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skz317cb97 · 1 year

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Reading Romance

Hyunjin x Thick female reader

Word count: 4.2K

Synopsis: While hanging out and reading with your best friend Hyunjin he catches a glimpse at what you're book is about and wants to know more.

A/N: Number 5! Only 3 left to go and I have at least an idea of what the rest will be! I hope you like this one, if you do please reblog, like, comment, hit up my ask box, I always get great feedback with these so I really appreciate it! As usual warnings and smut below the cut.

Warnings: 18+ONLY MDNI! Cursing/strong language, light bondage, pet names (darling, beautiful etc), slight Hyunjin dom/MC sub dynamic (kinda sorta not really), oral (m&f receiving), deep throating/face fucking, multiple orgasms/overstimulation, use of the color system (never yellow or red), squirting, tearing up during sex(?), cum play/cum eating, unprotected piv sex (please use condoms), cream pie. I think that's everything but if I ever miss anything please let me know and I'll add it asap!

One of the reasons Hyunjin was your best friend was your mutual ability to be completely fine sitting silent in a room together. Whether you were reading, painting, even watching tv, whatever, the two of you were content just existing in the same space and called it hanging out. Today Hyunjin came over to your place for the two of you to do some painting in your studio and you had for about an hour or so. Now the two of you were sitting on your couch reading together quietly.

Hyunjin’s book was a series of short stories that intersected into each other and all tied together in the end. You were reading a book one of the girls from your book club had recommended to you on the low. It was... spicy... and normally not a book you’d be reading around anyone, let alone Hyunjin, but it really had a great plot and you were hooked so you were reading a smutty book, sitting with your insanely gorgeous best friend. Needless to say when it came upon a sex scene you started blushing and couldn’t help but look up at Hyunjin and imagine if you were in that scenario. It would never happen in a million years but a big girl could dream.

In reality, guys that were that beautiful didn’t go for the chubby art chick. Hyunjin was a sweet guy and a good friend so you shouldn’t be picturing him in any scenarios, yet your eyes would scan the sultry words on your page and then drift up to the man frowning at the book in front of him. You jumped a little focusing on your book again when Hyunjin closed his.

“This book is boring, predictable. What are you reading?” You almost choked when he asked but rebounded quickly.

“Oh! Uh... umm... a romance.” Hyunjin nodded.

“Let me take a look.” You scoffed, trying to be nonchalant, but you could feel your ears starting to burn.

“I’m reading it right now Hyunjin.” He mimicked you.

“I’m reading it right now muhmuhmuh, mark your page and let me look at it for a second. If I like it I can just download it on my phone and read it.” You shook your head.

“No like I said it’s a romance, you won’t like it.” Hyunjin held out his hand.

“Do you remember who you’re talking to darling? I AM romance, now let me see.”

“No.” No reason given this time, just no. Hyunjin was very curious now.

“No?” You shook your head again. Hyunjin nodded.

“Okay fine.” You relaxed a bit and Hyunjin lunged for the book in your hand snatching it away.

“HYUNJIN! DON’T!” He held you back with one of his long arms as he opened your book and started reading. Unfortunately, he landed on the page you had been reading and one of the more risqué parts of the book.

“Philippe grabbed his throbbing member!? And shoved it in again, gagging Krista with his hard thrusts to the back of her throat?! What the hell y/n you’re sitting here reading porn?!” You snatched the book back angry he’d taken it instead of listening to you.

“It’s not porn, it’s a romance novel and I told you not to read it!” You got up and started storming off towards your room mad and Hyunjin followed.

“Oh come on! I’m just teasing, don’t get mad.” You turned back towards him.

“I asked you not to and you did anyway. It’s embarrassing Hyunjin okay?” He walked up to you.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, so there’s dirty words in your book, so what, I guarantee I watch porn way worse than any smutty book you’ve got.” You rolled your eyes shaking your head, going to walk off again.

“That’s not the point...” Hyunjin followed grabbing your wrist and stopping you.

“Well then what is it? Are you embarrassed because you were watching me?” Your jaw dropped.

“Is that it? Because if it is... I mean don’t be. If I had a dollar for every time I imagined fucking you I’d be rich.” You tossed the book on one of the tables.

“Hyunjin! I... what?” It took a second for your brain to catch up and register what he said.

“Did you just say...” Hyunjin waited for you to finish your question and then finished it for you.

“I imagined fucking you? Is that really surprising?” You stood there dumbfounded.

“Uh... well... I mean... yea it kind of is. You mean you think of me and you like...” Hyunjin nodded finishing your sentence again.

“Having sex together? Yea. Why wouldn’t I? You’re funny, smart, talented, sexy...”

“I’m fat.” Hyunjin’s eyes narrowed at you.

“That doesn’t make any of the other things I said about you untrue. So what if you’re bigger. Only a vain troglodyte would care about something so trivial and stupid.” You stood there utterly speechless and then something clicked for Hyunjin.

“Did.... did you think I wouldn’t want to be with you because you’re bigger?” He sounded genuinely hurt.

“Is that how I come off?” It wasn’t, you didn’t want him to think that.

“No! No Jinnie that’s not how you come off. That...that’s just me projecting my shitty body image onto you. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have.” Hyunjin had always been nothing but sweet to you and if you hadn’t been so in your head about images and what people thought you’d have noticed that Hyunjin’s interest in you wasn’t purely as friends. You weren’t sure how you didn’t realize with how comfortable you both always were with each other. There was a reason for that, a mutual unspoken affection.

“You don’t have to apologize y/n. You’ve grown up in a world telling you that you’re not pretty if you’re not skinny. I understand but I want you to know that’s not how I feel. I think you’re beautiful.” You didn’t know what to say. You stood there, Hyunjin still holding onto your arm. He took a step closer and you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. The hand grasping your wrist let go. He caressed your face and cupped your cheek.

“I’m gonna kiss you now...” You nodded and as he leaned in closer you closed your eyes. When you felt warm full lips pressed against yours sweetly, your hands came up and rested on Hyunjin’s chest and his other hand found your soft hip pulling you closer. He pulled away and ran his thumb over the apple of your cheek as he looked at you. You grasped his shirt and pulled him in for another kiss. Lips parting tongues teasing. You only pulled away once you both were breathless. Hyunjin bit at his pouty bottom lip, catching his breath, wrapping both arms around you, and resting his head against yours. He got a smirk on his face.

“So what were you reading in that book that had you staring at me like that hmm?” You started blushing and shook your head.

“Oh come on I already read about Phillipe’s throbbing member how much worse can it get.”

“It gets worse trust me.” Hyunjin’s smile grew wider and he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Well worse is better, let me take another look.” He went to grab the book off the table and you picked it up quickly.

“Hyunjin...no...” He laughed softly. It was cute how shy you were being suddenly. Usually you were confident and spoke your mind around him easily. He wasn’t really used to this timid side.

“Come on... show me what you were reading when you kept looking at me.” You stood there frozen with the book in hand. There was absolutely no way you could show him that part. Phillipe was a French masseuse and before grabbing his ‘throbbing member’ that Krista was gagging on, he had tied her to his massage table with silk ropes. You had looked up when you read it initially, looking at Hyunjin’s hands, imagining his long deft fingers tying knots around your wrists and ankles.

“Look I won’t take it this time, just show me... or... read it to me?” He cocked his perfect eyebrow at you. That was diffidently not happening.

“Fine I’ll show you... but...” Hyunjin tucked your hair behind your ear.

“I’m not gonna judge you darling...” He leaned in by your ear.

“I just want to know what sets your body on fire...” He kissed your neck those insanely soft lips of his pressed against your skin.

“then dumb gasoline on it and give it to you.” He gently grabbed hold of your wrist again and pulled you to your own bedroom, where you had been storming off to in the first place. He let go of you when you walked through the door and made his way over to your bed, sitting on the edge of it. You hesitated. Was this really happening? Were you really about to sit on your bed with Hyunjin and show him the smut you were eye fucking him to? He pat the spot across from him on the bed.

“Do you want to sit down?” You nodded walking over and sitting across from him on your bed, book still in hand. He scooched a little closer so that he could see over your shoulder a bit. You turned your head looking at him nervously. He kissed your shoulder and smiled at you.

“It’s okay. I promise.” You gave him a little nod and started thumbing through the pages looking for where you were at. When you found it you held it open for Hyunjin to read.

“This was the page I opened it to.” You nodded and he scanned through the type, getting closer to you, his warm breath fanning against your neck. His breathing hitched when he saw what you had been reading.

“Is it the ropes darling? Hmm...” His lips were ghosting your skin but not touching.

“Do you want me to tie you up? Make you cum?” Your breathing was coming out more labored and your skin was completely flushed. You looked over your shoulder at him again and shook your head softly. He tilted your head and started kissing down your neck and shoulder, pulling the straps of the tank top and bra you were wearing down. His arms wrapped around you from behind as he groped your soft body and he nibbled and kissed your neck. You leaned your head back against his shoulder giving him better access to you. Hyunjin moved from behind you and laid you back on the bed before getting on top of you, propping himself up, looking down at you.

“I’m going to undress you and kiss all of my favorite parts of your gorgeous body, then I'm gonna go into your closet and grab four of your silk scarves and I’m going to tie you up and make you cum again, and again and again...” He started kissing down your neck to your chest between each word. He lifted your shirt up and over your head and grabbed your full breasts before burying his face between them licking and kissing the soft skin. Your fingers combed through Hyunjin’s hair and you held on as he continued kissing down your tummy, then tugging at your pants sitting back and pulling them off, tossing them aside.

He climbed between your legs and kissed the insides of your thighs, gently dragging his teeth across them. He kissed his way back up your body stopping at your tits again, pulling your bra down and sucking on one nipple and then the other. Hyunjin was pleased to see your bra opened from the front. He unhooked it and pulled the straps down and off of you. He kissed his way up further, his full lips overtaking yours in another heated kiss. His hands running up and down your plush body, memorizing every curve. Hyunjin hooked his fingers into the sides of your panties and pulled them down, you lifted your full ass up as he continued dragging them down and off. He sat back on his knees and took in every last inch of your plump frame.

“God I wish you saw what I see...” Your felt your heart go soft.

“Hyunjin...” Your eyes were glassy as tears started to rim them.

“I really do darling, you’d never doubt how beautiful you were ever again if you saw what I see every time I look at you.” He hovered over you and kissed you sweetly, your hands sliding up his shoulders and neck, toying with the pieces of his long hair that had fallen from his ponytail. He sat back up peeling his own shirt off.

“Get comfy gorgeous, I’ll be right back.” Hyunjin disappeared into your closet and reemerged with scarves thrown over one of his shoulders. He lost the pants and boxers on the way back over to you and when you saw him standing naked by the bed, you thought your heart was going to pound out of your chest.

“That book has bondage, does it mention safe words?” You nodded.

“Yes Jinnie.” It had; Phillipe had told Krista about the stoplight system.

“And what did they teach you darling?”

“Green is good, yellow is slow down, red means stop.” He shook his head smiling.

“That’s my good girl.” You flushed when he said that, then he crawled back onto the bed by you.

“Hands please.” You gave him your hands and he kissed the back of each before he gently tied your wrists together. With another scarf looped through your arms now joined at the wrist Hyunjin secured your hands above your head and to the headboard of your bed. He lightly ran his fingertips down your body and you softly pulled at the restraints needy for his touch goosebumps erupting all over your body.

“Comfortable? Too tight?” You shook your head no.

“They feel okay, not too tight.” Hyunjin gripped one of your ankles and kissed it before he started tying another one of the scarves around it. He tied the other end to one post of your footboard and walked around to the other side and gave the other ankle the same treatment. A sweet kiss and then tied to the opposite post, spreading your thick thighs for him and exposing your glistening cunt. He immediately started stroking his cock once you were laid out in the vulnerable position.

“You look good enough to eat beautiful.” Hyunjin crawled up on the bed again and took his place between your legs that were held open for him. His face hovered over your clenching pussy, his warm breath teasing you, his full lips ghosting, you were ready to scream for him right as Hyunjin ran his tongue through your folds.

“Fuck you’re delicious.” Hyunjin spread your plump pussy lips apart and latched onto your clit, licking and slurping on you, collecting your arousal on his tongue and savoring the taste of you. You could feel your high approaching and Hyunjin could tell. He slid two fingers inside your wet hole and pumped them in and out as he sucked and hummed against your clit. White hot pleasure electrocuted you from head to toe when Hyunjin made you cum, you pulled tightly at the straps around your wrists.

“Jinnie! Fuck! Oh god!” He stopped feasting on you but kept his fingers curling inside you. You tried to close your legs feeling the pin pricks of overstimulation, but couldn’t while Hyunjin started fingering you harder again.

“Ji-Jinnie I... I can’t...” He cooed at you and slowed down a little.

“Color?”

“Green.” He smiled.

“Good girl, you can and you will.” He started fingering you harder again then spit on your clit and started eating you out again as well, unrelenting between his plump lips and expert tongue. It wasn’t long before your body tensed and pulled against your restraints as you came on Hyunjin’s tongue and fingers again. Again he didn’t slow down, not even the kitten licking your clit, he didn’t stop.

“Hy-Hyunjin! FuckFuckFUCK! It’s too much!” Your legs were shaking, he stopped slurping at you but still kept his fingers lodged deep in your pussy constantly rubbing against that soft spot that sent more jolts of electricity through your body. He spit on your clit again only this time his other hand started teasing your clit, spreading his saliva around the buzzing bundle of nerves.

“Do you know what else I notice in that little page you showed me darling?” You were panting sweat beading on your temples, you shook your head and couldn’t control the level of your voice.

“What!? God what tell me fuck!” Hyunjin smiled and played with your pussy more making you writhe under his touch.

“After Phillipe had Krista tied down and before he was chocking her with his cock...” You had almost forgot and only now, Hyunjin bringing it up, reminded you.

“He finger fucked Krista until he made her squirt.” Your eyes rolled up in your head, again you tried to close your legs but it was futile as long as they were tied to the bannisters. Hyunjin started eating your pussy again, starved, ravenous, and you came again, and again, and again. After every orgasm Hyunjin would part from your cunt long enough to ask your color. As soon as he heard green you were getting licked and fingered into another orgasm, and another and another and another. He pulled away again panting like a mad man.

“Fuck you taste so fucking delicious, such a good girl; I could eat you for fucking hours... color?” You were sweaty and trembling, your whole body was on fire. You only pulled at your restraints now when another orgasm tore through you.

“G-gre- green.” Hyunjin spit on his fingers and rubbed four of them firmly across your sensitive clit as he pumped his long fingers into you as deep as he could, hard. You felt it, you were going to cum harder than you ever had. It felt funny.

“Hy-Hyunjinnie I’m... I think I’m...OHHHHH! FUCK!” You started squirting on Hyunjin and still he didn’t relent, he rubbed your pussy and pumped his fingers in and out as your juices squirted and leaked out of you. Your arms pulled tight at the scarves, your back arching, legs twisting, shaking and still unable to close no matter how hard you tried. Hyunjin slowed down and pulled his fingers out of you, your cum still trickling out after. He softly rubbed your whole pussy which made you jump and jolt from the oversensitivity.

“God that was so fucking sexy!” You laid there limp, panting, and he started licking your cum from your body.

“Was it?” You asked genuinely. Hyunjin climbed up your thick, cum slicked, body and kissed you with his lips, puffier than usual after eating you out for so long.

