#i'd smash the fuck out of her

[zephyrdagonheart]

Y'all.

I need the entire Destiny community to HEAR. ME. THE FUCK. OUT.

#destiny 2 #destiny #destiny the game #please #just listen #for a second #hive eris is hot #hot as hell #hot as fuck even #i would smash if i could #i'd smash the fuck out of her

[whywouldisayprinter]

Nanami Iohana straight up not having a good time post-Shibuya

(They/them)

#ithoughtyousaidprinter #nanami iohana #satosuguna #smash though #they didn't even hit rock bottom they fell down to hell without stops #imagine seeing your one bf's corpse being paraded around and your other bf getting put in a mean rubics cube #they're still hot though #I bet Nobara calls them a .... Tilf ? (teacher i'd love to fuck) #megumi is not amused #at least Nobara is alive bc Iohana saved her uwu #Mahito almost killed them instead though but they got a free new eye out of it so it"s okay (-ish) #Nanami is still dead #rip that cousin #well #at least their kids are mostly alive #rip nanamimi though Iohana better not be angry at Yuuji for that one #they'd probably be pissed at sukuna bc Yuji is their baby #wait no that's Megumi #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk oc #shibuya #shibuya arc #kenjaku #cw scars #cw eye horror #geto suguru #gojo satoru #satosugu #jjk spoilers

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

hi! i'd like to ask for a whiskey with carmen berzatto with prompt m. Keeping the relationship a secret

thank you <3

Lovesick.

warnings - not quite smut, but a little smooching. cursing.

ah sweet carmen. thank you for this request <3

3k celebration post here. 3k masterlist here.

"Behind!"

Carmy's fingertips graze across your back as he walks past you, featherlight and barely there.

It sets your nerves on fire.

You carry on slicing the tomatoes, mentally willing yourself to calm down. You seem to turn into a teenager when Carmy's around, all giggly and jumpy.

"Time for you to take a break," a warm voice mutters in your ear.

"I've got like an hour before I need a break, Carm."

"I said, time for you to take a break."

He presses a gentle kiss to your ear, chuckling when he sees you shiver. To anyone else, it looks like he's just giving you direction.

"I'll meet you in the office in five," you whisper. He's satisfied with your answer, slinking off to wait for you.

You barely make it to two minutes before you're walking across the kitchen, gliding through the door and closing it behind you.

Two rough hands find your hips, pushing you up against the wall. Carmy smashes his lips to yours, using your startled gasp as opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You tangle your fingers into his hair, tugging and pulling recklessly. Your leg hitches up around his thigh, desperate to get closer to him.

"You're all I can think about," Carmy whispers against your mouth. "Can't focus on a fuckin' thing when you're in the room."

You whine, tugging him back to kiss you again. You know this is risky. But you just can't help yourself.

"Come over tonight," you murmur. "Want you to fuck me to sleep."

He throws his head back and groans, gorgeous neck exposed and waiting to be bitten. You lean in and lick the expanse of it, tasting the salt on his skin.

Carmy brings a warm hand up to rest against your throat, smirking when you whine. He presses kisses to the spot under your ear, your neck, your collarbones. Just as he's trying to unbutton your shirt, the door swings open, scaring the life out of you both.

You shriek as Carmy jumps, light filling the tiny room.

"Well well well," Richie drawls, grin etched across his face. "What do we have here?"

"Is Carmy there? I need to ask him about-"

Sydney stops dead in her tracks, the corners of her lips curling.

"Does anyone else wanna come and fuckin' look?" Carmy groans, snapping at the two people stood in the doorway.

You hide your face in his chest, willing them to leave you alone. Or for the ground to swallow you up. Either works.

"Alright, alright. Let's leave these lovesick kids alone."

You never thought you'd see the day that Richie was your saving grace.

The minute the door swings closed, you can't help but break out into a fit of giggles. Carmy joins you, both of you crying tears of laughter.

Lovesick. He's probably right.

#carmen berzatto fluff #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy x reader #carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto imagine #carmy berzatto smut #carmen berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto x reader smut #carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto #the bear imagine #the bear x reader #carmy the bear #the bear fanfiction #jeremy allen white #murphy's 3k celebration

[mahgyu]

· JEALOUSY ·

— It's not that Toji is possessive, he just doesn't like it when others desire his girl. After all, you're completely his, aren't you?

CONTAINS: Toji Fushiguro x Fem!reader, smut/NSFW 18+, very jealousy (from Toji), pet names (good girl, sweetie, kitten among others) that's it I think.

WC: 1.4k.

A/N: I wrote this without planning so I apologize if there are many errors

"Repeat, repeat who is the only one who makes you feel so good like this."

"You, Toji, a-are you. Only you!" You exclaim, too immersed in your own pleasure to care about the sarcastic laugh that Toji lets out weakly close to your ear.

"Good girl. And whose cock fucks your pussy so good, huh? Who is the only one who can have you like this?" Toji insists. Seeing her so surrendered to him was like winning a one-way ticket to paradise.

The car windows covered by a thin mist caused by their erratic breaths, the constant rocking of the car that, seen from outside by anyone passing by in the parking lot at that moment, would easily distinguish what was happening inside the vehicle. Her legs were already numb, her hips were gradually aching and you were already a complete mess. Toji was going deep and hard, teeth semi-clenched and a hazy look that he only conveyed in specific situations, and this time, jealousy was the main factor.

Enjoying Saturday night drinking a bit alongside his girl was all Toji needed to shake off the stress of the mundane week. The large, calloused hand rested on your thigh as he grinned amusedly at the grimace you made while attempting, for the second time that night, to down a shot of vodka to try to keep up with him. "Do you want me to ask if they serve orange juice?" Toji asked sarcastically. "Maybe I'd prefer of strawberry instead" You accept the joke, pushing the small glass away across the table, still trying to overcome the bitter taste in your mouth. Toji finishes his own shot and, after kissing briefly your lips, heads to the bar to get you a beer. Taking no more than quick minutes, Toji returns to the table, handing you your beer. Just before sitting back down beside you, Toji casts a lingering glance at a certain group of men who haven't taken their eyes off you from the distant tables, One of them in more specific. And just before you can question him about the scowl on his face, the waiter interrupts, placing a cocktail glass in front of you.

"Sorry, but we didn't order this" you inform, alternating your gaze between Toji and the waiter. "That gentleman requested that this drink be delivered to you, and he also asked me to give you this" the waiter attempts to hand you a folded piece of paper which is instantly snatched away by Toji's hands. Toji grins mischievously as he unfolds the paper, turning his neck to glance once more at the man in question. The waiter excuses himself and before you can question anything again, Toji grabs the cocktail glass and drinks all its contents in a single gulp. He grabs your hand, dragging you out of the bar right after throwing some bills on the table where they were sitting.

"Toji... you're hurting me" you alert him as he unconsciously tightens his grip on your wrist until you reach the parking lot. "Get in." he orders, his voice low but still deep, as he opens the door to access the back seats of the car. You enter without questioning, and soon he joins you.

What leads them to the moment in question, Toji hates getting stressed out over something as silly as jealousy, but it's not like he can control such feelings. God, it took all the fucking self-control he had left in him not to go smash that idiot's face right there. So, to avoid a fuss (solely because you don't like it when he gets into fights), Toji decided to take his anger out on something else, much better and more pleasurable for both of you, after all.

"You still haven't answered me, sweetie" Toji said, landing a sharp slap on your thigh to bring you back to reality. Your body was practically crushed, buried against the car seat, your legs folded towards your breasts. Your intimacy becoming more accessible and exposed to Toji in this position. Your hands were trying unsuccessfully to control Toji's relentless hips, and at the same time, struggling to find stability against the cushioned seat.

"Toji... f-fuck, too much..." You whimper, feeling your insides churning again and wishing that Toji, at least this time, wouldn't deny your orgasm like he has been for the past few hours. "Love, p-please, pleasee." You plead, tears welling up and clouding your vision.

"Fuck, you look so adorable while you beg. Ah... should I be mean to you more often?" He taunts as he buries his face in the curve of your neck and bites the skin enough to leave a mark. Your tightening grip around Toji's cock alerts him to your nearing limit. "So hot... How am I not supposed to lose control when I know all the filthy men who look at you desire you like this?" He growls, holding your face firmly with one hand to make you look at him as he brings the other hand to the space between your bodies and starts rubbing his thumb on your clit.

