you found a break in the trees to pull into. You didn’t think you said anything bad, maybe cheesy but not enough to warrant this.

As soon as the car was parked, Eddie slung the door open and stepped out. He dipped his head through the window long enough to say, “You comin’?”, when you didn’t follow.

You silently threw your hands up in exasperation at the steering wheel, as if it had been the one to slight you. Regardless, you followed and attempted to not completely soak your new shoes in muddy gravel.

When you were close enough, Eddie turned to you, his expression softened and he dropped to one knee.

“Woah. Woah. Woah. Woah, big boy,” You immediately stuttered, attempting to pull him back up, “Ed’s, what the fuck are you doing?”

His eyes got big and he rolled them for emphasis, “Gimmie a minute and I’ll tell ya, Honey.”

Cautiously, you dropped your hands from where they were tugging at him. He gave a tight-lipped smile and thanked you.

“Now, before you so rudely interrupted,” he chided with a playful glare, “I know what it looks like, but, contrary to your belief, this is not a proposal-“

You gave him a pointed look and gestured to his kneeling position.

“-Okay, it’s kind of a proposal, but it’s more of a promise.”

“So like a proposal.”

“No, not like a, well yes, but,” he huffed. “Just be quiet for a second.”

You smirked in spite of yourself, unable to not think the reaction was oddly endearing.

Eddie looked up to the sky as if he was praying, “Jesus H. Christ, you made me leave an hour early for this shit and we’re still going to be late.”

“What I wanted to say is that I’m not asking you to marry me, at least not yet,” he gently grabbed your left hand, pulling it towards him, “This is my promise that I’m yours too, forever or at least until you’re annoyed with me and run off.”

You chuckled despite the fact that you were now pouting and trying not to cry, you knelt down in front of him, not caring that you’d have to shuck your pantyhose off in the car due to the new stains on the knees.

“Eddie, I’m already annoyed with you.” He gasped in mock hurt, jerking your hand towards him to lay over his heart. Your fingers splayed out so that you could feel in thud beneath your fingertips, “But I’ll never ever run off. Not unless you’re with me.”

“So, that’s a yes?” he had one eyebrow cocked up and a confused look on his face.

You softened your expression, “It’s a,” you fiddled with your class ring, pulling it from its place on your finger and pushing it onto the only finger of his that would fit, “Don’t take this ring off of your huge ass pinkie and I’m yours.”

He affectionately looked down at his little finger, at his new prized possession. His little Honey’s heart wrapped around him and everyone could see it.

“You took my idea,” he nearly whispered.

“Oh, c’mon you big baby. You can still do it,” you encouraged, waggling your fingers at him.

He halfheartedly grumbled under his breath while pulling the black stone ring from his finger, “As long as you’ll have me,” he promised, easily slipping the ring onto your middle finger, “I’m yours.”

You looked down to admire the ring, “It’s loose,” he added in warning.

“It’s perfect,” you reached out to cup his cheek and pressed your lips against his in a dizzying kiss. When you pulled away, you checked your watch and cursed before pulling Eddie up with you, “We’re gonna be late!“

You were late. Fortunately not by too much time because Eddie forced you into the passenger seat, but enough that Eddie had to fight through rows of seating and you had to find Eddie’s group of friends and his Uncle Wayne.

“What in hell we’re you two doing?” Dustin asked when you finally sat down.

You swiped the palms of your hands over your, now bare, thighs. “We were…talking.”

Dustin looked you over, probably noting your blushed cheeks and pants of breath. He had no idea that it was from running from the car through the parking lot. He said nothing but let out a low gag.

“Not that, you ass” you snipped with a laugh, swatting at his arm, “I mean actually talking. I told him that I’m proud of him, after what happened I just needed him to know that.”

Dustin silently nodded, taking your hand and giving it a small, reassuring squeeze. He knew how you felt, maybe not exactly but he had stayed with you and cried over Eddie when you had to pull his limp and bloody body into his neighbor’s wheelbarrow in the Upside Down.

“We didn’t lose him, look at where he is now.”

And you did.

There was Eddie, your broken and saved and heroic Eddie, wearing a green cap over his unruly curls and a green gown over his black, ripped jeans and Hellfire shirt. He had a diploma in one hand and with the other he was holding his middle finger up to Principal Higgins.

Uncle Wayne sniffled from beside you and when you looked over he had a puzzled look on his face, he rubbed his whole hand over his face and cleared his throat. He looked at you, “Had something caught in my eye,” he was covering, you could tell, “I don’t know what’s wrong with that boy.”

You used your free hand to rub his shoulder, “I love him too, Uncle Wayne. You raised him so well.”

He nodded, pulling his lip between his teeth and turning his head. You squeezed his shoulder before dropping your hand back down. If that was all praise that you could give him for now you’d give it, just to let him know that you were thankful for what he’d done for Eddie.

You heard gasps from a few rows over and Eddie excitedly yelling, “Sorry, I have people to see!”

When he finally stumbled over to your group he looked over all of the people who were there for him. Patiently sat was the entirety of Hellfire, including both Sinclairs, Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, Robin, and then his family, you and his Uncle Wayne. He shrugged at you all, a failed attempt at masking his excitement.

After the ceremony, Nancy and Jonathan needed photos, nearly a million. Photos of Eddie with everyone, they reminded how important these memories were as they posed him.

The favorites though were of you and Eddie, one where you both were recreating his middle finger to Principal Higgins and the other where Eddie had you dipped low in a searing kiss, his hat half thrown into the air and both of your rings glinting from the setting sun.

‘86 really was Eddie’s year.

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