“Mhmm. Almost came on myself a few times but when you squirt for me... well... let's just say it’s not just your cum on these sheets.” You managed to open your eyes and smile. You loved the idea of Hyunjin being so turned on eating you out, making you squirt, that he came untouched. Hyunjin reached up and untied the scarf that was holding your joined wrists to the headboard and you could finally bring your arms down but they were still tied together. Hyunjin knelt by you stroking his cock that was already hard again. He leaned down close to your face as he kept tugging on himself. He whispered in your ear.

“Can I fuck your face like Phillipe did to Krista too?” He absolutely could after what he’d just put your body through. You nodded.

“Yes, fuck my face Jinnie.” He crawled and knelt over your head a knee on each side straddling you. He held up his cock, jerking off, his balls hovering over your mouth. You started tonguing them as Hyunjin stroked his dick, when you sucked one into your mouth and gently suckled at it Hyunjin moaned and it made you gush. You sucked on his other one and then licked his balls until he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Open up darling.” You opened your mouth and Hyunjin hovered over you sliding his cock in between your lips. You stuck your tongue out as he pushed in deeper allowing him further into your mouth, the tip of his dick prodding your throat.

“FFffffuck! Good girl. Are... are you r-ready?” You hummed around his cock and he felt it vibrate through his whole body. He propped himself up over you, gripping the headboard with two hands and started thrusting into your mouth deeper. You gagged and choked on his dick and he pulled out spit connected to your lips and his cock. You took a couple of deep breaths and Hyunjin thrusted back into your mouth bottoming out in the back of your throat again. This time when you choked he didn’t pull out, he thrusted deeper and harder into your throat. He felt a strong gag on the tip of his cock and pulled out, you gasping for air.

“Color?”

“Green.” You choked out before he shoved his cock back into your mouth fucking it hard and deep again. He braced against the headboard with one hand and held the back of your head with the other, pushing you down on his dick, making you swallow all of him, giving you a few more deep thrusts and pulling out again. You had tears in your eyes drool running down your chin.

“Color?”

“Green now choke me with your cock Jinnie.” He rubbed his tip against your face slapping your lips with it before thrusting in and fucking your throat mercilessly. The gagging, choking and squelching of his cock punishing your throat filled the room. Your tied hands started playing with his balls and Hyunjin was ready to blow.

“FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK OHHHH BEAUTIFUL FUCK!!! Can I cum down your throat hmm? Gonna be a good girl and choke down my cum?” You hummed around his cock hard and He gripped the back of your head again pushing you down as he came in your mouth, his seed flooding and dripping down your chin.

“Fuck! Oh fuck oh god damn! Swallow it!” You swallowed what you could and Hyunjin pulled his softening cock from your mouth. You took big, deep breaths, licking your lips and savoring the taste of him. When Hyunjin’s wits were back about him he untied your wrists, and then untied each of your legs from the bed posts. Massaging each one of them, softly kissing them each again. You could finally relax all your limbs and you laid there completely fucked out. Hyunjin kissed your shoulder and neck then your lips, his taste lingering on your tongue. He was stroking his cock again as the two of you softly made out for a bit, catching your breath. Just enjoying each other’s lips and taste.

“God I want to fuck you so bad, I want your arms and soft legs wrapped around me and I want to lose myself inside you.” He kissed you and you could feel his hard cock prodding at your pussy. You wrapped your arms around him. Nuzzled against his nose and place soft chaste kisses to his lips, over and over. Hyunjin jumped when you first grabbed his cock, not expecting it with how tenderly you were kissing him. You lined him up with your warm cunt and slid the tip of him into you. Hyunjin’s forehead fell against yours and he moaned as he pushed deeper into you.

“Feels so good Hyunjin-ah, don’t stop.” He bit his lips and shook his head no, sweat already forming on his brow. He continued to slide into you until your hips were pressed together. You wrapped your thick thighs around Hyunjin, your arms gripping him close to you, no possible way there was any space left between the two of you. Hyunjin propped up on his elbows, held your face, his forehead pressed to yours again as he rocked his hips into you, slow deep grinding, both of you kissing and consuming the other’s moans and soft pants.

“You’re so beautiful, god you feel so good, so soft everywhere, fuck, I love you y/n I love you.” You were coming, tears of pleasure in your eyes as Hyunjin kissed you tenderly.

“Hyun- I-I love y-you.” When Hyunjin felt your walls fluttering around his cock he pushed deep inside you slower.

“C-can I cum inside you?” You held onto him tightly with your arms and legs still and nodded, kissing him as his speed picked up again. The soft moans that came from Hyunjin as his orgasm approached made you want it all the more.

“Please Hyunjin-ah, cum inside me.” His hips started to lose rhythm.

“Please.” You whispered in a soft moan against his lips and Hyunjin came. He pushed deep into you and stilled as his cock twitched and filled you with his big warm load. Hyunjin collapsed on you filling you, softening inside you, his cum dripping out of your sensitive hole. Both of your sweaty bodies completely spent. Hyunjin finally managed to stop crushing you and lay next to you. The two of you laid there quietly, catching your breath until you finally broke the silence.

“We need to shower and clean up Jinnie.” He hummed nodding and started to get up.

“I know...” He sat up on the edge of the bed and looked back at you with his eyebrow cocked and a smirk plastered on his face.

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venusandsaturnsrings · 3 months

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Okay lemme just

I have jjk brainrot and lemme just try to categorise my thoughts instead of letting them go !!!!!!!!

GOJO:

-Special grade teaser, this man will have you begging and edging you till you're crying

-def into letting you wear his blindfold, bonus if you're tied up

GETO

Pet play, corruption kink, need i go on- also if going with bottom Geto, def whimpers if you tug on his hair

MEGUMI

Purely basing this on an rp i had with a friend- lactation kink. Absolutely down for 3 somes with his SO + Yuji, we stan a bi king

SUKUNA

Blood kink, marking, anyway he can show off that you're his. Prolly bites you on the darn daily

MAHITO (making this extra long for you <3)

Hear me out- virgin but freaky AF

Watersports, spit, blood, cum, he's down for anything

Def has fantasies about carving his name into his fav human toy (you <3) preferably on the chest for all to see

Wil push you to your limits, prolly sucks at aftercare but can be bribed ibto beibg the best with it jn return for some new games and toys *nudge nudge wink wink*

Bonus-

Geeting double penetrated by Mahito and Foul Legacy Taru <3

IM LISTENING IM HEARING U OUT IM BRAINROTTING WITH U!! i’m crafting up a silly au where everyone lives and no one suffers and everyone gets to be happy and go to uni together and and and… so given that, i’m writing gumi n junpei as over 18!! crazy to think about but in canon time im younger than all of them… fucked up how time works huh… ANYWAYS…

includes: this is just general headcanons building off what you said my dearest + adding a couple of my own thoughts!! has Gojo, Geto, Megumi, Sukuna, Mahito, and Junpei bc he is so special to me <3 i am one of 3 Junpei kinnies on this planet i swear…

i’m not a major Gojo fucker, if anything we have hate sex that is fuelled by pent up arousal and being big time touch starved… but the idea of him using his blindfold on you?? oh dear oh my… it’s both a big step in trust and vulnerability. given that he finds not having his eyes covered to be immensely overwhelming, i imagine there’d be a strong bond between him and his partner to do this. he’s used to seeing you through the way he detects energy, it’s second nature to him, but he’ll never quite get over what it’s like to actually see you with his real eyes. his fingertips are shaking and he can’t seem to look at anything other than your face twisted in pleasure as he denies you your nth release of the day; it’s a carnal satisfaction. he tends to be very mouthy and loud whenever you’re going at it but with you splayed out in front of him like this, your body shielded by absolutely nothing, he’s rather quiet as he takes in every inch of you. it’s a form of depraved worship, in a way, that he feels so compelled to hardly even breathe to appreciate you and only you as much as he possibly can.

i’d be a liar if i said i wasn’t terribly down bad for Geto. long-haired men get me good and he’s no exception… he’s 100% into pet play and corruption you hit the nail on the head!! it’s half a control thing and half a desire to please, he doesn’t feel a lot of power over his life and being able to get some of that from what you two do together his cathartic. he’s partial to cat girls, having a little kitty for him to play with and to kneel at his feet brings him satisfaction like nothing else. Geto is also the best at aftercare!! he’s very tender in how he treats you, already having a nice warm bath and a glass of water ready… anything you need, just ask, he’d give the world to stay by your side as long as he possibly can.

prior to this ask, i’d never actually thought of Megumi before… but, hear me out, going off of his thing of sharing you with Yuji, i think he’s into being cucked. i’m sorry to be the one to say it but to my core i believe this is true and canon… when it’s just the two of you, Gumi has the tendency to get a bit nervous and lost at times so seeing someone he trusts so deeply take the reigns and really work to make you feel good without hesitation gets him going. sometimes he does get a bit jealous of the way Yuji palms at your tits or the way he gets you to squeal so loud but ultimately he knows you’re his. even if Yuji offered to snag you away, you wouldn’t accept because Gumi is the one you want (reassure him from time to time though). plus, after watching so many times, he gains a better grasp on what to do!! i think he also likes letting Yuji instruct him on just how to fuck you proper. <3

Sukuna… you are a man of many wonders and arms. he is absolutely the biggest biter of them all!! will use his normal mouth most of the time but really enjoys using his stomach mouth to nip at your ass when he’s plowing you from behind as the way you yelp in surprise never fails to get him going. he loves that having four arms means he can keep your hips still, choke you, and grope at whatever skin he wants all at the same time; there’s never a part of your body that goes missed. despite his claims of not caring about humans, there’s nothing that he loves more than having you dangle off his arm and getting to touch you in a way nobody else ever could. also, two cocks absolutely. prepare yourself to be stuffed full, he’s partial to having them both balls deep in your pussy.

FREAKY VIRGIN MAHITO IS REAL!! he’s all about experimenting so there’s really nothing he wouldn’t try honestly, it’s more of a challenge to convince him to not do certain things *shivers*… but that does come with a lot of bonuses seeing that he won’t write off anything so it’s free game for you!! odds are he’ll enjoy anything so long as he learns something from it, if it gets him off then even better. he’s naturally most interested in anything that’ll induce pain, emotional or physical, and things that allow him to be in complete control (submitting to a human? fat chance). Depending on how exactly he sees you, and how ooc you’re willing to take, you’re either going to be a good ol fashion pump n dump that he brutally slaughters OR you’ll end up being his forever pet that he won’t let out of his sight for more than fifteen seconds… both are a unique form of suffering but it’s Mahito, so there’s really no white picket fence ending option… regardless, prepare yourself to be used in the grossest ways. he’s got a particular fondness for watersports and anything that results in blood, with a preference for knife play and good ol aggressive biting, simply because he likes seeing you become a filthy depraved mess even when he’s being so cruel. i have a vague concept for a human au but even then he’s a nasty freak with no boundaries!!

adding Junpei onto this because he’s so dear to my heart and also the biggest incel. affection doesn’t come easy to him especially when it’s sexual, he finds being on the receiving end to feel as though it’s only because you pity him. try as you might, convincing him otherwise is going to take some time but he has no problem understanding his own feelings to be true although he’s shy… major panty sniffer alert, he’s too scared to actually try anything with you but he’s got his needs!! stealing a cute white cotton pair from your hamper is the next best thing to him and he’ll spend the next week with them pressed to his face whenever he’s alone, dick rutting into his hand messily. it’s subconscious but he also has a habit of stalking you around a little bit when he’s too nervous to actually talk to you but he swears it’s an accident!! he didn’t mean to learn your whole schedule it’s just that he sees you doing certain things more often!! he’s supposed to be on the other side of the city at that time for work?? you’re delusional, he was just… sent there for some sort of project, nothing weird at all he’d never!! huge whiner btw, babbles a lot when he’s finally fucking you.

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etherealxwitch · 2 years

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Enjoy The Show

Pairing: Dom!Steve x Sub!Eddie x Switch/Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie isn't the best at listening which leaves him a bit... tied up.

Warnings: dry humping, use of handcuffs, mlm content (oral, kissing, touching), praise, slight degradation, teasing, dirty talk, pet names, oral (m and f receiving), fingering (f receiving), ball play, reader calls steve daddy once, cuckholdish themes?, unprotected sex, creampie, facial, cum play

WC: 3.7K

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You were trying to study; trying being the keyword. You were stressed with college classes and work and not to mention your boyfriend, Eddie, was being needier than usual today. You promised him that once you were done studying that you would give him all the attention he deserves, but it doesn’t seem like he was having it. You were currently laying on your stomach, your head practically in a book, but Eddie was grinding on you, distracting you even more than before.

“Eddie, I swear to god.” You tried to turn your body, but you were pinned underneath his body weight, “I need to study.” It was getting harder to concentrate, especially when Eddie’s hard cock was pressing into your ass.

Eddie groaned into your ear when he grinded into you harder, his cock now throbbing against you. “B-baby, please. I’ve been so needy all day and you- you promised me.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, your head literally falling into the book below you. “I promised after I finished-“

You didn’t even have time to finish your sentence when you heard Eddie quietly moan out your name and a wetness begin to form on the back of his pants. There was no way he was cumming right now, was there? Eddie was so going to be in trouble later and from his constant apologies, he knows it all too well.

“Shit- fuck, baby.” His clothed hips stuttered into yours and you soon felt his cock soften.

Once back into the right state of mind, Eddie had realized exactly what he had done. Quickly, he got off of you and immediately started to apologize, his words barely coming out as he couldn’t exactly wrap his head around what had just happened. You too were shocked and very confused on why he would do something so crazy.

“You’re kidding me right?” You moved from your lying position on the bed and made your way over to the mirror, taking a look at the wet spot on your pants. “You came? Not only in your pants but also on mine?”

“I-I’m sorry? I didn’t mean for it to-“

You let out a chuckle, a little bit of a sadistic chuckle. “You’re sorry?” You walked closer to Eddie, the back of his legs hitting the bed. “I think you’ll be even more sorry once Steve finds out about this.”

Eddie’s face immediately went pale. He knew that if Steve found out about what happened, he would be in for a long night of agony (or not, depending on Steve’s mood).

“Wait.. wait! Please, let me make it up to you.” Eddie got on his knees in front of you, hands clasped together. “Don’t tell Steve, you know how he can be.”

“And how can I exactly be, pretty boy?” Your head whipped to the side as you heard Steve’s voice come from the door, his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. “C’mon, don’t be so quiet now.”

As soon as Eddie went to speak up, you cut him off, shooting him a wink. “Someone took it upon themselves and came in his pants.. while grinding on me, without permission.”

Steve gave Eddie a look, a look that told you that he had something planned. He was surprised, but surprises can be really fun. “Oh, did he?” He made his way over to Eddie and carded his fingers through the boy's curls, tugging just a bit. “And why did you do that? You better make your answer a good one.”

Eddie stuttered over his words causing Steve to tug on his hair harder. “Shit, okay. I-I was needy and I just wanted some relief.” He looked up at Steve with watery eyes, “I didn’t mean to- to cum in my pants, I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, baby, you’ll show just how sorry you really are.” Steve chuckles and looks over to you. “Wanna grab those handcuffs for our baby boy? Think we have to show him a lesson.”

You didn’t need to be told twice, especially when it came to Steve being in full dom mode. While grabbing the handcuffs of their hanger, you made a whole show in front of Eddie. You dangled them in his face, watching as the metal made his watering brown eyes glint from them. Eddie’s chest heaved with each breath as he watched you saunter back over to Steve, handing him the cuffs.