Your moans were uncontrollable; you couldn't take it anymore. You gesture with difficulty that you're close to reaching your orgasm, your voice choked and your moans filled with pleasure affect Toji who finally allows you to release yourself. "Cum for me, kitten. Cum for the only man who can have you like this, for the only man who can feel that beautiful pussy of yours throbbing around my dick". Toji's words hit you like a spell. Your whole body succumbs to pleasure, drool dribbling from the corner of your mouth along with a few tears that blur your makeup even more. Toji doesn't stop his own movements, only slowing down the pace to savor the scene that no one else in the world besides him will ever be able to witness. Your faltering voice calling out his name repeatedly during the peak of your orgasm was Toji's ecstasy.

With muffled grunts and a few rough thrusts that felt even rougher due to your sensitivity, Toji also reaches his limit, cumming inside you, pouring all the sticky liquid into your depths, covering your soft walls with white. Emptying every last drop inside you.

Toji's body falters, he carefully settles his torso between your legs. You stroke Toji's dark locks the way he likes while he buries his face in your still-covered breasts. The breathing of both softening in contrast to how they were minutes ago.

Toji reaches for your panties which were hanging from one of your ankles, and carefully puts them on. Your tearful murmur after planting a brief kiss above your now-covered intimacy makes him smile behind the scar on his lip. Before he even dresses himself, Toji pulls out a piece of paper from his pants pocket and grabs his own phone. You look at him with curiosity the whole time, hoping he'll give you some explanation about what he's doing. Toji spreads your still weakened legs a little wider, ignoring your whimpers from the sensitivity. Without further ado, he rests his own cock, which is already starting to harden again, above your clothed intimacy. The fabric of your panties starting to become transparent due to the liquid dripping from your pussy, the thick and prominently veined shaft with the roughly reddened tip from Toji's dick was already starting to make you salivate with the desire to put it in your mouth. You again are taken from your thoughts when the interior of the car lights up with the flash of the cellphone soon accompanied by a "click".

"So...?" You decide to ask, peering over your lashes, trying not to laugh at the concentrated expression he wears while typing something on his phone after taking the picture.

"Nothing much, just ensuring our 'new friend ' knows you're not interested, in case it wasn't clear at the bar." Toji responds with a smirk as he shows you the paper the waiter had handed over hours ago, Which now, taking a closer look, you notice had a number scribbled on it, possibly that man's number.

"Now let's head back home. Just seeing your pussy getting your panties all wet makes me want to bury my cock in you one more time," Toji leans in close to you again as he speaks near your lips. You smile mischievously at him as you whisper back: "I don't see any reason to wait until we get home, we're already here anyway..." Toji chuckles at your tease and looks away; "You know I would never deny you something like that, kitten, but this damn car is too small for me, my back is screwed". He complains with a funny grimace while you laugh at his complaint and caress him. "My poor jealous old man " you say, trying to stifle your laughter. "Old man, huh? Let's see if that's what you'll be screaming while I punish your naughty pussy" Toji responds with a smug look and a animalistic smile as he hurriedly removes your panties.

Thanks for reading.

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[reiding-writing]

congrats on 1k followers!!! u deserve it sm u're literally my favorite cm writer on here <333

i'd like to request spencer/cold!reader with 4 from blue (color prompts)

TRYPANOPHOBIA [CLIMACTERIC]

/ˌtaɪpənəˈfoʊbiə/

4. "Will you hold my hand?”

WARNINGS: fem!reader, needles, suturing, allusion to spencer’s past addiction, blood, reader injury

spencer x cold!reader | hurt/comfort | 1.6k | climacteric event

a/n: thank you <3333 made the quote a little more blunt bc yk, cold reader, but i think it works either way. cold!reader is slowly developing her own lore and i’m living for it honestly.

main masterlist! ⋆｡°✩ cold!reader masterlist!

⋆｡°✩ event masterlist! ✩°｡⋆

You’d consider yourself pretty strong, mentally and physically.

You’d had your fair share of bumps and scrapes in your job that’s left you in the temporary care of EMTs sat in the back of an open ambulance. You’d been hit, kicked, slashed, shot at, and basically every other thing that you could possibly think of.

And it always came out alright in the end.

Most of the time the paramedics didn’t have to do more than clean out your injury with an antiseptic wipe and send you on your way.

But your luck had to run out eventually.

You’d garnered yourself a pretty nasty gash on your left bicep, one that the paramedic said would probably scar even with stitches.

Of course it would.

Either way, he seated you down on the edge of the open ambulance prepped your arm in the hopes that having it stitched closed would at least minimise the mark left behind. But it was never going to be that easy.

—

Morgan nudged Spencer’s arm with his elbow, nodding his head over to where you were sat on the edge of the ambulance with a very firm look on your face as you shake your head at the paramedic in front of you, who is seemingly trying to explain something that you’re not listening to. “Something tells me the Ice Queen might want some backup,”

“She told me to leave her alone,” Spencer shrugs slightly through furrowed eyebrows, eyes fixed on you despite the fact that he’s talking to Morgan.

He was the one who pointed the gash out to you in the first place. He knew that you had a high pain tolerance, but to not at all notice the blood trailing down your arm— even with the adrenaline in your system —was absolutely insane to him.

You tried for almost two minutes to brush him off, but he managed to convince you to get check out by the ambulance eventually. Even if it did result in him being on the receiving end of one of your disgruntled glares.

He’d rather that than you getting an infection.

“Come on man she’s clearly not enjoying herself over there,” Morgan tilted his head at Spencer with a knowing look. “Go and do your thing before she gives the poor guy a heart attack,”

Spencer doesn’t really have an option as Morgan pushes his shoulder in your direction, sending him stumbling a few steps forward.

—

“I said no.”

“Please miss it’s to make you more comfortable-”

“You are not putting that in my arm.”

“Is everything okay over here?” Spencer furrows his eyebrows, catching the tail end of your argument with the paramedic as he approaches you. “Are you alright?”

“I would be if this fucking-“ You exhale heavily through your nose to compose yourself.

It’s not his fault. He’s trying to help you. Don’t think about smashing his face into the tarmac.

“I don’t see why you need to stick me for a strip of butterfly stitches.” Your eyes are cold and unwavering as you glare right into the paramedic’s soul, and Spencer can see him take a small step backwards to steady himself under your scrutiny.

“I told you miss, butterfly stitches aren’t viable for your injury, they wouldn’t hold. You’ll have to have traditional sutures,” The paramedic argues his point hesitantly, but Spencer is surprised he’s even managing to argue in the first place with how harsh your expression is.

“Getting stitches for a serious injury can reduce the risk of infection by up to 86%,” Spencer takes a seat at your side cautiously, his eyes soft and non-confrontational as he tries to mediate your seething refusal to the idea of getting your injury stitched.

It looked bad. Something that he’s sure most people probably would’ve passed out from under the combination of pain and the fountain of red spurting from inside it.

“You need to get it treated…”

“I don’t do needles. It isn’t going to happen.” You don’t look at Spencer as you voice your reason for refusing medical attention, but you don’t have to, he can practically feel the anxiety radiating from you the second the possibility leaves your mouth.

You had a fear of needles.

Now that was something he never expected from you.

To be honest he was under the general impression that you weren’t afraid of anything. Especially not needles.

But he couldn’t exactly blame you either.

He also hated needles, although he was sure his reasoning was different from yours.

Either way, he knew what the anxiety felt like. But it didn’t change the fact that you needed stitches. That gash wasn’t going to heal on it’s own.

“Hey, uh,” Spencer bit the inside of his cheek as he spoke to you, glancing between the back of your head and the paramedic stood with an anaesthetic needle in hand, expression furrowed with no idea of how to convince you into letting him do his job. “There are several methods for effectively dealing with phobias during situations like this, I can walk you through one if you’d like?”

“I’m not getting a needle in my arm, let alone multiple.” You turn your sternness in your decision towards Spencer for the first time, and he almost folds immediately under the harshness of your glare. But he doesn’t, and his resistance to your defences is beginning to become increasingly torturously frustrating.

“The best first step is to turn away from the area of insertion,” Spencer moves his gaze from you to the paramedic and gives him a small, almost imperceptible nod to move forward. “Then you should focus on finding a suitable breathing pattern,”

“Reid I’m not-” There’s a sharp sting in your left shoulder that cuts your sentence short, and your eyebrows furrow and then rise in a mix of pain and shock as you turn your head just in time to see the top of the now empty needle leave your arm.