“See Eddie, it’s not that hard to be good now is it?” Steve took the cuffs from your hand, kissing your waiting lips. He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth and let it plop out. “What do you say we cuff him to the chair and then make him enjoy the show? I think he’s cum enough for right now.”

Steve walked around the bed, grabbing the chair from Eddie’s desk and scooting it over until it was right in front of the bed. “Your throne awaits, Eddie.”

Shakily, Eddie stood up and sat in the chair, looking up at the two of you with pleading eyes.

You kneeled in front of him, cupping his cheeks into his hands. “I don’t think those cute puppy dog eyes are going to help you this time.” You gripped his chin, forcing your lips against his. When you pulled away, Eddie chased after you a bit. He needed more than just that kiss, needed more than just a kiss at all. “Uh uh, you need to learn the waiting game.”

Eddie’s cock hardened as he watched you stand back up and Steve pushed you against the bed. Your legs spread for him. “You see how easy it is to get between her legs, Eddie? You could between our girl’s thighs right at this moment,” Steve lifted up the bottom of your shirt and scattered small kisses across your stomach, causing you to giggle. “But you ruined that one.”

“Hey, Stevie? Should we strip him just to make it worse for him? That way when the air hits his cock, it’ll jump and be more aching?” You looked at Eddie over Steve’s shoulder and he had his teeth between his lips.

“I like the way you think, princess.” Steve left your body and you both walked over to Eddie.

Your hands worked at Eddie’s pants, your hand ghosting over the bulge in his pants. To be even more of a tease, you squeezed at his cock and gave yourself a mental pat on your back as Eddie hissed through gritted teeth. In one swift move, you pulled down his jeans and boxers, his cock hitting against his happy trail and leaking with precum. “Look at this mess.”

You went to lick at the leaking slit, but Steve pulled you back with your hair. Eddie’s hopeful eyes dropped the second your lips were moved from his cock.

“You save that for later, got it?” You nodded your head and watched as Steve let go of your hair and reached up the the neckline of Eddie’s old, raggedy shirt, ripping it right down the middle. “I think this will do.”

Steve pinned Eddie’s hands behind his back before cuffing them together and then placing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Too tight?” Eddie shook his head, too scared to let his actual voice do all the talking. “Good boy.”

You stripped before both of the boys, slowly taking off your clothes and twirling so they can get a good look at every part of you. Their eyes gawked over your body, drinking you in. “See something you like?”

Eddie gulped at the sight of you, your bare boobs and pussy just shining like a light that he wants to crawl to. He pulls against his cuffs, but of course to no avail. He gets nowhere by doing that. “This is not fair.”

Steve tutted at him, grabbing Eddie’s cock and giving it a slight pump. It was just a small touch before pulling his hand away. “I think this is very fair,” Steve walked behind you, cupping your boobs and pulling at your nipples causing them to quickly harden. “We both think this is very fair.”

A hand trailed down your body, stopping right at your very needy pussy. Easily, Steve slipped a finger over your soaked slit before walking back over to Eddie and running his finger over his waiting lips. “Doesn’t she taste amazing, Eddie?”

Eddie’s tongue darted out of his mouth, swiping over his lips and humming at the small taste of you. His cock jumped as soon as you flooded his taste buds. He craved more and more. “Can I have more, please? I promise I’ll be good and this won’t ever happen again.”

“Let’s see how tonight goes and maybe you can have more.” Steve leaned down and kissed Eddie, his tongue swiping over Eddie’s. Eddie groaned into Steve’s mouth, bucking his hips for any kind of attention that he could get.

The action was making you needier by the minute. Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you laid on the bed and spread your legs, giving both boys a perfect view of your pussy. Your fingers found your clit, rolling over the swollen bud and collecting some of your slick to make a small squelching noise. It caught the attention of both boys, two of them pulling away from one another, a string of salvia still barely connecting them. They both watched your skilled fingers move around and listened as your quiet moans filled their ears. You sounded like an angel; you were an angel.

“Looks like you can use some help with that, pretty girl.” Steve left Eddie and kneeled between your legs, his soft plump lips kissing up your thighs and leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Look at you, all soaked and ready for me to devour.”

Steve’s tongue quickly finds your clit, swirling over it and sucking into his mouth. His hair flopped in front of his brown eyes and you reached up to move it away. He looked up at you, making eye contact right has he lightly nibbled on your clit.

“Jesus, Steve.” Your back arched, the slight pain becoming pleasurable. You grind your clit across his tongue, his hands coming under your thighs and pushing your legs against your chest. “Fucking hell.”

Eddie moaned at the sight of you and Steve in front of him. It’s almost like he could taste you in his tongue. “You two are going to be the absolute death of me.” His voice was ragged as his breath was a little labored from the need coursing through his body.

This new position Steve had you in made it easier for his tongue to slide right into your pussy. Your thighs shook as his tongue rolled over your g-spot, almost sending you into an orgasm already. He hummed against you, sending a shiver up your spine and causing you to tug on his hair even harder.

“I can tell you’re close, baby.” Steve pulled away and replaced his tongue with two of his slender fingers. “God, you should see the way you clench around anything that’s in your pussy.” His other reached up your body, toying with one of your hard nipples. He rolled it between his rough fingers, pulling here and there causing a pleasurable sting.

Pleasure filled your senses and soon enough, you could hear the sound of yourself cumming. You moaned loudly, your orgasm building the more Steve was talking dirty to you. It wasn’t just his words, it was also his voice that sent you over the edge. “I- fucking fuck.” Your body shook as you came around Steve’s fingers, feeling yourself gush over your thighs and down to the bed. “S-Steve…” your voice trailer off into a silent moan, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

Across the bed, Eddie’s cock throbbed and bobbed as he watched you make a mess. “God, this is too much.”

As you slowly relaxed, Steve pulled his fingers from your pussy and dangled them in front of your mouth. Obediently, you opened your mouth as he shoved his fingers inside. Steve watched you gag and tears brim around your eyes. “That’s it, baby, you take everything I give you so well.”

A whine erupted from Eddie as he watched your cum drip from Steve’s fingers. He wanted to taste you so bad, his mouth was watering just thinking about it. “Please, just another small taste is all I ask for.” Eddie looked at the two of you, both silently and verbally begging.

“I think you’ve earned a taste, right Steve?” Steve nodded his head at you, already knowing what you were planning to do.

Your shaky legs allowed you to slowly move over to the chair that Eddie was cuffed to. “Give me those pretty lips, baby.” Eddie leaned up, his lips wanting nothing more than to be pressed against yours. You gave in, pressing your lips to his and swiping your tongue across his bottom lip. Eddie moaned against your mouth and you felt his hard cock nudge at your hanging hand. “I don’t think you’ve earned just that yet. I think you need a little more.. teasing?”

“I'll get payback for this, I swear.” Eddie’s arms tensed as he tried to, yet again, pull at the cuffs. He was huffing at you, his teeth gritted. Eddie wasn’t angry, but he was so needy that if he didn’t get to cum again soon he might actually explode.

You laughed at him before Steve pulled you back to the bed. “Eddie hasn’t, but I’ve definitely earned the feeling of your pussy wrapped around my cock.” He laid you down on your back and stood up to strip himself of his work uniform. His hard cock bobbed and Eddie’s mouth watered at the sight of it. “Don’t worry, you can have that later, baby boy.”

Steve helped you get situated, your body pressed under his and his cock nudging at your thigh. “You’ve been such a good girl for me, you know that? And good girls get cock.” He grabbed his hefty cock, sliding the leaking tip of it through your slit. You both groaned at the feeling, your pussy just ready to be wrecked and his cock aching to get inside you. “You ready?” Steve lined himself up and waited for you to say something.

“I’m so ready.” You reached down between your two hot bodies and removed his hand, grabbing his cock yourself. You guided him in, his head going to lay on your shoulder and you enveloped each part of his fat cock. “G-god, Steve.” No matter how many times Steve’s cock split you open, you would never get over the initial sting of him sliding in.

You felt Steve’s teeth bite at your shoulder as his eyes squeezed shut. “Fuck, baby. Your pussy is so god damn tight.” His hips slowly started to rock into yours, your boobs bouncing against his hairy and sweaty chest. “Just squeezing my cock so perfectly.”

Steve leant up on his forearms, his eyes searching for Eddie’s hazy ones. “Tell Eddie who is making you feel so good baby, make it wish it was him.”

Just to add more fuel to the fire, Steve pulled all the way out before slamming in, his heavy balls pressed right against your ass. “D-daddy! Daddy is making me feel good.” Your hands fisted the sheets below you, your pussy feeling so full.

Eddie moaned at the view he had before him. His cock was past the point of aching and he needed some sort of relief. He pressed his thick thighs together, his balls being squeezed between them. A choked sob left his lips as he could just cum from that. It wasn’t the relief he was looking for, but it was doing the job. “You’re so pretty, fuck. Both of you are so damn pretty.”

Steve gripped your chin and forced your head back to watch Eddie all while he was driving his cock in you with such force that you could feel it in your stomach. “Watch him, baby. Watch how desperate he is to have his cock in my mouth or stuffed inside your tight pussy.” Your nails raked down Steve’s back, almost so hard that you drew blood. “Yeah? Does that feel good? You gonna make a mess on my cock?”

You nodded your head and whined out loud with each thrusting of Steve’s cock. He was hitting your g-spot perfectly each time and it was causing your toes to curl and your chest to heave. “Y-yes, Steve! Fuck, I’m so close.”

“That’s too bad.” Just as you were about to cum, Steve pulled out and you stared at him, mouth hanging open. “As much as I want you to cum on my cock,” slowly, he pulls out and you wince at the feeling. “I’d rather you ride Eddie and to see my two good babies cumming together.”

Eddie’s eyes lit up and his leg started to bounce in anticipation. “Thank you, thank you so much, Steve.”

Steve left you aching and wanting more, walking over to Eddie to uncuff the waiting boy. “Go on, you’ve been good and patient tonight.”

Not having to be told twice, Eddie left the chair and practically sprinted to the bed. He laid his body beside you, his cock and balls ready for you to suck him dry of all the cum he has to offer. His hand reached out for you, helping you straddle his legs.

“You look so good when you’re under me, Eddie.” You lifted your hips and slid down his cock, the two of you moaning out in unison. “And you feel even better.”

Hands were quickly all over your body. Eddie gripping out your hips and helping you bounce while his other hand reached up and grabbed at your boobs, smacking them. You tried to hold in the moans, tried to have some control but it was hard when you were bouncing on such a good cock.

“Did I say you could touch?” Your small hand found his throat and squeezed it, cutting off some of his air. You could feel Eddie’s cock pulse inside you with each squeeze of your hand, causing you to smirk. “You like that? You like being used?”

You bounce harder, your thighs hitting against Eddie’s. The orgasm slowly built back up and you clenched around Eddie just as you felt him throb and cum inside you. His whole body shook and his hands gripped your hips so hard that you’re sure you’ll be seeing bruises in the morning. “S-shit, baby, yes.”

Eddie’s orgasm spurred on your own as your hips stilled and you had to brace yourself against his chest. It ripped through you and sent fire through each part of your body. You were shaking and moaning out so loudly that you’re sure the neighbors around you could hear clear as day.

“Oh my god, yes. Yes!” You felt yourself drip over Eddie’s cock as the two of you came together, making one big mess.

Never has Eddie seen such a beautiful sight before him. Your mouth hung open in an “o” shape and your tits bounced in front of his face with each heavy breath you took. It kept him spilling his cum inside you, you wrecked him perfectly. “You’re so beautiful, so- god damn, beautiful.”

Your thighs shook around Eddie as you both finished cumming. All that could be heard around the room were heavy breaths and you almost forgot Steve was there… almost.

“You two are perfect.” Your eyes shot over to Steve and watched as he pumped his cock into his fist. “Come get on your knees, the both of you.”

Slowly, you slid off Eddie’s softening cock and hissed at the feeling. You didn’t fully trust your legs so you grabbed onto Eddie’s forearm, the two of you helping each other move over to Steve.

In unison, you both dropped to your knees in front of Steve’s leaking cock. “Don’t just sit there, you two know what to do.” One of Steve’s hands grabbed your sweaty hair while his other pulled Eddie’s, guiding you both toward his cock. “It’s my turn to cum.”

Mouths were pressed over Steve’s cock. You sucked on his heavy sack while Eddie bobbed his head up and down the shaft, gagging when Steve pushed his head farther down. “T-that’s it, always so willing to pleasure me. Aren’t you two?” You made eye contact and Steve winked at you as you rolled your tongue around his balls, his teeth catching his bottom lip.

Eddie and you switched places, your mouth taking as much as Steve’s cock as you could. Tears falling down your cheeks as you gagged around it, causing Steve to let out a chuckle that was taken over by a moan. Below you, Eddie was suckling both of Steve’s balls into his warm mouth. It was messy, the two of you and Steve’s cock covered in spit. Steve pulled the both of you away from his cock before pushing your head against Eddie’s, you knew what was coming next.

“You want my cum? Huh?” You and Eddie stuck out your tongues as Steve pumped his cock in his hand. Steve’s hand tightened around the head of his cock and his balls tensed up right as his hot cum spurted out over your tongues and across your now even messier faces. “O-oh, hell.” Steve’s hand moved faster, the last of his cum dripping from his knuckles.

With a labored breathing, Steve looked down at the two of you. Your face was covered in cum and you swallowed the small amount that you did manage to catch.

Steve swiped fingers over yours and Eddie’s faces, collecting the mess he made before shoving them into your mouth. “So good, you two.” He kneeled down to eye level and pulled the both of you to him, the three of you smashing your lips together as best as you could.

“I don’t know about you two, but I need a break.” Eddie was the first to break away making his way back to the bed and plopping on it.

You and Steve joined him, laying on each side of him. “Then you can show us this payback you were talking about, big boy.”

Eddie rolled his eyes at your words and wrapped an arm around you and Steve. “Give me a minute and just wait, I’ll have the two of you begging to touch me.”

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orangeinecstasy · 6 months

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ross boyfriend thoughts ฺ｡*:･

an: hey everyone! one person told me they wanted a ross bf thoughts and because i can't control myself and because i love him sm i did it! also i tried a new format, lmk what you think!

cw: fluff and smut sections

cute simple dates

i already know ross is such a big romantic and would do something super amazing, like plan a whole day for the two of you. but i just know that he loves the cute little dates that you guys do. like going to brunch or having a movie night-- he's pretty much putty in your hand at those points. even if it's something random, like the two of you being up late at night, cooking a meal together, and dancing around the kitchen.

remembers all the things you like and buys them when he sees them

once again, big romantic. if he's at the shop or even in a different country and sees something you mentioned liking or wanted to try he's, of course, buying it.

doing his hair

there have been multiple moments where you braided his hair just because you could. i'm sure he puts on a front where he doesn't want to do it but ends up loving you messing with his hair and how happy it makes you.

constantly wearing his clothes

he loves seeing you in his clothes and how comfortable and safe they make you feel. i know it just warms his heart knowing something so simple that he does indirectly can give you so much joy.

semi-frequent pet name user

i don't think he uses them a ton, like he doesn't force it but lets it happen naturally. definitely lots of "loves" and "babes". doesn't mind at all you using pet names for him.

little spoon lover

i can see him after tour is over and just wanting to be in your arms and have you play with his hair. you make him feel safe and comforted and seen and he's not ashamed about that.

cold winter mornings

on the balcony together having a smoke with a cup of coffee. his arms are wrapped around your waist and he's pressing your back closer to his chest to preserve the warmth between you. you guys chat about anything and probably end up going back to bed.

100% a he fell first and harder

you guys probably met through friends and you'd already known about him a little bit. of course your friend hyped him up before you met him and as soon as his eyes landed on you he knew you were the one.

treasures of yours with him all the time

this is more of an on-tour thing, but i feel like he keeps one of your hair ties around his wrist or a photo of you in his wallet. little things like that so that you feel close to him

smut below the pictures

size kink

he loves the innocence of it. how just because he's bigger than you he can overpower you in so many ways. how doe eyes look up at him through lashes like you don't know what you're doing. how he can grip both of your wrists as he plows into you. just everything about it makes him go crazy.

hair pulling

i think this one is pretty self explanatory. i mean how could you not when it's right there?

munch, duh

he constantly wants to eat you out to the point where it's become another food group to him. if he had a rough day or if you did. if he's bored. he could be in-between your legs for hours if you let him pulling every orgasm out of you until you're pushing his head away to stop.

pleasure/soft dom

he just wants to make you feel as good as possible as much as he can, to the point where he's accidentally overstimulating you. i have an inking that he feels a little bit guilty when he gives out punishments, but good pets have to learn how to behave, right? (once he sees how much you love it, the guilt turns into pleasure)

sir kink

i started off really simple. you asked you to do something for him and you responded with "yes, sir." and he felt something wash over him. you could feel the energy in the room thicken after that moment until he broke and fucked you over the counter until "sir" was the only thing you could say.

wax play

blindfolds you and ties you up so you can't pull away as he watches your body's reaction to him pouring small amounts of wax on your skin. especially loves pouring it over your tits so he can sloppily mouth it off.

choking

he loves seeing you sloppy and drooly and purring underneath him, and choking only allows him to see that even sooner.

possessive

this is in and out of the bedroom. though it's not in an aggressive way, he wants you to know he's yours and you're his, and he doesn't have a problem with fucking that knowledge back into you.

cockwarming

so so innocent. he just wants to be close to you. if you're doing something for work or if he's working in the studio he'll always make it an option. especially during late nights when you're both too tired to fuck but want to feel something.

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clementine-thedestroyer · 5 months

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Second time in one week I try to write porn without plot and somehow 1-2k words of soft fluffy hurt-comfort bullshit show up at the front door and just make themselves at home. I'm not even kidding, the last 1500 words are just more sex, but softer. There's not even any elements of the prompts in that part. Someone take away my fucking Tumblr and Ao3.

Anyways. With that out of the way, may I present to the esteemed ladies, gentlemen, and otherwise categorized inhabitants of Tumblr: Kinktober in December

Kinktober day 23/24: Shibari + pet play - Gaz x reader

Warnings/Tags: Bondage/shibari, Pet play (kitten, specifically), gags, blindfolds, overstimulation, fem!reader, unprotected piv sex, sex as aftercare, then more aftercare. The pet play is pretty light in this, and Gaz is a soft dom but gets a bit meaner than usual here. The gets super soft.

Gaz was an asshole. That's it, you’ve decided. Let it be known across the lands that you, girlfriend supreme, officially, deem your sweet, caring boyfriend of nearly 10 months a complete asshole on the rare occasion he decides to be mean in the bedroom.

Or… maybe the term “pill” would be more suitable. Because calling him an “asshole” implies a certain level of jerkiness, and Gaz was anything but a jerk- and it also implies that he’s doing something you don’t like… and it would be a lie to say you didn’t like this.

This being how you’re spread out on the bed- lying on your stomach and held in place by an array of intricate knots. Your right leg was stretched out behind you and towards the bottom of the bed. A rope looped around your ankle is secured to the foot of the bed- keeping you from pulling it up. Another loop is done around the thigh of the same leg, although the loop around your thigh goes to secure to the side of the bed frame instead of the foot, and the loop itself was done a bit tight- not enough to hurt- just enough for the muscle and fat of the area to bubble out a bit. Your left leg was bound completely differently. Gaz had had you bend your knee all the way, until your heel was nearly touching your butt- then had tied it that way. The bindings on that leg also had a rope connecting down to the bed frame- although done to the side and towards the headboard. Together with the positioning of your other leg, the ropes kept your legs spread and your body on display for anyone in the room.

Your arms were tied too, of course. Gaz had pulled them both behind you and had you bend your elbows so he could bond your forearms together horizontally. And in addition to the ropes keeping you in place, there was, of course, a cute little pair of cat ears perched atop your head.

The position wasn’t uncomfortable, and it was far easier for Gaz to get you into than plenty of the others the two of you had done. Gaz had even given the ropes keeping your legs in place a bit of slack out of consideration for your hip flexors.

That really should have been your first warning.

Gaz was usually meticulous with his rope work. If he didn’t want you to be able to move, you would not be able to move. So the fact that you were left with enough room to wiggle, squirm, and even slightly reposition yourself was an intentional one.

But you didn’t quite catch on to what he was planning until later.

You let him tug a blindfold over your eyes- blissfully unaware of whatever he was doing behind you- aside from teasing him whenever you heard the sound of him dropping or struggling to find something in his own closet.

You laughed when he responded to your teases with a quip of his own- warning you to mind the rather vulnerable position you’ve let him put you in. a warning which you, of course, paid no heed to. Gaz wasn’t much of a stickler for behavior- you could get away with whatever the bratting equivalent of murder was with him, and you knew it. With Gaz, it was all soft and sweet- although certainly not vanilla.

You didn’t think much of it when, once he finally found what he was looking for, he positioned himself behind you and, instead of going for your cunt, poured a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and started opening up your ass.

You whined softly and arched your back for him, grinding your clit down against the mattress beneath you and greedily pushing back on the one, then two fingers that stretched you open. Your needy display was met only with amusement- no praises of “good girl” and no hand reaching down to toy with your clit.

You couldn’t help but pout, still rocking back on the fingers that fucked you open. You could play this man like a damn fiddle, and you knew it- why weren't your usual tricks working?

You didn't even think much of it when he finally removed his fingers- only to replace them with a toy instead of his cock. You did, however, whine a bit about it. Why did he have to spend all that time stretching your ass if he was just going to fuck your pussy anyways?

You weren't given an answer beyond an amused chuckle and a reminder to “be patient”.

The toy in your ass is one you recognize immediately. The fur tickling at your skin was a dead giveaway- along with the fact that wherever the cat ears go, Gaz makes sure the matching tail will follow.

You only start to realize it’s not going to be one of you two’s usual nights when you feel the head of a wand vibrator nestled against your clit and turned on.

You immediately jerk in your bindings, yelping at the sudden stimulation and immediately trying to lift your hips up and away from it- only for the vibrator to move with you. You whine pitifully as you realize Gaz is tying it to your thigh, arching your back harder and practically wiggling your ass for him as you try to squirm away from the toy.

“Settle down, kitty.” Gaz says calmly- though you’re certain that if you could see his face, you’d find him grinning ear-to-ear. He places a large hand on each side of your hips and gives them a warning squeeze before gently pushing you back down flat against the mattress- the tail bouncing slightly and brushing against the back of your thigh when he does.

You let out a muffled plea as he holds your hips down, sandwiching the vibrator between you and the mattress and effectively forcing you to let the vibrator nestle directly against your clit. The vibrations against your clit were already bordering on too much at first- but like this, the stimulation was downright painful.

You begged incoherently and bucked your hips, squirming desperately as tears started to gather at the corners of your eyes. When Gaz finally released his hold on your hips- even going so far as to lift them up for you to relive the worst of the stimulation- you sobbed, breathing heavily as your legs twitched in the ropes binding them.

“Aw, does kitty not like that?” Gaz asks- and you can hear the teasing tone and amusement in his voice as he does.

The blindfold has been thoroughly displaced by this point. Because of being on your stomach and the relative mobility you had with your upper body, all of your squirming had been enough for it to get slightly pulled down, just enough for you to turn your head back to look at Gaz and give him a desperate look.

“Kyle!! P-Please! I-I can’t- I can’t! It hurts!” You plead, in what you’re sure is an absolutely debauched state. Your hair is probably a mess, your face is wet from tears, and you’re practically trembling as you beg him.

Gaz smiles softly, and you watch him grab what you recognize as the wand’s remote and click the “down” button a couple of times. He then leans forward, still supporting your hips with one arm as he presses a kiss to your wet cheek.

“Sorry, love. That was mean, I know.” He says, still smiling and gently tugging the blindfold back over your eyes as he speaks.

You whine pitifully- both at the loss of your vision and his words- and go limp against the bed, letting your head fall against the mattress and your hips rely fully on Gaz’s hold. Once you go limp, you get a pat on the bottom and a pillow placed under you.

“I’ll be right back.” Gaz says softly to you, and as his hands leave your hips, the pillow supports you enough to keep the vibrator just barely touching your clit- as opposed to being pressed fully against it like earlier.

When Gaz returns, you feel the vibrations switched off and his hand takes one of yours and unclenches it from the tight fist you’ve made it. Before you can ask him what he’s doing or even make a noise of confusion, you feel the shape of a familiar object pressed into your palm.

The clicker. You know this system, it’s one of the two you use- and it also means that you’re likely about to be gagged, because the clicker’s meant for whenever you couldn’t speak or reach a part of Gaz’s body to tap on. Three fast clicks to safeword, one finger stuck out to respond “yes” to a question, and two fingers to respond “no”.

Gaz wraps your fingers around the clicker, situating your thumb beside the button so you can feel where it is. He then leans down, smoothing your hair down a bit and adjusting the cat ears before kissing the nape of your neck and asking you a question.

“Can you show me a “stop”?”

You nod softly and move your thumb onto the button, quickly pressing down three times and filling the room with three loud clicks.

“Good girl,” Gaz says, placing a hand at the base of your spine and rubbing it soothingly. “Am I good to continue?”

You nod, sticking out the index finger of the hand not holding the clicker at the same time to reaffirm your response.

When you feel a hand under your chin, you flinch in surprise. Only for Gaz to laugh and place a hand atop your head, petting at your hair softly before guiding your head back towards him.

“It’s okay kitty, I’m just going to gag you.” Gaz says, pushing the rubbery ball lightly against your lips. Not trying to put it in, but just showing you what he’s about to put in your mouth.

“It’s just the ball gag, okay? You’ve had it before.”

You nod slightly, sticking your tongue out to tentatively lick at the ball in a way that you know will make Gaz smile.

Since he turned off the vibrator, you’ve been steadily calming down from your slightly panicked and very wiggly attempts to escape. With the mean, overstimulating, and relentless assault on your clitoris finished- or at least paused- you’re much more content to sit pretty and sweet for Gaz- so you accept the gag easily.

“Good girl,” Gaz says as you part your lips and let him push the ball securely into your mouth, even tilting your head forward to give him better access to the back of your head to secure the gag. When he’s finished, you’re rewarded with a gentle pat to your cheek and kiss to the top of your head.

“We wouldn’t want you making too much noise and bothering the neighbors, now would we kitty?” He says, giving a final scritch to the area right behind your ear before standing up. You feel the bed shift beneath you as he moves, and you turn your head to the other side to follow the sound of his footsteps as he walks around the bed. When he gets to the other side he sits back down onto the bed between your spread legs- and you practically keen around the gag, arching your back and trying to wiggle your butt back towards him in a silent plea to please fill you up.

Your cunt feels achingly empty, and you find yourself wishing for nothing more than for Gaz to fuck you and make you feel nice and full. Your ass is already filled so nicely with the plug- all you need is Gaz’s cock inside of you and you’ll melt.

Because doesn't it just sound perfect? Gaz got to have his fun with the wand earlier- and now your clit’s oversensitive and you can’t stop clenching around nothing.

You're caught off guard when, instead of Gaz’s cock pushing into you, you feel the wand vibrator tied to your thigh start back up. You scrunch your nose as a wave of confusion hits you- only to be quickly forgotten as you feel the mattress shift beneath you once again as Gaz stands up.

The pillow Gaz had placed under you earlier is taken away, and you’re once again left trying to squirm away from the wand vibrator and keep pressure off of it. You let out a pitiful, betrayed whine behind the gag. Tears once again start to wet the blindfold over your eyes as you desperately try to squirm- looking over at where you think and hope Gaz is and giving him the most betrayed and pleading look you can despite the gag and blindfold. But you don’t get the mercy you were hoping for. Instead, you get a hand on your lower back- not quite pushing you down like before, but almost warning you- and a rare stern tone from Gaz.

“You know what to do if you need it to stop.”

You nod and choke on a sob, continuing to squirm and let desperate, pitiful noises leak through the gag as the toy’s vibrations wrack through your body. A particularly loud yelp spills out of you as Gaz pushes two fingers into your drenched pussy and presses down, right where he knows you’re the most sensitive. The pressure from his fingers forces you to choose between keeping your hips up and pushing against his fingers, or lowering them and letting the vibrator be pressed against your clit again. You're caught between two different sources of “too much”, and left with stuttering hips, jerky movements, and shaky breaths as you try to find a relief that doesn't exist.

“I’ll be back in a little bit.” Gaz says, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on the back of your thigh.

The heat of embarrassment at your cheeks is quickly overpowered by panic as his words register to you. You nearly bawl as you hear his footsteps start to recede and the bedroom door open, and you know that if not for the gag, you’d be screaming and begging for him to come back.

You know you can stop it, you know he’s not going to go far away enough to not hear the clicker. He probably hasn’t even left the room- probably standing in the doorway and keeping a close eye on you- but nothing about knowing that makes you feel any better.

You feel a surge of bratty anger bubble up inside you. How dare he just leave you here!? You were being good and everything! You’ve done nothing to warrant this new… mean version of Gaz!

You try to shake the cat ears off your head- hoping that if Gaz comes back to find you’ve dislodged them and maybe your blindfold too, you’ll get a reaction from him- only to nearly scream in frustration when you fail to make them move an inch. At this point, the brush of the tail’s fur against your thighs has simply become an annoyance too, but you can’t move away from it with the ropes keeping you in place.

Your anger doesn't last long. In fact, most of your thinking is out the window after a couple of minutes, because keeping your hips raised starts to hurt- bad. Before long, your thighs and core are shaking from holding yourself up and your back aches from being arched for so long without support. You hold out for as long as you can, but eventually, you have to give in.

When you finally collapse flat onto the mattress, you break. Your clit is back to being pushed into the head of the wand vibrator by your weight against the mattress, and soon after, you reach a painful orgasm that leaves you sobbing and shaking.

That’s how you know Gaz never actually left the room, because the second you cum, a strong arm lifts your hips and the vibrator is moved away. Instead, Gaz’s fingers take its place- making gentle circles around your clit and letting you grind down onto his hand, whispering sweet praises to you as you ride out your orgasm on his fingers at your own pace.

The gentleness of Gaz’s touch was enough to have you melting. Supported and safe in his arms- whimpering softly behind your gag as the pain gave way to pleasure.

After your orgasm, your head was left hazy and muddled. Enough so that when Gaz undid the gag and pulled the blindfold up and off of your eyes, you didn’t do much more than whine and try to hide from the too-bright lights of the room.