“Distraction is usually the easiest option…”

You turn to look at Spencer again with a look of absolute betrayal on your face, your eyes narrowed so far that it almost looks like your scleras are blackened through only your pupils being visible. You open your mouth to say something, but nothing except an astonished breath leaves your mouth.

“I’m sorry…” Spencer presses his lips together with a guilty expression. He couldn’t quite determine whether you wanted to shout at him or cry, and it was one of those times where he was reminded that you were a real person with real emotions underneath the wall of ice you protect yourself with. “It’s really in your best interest I promise,”

The paramedic gives you a guilty look of his own as he returns with a suturing needle attached to some thread. “You won’t feel anything I promise, just keep your eyes on your friend alright?”

“I am so going to kick your ass for this.” You turn your head as far away from the paramedic as possible as you reluctantly accept your fate, hissing your words out through your teeth as you face Spencer directly.

“I know,” Spencer gives you a small nod, guilt still riddling his features as he sighs. “I’m sorry,”

“Hold my hand.” You extend your right hand out towards him, palm upwards expectantly.

“I- what?” Spencer stares at it like he’s never seen a hand before in his life.

“You’re putting me through this, it’s the least you can do.”

He slips his hand into yours cautiously, your grip immediately tightening to a point where your knuckles clash together almost uncomfortably and his palm bumps into yours.

It’s enough to make his cheeks bloom red and his throat go dry, and yet you seem entirely unaffected apart from the tenseness in your shoulders in the anticipation of feeling the suturing needle in your arm.

It doesn’t come.

“All finished. Keep them dry for the next week or so and they should dissolve on their own,” Your eyebrows furrow as you break your stare on Spencer to look back towards the paramedic and then down to your arm. He’d literally stitched it shut without you feeling anything.

“…Thank you,” You still look absolutely furious, anger still coating your words, but you’re thankful nonetheless, and the paramedic gives you a short smile.

“Thank your friend, he did the hard work,” He gestures towards Spencer with a nod before leaving the two of you to regroup with the rest of the EMTs.

You watch the paramedic walk away for a few seconds before you turn your attention back to Spencer, and his eyes are already locked on you as you meet his eyes.

“Are you- uh- ready to go back to the station?”

You give him a short nod as you stand, inadvertently pulling him to his feet alongside you through your still connected hands.

They stay that way as you reapproach the rest of the team, and none of them have the gall to mention it under the lingering discomfort in your narrowed gaze as Spencer helps you into the car.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid angst #criminal minds angst #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds fluff #mgg #climacteric 🪶

[evie-sturns]

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ - ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ꜱᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟᴏ

part 2 (part 1 here)

summary: you and your best-friend matt, have decided to sign up to be a summer camp counsellor for your school's summer project! will you two stay as just friends? or will this summer turn out different for you guys.

a/n: theres going to be smut in the next part, hope you guys like this, read part 1 first, linked at the top! fuck danielle

contains: swearing, fighting (physical at some points), kissing/making out

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abrubtly matt pulls away, he saw me. his face drops as dani stares at me. my heart thumps as i freeze. matt tries to walk over to me, but its too late, i've already took off in the other direction.

i've found myself in the empty staff bathrooms, hiding in the stalls. matthew wasted my time, i spent half the fucking roadtrip up here comforting him, then he goes and makes out with her a few hours later?

i can't even understand why im feeling like this, why am i so.. jealous?

the door to the bathrooms swing open, probably matt, coming to explain himself.

"hey, come out of the stall please." a female voice calls out, "who's this sorry?" i say, still on the verge of tears.

"danielle."

my breath hitches in my throat, before i swallow hard. "oh." i mumble, unlocking my stall. im met with her face, shes still wearing the same outfit she was wearing while kissing my best friend.

she suddenly interupts my thoughts, "look, i don't know who the fuck you think you are? but don't go snooping into me and matts personal business, unfortunately hes mine." she says while crossing her arms, i scoff.

"funny you say that, because the whole car ride up here matt's been dreading seeing you, his exact words were, 'fucking hate her' so if i were you i'd back away hm?" i say in a 'sympathetic' tone.

she clenches her fist, running her spare hand through her dark brown bob before smashing her fist into the side of my face.

"what the actual fuck!" i yell before jumping at her, throwing her to the floor. the next 5 minutes are a blur of screaming, punching, hair pulling before she gets pulled off of me.

its jessie, the owner of the fucking camp.

she looks pissed.

(15 minutes later)

ive been sitting alone in the nurses office for 10 minutes, its now 11:30pm, i have to be awake in 7 hours for breakfast setup.

the door to the room im in swings open.

its matthew.

"y/n, are you okay? i heard what happened" he says frantically, sititng down on the chair beside the medical bed.

"oh please matt, dont act like you care." i mutter out.

"what?" he says cluelessly.

"look, go find out how danielles doing, oh! or you could fuck her while your there, go back to your cabin with her!" i yell, matts eyes widen as he looks at me.

"we aren't sharing a cabin, im with lincoln, shes with paige." he mumbles as he fidgets with his hands.

i laugh out of disbelief before standing up, pushing past him out of the room im in before swinging open the door to the nurses office.

the cold night air hits my fresh wounds as i approach my cabin, the lights are on inside meaning Xavier is still awake. i swing open the door, xaviers face drops "babe what the fuck happened!" he says, running up to me and hugging me, "danielle happened." i sniff as he lets me go.

"you gotta get some rest, we're helping the kids do kayaking tomorrow okay? gotta be up at 6:30." he whispers, as he pulls the covers down on my bed, letting me crawl in.

(6:30am the next day.)

a loud honk blares through the campsite, before jessie on the megaphone starts "shark counsellers! the shark kids are lined up outside the breakfast hall, go help out in the kitchen"

i groan, my face still throbbing from dani's punches. xaivers sits up in the bed opposite me, "you feeling better.." he says, his voice raspy.

i nod, "mhm, not too excited about dealing with about 25 nine year olds." i mumble getting out of bed "you'll be right, theres 6 of us to control them we'll do it." he says optimistically.

i finish up getting changed, tying my hair into two braids. "you coming?" i say, looking at xaiver over my shoulder.

the hall is only a few hundred meters away from the staff cabins, which is now filled with 200 children. matt and lincoln are walking through the doors, dani and paige follow close behind them, too close for my liking.

i step inside, the smell of oatmeal fills my nose as i look around, theres countless tables filled with friend groups, in the back corner matts sitting alone on the last empty table, picking at his dry toast. i sigh loudly before walking over to him, he looks up at me, his eyes are puffy and red, he looks upset.

i sit down opposite him, his breathing picks up before he starts unannouced,

"dani and i.. have hated eachother since middle school. when i saw you get into your cabin with xavier i got fucking jealous. hate to admit it but i did. while i was walking towards my cabin dani approached me, she started touching up on my arms before pulling me off the path into the bushes. she kissed me, i don't know why i kissed her back, i think it was a jealousy thing, i wanted to get back at you?"

he sighs loudly as silence grows.

"look y/n, i really like you, and-" hes cut off by jessie on her fucking megaphone.

"helloooo campers! this is the first official day of summer camp and here are what each group is doing today!, crabs are doing rock climbing, which means it is mandatory to wear closed toe shoes. Sharks will be doing kayaking, please wear your swimsuit and your counsellers will take you down to the lake!"

i barely take in what jessie says, the only thing i'm thinking about is matt's previous sentence

look y/n i really like you.

look y/n i really like you.

(20 minutes later)

we've been sitting by the lake for a few minutes now, watching the kids attempt to kayak, im wearing a triangle white bikini with daisys printed on it, matt's sitting to my left, his eyes have been on me the whole time.

abrubtly he stands up, looking down at me. "come with me." he demands "huh?"

i stand up anyway, he takes my hand and starts to walk towards a shed, he opens the door and switches on the light. the dim warm lighting fills the room, revealing piles of wetsuits and life jackets.

he turns around and closes the door to the shed, locking it behind him.

he looks me in my eyes, his eyes dart down to my lips. "can i kiss you." matt asks, barely audible.

i gulp before nodding my head.

matt's hand holds my cheek gently before connecting his lips with mine. after a few seconds it turns into a makeout, his veiny hand holding my hair.

he pulls away slowly as his phone lights up, he scrolls through it before letting out a soft laugh "no way" he scoffs, rubbing his eyes.

"tonight were sleeping in the kids hall, like me and you, supervising.."

"you're kidding matt"

"nope, apparently theres a small cabin that connects off the kids hall, its got 1 bed that we share" he laughs

my cheeks flush, sharing a bed with matt, after this?..