“Good girl” Gaz muttered somewhere behind you- his fingers working quickly at the knots keeping your arms together as he spoke soft praises to you.

His words sent you somehow higher than you already were, and you were right up on cloud nine from the comforting sound of his voice alone. Even the pain of easing your joints out of the position they had been bound in so long didn’t bother you too much.

Once your arms were free, you reached a hand down in between your legs, riding out the aftershocks of your orgasm- although it eventually just became you lazily playing with your oversensitive clit.

Once Gaz finished untying your legs, you found yourself laid on your back and looking up at him, head still hazy, legs still feeling like jelly, and still shamelessly toying with your clit. Gaz himself was still fully clothed- wearing a pair of jeans and a short-sleeved button-up. While usually, being the only one naked might make you squirm in shyness and embarrassment, right now, it only served to comfort you. Being completely bare, laid out, and wrecked for Gaz made you feel… happy. Fuzzy and warm, all that good stuff. Plus, how could you be embarrassed when he was looking down at you with such a loving smile on his face… even if it quickly turned bemused as his eyes followed your arm to the space between your legs.

“You're still going, love? I figured you’d be too sensitive to be up for anything after this.” Gaz said, reaching his hand down to spread your lips to see your swollen clit.

You nod, wincing at a particularly harsh circle of the bud by your hand. You were too sensitive to get off like this- but you also weren't going to stop. You wanted nothing more than to curl up in his arms and let him take care of you, but you were pulled away from that warm, fuzzy feeling you usually got at the end of a scene by the lingering aching of your cunt. Sure, you came- but the fact that you never had anything besides a few fingers inside of you (which didn’t even count, they were only there for a few seconds) meant that, even though your clit was over-abused, the rest of you was still up and ready for round two.

“You shouldn’t touch yourself if it’s hurting like that.” Gaz says, frowning at your pained expression and gently starting to pull your hand away from yourself.

You whine, throwing your head back and furiously shaking it no- nearly dislodging the cat ears that were still on your head. Gaz sighs and smiles at your display, leaning down to kiss you before trying to sit back up, only for you to wrap your arms tightly around his neck and trap him in a hug. He only laughs in response, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you up with him and into his lap.

“Tell me what you need, Love. A bath? Food? Sleep?”

You shake your head no to all of his questions. At the moment, all you really want is for him to make the ache in your pussy go for you in a way that doesn't involve your oversensitive clit. Perched on Gaz’s lap, your arms are too busy holding onto him to continue to jerk yourself off, so instead you settle for grinding down on the straining bulge of his cock to try to get your point across.

Gaz groans when you grind against him through his jeans, his arm tightening around you as he hisses a curse under his breath. “Fuck- okay, I get it.” He says, reaching a hand down to your clit.

You immediately jerk away, shaking your head no hurriedly. Gaz freezes, looking at you with confusion until realization hits him.

“Oh, is it too sensitive there?” He asks, smiling when you nod and give him a squeeze. “Guess that would be my fault, Love. It’s only right that I help you with that, hm?” He adds, a self-satisfied tone creeping into his voice.

You resist the urge to slap at his back or call him cheeky. It’s quickly forgotten anyways, because when Gaz reaches down to undo his pants and push his boxers down, you’re treatedto the lovely sight of his straining cock against your stomach- a bead of precome smearing over your skin as he moves his hand to your slick folds and presses two fingers into you.

“Bloody hell, you’re soaked.” Gaz grits through clenched teeth, his cock twitching against your stomach as you clench down on his fingers and grind down on them. All the joking and teasing of just a few seconds ago is long forgotten, and Gaz is all seriousness and barely kept in check need.

It doesn't take much more than a few needy whines to convince Gaz to replace his fingers with his cock, and before you know it, you’re being lifted by the hips and lowered onto his length. He slips into you with barely a stretch, and it’s absolute bliss. The second he’s fully inside of you, you wrap your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck, letting your eyes fall closed and your head sink back into that floaty headspace. Now that you’ve gotten this far, you know Gaz will take care of you. It was just a matter of communicating what you needed at a time when words- let alone sentences weren’t coming easy.

He starts by taking you by the waist, holding you steady as he rolls his hips beneath you. His cock rubs against your inner walls perfectly, and the slow and gentle start has you moaning happily at the warm, steady pleasure, and it’s not long before you’re (trying, it’s a bit difficult in your position) to move your hips in sync.

“F-Fuck.” Gaz groans into your ear. “You’re so wet- you’re drenching me, love."

You moan, clinging to him tighter as he lays you down on your back and tries to slide his hands out from under you and sit up.

“Love, you’ve got to let go of me if you want me to fuck you properly, okay?” He says, breathing heavy beside you as he runs his hand lovingly through your hair.

You nod shakily, letting your hands fall to your sides and your legs loosen around his hips. As soon as you do, Gaz sits up and loops his arms under your knees, bending you nearly in half and lifting your hips just enough for him to get a good angle as he starts fucking into you.

You let out a small squeak and grab onto Gaz’s arms to steady yourself at the first thrust, startled by the sheer strength behind the movement. But your tense caution quickly falls away as his cock starts bullying into your sensitive spots repeatedly.

You reach down with your hand, very lightly touching your still sensitive clit just enough to help get you along to an eventual orgasm. Just as you feel it on the crest of beginning to build, Gaz hikes your legs up higher, leaning forward and nearly getting your knees to touch your ears.

“Fuck, Love. You know I wasn’t even planning on fucking you tonight, hm? I figured you’d be too sensitive for that after what I put you through- and I was more than happy with the fuckin’ years of material to jerk off to after watching you tonight.” He growled, hunched over you and keeping you pinned in your folded position with his weight as he fucks into you.

Your orgasm crests like that, as Gaz’s hips smack against your ass and his cock pounds into you. Each drag of his length in and out feels better than the last, and you’re sure you’re letting out lewd noises you should be embarrassed about, but you don’t care, because all you can do is ride out your orgasm and trust Gaz to take care of you afterwards.

This time, Gaz’s attempts at giving you aftercare are greeted warmly. Because once Gaz’s thrusts stutter and his cum spurts into you, you’re left happy and sated. Sore and exhausted, yes, but successfully tired out enough that you’re content to curl up in Gaz’s arms and float in your headspace until the pull of sleep becomes too much.

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sorcerous-caress · 7 months

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I want to see Mizora cuck Wyll. I mean canonically in the game she can ;) - Shadowheart anon

Mizora cucking Wyll

[ Smut, Cucking, Cheating, nb!reader ]

At first, she merely observed both of you.

The shy glances, the sweet words, the romantic dances, and proper courting.

She found it endearing, really. As endearing as seeing two baby deers attempt to stand for the first time.

Endearingly disgusting.

Did her pup really jump straight into acting as if the two of you were married after a single dance together? She knew he was desperate, but she didn't realise it was this severe.

You see, she felt bad for you. All of this effort, teasing, and yet you received nothing more than a few quick kisses.

Poor you all frustrated sexually while Wyll remained unaware and oblivious to your basic needs.

She just can't have that, can she? What kind of owner would she be if she didn't pick up after her pup's mistakes.

And Wyll never satisfying you was something she was dead set on correcting.

Maybe she could've whispered a thing or two to him, even guided his hand. But she knows the stubborn boy all too well, he'd think it's another one of her tricks and do the exact opposite.

And on any other normal day it might have been a trick, he was just so very fun to toy with.

But this time she has her eyes set on a much more fun activity that involves you.

She kept thinking about it for a while, just how would your moans sound like? Would you yell her name between loud obscene moans? Or would you make quiet mewls while biting your lips?

Curiosity was killing her, and Wyll wasn't delivering at all.

So one night, while her pup was away, probably busy saving kittens from trees or something, she made her way to your tent.

By the hells, you looked even more delicious up close.

How does Wyll not keep you chained to his bed and have his way with you all the time? It would be the first thing she'd do if she was in his place.

But enough about that useless pet.

Mizora made her offer clear to you, using all of her devilish charms and enticing curves to her advantage. Slowly explaining all the things she wanted to do to you, all the fun she planned for the both of you.

If you'd just say yes. A simple verbal contract, and she isn't even asking for your soul or anything in return.

No one has to know, well unless you want them to know. It really doesn't make a difference to her at all.

All she wants is you in a pretty little collar while she holds the end of the leash. She'd spoil you and take you to the depths of pleasure embodied within each level of the nine hells.

And she has seen the way you look at her. How your eyes linger on the front of her open dress, how you stare at her horns in such awe.

She might even let you touch them, if you beg enough.

Sit on her lap and show her just how low you're willing to drag your dignity through the mud, how much you're willing to humiliate yourself for her.

Let the big bad mean devil women corrupt you, you poor poor thing. You just couldn't say no to the devil, could you? Of course not.

So just claim that she manipulated you while grinding against her fingers between your thighs. Claim she tricked you while you lick and suck on her chest, taking it so beautifully into your mouth.

And your contract with her will stay sealed away from all prying eyes. No one else in this plane of existence will know about your agreement to let her have her way with you whenever and wherever she wanted.

No one but the two of you.

Well, at least until the inevitable day where she orders Wyll to come to her for a very urgent matter concerning his contract. It just happened to coincide with the day she had your head buried between her thighs with your hands tied behind your back.

#♡Mizora #♡Wyll #mizora x reader #smut #♡smut #bg3 smut #bg3 x reader #cheating #♡Shadowheart anon #nb!reader

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annab-nana · 8 months

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a/n: this was actually the first thing i have ever written for eddie and it has been sitting in my drafts for almost a year now and i totally forgot about it so here it is!

warnings: not proofread, reader's on her period, bleeds through a little bit, being picked on/made fun of, use of pet names (sweetheart)

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you should've known it was coming. all the signs were there: acne around your chin and along your jaw, a little more tired than usual, slightly more emotional or sensitive, the damn cramps that were tormenting your lower abdomen currently as you waited for mrs. click to finish her spiel on the causes of world war one so you could leave for your locker for some medicine.

as soon as the bell rang, you were up. you were the first one out actually, but you didn't pay the laughter coming from behind you any mind. you had a mission and you were focused. get to your locker. get some medicine. go to the bathroom. maybe skip the rest of the day depending on if the medicine helped any or not.

your locker was in sight. you could see it and you had never been so happy to see that metal cabinet. you were almost there, nearly seven steps from it, when someone's hands landed on your waist, pulled you towards the wall, and spun you around.

to say you were surprised to see that it was eddie munson would've been an understatement. he usually stayed in his own lane for the most part, other than his occasional rants in the cafeteria. he was normally all over the place too, but right now as you studied his expression to figure out why he had pulled you aside, he appeared rather focused, determined even.

since he didn't seem to be speaking, only looking at you with an almost uncomfortable and unsure face, you asked him, "can i help you?"

"um." his eyes left yours before looking at almost everything else, trying to think you assumed. you watched an idea pop into his head and he start to shrug off his jacket. "here."

now, it was you who was unsure and confused.

"what?" you didn't take it. you weren't cold. the offer was nice, but you didn't understand the meaning behind it.

he sighed, seeming a little fed up, and stepped closer to you. he leaned down a touch and started to wrap his jacket around your waist. you didn't stop him but did again question him.

"eddie, what are you doing?" you inquired as he tied the sleeves securely. he looked up at you before standing to his full height and leaning towards your ear.

"you've got a little crimson situation going on," he whispered in explanation and pulled back to see if you understood what he was hinting at. at first, your brows furrowed together, but he watched your face morph into realization and then embarrassment. they were laughing at you as you walked out of class earlier and as you looked around the hall, you could see a good amount of eyes on you with amused smiles just below them.

"hey," eddie's voice called to you, bringing your focus back to him, "don't worry about them." he saw your eyes falter back to them and turned to see who exactly you were looking at. "stephen still says 'pacific' instead of 'specific'. jennifer threw up all over steve harrington in front of everyone at a party a couple weeks ago. cynthia had the same thing happen to her last year and it was way worse than what you've got. it looked like a murder scene and yours is like the size of a quarter maybe. they have absolutely no room to be laughing at you at all. they're just upset that this is as high as they're going to get. after high school, nothing will be better than this to them which is sad, but it's their funeral."

you appreciated his words and they definitely made you feel a little better about things. you had never really paid attention to eddie. sure, you had noticed his confidence and pride, but you never saw how kind he was nor how thoughtful he could be either.

"thank you, eddie. i'll get your jacket back to you tomorrow, i promise."

he returned the smile you sent him but noticed you lean to walk the way opposite of your locker towards the exit. "you leaving?"

"yeah?" you responded in a questioning tone, wondering what else he wanted to discuss.

eddie knew where you lived—it was a few houses down from gareth's—and he knew that it was a good walk away on a normal day. he didn't feel right letting you walk there as you were now. "let me drive you home."

"eddie, you don't have to. you've already done plenty for me."

"i want to," he mentioned, waiting to get your okay which came in the form of a nod. "you need anything else from here?"

"other than the bathroom, nope." you could get medicine at home.

"alright then," he started with a grin growing on his lips that brought an unfamiliar warmth to your chest, "i'll wait out here for you and then we'll go."

you nodded to him once more. "thanks eddie."

"no problem, sweetheart."

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novasintheroom · 1 month

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024. Found

♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader

♡ Word count - 0.9k

♡ Warnings - none

♡ Description: You've both been keeping track of each other's letters.

Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3

Part 1 ---- Part 2 ---- Part 3 ---- Part 4 ---- Part 5 (you are here!)

The air sizzles with aroma and spices in the cooling night. It’s been a long first day of travel, and Vash can feel his stomach gnawing at his insides in anticipation. Can you blame him? You’re cooking one of his favorite meals, and he hasn’t had it in near a decade.

He does his best not to hover. You need space to move, and you’ve already slapped his wandering hand away from the sliced sausage twice. So, he putters around camp, unpacking essentials, sleeping bags, feeding your tomas her pellets. She’s small for her kind. She blinks gratefully at him when he offers his canteen of water for a sip.

“There you go,” he murmurs, petting her neck as she drinks. “It’s nice to have some water, huh?” He caps the canteen when she shakes her head, finished. “You’re lucky, you know? Getting to travel with her all this time…makes me a bit jealous.” He lets out a small laugh and gives her a good pat on her side.

“What are you muttering to my bird, Stampede?” You call from the fire, a curious and teasing lilt to your tone.

He smiles, finishing up and heading back. “Just wondering how she’ll taste if I cook her. You’re taking forever with dinner. Ah!” He dodges the bit of sand you kick his way. He warms at your laughter. “What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me.” You retort, settling back down and stirring the meat and sauce in the pan. “It’s almost done. You think after how long you’ve lived you’d have some patience.”

Vash huffs and takes a seat. It’s automatic, his hand reaching to his pocket with your folded and refolded letters in it. The firelight and cool air act like Pavlov effects on him. He pulls one out, then stops and stares at it, wondering how it got there.

You eye him from the side. “What’s that?”

He blinks and clears his throat. “Oh, just…one of your letters.” He acts like he’ll fold it away again but stops. This is weird. How does he play it off? He sees you still and feels a blush creep up his neck. “Must’ve…uh…”

A shuffling draws his attention. You’ve started rifling through your pack. He watches. In a moment, you pull out what looks to be a deep metal box, dented. It squeals when its lid opens on rusty hinges. You pull out a tied pile of letters and show it to him. Tentatively, he takes them from you. He recognizes his handwriting. It’s the letters you’ve kept yourself.