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hope you guys liked this, like i said there will be smut in the next part!!

taglist:

@iammattsturniolo @iloveneilperry @tatumrileyslover @chrisstopherfilmed

#nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo fluff

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 11

part 1 | part 10 | ao3

cw: period-typical homophobic language, explicit sexual content (if you are under 18 then kindly GO ON NYOW GIT come back when you grow your first gray pube)

It feels crazy, after all that, to just get up and face the day. Feels like last Fall all over again: he’s concussed in the back of class getting bagel crumbs on a worksheet with his face still pulverized. There’s a gross pang in his chest as he goes about his morning routine, his heart all squishy and bruised like some dickhead smashed a plate over it, but whatever, he guesses. Public education and minimum wage wait for no one.

Robin grills him the whole car ride: “Oh, my god, is he okay?? Is he alive? Is your mom okay? What the hell, Steve?” and he lets her ramble with wide, worried eyes; doesn’t even get to the part about Eddie. When they pull up to the school she gets out of the car and comes around to his side, knocks on his window and leans in when he rolls it down to give him a ridiculously long hug.

"Robinnn," he grumbles; his face is mashed against her boobs. "People are gonna think we're dating."

She bends to hug him tighter still, her bony ass hanging out his window where the whole school can see. "I'd date you in a second."

"You've literally said that you wouldn't."

"Platonically, I would!!"

She gives him one last squeeze, and he watches her waddle off, trumpet case awkwardly smacking her calves.

And then he just... goes to work. He goes to stand around a nearly empty store and pretend like he even has any work to do, restocks the already full displays of candy and buffs the countertops until they shine. Three hours in and he's run out of ways to look busy and Keith is “doing admin stuff” in the back, so he gives his mom a call. Makes sure she's okay; did she eat anything yet; any updates on Ernie?

She’s fine, she's not hungry, he's alive but that's all they know for now, her tone distantly polite like Steve's nothing more than a friendly cold caller.

He shoves his fingers in his eyes ’til he sees stars when they hang up.

He calls the Henderson house next, leaves a message to apologize for skipping out early, promises that he'll be there next Wednesday and he can bring dessert this time. There’s a lunch rush after that, but the day still drags like a bad hangover, a dull throbbing in his bones, and when he finally gets home he collapses onto his bed and passes out on top of the covers with his dumb work vest still on.

—

Eddie's acting weird.

Steve sees him again on Friday, spots him and his uncle having a smoke out on the porch and wanders over to say hello. Wayne seems happy enough to chat; gives him all the news on Ernie — "Bastard's unkillable," he says, almost impressed. He’s stable now, should be home any day.

Eddie, on the other hand, spends the entire interaction behaving like a skittish cat, eyes darting to and from Steve, leg jiggling as he quietly puffs his cig.

Steve half expects him to slink off and come back to drop a dead mouse at his feet.

He feels his brows knit together, agitation creeping in. It's not like he thought they'd be best friends after a single night of ceasefire or anything — as if they'd start braiding each other's hair and trading their deepest, darkest secrets or whatever queer shit — but like…

He thought they might be cool now. At least a little bit.

And Eddie's not being rude to him, exactly, but that's somehow even worse. The polite disinterest. The subtle shift to the left. Back and away.

“Okay, well, uh...” Steve glances at Eddie, who's looking anywhere but him. Fucking fascinated by a loose thread on his ripped jeans, apparently, plucking at it with anxious fingers. “See ya around, I guess?”

Wayne says not be a stranger, and Eddie gives him a quick nod. “See ya.”

Steve grinds his teeth about it for the rest of the afternoon, then decides, like, screw this. It's a Friday night; he's not sitting around sulking all evening because Eddie Munson hurt his feelings.

He calls up a girl — some pretty blonde chick he remembers from the cheer squad — and sets up a date for later that night. Takes her to the drive-in, buys her a vanilla shake. The date's fine; it's good; it's fine. She's pretty enough, and she offers to suck him off when the main feature starts.

It’s not a good blowjob. Arguably one of the worst ones Steve’s had, and he’s had quite a few. She keeps gagging herself with these gross squelching sounds, barely getting even half of his dick in her tiny mouth and not bothering to use her hands to make up the difference. Just leaves them resting on Steve’s thighs while she makes fake whimpering moans like she’s sooo turned on by this; fucking as if; and somewhere in the middle of her repetitive, sloppy bobbing his mind starts to wander off. To the trailer, to the lot fees, the fucking pharmacy bills. Their ever-dwindling savings and what percentage of them he just wasted on this lackluster movie night; surely they’re gonna run out any day now; tick tock, tick tock.

"Um," the girl squeaks as she pulls off with a gross slurp. Steve looks down at his lap, sees he's gone soft. "Am I, like, doing something wrong, or...?"

Her voice is high and quiet, innocent and sweet, and Steve feels like an asshole. He squeezes himself at the base, gives a few quick strokes to get himself up again. "No, you're perfect, honey," he lies. "Stick out your tongue for me?"

She bats her eyes demurely and rolls over onto her side, gives him some kind of sexy pout before opening her mouth so he can jerk off over her. Steve works his wrist; tries not to be rude and look away, but her colors are all wrong. Strawberry hair. Blue irises. He squeezes his eyes shut, moves his hand faster and thinks of dark brown. Dark hair, dark lashes, dark eyes like the deep woods. Endless. Sort of mesmerizing. Nancy? "Oh, fuck," he gasps as he comes.

The girl squeals and jerks away from him, hands flying to her face. "Oh, my god! Oh, my god! You got it in my nose!"

"Sorry,” Steve grunts, shuddering through an aftershock. There’s cum on his hand, on his pants; all over this poor girl’s face. He thinks he got some in her eyelashes. "Shit, sorry, let me, uh—"

He leans over and rifles through the glove box, trying to find a napkin for her. No dice. Best he can do is an old McDonald's wrapper with a grease stain on the side. "Here, does— does this work?"

“Ew!”

“Sorry, I mean it’s that or my shirt, but then I’d have to drive you home shirtless, so-”

“Ugh,” she gives him a bitchy look. Tries to, anyway. One eye is glued shut. “Just give me that, please.”

His limp, spitty cock is still hanging from his pants when he passes her the wrapper. Flaccid and sad, like a white flag of surrender, and a bubble of hysterical laughter slips out. A choked burst of it, a pufferfished pfffft as it explodes past his lips. He’s not sure if it's the orgasm or the ridiculousness of the situation or if he's just plain lost his mind, but the girl glares at him, which...

There's still a glob of jizz on her cheek, so it doesn’t help matters much.

"I think you should take me home."

"Y-yep. Sorry. Yeah."

“Like now.”

Steve tucks himself into his jeans.

—

part 12

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[roadkillremi]

A better man

Negan X F!Reader

Era - S10/11

Summary: After being stuck in a cabin with Negan, things got hot and heavy. Is there regret or enjoyment?

Warnings : Minors DNI, Legal Age Gap (Negan is in his 50s, Reader is in their 30s) , mentions Reader's and her ex's having bad fights (mentions leaving a bruise), unprotected sex, language, p in V, the pet name Doll, mentions rubbing poison ivy on hickey, the whole smut is a flashback of "yesterday night".

A/N : My first Negan fic <3. Also a couple of side notes ; Reader calls Negan Carl's and Ricks killer, I know this isn't true. It is more of the way she viewed him during S7/8. There's no use of 'Y/N', Negan refers to the reader as "Doll". Italics are used for past quotes

There were no words once you went inside the house. Your brain scrabbled with the thought of him. Your backpack slid off your shoulders leaving a thud on the ground. It laid by the entrance next to some abandoned shoes.

"You're back!" Judith and RJ ran towards you giving you a hug. You smile kneeling down to their level.

"Sorry it took me so long..." You wrapped your arms around them. You heard a creak behind you, you turned around to find Michonne. She stood in the doorway looking down at you.

"I said To be as quick as possible." She muttered. Your chest wrenches with guilt, "We were surrounded.". Michonne nodded and stepped closer, she took a good look at you.

"What the hell is that?" She pointed at your neck. You quickly reached your hand to the spot she pointed.

"What?"

"That better not be what I think it is.." she walked away. Her kids followed behind her like little ducks. You quickly went into the bathroom moving your neck around.

There it was.

A cherry red spot on your neck, your heart rate quickened. You said no hickeys, you shut your eyes hoping you're imagining things. Flashes of last night just flood your vision.

His hands roamed your body, touching you so gently. It was a mistake, you didn't mean for things to build up. You were surrounded by dead sacks of shit. It grew colder and less safe for you two to head back. You two barricaded the windows and locked the doors. He placed his crowbar by the door and sat on the couch kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

After all these years I barely know shit about you, sweetheart.

That's what led the two of you to share stories. Stories you wouldn't dare share with anyone else. He knew about your shitty ex boyfriends, the shameful hook ups. The terrible fights you'd have with said shitty ex boyfriends that ended in bruises.

If they were still alive I'd beat the shit of them

In return, he told you all about Lucille and her death. Teary eyed he stared down at you waiting for a response. You weren't sure how to react, so you hugged him. You whispered sweet nothing's into his ear.

I bet she loved you so much.

Then you two kissed in a fit of passion. Your senses are overruled by the longing of a man's touch. Undressing each other as quickly as possible. He laid you down on the old couch, his lips exploring every curve. You patted his shoulder signalling for him to stop. He looked up at you his lips pink with saliva coating them.

Before we continue we need ground rules... Don't release your fucking seed in me. Don't leave marks. Got it?

Fuck yeah, doll.

Just like that he was on top of you, his forehead on yours. He looked into your eyes watching you whimper and moan. His smug smile didn't leave his face once, he chuckled to himself before speaking.

God, this pussy is so Fucking good! No man should teach you like shit..

You pulled him down by the nape of his neck. His lips smash into yours as his beard tickles your chin. He leaned down leaving kisses all around your neck. His teeth teasingly digging into your skin, him leaving the hickey...

He made sure you finished first, holding himself back until your release coated his cock. He pulled out of you before he could spill his seed. You reached in between the two of your bodies. Your hand pumped his shaft helping him chase his orgasm. He thrusted into your hand his head tilting back. You placed kisses on his collarbone and traveled down to his tattoo. His come falling onto your torso, he groaned.

Shit, Doll... Lemme clean you up.

He grabbed his t-shirt whipping your torso off. He tossed it back into the ground before laying on top of you. His head rested on your chest as one of his hands rubbed up and down your thigh.

You buried your face into your hands. You can't do this, Think about Rick, Glenn, Carl, Abraham. They saved you, you were their family, and you slept with their killer. You focused on your racing heart, he's a changed man. You had to get rid of the hickey before anyone else sees it.

You stormed out the house grabbing your ax on the way out. You head towards the gate, your heart echoing into your ears. Negan noticed you stomping towards the gate, he got up from the steps he was sitting at. He followed you with curiosity plan on his face.

"Where are you off to? We just got back." He grinned. You didn't look at him, "To find poison ivy.". He's taken back by your response, " 'cuse me?". You sigh moving any hair in the way to show your neck.

"You got sloppy last night. Will someone open this damn Gate?!" You fussed. A man rushed towards the gate opening it for you.

"Whoa whoa, doll. Slow down you're gonna rub poison ivy on yourself?!" He grabbed your shoulders getting Infront of you. He leaned down to your height, the greyness in his hair shining in your eyes.

"Yes.. I told you not to leave marks." You start walking out the gate pushing into his shoulder. He follows you back out the gate, "Back in my day girls used makeup." He tries to lighten up your mood. You sigh, "Negan.. I told you I can't.. no one can know.".

"What happened to you saying I was a better man?" He leaned on his leg a hint of hurt in his voice. You looked down, a bit ashamed of yourself.

"You are.." you whispered. He walked towards you, "I get it, I'm not a fan favorite out here. But Doll, talk to me.".

"You hurt my family. And me sleeping with you is... Like betraying them" you mumbled. He sighs, "I... I don't regret it. Hell, it was probably the best sex I've ever had... But.." you lose your voice. You look out into the overgrown neighborhood.

"I'll keep it a secret." He speaks up. You turned towards him with hope in your eyes.

"But, don't ignore me. I wanna see that pretty face of yours often." He gently grabs your chin lifting it up. You look into his hazel eyes feeling your heart flutter.

The same eyes that cherished the sight of your body. You leaned into his touch, "Alright. But help me find poison ivy-" you smiled.

"Yes ma'am." He grinned walking into the woods with you. His hand went to the small of your back as the ground became rougher. You smiled to yourself thinking of the night before, this time willingly.

#twd negan #twd #negan smith #the walking dead negan #negan x reader #negan fanfiction #negan smith x reader #negan smith x you #negan smut #jdmorgan #jdm #jeffery dean morgan #the walking dead #the walking dead smut #twd smut #twd x reader #twd x you #the walking dead x reader #twd season 11 #twd season 10 #jeffery dean Morgan x reader #negan fic #negan fluff #negan imagine

[sylveon-and-velveon]

Playing "4 Big Guys" around the slashers

Shitpost idea has been made, so here XD

This will include: Michael Myers {OG & RZ}, Brahms Heelshire, Jason Voorhees, Billy Lenz, Freddy Krueger, Stu Macher, Billy Loomis, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Harry Warden, Tiffany Valentine

Feel free to request any shitpost writing prompt ideas you can think of in my asks, I love silly non-serious ideas XD

Given the music is VERY adult related, this is 18+ ONLY

OG Michael Myers

Ain't gonna lie, the second you play that song he's probably staring at you instantly. Anger? Disappointment? Cursing your entire family and possible future children? Who knows! It's Michael-Fucking-Myers baby!!!

He's not used to anything sexual overall so hearing a song openly sing about gay sex, and in such a detailed way, would worry him. Not for the singer, no- more on your taste in music.

And don't even get me started on when he hears about shit being involved. The second he hears that being mentioned he's turning off the music entirely, patting your head, and dragging you away so you'll listen to something he likes instead to cleanse that weird mind of yours. Like... Kate Bush or something.

He'd like Kate Bush right? He looks like a Kate Bush enjoyer.

RZ Michael Myers

Judging you, hard. Though he ain't saying it. His aura is practically smellable he's judging you so hard.

Does he like it? No. It's loud, obnoxious, and profound filled. Ignoring the obvious "gay sex and other weirdness" part, the volume of the music reminds him of his childhood.

He's smashing the device the music is coming from. He doesn't care if it's your MP3 all the way to a damn TV or Alexa, he's smashing that shit to pieces if it means he doesn't need to hear it anymore.

What would he put on instead? Calming ambient noises that play for hours on end on YouTube. It's the exact opposite of whatever hellscape you just played. It's better.

Brahms Heelshire

Well first of all it ain't classical, so that's a point on the "I Hate This" list.

Second it's not a piano.

Third it's literally "4 Big Guys"-

Not only is this poor man confused about everything the singer is saying, I highly doubt his parents explained LGBTQ+ to him, he's also hating how loud it is.

"Who puts things up their ass?" - Brahms Heelshire 2024

You turn off the music yourself when he practically begs you to.

You're probably tryna hold in your laughter while he's sitting on the floor trying to figure out what the fuck he just heard.

Jason Voorhees

Is there a bigger word for "traumatized"? Because that man earns it.

You're lucky af, if his mom was live she'd hit you with a crowbar so fast- Not kill you tho, she wouldn't dare hurt her boy.

But yeah, he's not saying anything, nor moving. Bro's too traumatized. LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE-

You better give him his teddy he fucking deserves it TmT

Laughing his ass off until the shit is mentioned, even this horny gremlin has his limits.

Can you tell I hate shit kinks? XD

He'd want an apology for you blasting that song so far to that section. But no music! He hates Christmas songs, they're so repetitive and they all sound the same anyway.

Bake him a cake, the more unique the better. His favourite so far is red velvet with cream cheese frosting!

Then when he's finished eating you're getting railed by him not longer after, man's not changed. Not now, not ever.

Freddy Krueger

You can play this entire song with this man on REPEAT and he'd be fine with it.

I'd be surprised if he didn't given his track record and.... slicing open his skin to reveal green "blood" and maggots crawling out.

Would he laugh the first time? ABSOLUTELY!

Would he jokingly sing along, probably.

But he would TOTALLY play this song when going after his victims sometimes. Imagine dying and the last thing you hear is:

"4 BIG GUYS AND THEY GRAB ON MY THIGHS-"

Stu Macher & Billy Loomis

Billy is concerned for your wellbeing. Especially when you start singing it at full force with Stu joining in not long after.

Yeah Stu is enjoying this to the max!

Finds it hilarious, who the fuck wouldn't when you've got humour more broken than Brahms' doll-

But seeing you enjoying yourself to this.... absurdity, at least makes Billy calm down from worry. Now he's just concerned your taste in music may infiltrate your taste in movies.