His breath leaves through his nose, and he glances up at you. “You…kept all of them?”

“Of course I did! I loved getting your letters.” Your emphatic reply almost bowls him over. He hadn’t even thought…

Suddenly, he reaches into his pockets again and drags out the letters you’ve written, piling them to his side as the papers come out. All of them are folded and refolded into small squares, trying to take up as little room as he can so he can get more. He’s careful with them; he really should have tied them together like you had, but he was always so busy and always ready to just whip one out and read it…As the letters come out, his ears redden at your gasp.

“Are those…? You kept all of them?” Your eyes shine with something he can’t name.

He pauses and gives you a shy look. “I…really loved getting your letters, too.”

You reach out and take one, gently unfolding it. The paper is worn and torn, the ink faded from weathering what the Humanoid Typhoon goes through daily. Your eyes scan over it, jumping here and there. You laugh at the end. “I always had to take so long to come up with a joke at the end of each one. I’m not gifted in corny jokes like you are.”

Vash snorts and unfolds another letter of yours. “I’m gifted, what can I say,” he mumbles. His eyes can’t read the words in front of him. They’re too drawn to the woman sitting just a few feet away. He watches your expression as you read your letters again, one by one, laughing and remembering what you’ve written. His own lips quirk up. “Hey,” he says, and waits for you to look up, “Where do pirates get their hooks? Secondhand stores.” He drums a beat on his lap and ends with a ‘tss.’

You groan and roll your eyes. “Boo, get off the stage.” You sidle up closer though, reaching for one of his letters and opening it up. “You remember this one? ‘What do you call a sad cup of coffee?’”

“Depresso!” He laughs and grabs at one of your letters, eagerly opening it and looking at the bottom for your joke. “Which is faster, hot or cold?”

You hum for a moment, eyes squinting. “I can’t remember this one. What is it?”

“Hot, because you can catch a cold.”

“Ha! That’s a good one.”

So it goes for the hour and into the night, both of you opening each other’s letters again like new presents and telling bad jokes over dinner. And maybe your fingers brush when you reach for the papers, maybe they linger just a little longer than needed. One thing is for certain – there will be no need for letters again, not while you two are together. Not when you’ve been found again.

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klaustozier · 1 year

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happy birthday, niji ; nijiro murakami

SUMMARY: it's nijiro's birthday and he thinks you forgot.

warnings: nijiro vs fem!reader, a lot of fluff, oral (in both), short and sweet, slaps on the face and on the ass but it's not a lot, exhibitionism, cum in the mouth, pet names

word count: 1,7k

english is not my first language, so i’m sorry for any mistakes.

i hope nijiro is having a great birthday and he is enjoying himself <3

this was a request so i hope it is what the person wanted to read.

enjoy!

Nijiro was excited that it was his birthday, it was the first birthday he would be spending with his girlfriend so he thought they could do something special when he got back from recording later that day. However, apparently, his girlfriend didn't know what day it was.

"Good morning, Niji", you said smiling, giving him a peck, he was sitting at the table having breakfast.

"Good morning, baby", he smiled.

"I won't be able to have breakfast with you today, I'm sorry, I have to go early for a meeting", you rolled your eyes, "I'm sorry."

"Okay, we can have dinner together", he smiled, but his smile faded when you frowned at him.

"I'm going out with some friends for dinner tonight, don't you remember? I told you", you took a banana adjusting your bag on your shoulder.

"Oh…", he didn't want to look upset, he didn't like telling people that it was his birthday, he felt weird and felt that people only wished a happy birthday him because he had said so, as if he was imposing something, and he hated it, "I got it wrong, I thought you said Saturday."

You smiled, "No, it's today", and a soft silence took over the kitchen and you just sighed, "Well, I have to go", and you gave him a peck, "See you later, Niji."

"Goodbye…"

Nijiro tried to forget his sadness throughout the day, he went to the movie recording and even when he received a birthday cake from the team, it didn't make him any happier, because the person he most wanted to spend his birthday with didn't remember.

Upon returning home, at the end of the afternoon, he thought that you had already left with your friends, because the house had all the lights off, but when he went up to the second floor, he noticed that a light in their room was on.

"Baby?", he called.

"Hi, Niji!", you replied from inside the room.

"I wanted to talk to you about something", he was so upset and hurt he just wanted to get it off his chest.

"Could we talk later?"

He was still approaching, noticing that the light on in the bedroom was from their closet, you must be changing to go out, "It's just hurting me a little and I really wanted to talk about it…"

And then the brunette saw you. You were in front of the closet door, turning off the light as he passed through the bedroom door. In your hands you had a beautiful decorated three-layer cake with several candles, "Happy Birthday to you", you started to sing softly as you approached him .

Nijiro grinned, all the hurt he felt all day was fading away and happiness finally took over him. His eyes noticed what you were wearing and he gulped, you were wearing new black lingerie and a transparent black robe over it, which was tied around your waist.

"Make a wish, Niji", you smiled.

The oldest smiled and blew out the candles, taking the cake from your hand and placing it on the dresser behind you, pulling you by the waist giving you a soft kiss, "I thought you had forgotten."

You laughed, "That was the plan", and kissed him, "Today we're going to do whatever you want…"

"Whatever I want?"

"Whatever you want", you repeated laughing at his scared little face, "Well, what do you want to do first? Want dinner? I made food for us and there's your cake…"

"I want you", he said, in a rush, "I want to fuck you…"

"Whatever my Nijiro wants", you agreed.

"Wow, I'm going to destroy you for lying to me", he whispered, his hand gripping your hair, his tongue sliding over your bottom lip, "I spent all day thinking you'd forgotten…"

"I wanted to surprise you", you whispered.

"And it was quite a surprise, baby girl", he smiled, kissing you, his tongue dominating yours, parting only to peck and sigh, his nose right next to yours, "sitting on my face… now. "

"Yes, sir", you agreed softly.

And Nijiro kissed you desperately, his hands squeezing your ass tightly, pulling you closer while tangling his tongue with yours, so desperately, it felt like they had never kissed in their lives.

With a peck, he ended the kiss and went to lie down on the bed, waiting for you, smiling adorably, "You're so excited, it seems like we've never had sex before."

"It's just that I love you", he explained with a shrug.

You laughed and kissed him, "You don't need to keep saying those things, you're going to fuck me."

"It's true", his eyes sparkled and he smiled small, caressing your little face, "I love you."

"And I love you, Niji", you smiled giving him a peck.

"Now pick up the pace and sit on my face", he ordered, slapping you on the ass.

You adjusted your robe and positioned yourself over his face, each of your legs beside his head. Nijiro sighed, hugged your thighs with his arms, pulling you down, wanting you to sit completely on his face. He just pushed your panties out of the way and licked your wet pussy, sighing in relaxation feeling the soft taste of you on his tongue, caressing your thighs. You braced your hands on the headboard, moaning softly, rolling your hips. Whenever you tried to lift your legs to relieve some of the pressure of your weight on his face, he would grab your thighs tightly and pull you down.

"I'm going to hurt you, Niji", you whispered stroking the black hair.

"Smother me, please", he whispered, going back to licking you.

His tongue glided all over your pussy, focusing on your clit, feeling the hard, delicate muscle pulsing through it, his lips completely drooling with the pleasure of you. Your hips kept rolling against his lips, one of his hands went up your belly to your breast and pinched the hard nipple, making you moan louder.

"Nijiro", you purred.

Nijiro kept the rhythm of his licks, feeling that you were close, so he tried to continue sucking you waiting for you to come in his mouth. With a soft whine, you finally came, your body shaking slightly, your legs squeezing the man's face beneath you.

You rolled off him and watched him lick his own lips briefly before pulling you down for a kiss. The kiss only had breaks so you could take off his clothes, leaving him completely naked on the bed. The kisses continued with so much tenderness, they seemed to have all the time in the world.

Nijiro was placed sitting against the headboard, getting comfortable. You knelt beside him and wrapped your hand around his cock kissing him. His hand trailed down your back and pushed aside your robe so he could squeeze your ass and pat the soft flesh.

You lowered your lips to his cock and slid your tongue all over it, feeling it hard and pulsing. Nijiro moaned and purred softly as he felt the pleasure of being sucked. His fingers infiltrated your panties, sinking two fingers inside you, their moans mixed with the wet sounds of your lips sucking him.

"Enough", he said, but you did not obey. His hand grabbed your hair, pulling you to look at him, slapping you across the face, "I told you to stop."

"Forgive me, sir."

"Fucking slut", he muttered, "On all fours facing the mirror", he ordered.

You promptly obeyed, standing at the end of the bed, in front of the mirror that was in the corner of the wall, "Do you want to watch yourself, Niji?"

He smiled as he positioned himself behind you, his hand moved your panties away and positioned the tip of your cock at the entrance of your pussy, his hand going to your chin, making you look at yourself in the mirror, "I want that you watch yourself, baby girl", he whispered, sinking his cock into your pussy, "I want you to see how beautiful you look getting fucked."

"Fuck."

Nijiro began thrusting without any mercy, his beautiful hands gripping your waist, watching you through the mirror, seeing your downcast eyes, parted lips moaning incessantly, the slaps of skin hitting skin filling the room.

Every time you looked at yourself in the mirror you got embarrassed, your cheeks flushed, your eyes rose to Nijiro and you felt more embarrassed by the smile he gave you.

The brunette leaned over your body, still thrusting and pulled your face towards him, biting your lower lip, "Are you ashamed to watch yourself, baby girl?"

"A little, sir."

"Oh", he chuckled, "You shouldn't be ashamed of being hot, my love."

"Nijiro", you moaned, "I'm going to cum…"

"Cum, baby girl, make my dick all wet…"

Your body trembled, your insides squeezing the his cock, who didn't stop thrusting, making you be stimulated through your orgasm. You moaned and called out to Nijiro, who held your face to face the mirror, your eyes alternating between focusing on you and him.

"Look how beautiful you are cumming on my cock", he whispered.

"Niji", you gasped, "do you want to cum in my mouth, sir?"

He smirked, "On your knees, baby."

You promptly obeyed and knelt down with your back in front of the mirror so that Nijiro could have a better view of the moment. The brunette stood in front of you and sighed, sinking his cock into your mouth, he didn't even pay attention to the mirror, he kept looking into your eyes, completely absorbed by the vision beneath him.

It didn't take long for him to cum in your mouth, moaning softly and stroking your hair watching you swallow all of his cum.

"Happy birthday, Niji", you whispered, licking his cock, collecting all the cum that escaped.

"Thank you, my love", he whispered, giving you a peck.

"Now, sit on the bed, I'll bring you dinner."

He nodded and helped you to your feet, before letting you walk away, he hugged your waist and kissed you, "I love you, baby girl."

"And I love you, Niji", you smiled and gave him a peck, "Go to bed, you have to have dinner and then eat cake."

"Okay", he said, accepting being spoiled by you, finally sitting up in bed looking forward to spending the rest of his birthday with you.

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slicznymartwy · 9 months

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Billy lenz request! Male soft dom (or just possesive) reader giving billy physical affection when he's touch starved/lonely. Mainly biting/groping or overstim. Can be established relationship or not. Its cute to see him squirm whilst meekly threatening y/n :) You write slasher stuff really well!!

thank u !! i'm sorry this took so long to write ,, i also realized a little too late that the m!reader could have been a little softer .. i hope this fill is alright T T warnings: kind of cnc, billy gets tied up overstimulated :p, established relationship

☾⋆⁺₊ billy lenz x m!reader

Billy watches you loop the scarf around his wrists and the staircase landing rail. He stands still as he follows each wrap-around with his wide all-seeing eyes.

“I learned it from Boy Scouts,” you joke with a little smile. Billy either doesn’t understand or doesn’t care, glancing at you for barely a moment before he’s watching his wrists again.

“There. Try to get out of it,” you say, stepping back. Billy twists his hands, slowly at first, then with more vigor. He doesn’t go anywhere. It leaves his hands up by his face, at just about eye level. He wraps his grip around the railing, but that’s about all he can do in this position. When he looks at you, he’s expressionless.

“Ready?” you ask him. Billy nods.

Smiling, you lean in to kiss him, which he reciprocates timidly. It makes you smile, and you pet his cheek.

“Such a good boy, letting me tie you up like this,” you murmur against his lips. You peck him again, pulling away to inspect his expression. “Anyone could walk in, you know. They’d see you tied up like a Christmas ham.”

Billy’s face crumples as if you punched him in the stomach, lips parted as he groans quietly. His eyes are screwed shut, and you can't help but touch brush his hair out of his face just to see more of him.

Keeping close, you move to stand behind him, pressing the length of your body against his back. Your backs are to the front door, but you block him completely from where you're standing. No one will be bothering you two, anyways; your friend asked you to housesit while the girls went on a trip together.

Graciously, you accepted the task, if only for the weird guy living in your attic, unbeknownst to any of you. If you were a better man, you would have alerted the police the moment you realized, but you had a habit of thinking with your other head.

“Spread your legs,” you murmur, brushing aside his hair to kiss his neck. Billy does, hobbling his legs apart while trying not to lose his balance. With your hands coming to his waist, you hold him against you. “So good. Such a good pig.”

“I’m not a pig,” Billy mumbles, turning to hide his face in the crook of his elbow.

You shush him quietly, running a soothing hand down his side. You enjoy how Billy shivers under your touch.

“It’s okay. You want me to take care of you, don’t you?” you ask. Billy hums, nodding against his arm.

You let your hand travel from his hip up his torso, palming at his chest.

“You’re so good for me, Billy,” you whisper, taking care to brush your thumbs against his nipples. Even through his sweater, the touch makes Billy twitch. In trying to get away from your hands, he only pushes himself further against your body, and you can tell when he starts to realize that he’s trapped. You wonder if he thought this through when he agreed to letting you tie him up to the banister.

“Touch it,” he gasps, falling forward against the railing. He shoves his face even deeper into his arm, and inadvertently presses his ass against your crotch. “Touch it, touch my cock. Touch it.”

“Think you deserve it?” you tease, running your hands down his body. You slide your hands under Billy’s sweater, rubbing against his bare stomach. Billy groans, low and quiet.

“Do it. J-just fucking touch it. Touch it!” He’s panting already, and looking down over his shoulder, you can see how his cock already bulges against his jeans. You let you finger tips brush beneath the waist of his jeans.

“Why should I? You’re mine right now. I don’t have to listen to you,” you say with a pleased smile. It only grows when Billy keens, high pitched and desperate.

“You do,” he insists, pressing against your hips. “I’ll kill you if you don’t. I’m gonna kill you.”

“No, you won’t. Who else is gonna do this for you?” you murmur against his ear. You brush your hand along the tent in his pants, making him gasp and buck against your hand.

“Anyone... Sluts love Billy’s cock,” he mutters, his brain struggling to keep up with the stimulus and his swimming thoughts.

“This little thing?” you mock, suddenly groping him firmly. Billy shouts wordlessly, knees knocking together as he tries to fight your grip. “Fuck can you even do with this? Do girls even feel it when you fuck them?”

“You’re gonna feel it when I put it in your eye,” Billy snarls. You laugh at him, watching him try so hard to get out of your control. You know he won’t win.

“Look at you. How do you think you’re getting out of this one, piggy?”

“Not a fucking pig,” he grumbled, placated when you start to move your hand on his cock with a gentler stroke.