I doubt the man's used to hearing music.... imagine this being his first time hearing it-

OMG he'd probably think this is normal for music.

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE??? XD

If it's not his first time hearing music though? No concern, laughter, nothing. He's neutral, given that this is something that makes you a little chaotic gremlin.

He's happy seeing you comfortable enough around to be a "gremlin" as you call it.

Bubba Sawyer

Don't traumatize him more than he's been already!!

Sure he doesn't realise it, or the fact he's used to it, but the poor guy's already traumatized-

Though he's probably more confused in the whole scheme of things. I mean, he knows what sex is. But just the surface of it.

So he's probably just learnt way too much in such a short period of time.

Oh lord what have you done-

Harry Warden

Okay first of all, why is there no GIF of this man? WTF????

Second; man's from the mines, man's old fashioned, you've probably just thrown way too much modern shit in his face way too quickly that he's just staring at you, the music video, and then the floor.

Poor miner is so confused, especially when the "cum starts spraying".

Oh god he'll probably think it's like dust from the mines spraying everywhere.

Fucking hell that's a vision-

Tiffany Valentine

Finds it amusing? Yes.

Judging? Not as much as you'd expect.

Girl's been through a wild ride, hearing you blast out "4 Big Guys" from your phone wouldn't be the most shocking thing in the world.

Hell. she'd probably encourage you to start singing along to it XD

Oh she's gonna use that song to torture someone with it. She doesn't know how yet, but she's got the idea in her head now

#slasher #slasher x reader #slashers #michael myers #michael myers x reader #rz michael myers #rz myers x reader #brahms heelshire #brahms heelshire x reader #jason voorhees #jason voorhes x reader #billy lenz #black christmas #billy lenz x reader #freddy krueger #freddy krueger x reader #stu macher #billy loomis #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #bubba sawyer #bubba sawyer x reader #harry warden x reader #harry warden #tiffany valentine

[urwhorecrux]

UGH I love sub draco 🫡 if you can I'd love it if you could write something about him!! love ur writing

thank you so muchh this means a lot to me <3

⋆ ˚⁀➷ ₊˚⊹⋆ birthday boy - d.m

pairing. draco malfoy x fem!reader.

summary. reader visits draco, her friend on his birthday. smut.

warnings. smut, (16+ please), sub/dom characters, p in v, praises, mommy kink.

a/n. idk this can either be third pov or your pov, it''s really all over the place. lmk if yall want a non mommy kink ver.

word count. 1.2k

y/n looks up at the clock hanging on her bedroom wall, "11:02 am" it read. it was the next day, one she had been waiting for since school recently let out.

she stood in front of the mirror, softly flattening her skirt as a final touch to her outfit. she decided to dress up, it was a special day after all. she wore a long, black satin skirt. along with a dark green corset, as it was draco's favorite color after all.

you planned to stay at the malfoy manor, though his father wasn't exactly "fond" of you both seeing each other, it was somewhat allowed. he assumed there would be nothing more than just you two being friends. with a wave of your wand, you apparated to the dim manor. the manor was completely dim, even for such a bright day.

you softly knocked on the door, and soon you faced a blonde-haired guy who stood straightly, a small smirk appearing on his face. he stood tall, wearing a black suit bringing out his every attractive feature.

"you came" he greeted her, taking her hand in his guiding her in.

"'f' course i did, i wouldn't miss my best friend's birthday, and after all these years? no, I couldn't". she laughed, making draco softly chuckle.

draco softly cupped her face, gently pulling it closer to him, planting a soft kiss on her cheek.

"here, happy birthday love" she placed a small, velvet black box in his hands.

in his hands he slowly opened it, revealing a silver black gem ring, two small snakes sitting on each side.

his eyes lit up, admiring the ring with a soft smile on his face. "y/n it's perfect, thank you love", he pulled softly by her waist, kissing her forehead, thanking her.

he inhales deeply, pulling only inches away from her face. the tension around them grew by each second, as the room stayed silent.

"y/n, i um-" he takes an exhale in before continuing, "i-i think I've grown to like you- or, grew to fall in love with you after all this time" he broke eye contact, looking anywhere else around the room but her eyes.

"draco" y/n cupped his face, tilting his chin to be sure he was faced towards her.

"I've loved you for all these years too, idiot" she chuckled, pressing their faces closer together, rekindling eye contact with each other.

he wasted no time, smashing his lips to hers as he pulls her waist into him, bodies touching one another as the passionate kisses began turning into a makeout, draco laying her down over his bed.

he discarded his blazer and soon his shirt, as her heels and clothes went with it. it soon hit her reality, that this was the moment. she soon began straddling him on top, grinding against his trousers.

"let me do the work dray, it's your special day after all, let me just make you feel good", she slowly unbuckled his belt, pulling his boxers down, his swollen cock springing out his boxers.

she whimpers at the sight of his cock, craving him desperately. she runs his fingers through his thick, platinum hair, placing soft kisses up his neck to jawline. she makes her way down to his thighs, softly planting kisses across them before kitten licking his tip.

draco lets out a rough groan as she takes his cock in her hands, pumping him, making draco instantly moan her name as her innocent eyes watch his every movement.

she looks up at him, smiling and slowly throating his balls completely, making him groan even more as his hand clutch around the satin sheets.

"fuck- y/n, feels s-so good" her name repeatedly left his lips every time she swirled her tongue around his balls, then to his roughened tip.

she bobbed her head in a circular motion, holding down a steady pace, hollowing her cheeks, pulling him deeper in her mouth.

"fuck y/n, just like that j-just keep going", she swirls her tongue around his cock, sucking on his tip each time she slightly came up. her hand began pumping the rest of his cock that couldn't fit into his mouth, making sure every part of him was fulfilled with pleasure.

he began slowly bucking his hips, making her softly gag. she noticed his cock twitched in her mouth as she began hollowing her cheeks and sucking deeper, her hand moving to his balls and massaging them, helping him reach his high.

he let out a low whimper of her name as his warm milky ropes shot down her throat, leaving his legs slightly trembling. y/n whimpered as she pulls her mouth away, adoring the sight of draco's cock leaking as clear white ropes piled around the pair.

she smiles at him, unzipping her skirt, and slowly unbuttoning her corset, her full breasts flowing out of it. his pupils widened at the view in front of him, admiring every detail.

"god y/n, you're absolutely beautiful, all this for me?", his hands began roaming down her body, admiring her, taking in every detail possible.

she starts grinding her now bare cunt on his still hard cock, earning a soft whimper from the boy she was now straddling. his hands grasped around her waist, guiding her around his cock, which now was covered with her lubricating juices.

"sit back f'me dray", she insisted. she slowly began pumping his cock, lining his tip against hers, slowly sinking down on it.

they both became undone as a moaning mess, filling each other perfectly.

“mhm.. fuck- you’re so big draco.. you fill me up so good inside”

she starts slowly adjusting, now softly bouncing against his cock, resting her hands against draco's chest as she throws her head back in pleasure, squeezing her eyes shut in pleasure.

“fuck, you’re so tight around me y/n, y'taking me so well”, draco praises, his hands grasping around her waist tighter.

"you like this dray?", she leaned close into his ear, making him shutter at her tone.

'y-yes mommy" his breath hitched, whimpering at y/n suddenly controlling her pace and going faster, her walls now hugging his cock with every movement.

y/n began placing soft lovebites across his neck, finding his sweet spot causing draco to softly whimper.

she gently wraps her hand across his throat, choking him lightly, making draco whine. she pulled him closer, capturing her lips on his muffled moans.

she quickly broke this kiss with a loud whimper, screaming out his name as every thrust brushed her g-spot.

“shit.. you feel so good inside me dray, m' so close”

she rolled her hips faster by every second around his cock, her tits jolted with every movement, his mouth latching softly on them.

"fuck- never felt this good mommy" his breath hitched as he felt his cock twitch around her walls, indicating the both of them were close to their high.

"cum for mommy, baby", y/n rolled her hips around him faster, tightening her grip across his chest.

draco's moan filled the room, moaning her name without caring who was even around as his warm ropes filled inside her.

y/n let go completely, cumming over his cock as her walls remained clenching around him.

both of them pant heavily, as the room filled with nothing but the summer heat, they were both a mess with visions blurring.

"fuck, i've been wanting that for so long love" draco said, softly caressing her cheek.

y/n giggles, "happy birthday dray" she smiled at him tiredly, pressing loving kisses over his face.

a/n. i made this all in class ahhhkijsijk.

#harry potter #harry james potter #draco malfoy x reader #harry potter smut #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy x reader smut #harry potter x reader smut #draco malfoy imagine #draco fluff #draco imagine #draco headcanons #draco x reader #draco malfoy

[unnoticed-poison]

Dark! Yandere! Hazbin Hotel Various X Reader -Chapter 1-

Never thought I'd update this fast lol, guess my obsession is in full swing.

For those who haven't read the trailer chap you need to read it before this one.

The chaps are also posted on AO3, Wattpad and Quotev, the links will be posted soon ❣️

Anyways, enjoy.

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"Fuck!" The demoness cursed to herself, running as fast as she could through the streets, behind her, demons were being chased too, every 5 seconds or so, a bloodcurdling scream would erupt, signalling the death of another one of her fellow kind.

And it was almost her turn, she knew it was only a matter of time before that...𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 caught up to her as well.

She needed to find a place to hide, 𝘕𝘰𝘸.

"Move bitch!!"

The girl cried out in pain as she was shoved aside by another demon, sending her sprawling to the ground, the impact was hard and painful.

Before she could even try to stand up again, she was knocked over and trumpled upon by other demons, stepping over her body as they rushed by, breaking some of her bones in the process, and making her let out a heart-wrenching scream.

fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!

Fuck...

There was no hope for her to escape now...

"Please, make it quick..." She whispered softly, her breath caught in her throat when she felt a gentle breeze behind her, the sound of footsteps drawing close.

A quiet voice spoke, devoid of any emotions.

"Don't worry, I have no intention of torturing you, I need to reach my new high score anyway."

Oh..

As she took another deep breath, the demoness closed her eyes tightly, embracing the inevitable blow.

In a split second, thick crimson blood and pieces of brain splattered across the ground as the exterminator silently watched the now decapitated corpse go motionless.

"Number 1576." The angel said, removing the blood-spattered mask from her head.

Who was this particular angel? Of course, who else could it be other than 𝘺𝘰𝘶?

𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇

You sighed, glancing down at the blood stains on your mask before wiping it off.

Only 474 more to go.

You thought, your eyes scanning the road for your next target.

Suddenly, you noticed slight movement from one of the shadowy alleys nearby and you went into action, quickly putting your mask back on, your wings fluttered as you soared toward the alley.

"AHHHHH!!"

You stopped mid-flight, your hammer suspended in the air as you were frozen in your tracks by the sight before you.

Are those..eggs? Wearing suits??

There were five in total, the little eggs were shaking in fear, huddling together for dear life as they stared at up you with wide eyes filled with horror.

What were you going to do with them?

You stood there motionless for a few moments as the eggs lay defenceless before you.

........

Putting down your hammer, you stepped closer and kneeled down.

"Please don't kill us.."

The eggs closed their eyes as they waited for their swift death.

........

....

Huh?

Why aren't they smashed to pieces yet?

Opening their eyes, they saw one of them staring in wonder as the angel gently stroked its shell.

"You little things aren't my target, there's no need to worry." You whispered, your voice like a soothing lullaby, in an effort to calm them down.

Your touch was smooth and comforting, causing the egg's eyes to soften as he leaned into your hand with trust.

Seeing that, the other eggs shaking subsided as they allowed themselves to relax as well.

Feeling pleased, you smiled under the mask, before standing up again and looking around.

Shit, you wasted precious time.

You need to-

Huh?

Feeling a tap on your leg, you looked down.

One of the eggs was tapping on your leg repeatedly, gesturing towards the darkness.

"Boss! Boss!"

You couldn't help but tilt your head, what was this little one trying to say?

You soon understood when you heard a loud crash ahead of you.

"SHIT! Stupid machine!"

Oh.

𝘖𝘩.

Wonderful.

You thought as you headed over to the source of the noise.

You soon came across an entire airship, torn apart and hanging limply between two buildings, you then noticed a black snake cleaning the dust off his hat, looking completely unbothered, as if it was just another normal day.

Looks like an easy target, great!

The snake kept muttering to himself, not hearing you silently approaching until you were right behind him.

Feeling a tap on his shoulder, the man looked over his shoulder with a raised brow, it quickly turned into a terrified look as he jumped back, falling to the ground, his hat also falling off in the process.

"Wait! I-"

"I'll have to stop you right there, begging won't do you any good now." You smirked, raising the giant hammer above your head. "It's nothing personal really."

Fuck!

He can't die now! He hasn't beaten Alastor yet! He has so much to live for!!

Just as the hammer was about to make contact with his head, you paused yet again as you stared down.

???

"No!"

The little eggs from before stood in front of the snake protectively, they were visibly trembling, but their determination to protect the man did not waver.

"Why-"

"Don't kill him!"

.......huh.

You raised a brow, looking at the eggs standing guard then at the snake, who was glaring daggers at you, his gaze intense and sharp, but the slight fear was visible in his eyes as well.

........

A moment of silence had passed before you turned back to the man.

"Did you make those?"

Huh?

The man's expression shifted from fear and rage to outright confusion. "What?"

You gestured to the eggs with your hammer and asked again. "Were you the one who made those eggs?"

"Ah..yes? And..?"

You hummed as you leaned back.

"Make me one."

...What?

" Excuse me?"

"You heard me, make me one of those and I'll spare you and protect you from the rest of the exterminators, refuse and I'll get rid of you now and take those anyways." Your voice was unhurried and clear as you shrugged. " Your choice."

The threat could not have been more clear.

"I.."

"Make her one boss!"

"Are we gonna get a sibling?"

"You shut up!" He shouted at the eggs, his cheeks red from embarrassment.

He turned back to you and coughed. "Of course, I can make you one! Making one of those useless things is a piece of cake for someone as great as me!" He pointed up to the airship. " If you could take me up there that would be great."

You nodded. "Good." You said, picking up the serpent and carrying him bridal-style, the action causing his cheeks to turn red with embarrassment again, avoiding eye contact as you waited for the rest of the eggs to hold on to you before slowly flying up to the airship to not accidentally make one of the eggs fall off.

Once reaching there, you put the man down and stepped back. "Get to work."

"But-"

You waved the hammer lightly.

"Less talking and more working, now make me the damn egg before I change my mind."

𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇

As you sat atop a table, legs crossed, waiting for the man to finish making the egg, you played with the other eggs to pass the time.

"I need to think of a name for it.." you mumbled, one of the eggs heard you.

"How about Omelet!"

"No, Olaf!"

"Frank is better!"

"But MY name is Frank!"

You sat quietly, nodding along with everything they were saying, though not truly listening as you tuned them out completely.

Hmmm..

Hold on.

You hummed as you recalled something.

Don't snakes have two coc-

"I'm done!"

Ah.

"Took you long enough." You frowned as you got off the table and walked over.

The serpent rolled his eyes. " Half my tools were destroyed or misplaced during the crash your little 'friends' caused, here you go anyway."

He held out the egg for you to take, the suit and cute little hat were identical to the ones the others were wearing, you and the egg stared at each other silently, before it held out its arms towards you.

You put aside your weapon and carefully took hold of the egg.

"Hello little guy."

The egg smiled happily at you. " Hello! Are you my boss?"

The serpent nodded. " Yes yes, she's your boss so you have to listen to everything she says!" He glanced at you. "Sooo what do you think?"

You nodded, pleased with the results. " I love him, great job."

The serpent puffed out his chest in pride. " Of course! This was nothing! And for your information, I'm the great Sir-"

You ignored what he was saying as you turned back to the egg and began to think of a name.

'𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮.....𝘈𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘵!'

"I think I'll name you...Scramble."

"I like it!" He said, making you chuckle as you gently rubbed your cheek against his.

You might not have reached your high score for this year, but it was not a problem, you can always compensate for it.

Next year, you'll go for 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦.

˖๑‧˚꒷꒦₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖𓆇˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖

Hope you guys liked the chap ❣️

Those little eggs are so cute I couldn't resist!

Btw, my friend said 'Imagine if he gave birth to those eggs or something' I couldn't stop thinking about it and I couldn't resist so I made this :

Mc : make me one of those and I'll spare you

Sir Pentious: What happened to hello how are you? Take me on a date at the very least! How shameful!

Mc :*confused exterminator noise*...ok

And they spend the rest of the day going on a date while the world is in shambles behind them

Sometime later

Lute: Where the hell were you! You didn't come back in time!

Mc, with the egg in a basket: I became a mother.

Lute :....the 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 did you just say?