“You sure about that? Fucking look at you. Cock hungry pig. Bet you’re just hungry for some cum,” you say. Finally, you undo his pants, pulling his length out of his jeans and boxers and wrapping a fist around him. “Or maybe it’s just been too long. You’ve got too much cum in your balls, need me to let some out.”

Billy grunts when you start to stroke him off with a steady rhythm, twisting your hand at his tip on every down stroke. Even with your dry fist, Billy can't help but chase the feeling.

“Hate you,” Billy mumbles, trying pathetically to fuck into your hand when he deems the pace too slow. You don’t let him, stopping your hand completely. You put your fingers in his mouth, and he gags around them.

“Taste yourself. You love that, don’t you? Bet you’d eat your own cum, that’s how much you need to taste it,” you whisper in his ear. Billy’s hips twitch, and you watch how his cock bobs between his legs.

With one hand still in his mouth, you use your free one to stroke him again, relishing in how he moans against your fingers.

“That’s it. Fucking love that, don’t you? You’re so good, Billy. Such a good pig.”

Billy coughs around your fingers, and you take them out. He gasps and coughs again, wet and hacking like he might get sick on the floor. You drag your hand down his chin, then wrap it around the rest of his cock that your one hand doesn’t cover.

“Fuck my hands, Billy,” you tell him.

Billy shudders, and then he starts. He’s shaky for the first few, but then he’s fucking into your hands in earnest. He’s panting and gasping and letting out deep grunts. You can tell when he’s close, with how his thrusts become more sporadic. Then, he’s coming onto the floor, and you milk him until he’s finished.

“Good job. Did so good,” you murmur in his ear. Billy lets out a sigh that sounds more like a sob. You rub his belly with slow circles with one hand.

Billy slumps forward, catching his breath. his cock is waning between his legs. Smiling to yourself, you stroke down to his sensitive tip, hearing him hiss against his arm.

“You’re cute if you think that’s the only time you’re cumming tonight,” you whisper in his ear, thumbing at the crown of his cock. “I’m gonna make you cum until you’re begging me to stop.”

“No,” Billy sobs pathetically.

“Why not? You said you wanted this, remember? I told you I’ll make you cum if you let me tie you up. I never said how many times, did I?” You bring your hand to your mouth to spit on it before wrapping around him again.

You thought he sounded desperate before, but it’s nothing compared to his noises now. The sound of your wet hand squelching around his softened cock filled the foyer, but you could feel him already getting hard again.

“Gonna… Gonna kill you,” Billy mumbles, but his hips are starting to move again. It sounds weak, as far as his usual threats go, but you just tighten your hand and let him use it for now. He smacks his lips, and you can see the wet stain on his sweater where he's started to drool. “Wanna fuck your throat.”

“Too bad,” you tell him, kissing behind his ear. “Maybe later, if you’re good.”

Billy whines at that. Neither of you were under any sort of impression that Billy liked to be good. It was fun to watch him try, though.

“I know. It’ll be difficult for you, won’t it?” you murmur, cupping his balls as his other hand kept its tight fist around his cock. “Just a few more times, okay? Then we can see if you can handle my mouth."

When Billy huffs, he settles back against you a little heavier, wanting your touch. It'll be a long night, but you were already prepared for that. A few hours of lost sleep was worth it for the way the Billy leaned into your touch as much as he twitched away from it.

a/n: reblogs and replies are really appreciated

#billy lenz #black christmas (1974)#billy lenz x reader #slasher x reader #₊*. ⋆༘ — requests #billy lenz x you #billy lenz x m!reader

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viceroywrites · 4 months

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meeting ms. fischer (drabble)

[gary/21 x gn!reader]

[very loosely tied to my gary fic but can be read separately]

[you & gary started dating during blue morpho arc & went to hs together at one point]

[i gave gary's mom a random name since she isn't named in show]

i've been sitting on this drabble for the last three months and decided to post it cause why not. enjoy!

“If she makes you uncomfortable at all, you say the word and we’re out of there!” Gary says firmly, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as you both pull into a residential area, having left the bustling city to a smaller suburban neighborhood.

“Gary, I’m sure it’ll be fine, it’s meeting your mom for heaven’s sake, not a Guild interrogation.” You chuckle, reaching over to place a soothing hand on Gary’s thigh and squeezing gently.

“I’ll take scaphism over this, any day.” Gary groans as he pulls into the driveway, glancing over at you, “You sure you want to do this? Because once you’re in there, my mom will talk your ear off, keep you prisoner.”

“Positive. Now let’s go.” You say with a grin and Gary sighs, unbuckling his seatbelt as he begrudgingly gets out of the car and unlocks the front door to his childhood home.

Being caught up in all the Blue Morpho drama when you first started dating, you and Gary both realized over dinner one night that he hadn’t let his mom know that he was dating let alone now had a significant other.

Needless to say, the moment he called her to let her know, she demanded that she needed to meet you as soon as possible.

An tan, energetic dog comes dashing towards the doorway the second Gary opens the door, immediately jumping on you with its tail wagging happily.

“Oh my god, Lady, no! Mooom, call the dog!” Gary yells out, gently tugging on the dog’s collar to get her off you.

“Gary, it’s fine!” You laugh as Lady happily licks at your hands as you try to pet the squirmy dog, “I didn’t even know you had a dog! How could you not tell me?”

“Technically, my mom got Lady after I moved out to become a henchman so she’s not really mine. She’s super friendly thankfully.” Gary sighed before wincing as he heard his mom’s voice calling from the kitchen.

“Gary, I told you to call me before you got here! I’m still making lunch for the two of you!”

“Mom, I said not to make anything! We had a late breakfast!” Gary groans, taking your hand and leading you to the kitchen.

As you walk into the kitchen, you see an older woman with the same shade of brown as Gary’s hair with slivers of gray showing through, hunched over the stove. She finally turns around, wiping her hands on a nearby kitchen towel as she sees you for the first time.

“Mom, this is my partner, [Your Name].” Gary introduces the two of you, squeezing your hand tightly.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Ms. Fischer.” You say politely, extending your hand but blink as instead you’re wrapped in a warm embrace instead.

“Oh my god, no need to be so formal! Call me Irene!” Ms. Fischer teases before pulling away to look at you full on, her eyes assessing you up and down before they widen, “Wait a second, I remember you!”

Gary and you glance at each other confused before saying in unison, “You do?”

“Weren’t you two in the same little comic book club, Gary? Remember you had that meeting here when the school kicked you out for trespassing, thinking you were an adult. I told you they were cute, didn't I?”

“You remember that far back? That was before I even turned 15!”

“I’m not that old, Gary!”

After Gary begrudgingly agreed to split the lunch his mom had prepared for the both of you, the three of you were squeezed together on the couch with Ms. Fischer sitting in the middle, a worn-out photo album in her lap, showing you page after page of baby photos of the henchman.

“Mom, don’t show her that one!” Gary protests, his cheeks red as he attempts to snatch the photo of him as a toddler wearing just a diaper with a plastic sword and a paper crown on his head.

Irene’s reflexes are too quick for him, dodging his large hand as she places the photo into your hands. “I swear, I could never get him to take off that darn crown once we went to Medieval Times.”

You reach across her lap to give Gary’s hand a firm squeeze, grinning at the cute photo, “It’s okay, Gare. You were such an adorable kid,” Your hand reached up to squeeze his cheek playfully, “And you got even more adorable as you got older.”

Gary smiles warmly, pressing a soft kiss on the inside of your wrist. Irene looks between the two of you with a look of admiration before clearing her throat, “Gary, those comics that you got shipped to our house are piling up in your room! Can you please go grab them?”

“Now mom? I can do that later…” His voice trailed off when his mother gave him a stern look. “Alright, fine! I’m going!” Gary groans, getting up from the couch, heading to his old room in the basement of the Fischer home, leaving you alone with Mrs. Fischer.

“I swear, I don’t know where he gets his stubbornness from.” Irene sighs before placing the photo album on the coffee table and turning to face you. “I just wanted to get you alone for just a second to say thank you for looking after my Gare Bear. He’s such a sweetheart and I worry about him doing all that dangerous stuff.”

“Of course, there’s so much to love about him and I’ve always got his back.” You say which Irene beams at, bringing you into an embrace and squeezing you tightly before pulling away, grabbing you by the shoulders.

“And if he ever does something stupid, you call me and I’ll whip him into shape!” She says pointedly to which you hear a groan echoing from your boyfriend as he ascends up the stairs, a box full of comics in his arms.

“I heard that, mom!”

On the drive back to your shared apartment, Gary makes you pinky promise not to tell the Monarchs about his mom’s nickname for him.

“Of course… Gare Bear.”

“[Your Name]!”

#henchman 21 #gary fischer #henchman 21 x reader #venture bros #venture bros drabble #gary x reader #the venture brothers #venture brothers

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hotchocolatewriting · 7 months

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Hi! I love your stories. They are amazing. Also, I was just petting a friends dog, and had a nice idea. Maybe can you make a story where the villain finds an abused dog on the streets and tries to hide it from hero, who they live with and are boyfriend/girlfriend. Villain does all sorts of crazy things to hide the dog from hero and then hero finds out?

Thanks for the request! Hope this is a bit like what you wanted. I might try to write a part 2. Rain was pouring down softly, causing a soft reflection from the streetlights on the cobblestone streets. You could almost call it cosy. A rainy night in the middle of autumn, barely any people on the streets. It was nice, Villain thought, quiet and beautiful as the wind blew through the trees causing the leaves to fall. Just utterly could as the rain was starting to soak their long warm coat.

The further they walked away from the city square, the darker it got. Rain had started to fall harder and by the time Villain started to cross the necessary alleys they were soaking wet, shivering from the cold. The alleys weren’t their favorite part of their route. They were filled with bins and often really messy. But they were the fastest home.

The wind started to haul and the rain was pouring down so hard that it was almost hard to see. All Villain could hear were the sounds of autumn and then, through the rain they saw a small shadow moving in the corner of their eye, followed by a rattling sound of something moving near the bins.

Villain’s hand instinctively moved towards the dagger against their hip. They kept their eyes locked on the bins as they approached them slowly, ready for an attack.

It was easy, expecting the worst when you had been through the worst. Being the cities villain meant you should be prepared for everything.. always. But when Villain turned around the corner, their hand still on the hilt of their dagger, they couldn’t believe what they saw.

A dog, no a puppy limping on it’s paw and looking up at them with those big pleading puppy eyes. The little creature was completely soaked and shivering, just as Villain was. It’s furr was all black and curly, but Villain could tell it was young and hurt. Then it started to whine, the sound so high but weak it broke Villain’s heart.

“It’s okay little one,” Villain said as they crouched down. They held their hand out for the puppy to approach on it’s own. It sniffed and then lay down on the ground. Villain let it get used to them before gently petting the dog. “See, not gonna hurt you. I want to help, okay?”

They shook their coat off and wrapped it around the pup. Even though it was soaking wet, it might provide more warmth than nothing at all. Villain didn’t care for their own skin, as long as they could help the little creature now laying in their arms. “I’m almost home anyway. You have to be quiet okay? Hero doesn’t want any pets since we’re just together.” The dog looked up at them as if they understood.

As soon as their home came in to sight, Villain cursed. The lights were on, which meant Hero was home already and not out on patrol. It meant getting Pup inside would be a harder job than they had thought in the first place. They looked around, trying to think of something that they could use to get Pup inside unseen. It was still shivering badly in their arms, but they had their eyes closed as if asleep.

Then Villain looked at the balcony in front of their bedroom upstairs. “You have to stay still, okay?” They said quietly. Villain tested their boots first to see if it wouldn’t be too slippery in the rain. Normally they would have their suit and special boots to be able to climb more easily, but today their civilian outfit had to do. Villain put the puppy on the ground and tied their coat around their neck like a sling with a bag where they could put Pup in.

Then they gently picked up the little dog and started their climb. It wasn’t as hard as expected, but they had to stay quiet and make sure Pup would stay in place without getting hurt. A soft whine escaped and Villain shushed it quietly. “Almost there.”

As soon as they got to put the little bundle on the balcony Villain let go and tried to get down again. The Pup sprang up, whimpering and then barking so loud that Villain almost jumped themselves. “No, sshh! Hero can’t know you’re here! I will be back okay? I need to go through the front door, but I will let you in as soon as I can.” They gently lay the pup down and pulled their coat fully over them. The pup shook their body so their head just peaked out from under Villain’s coat. It looked adorable.

“Villain? Is that you?!” Hero’s voice sounded not too far away. They were probably at the front door. “Yeah, just putting some things away, give me a sec!” They looked at the pup one last time. “I will be here soon, okay?” Then they jumped down and ran towards the front door where Hero stood waiting for them.

“Come inside! I prepared a warm bath for you,” Hero said, stepping aside to let Villain in. Water dripped from their hair onto the floor and they couldn’t help but hug themselves as they shivered uncontrollably. Hero took a towel from the stairs and threw it towards Villain. “Thanks, Hero, I appreciate it.” “Where is your coat? No wonder you’re so cold!” Villain shrugged and wished they didn’t shiver so much. Even though they had been with Hero for a few months now, it still felt awkward to look or feel vulnerable in front of them. Yes, Hero knew about their past and they had seen most of their scars, but that didn’t mean that it came naturally.

“I left it at the base I think,” Villain lied. They thought about Pup who was still in the rain on the balcony and they felt bad for being inside already while Pup was still out. “Could you maybe make me warm something to eat while I go warm myself up?” Villain asked, trying to get Hero away so they could hurry upstairs. “Yeah sure! On it!” Hero rushed away to the kitchen. “Just take your shoes off before you make everything dirty!”

Villain didn’t care to take their shoes off normally. They stepped on the heels and kicked the shoes aside before they hurried upstairs. Pup was already standing in front of the glass, holding it’s wounded paw in the air. It barked as soon as it saw Villain, tail wagging in excitement. Villain rushed to open the door and carry Pup inside, drying it with the towel Hero had just given them.

“Good boy, who is a nice little Pup,” Villain whispered as they dried the little creature. They were still wet and shivering themselves, although less, but Pup came before everything else now.

Villain listened for Hero and almost jumped when they heard footsteps not too far from their bedroom. “Shit,” Villain cursed under their breath. They quickly searched around for a place to put the pup they had in their arms. “Villain, I made you some hot chocolate for during your bath. Thought you could use something to get warm.” Hero opened the door only to find Villain sitting on the bed with a huge bump beside them under the blankets.

“Why aren’t you in the bath yet?” Their voice didn’t sound too skeptical yet, but Villain saw their eyes go through the bump under the blankets. “Just getting some clothes ready for after the bath,” Villain lied. “And why exactly are those underneath the blankets?” Hero asked, now their voice did sound skeptical. “Except if those aren’t clothes of course.” “No, they are my pajama’s,” Villain said, their voice shaky from fear or maybe just the cold. They could feel Pup starting to move and quickly sat in front of them, hoping Hero didn’t notice.

“Well okay then, shall I leave the cocoa in the bathroom then?” Villain nodded and waited until Hero finally left. Then they took Pup in their arms again and took them to the bathroom, locking the door. “You can lay down on the rug and enjoy the warm air. I will take a quick bath to warm myself up before I decide what to do with you, little one.”

But then Pup barked as soon as Villain stepped into the bath. “No! Sush!” Villain hissed quietly, trying to get Pup to quiet down. Of course it saw it’s own reflection in the mirror and kept barking until Villain stood in front of them. “Villain! Was that a dog?!”

#villain #hero #hero and villain #villain and hero #writing #creative writing #writer #writeblr #hero x villain #villain x hero

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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Can we get a Sammy x Reader for where they listen to the tape and when Sammy asks “Can I get an Amen” the reader actually says Amen? Thanks!

This'll be more like a reaction due to the nature of the request. I wasn't really sure what direction to take with this one ^^;

Amen

Yandere! Sammy Lawrence Short

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stalking, Kidnapping, Violence, Delusional behavior, Religious themes, Slightly OOC (?)

Sammy had been watching you ever since you fell down to his level. Curiosity had taken hold of both you and him. You were interested in his audio logs... while he was interested in you.

You could make a divine sacrifice.

You listened with morbid curiosity to all of his little logs. Sammy watched you from behind corners and through walls. He didn't think much of you... another lamb to the slaughter.

"Those old songs, yes, I still sing them. For I know you are coming to save me. And I will be swept into your final loving embrace."

He hears his own voice echo through the room while you sit silently and listen. You had hoped listening to these logs could give you insight as to where you are. A story to put together while you find a way to leave....

All these logs a bible of Sammy's design.

You had no idea Sammy, the man of the tapes, was watching your every move as if he was judging your every action.

"But, love requires sacrifice..."

The recording pauses, leaving you to think to yourself momentarily. In a way those words were true....

"Can I get an amen?"

"Amen...." You agree, partially echoing it while you still try to process your situation. You probably didn't even mean it. You manage to surprise Sammy when you say it. Perhaps you don't need to be a sacrifice....

You just need to be shone the light of his savior!

"My savior... this lamb will prove loyal to you, I'm sure of it."

Sammy mumbles to himself, eyes eagerly watching you from his mask. The simple word that fell from your lips was enough to get him hooked. His rotten and inky mind was delusional enough to think you were just like him....

He was the only one who worshipped his savior. The studio was awfully lonely and you held potential.... Why kill this lamb when you can make them a pet to the shepherd?

You had no idea that by just saying Amen on accident to a tape would seal your fate. You were unaware of your new secret admirer. Not until he showed up behind you at one point...

Only to bash your head in with the handle of his axe.

Darkness quickly covers you, thick like ink flooding your head. The smell of thousands of inkwells didn't do anything to help your head pain. When you come to, you're tied in front of a madman.

"I was wondering when I'd recieve an answer to my prayers...."

He's giddy to see another person, especially you. He thinks you'll be a great servant to the ink demon. He just hopes his savior won't mind him sparing your blood....

"Wh-"

You pause your reaction to hiss in pain, your head throbbing. The smell of ink makes you feel as though you shoved Sharpies up your nose, it's worse when Sammy holds your face.

"You'll be perfect. I'll do everything I can to show you the path of my savior."

You can barely comprehend the religious nut's words. You only groan at the light and his touch. Sammy hums, noticing the damage he's done.

"Sleep, my sheep.... It appears I hit you a bit too hard. I promise when you awake, I will show you the way of my savior. You will be so much happier in his light... with me."

He lightly caresses your face, leaning closer.

"Now... can I get an amen?"

#yandere bendy and the ink machine #yandere batim #yandere sammy lawrence

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theatomicbombbaby · 1 year

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Captured Part Two

Words: 1716

Warnings: Light torture nothing to much

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The battlefield eventually faded away from your sight, the glow of the fires overtaking crops and surrounding farms peaking above the hill as you made distance. The rope on your wrist burned as they kept on their walk never slowing. You looked to your bounds with a frown seeing a lead tied to them with the Viking that captured you walking along talking to others in his native tongue. You glared at the man as he laughed and rejoiced with his fellow men pulling you behind him. “Come on little mouse, before we get impatient we don't have all night.” Ragnar comments back at you when you start to lose speed, the pain in your body and legs overtaking you. Your feet dragged against the dirt and grass as you tried to walk faster after the man with a glare. ‘Who is he to call me such a little mouse? Am I really that weak? I killed 5 of his men before he reached me and injured plenty more. Who the hell is this man to think such of me.’ Your anger gave you a tad bit more strength not wanting to allow Ragnar and his people more reasons to belittle you. When you looked back up from your restraints with a bit more speed allowing some slack in the lead. “Do I have to remind you I have just fought you and your men?” Your voice was calm, a bit snarky as you walked beside the man now. “And lost.” He added as he laughed with a smirk on his lips his blue eyes bright with pride. You wanted to say another comeback before you were stopped by a sight of a camp. Before the raiding parties were normal a few ships but able to be managed. This however was not for a few ships of men, this was a campsite to hold hundreds of men and women, possibly even more. Your eyes grow a bit wide for a moment looking at all the tents and people at the camp, the realization has hit you. He only brought enough men to win against your small town, and had the rest stay back safe in their camp. Was he trying to take England for his own, or is this a war of something else you now have found yourself in the middle of. Ragnar seemed to see your shock for a moment and his smirk only grew as he walked on, with you following behind him bound.

As soon as you were near the camp people came rushing up yelling in pride for their king. Their cries loud and rearing as you both walked on, Ragnar stopping occasionally to speak to his people, times like this you wish you knew other languages. You looked around at the people that looked quite different from England. Though strong, full of fur, blood and markings over their face, you had to admit you were imitated by all of them. As you walked through all of them you tried to show no emotions at all while your mind raced about what could happen. He eventually led you to a tend in the middle of the enormous camp. The tent was red with raven banners in front lit up by candlelight. He pulled you in when you hesitated at the opening of the tent. Stumbling into it you look around to see a few other people inside around a table talking, they all pause looking at you and Ragnar. A woman with beautiful golden hair walks up eyeing you for a moment before she turns to the man speaking with him. From everything the only thing you could piece together was that his name was Ragnar as everyone addressed him with it. “If you're talking about me I would love to know so please speak English I know Ragnar can.” Your voice makes them pause and look at you, Ragnar’s smirk only grows as you speak to them. “See she is interesting.” You blink a few times looking at the man with a raised eyebrow. “Excuse me?” They seemed to ignore you as the woman gestured to you with her hand. “She is a farmer not a pet, look at her she isn't even wearing woman armor she had to have gotten it herself off of a man. She wouldn’t know anything.” She was glaring at Ragnar as she spoke to him and he now gestures to you as he spoke. “Wrong Lagertha, look she may be a farmer but she knows much, such as the land and the weakness to it as well as it strengths, she knows how to hold a sword and if they won’t let her fight that means her observation skills are worth looking at.” They spoke about you in English now, but ignored your glare at them only to replace it with some shock at Ragnar's voice. He has taken you because he thinks you know something? You thought for a moment to be interrupted by another man still standing at the table. “That is true, I am with Ragnar and see if she is useful.” He stood there with long brown hair, his arms crossed. “Then it is settled. Now little mouse.” He pulled on the lead that was tied to your bound wrist, pulling him to you. “Tell us would you, tell us how you know how to fight.” He smirks down at you as he invades your personal space. You look at him with a glare that could kill a man. “I don’t see how that is any concern of yours.” Your words dripped of venom as you spoke to the man looking up at him. He looked back at the few others standing in the tent speaking a quick sentence making them evacuate from the area. As they stepped out he stared at you with his blue eyes glaring at yours, his smirk never leaving his face. “We can talk or we can do.. There are many other unpleasant things I do not wish for.” He starts to speak, holding the lead tightly, his free hand grabbing your wrist bounds. “So what will it be Christian?” As he spoke he pulled your wrist down forcing you to the ground on your knees in front of him, his hand leaving your wrist and grabbing your chin forcing you to look up at him. You wouldn’t have so easily fell if it wasn’t for the fact you walked for miles upon miles. You looked up into his eyes, yours burning with frustration at the situation at hand, you tried to pull away from his grip but it grew tighter on your chin forcing you to stay there looking at him. “How did you learn to fight?” His face looked a little more irritated, now as he looked down at you. “My father had paid to have me taught.” Ragnar narrowed his eyes down at you while you spoke. “A farmer wouldn’t have enough spare money to pay to have a child, a child he would never expect to fight anyways to be taught combat.” You finally pulled away from his grasp on your chin as you sat back on your legs, too tired to hold yourself up. You didn’t look at him while neither of you spoke for a few moments before he pulled you back up with your lead. You stumbled as you got pulled up looking at the man with confusion as what he would do to learn your secrets.

He pulled you to your feet and dragged you to the middle of the tent, where the main pole sits supporting the tent. You tried to pull away from him as he took your lead and tied it as taught as he could to the highest point. You struggled to touch the ground on your heels fully after he had tied you. You debated on what he would do to you and if it was worth it to save your powerful secrets. You watched him pull up a chair, sitting in front of you looking up to you with his hand in his head. “I have time to wait for you to tell me the truth.” A smirk has returned to his lips as you look down at your feet then up at your restraints realizing he is trying to tire your body out. Your arms already are sore from using the heavy sword at the men attacking you, and your legs weak from the walk. You looked to Ragnar with a glare not speaking, if anything this would make you hold your tongue more.

Quite some time has passed from him tying you to the post, your legs burn like no other cramping up along with your arms. You have grown sweaty and incredibly tired, the strained stance not allowing you to rest for a moment. The whole time Ragnar sat there watching you intently and closely he resembled a curious cat. You look up from the ground to him with a glare. “I am telling the truth.” The first words that have left your lips since he has tied you. “You say that now when you are tired and sore and can't rest, you are not telling the truth.” His smirk appeared on his lips as he looked to you from his chair. You narrow your eyes at the man and shake your head in protest. Is keeping your identity worth this pain? Is keeping your fathers promise too much for you? You closed your eyes and let out a breath that was slow and steady. “My father is someone with wealth not a farmer, he thought I should be able to protect myself.” He raised a brow looking at you and standing pushing the chair back slightly as he did. “Who is that wealthy? It would have to be someone important. Tell me little mouse and I’ll let you sleep.” You looked to him more exhausted than you had been in your life, and in more pain you could bear. Your limbs felt as if they would fall out of their sockets and die off. You look at him with your voice soft and full of pain as you speak, just waiting for it to stop. “The king.”

#Ragnar Lothbrok #ragnar x reader #ragnar lothbrok x reader #vikings #vikings fanfiction #vikings x reader

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sterekchub · 11 months

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How about Stiles Force-Feeding Derek? Maybe Chris has been keeping Derek captive and Stiles is Chris’s protégé?

“You’re looking more like a pig than a wolf.”

I absolutely have 4 thoughts about this

1) a softer, nicer version

2) a more dark feeder version where Chris and Stiles want to break a Derek- forget Alpha, they want a oinking or mooing fat pet. Conditioned to eat, come, and get them off, just ballooning bigger and bigger and Derek’s mind goes from “I need to escape while I still can to” “Moooo need my BURP funnel….” Where he can’t even imagine trying to move when he’s being filled up so good.

3) the slobbier version: Derek digging into trays of food with both hands because they drugged him with some strain of wolfsbane and he just can’t stop. Derek who turns red but needs to call for help because he’s stuck in the bathroom door- or needs help getting off the couch to get there. Derek who most days is so full, all he can do is burp and fart and hold his belly and groan- can barely remember his own name, just slurs ours “…fffrrttt…..more….buarrrrp” with butter dripping down his chins “no” being lost behind swollen lips pushed together by baseball sized fat cheeks and a triple chin, and Stiles grins and says “wow more? You must really want to outgrow the bed this month.” And Derek tries shaking his head frantically but his tire size neck doesn’t let him…he just lets out another massive belch instead and finds himself opening his mouth as Stiles brings an entire slice of cake up towards it….

4) The one I’ll write below which is maybe my favorite of only a shade dark!possessive Stiles.

Derek has been chained in a Chris’ basement- wolfsbane infused manacle around his leg so he can’t walk further than the 20x20 basement he’s in. And Chris has been experimenting with different ways to break werewolves that don’t violate the code. A fat werewolf isn’t a threat but he’s still alive.

Stiles breaks in one day to see Derek in a chair, hands tied behind his back, belly the size of a basketball swelling in front of him with whatever is left of the shakes Chris had finished funneling into him dripping down his chins. Derek’s too full to even try standing up but thinks “thank god, Stiles is going to get me out.”

Until he sees Stiles pulling out a half gallon pitcher with more of the shake. “Chris said I could help.”

***

They do a good and bad cop routine- part of Chris’ training. “You don’t want to be too predictable. Don’t let the wolf anticipate what’s coming next.”

Which means some days? They go rough. Chris and Stiles are shoveling food into Derek’s mouth, so fast he can’t tell whose hand is whose. Slapping his belly and telling him “eat until you’re so tight can bounce a quarter off this gut” or grabbing handfuls just to watch his growing belly wobble and see Derek groan and burp in response to be jostled. The days they tell Derek “come on, pig. You can eat more than that. Oink for us.”

Or it’s the soft days, where Stiles is so, so gently rubbing Derek’s belly and telling him “so good for us, you’ve eaten so much today, just a few more bites, okay? We want you big and round and heavy for us…”

Other times: Derek gets a salad and a glass a water and is left with his stomach growling, finding himself wishing he was being fed more.

Those are usually followed by his fullest days- where Chris gets the funnel and fills Derek with a fattening concoction (this slop he tells Stiles is so high in calories even a werewolf can’t burn it off. Lard, butter, cream, weight gain powder, then you add pudding mix for flavor…..) He fills Derek until it looks like he swallowed a boulder, belly practically sloshing with alll the shake.

***

And Chris thinks he’s teaching Stiles but sometimes even he’s taken aback by Stiles’ methods. They feed Derek to his usual limit and go to leave for the time being….but Stiles says no. “He can handle a little more, can’t you Derek? I know that belly can stretch a few more inches…”And feeds him an entire cake as Chris watches in amusement. “Don’t pop him, kid.”

****

Stiles putting the funnel in Derek’s mouth and standing by his side, hands stroking his flabby moobs, wrapping around to the fat rolls on his back. Tells Derek to just imagine what all these calories is going to so to him.

“No more running into danger, Derek. Your ours. Our perfect little pig wolf. All these calories are going to fill you so good. You’ve gotten so fat, but it’s not enough. I want you to keep eating and growing. I want you so fat for us, can you do that? Keep guzzling this down like a good Alpha and I bet you can reach half a ton. Imagine…”

Chris needs to refill the tank connected to the funnel three times, their personal record (because he and Stiles competitively keep a score board in plain view of Derek, the number of calories so staggeringly high can barely comprehend).

Derek weighs in 20 pounds heavier the next day (and has never come harder untouched in his life)

***

Chris and Stiles standing in front of Derek, in a daze from his carbo-loaded stuffing of nothing but pasta and garlic bread dripping in butter, and they tease him talking about his future.

“Think he’s fat enough?”

“He is starting to look like a prize winning hog, just needs the tail!”

“I guess we should let him go while he can still fit through the door…”

“What do you think, Derek?”

Derek only groans and rubs his belly…

****

They eventually do let him go- Chris has no plans to have an immobile werewolf in his basement and the food bills are getting sky high. Derek doesn’t fit in the Camaro. Waddles out (huffing and puffing) in a pair of boxers Stiles joking wrote “feed me”’across the ass and a stretched out tank top.

It’s only about an hour later when Stiles gets a knock on his door.

“I’m hungry.”

#sterek #chubby!derek #wg story #feeder!stiles #fat!derekhale

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