The egg: •⩊•♡︎

#yandere x y/n #yanderefic #yandere x reader #yandere hazbin hotel

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Blurbs: Yogurt

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Summary: You leave Joe unattended for five minutes, and he thinks that your newly mixed homemade lotion is yogurt…

(Part One to - Part 2)

Warnings: Fluff

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine Universe: Into The Mystic

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*30 weeks pregnant*

Joe and I were at the beginning of getting ready for date night.

It was a pretty chill day at the house so far, we all slept in, had breakfast, and spent the day chilling on the couch.

Joe even tried to teach the twins how to play Super Smash Bros, but I intervened and shut that down pretty quickly.

Now, Joe and I were upstairs in our bathroom getting ready.

I just ironed Joe’s clothes, which I also picked out, and sent him to the bedroom to change while I used the bathroom.

In all honesty, I wasn't using the bathroom, I was setting up a prank.

After posting a couple of my pranks that I've done on Joe on TikTok as a Christmas present to his fangirls, a couple of the other WAGs have sent me ideas to try on him.

Tianna, Cody Ford’s GF, sent me this idea where the girl leaves an unmarked jar of seemingly yogurt out on the counter with a spoon inside of it, her boyfriend thinks it is yogurt and eats it.

Joe has always been one to steal a bite of my food when I wasn't watching, so I knew he'd take the bait.

After I was finished setting up the prank, I called Joe into the bathroom to see his outfit.

“Watcha think?” - Joe

“You look amazing. It's screaming dilf.” - you

“Yeah?” - Joe smirked

He reached out and grazed his fingertips over my bare bump.

It was a date night tradition for me to put my outfit on last. It would be revealed to Joe as he stood at the door, and I walked down the stairs to him.

So for now, I'd wear my undergarments and a robe, or when I'm pregnant, I'd opt for one of Joe’s t-shirts.

“Wait I need to go put some juice pouches in the fridge for the boys’ dinner later.” - you

My phone was already set up discretely in our heated towel rack, so when I left the room I hit the record button on my Apple Watch.

I actually did go downstairs and put juice pouches in the fridge like I said I would and came back upstairs to hear any reaction from Joe.

Just as I am striding into the bathroom, I hear a gagging sound.

Joe was under the faucet, frantically rinsing his mouth out.

“What happened?!” - you

He leaned up and wiped his mouth off with the towel above the toilet, giving me a stank face as he pointed to the jar of lotion.

“Whatever that is, is fucking disgusting.” - Joe

There was so much sassiness behind his tone that I couldn't help but bust out laughing.

“Probably because it's lotion, Joe.” - you

“Lotion?! I thought it was yogurt. It literally has a spoon in it!” - Joe

“That's because I just mixed it up.” - you

That's a lie, I squeezed it out of a bottle into a jar. 

“This is another prank, isn't it? Where's your phone at?!” - Joe

I pointed to the towel rack and Joe slowly rolled his head toward it.

When he saw it, his shoulders dropped defeatedly, and Joe let out a big sigh.

“I got you back.” - you singsonged

I poked him in the stomach repeatedly, and Joe didn't even move just shifted his eyes from the camera to me as he playfully glared.

“Bruh.” - Joe

Giggling as I hugged Joe against me, he patted my back dismissively. He was annoyed but wouldn't ignore my touch.

“You’re lucky I love you.” - Joe

“I know.” - you laughed

Joe ended up laughing with me before pressing a kiss on my forehead.

“Yay. More footage of me getting pranked my teammates are gonna shove in my face.” - Joe

“It’s okay, Joe, I'm sending their girls ideas to prank them too.” - you giggled

“That's my girl.” - Joe kissed your forehead again

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Authors note: the last blurb of the night!

Requests for this fic;

Hope you enjoyed! 💕

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joey b #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow fan fic

[iciclesses]

Is Soap the crazy ex that's stealing your stuff and Ghost won't do anything about it?

cw toxic relationship, stalking, pillow humping, panty sniffing/licking

The sheer AMOUNT of asks and comments and tags I got begging for it to be fem Soap... TBH I hadn't originally Thought that but yall convinced my ass so easy!! (As if toxic lesbianism isn't my bread and fucking butter)

Soap being sooo obsessed with you- Ghost dumped her because he loves loves LOVES seeing Soap emotionally distraught but got distracted with you soon after, he forgot to take Soap back before her last bits of sanity fled her.

She starts by finding all your social media, she swears that you're posting soft launch photos of Ghost’s hand on your thigh specifically to taunt her. Of course, all that does is rile her up more, and the logical conclusion to cope with that, of course, is to break into your flat while you're away on vacation with Ghost. Serves you right for flying to the fucking Caribbean with her man.

She considers smashing everything she can get her claws on while draped on your bed, your cat purring against Soap while she pets it mindlessly. Spares herself a little maniacal smile at the idea burning your whole fucking place down- she'd wait around a corner as you'd come home and fall to your knees in agony having lost it all.

Scratching just beneath the cats chin and cooing, "Don't worry love, I'd be sure to take good care of ye. Probably better than yer mum thas' for sure."

Ultimately, she does something stranger. She spends the entirety of your remaining vacation (two weeks, one day, and seventeen hours-- bleeding Christ, Ghost never spent more than two nights at Soap’s flat) living as you. The sweet old woman across from you that you asked to check in on your cat while you were gone? Why, she's so old her eyesight is going out. She doesn't trust her memory that much either. So when she squints up at Soap, she doesn't question anything as she passes the fraud your house key.

"Back early, eh pet?"

"Ah, no, but time does fly, doesnae?"

She wakes up every morning in your perfumed, satin sheets. She brushes her teeth with your brush, your paste- licking the bristles like a sweet until all the mint flavor was gone. Showers with all your soaps and slathers herself with your expensive oils after. Looks herself in the eyes in the mirror as she puts your lipstick on. Finds any set of clothes in your closet that fit her, unafraid to play tailor to make especially pretty items fit. Doesn't care if your shoes don't fit her, she makes them fit one way or another. Eats your oats, drinks your coffee from your unwashed mug as she looks down fondly as the cat eats the breakfast Soap put out for it. When she orders out, she puts your name down. Gets a little thrill in the cafes when they call out her tea but your name, gleefully smiling as she takes the paper cup.

Takes strange men home, and by home that still means yours, so they can fuck her like a worthless whore while spitting your name. It's pornographic when Soap throws her head back and cums with a cry when a man won't stop whining your name. She can't escape the sweet smell of your perfume.

Living as you, Soap has never felt so beautiful or put together in her life. It comes as a horrible, dizzying conclusion to Soap in the dead of night: she's not mad at you anymore. She's in love with you. It has her staggering out of bed, nearly collapsing at your hamper when she finds what she was hoping for. Falling over herself back onto your bed and mounting one of your pillows, muscular hips jerking as she rubs her bare, sopping cunt against the fabric. One hand gripping the corner of the pillow, keeping it in place and imagining it was your hair in her fist. The other hand holding a pair of your underwear to her nose. She takes a grotesquely deep sniff, eyes rolling back in her head with a guttural moan. She doesn't stop even as her hips start to buck faster, more desperate. It was then Soap’s turn to whine out your name like it were a last prayer, again and again. Strong thighs flexing as her rhythym became more erratic, her body bowing forward as she chased her orgasm. Tongue daring to dart out and tasting salt, tasting you, the new love of her life, this was the straw that finally broke Soap for good.

#cw toxic relationship #cw stalking #noel.haps #ghoap x reader #soap x reader #fem soap #me writing soap as nuts: yea lesbianism will do that to ye #forgive me for bad english im very sick

[dearminaa]

Birthday Sex. ── Bada Lee x f!reader

୨୧ - It's Bada's birthday and she loves all the presents she had received from you and the rest of team bebe, but she wanted something else other than those presents.

── a/n : This is my first smut fic, so don't even think about asking why this is so shitty. 🤬🤬 I made this while thinking of Alex, so !!!! ^o^ reply to be on taglist. Enjoy !!

── warnings : scissoring, dom Bada, sub reader, basic smut warning criteria. Minors + ageless blogs DNI !!!!

── ♡ : @bbybada

It was Bada's 28th birthday. You and the rest of team bebe decided to celebrate at her house. Kyma had ushered everyone into the living room so they could all watch Bada open her presents and see how she would react.

"Open this one first!!" Kyma said excitedly, placing the first gift down in Bada's lap.

Bada chuckled, opening the gift before looking back at Kyma. "You know, you don't have to spend a lot of money just because it's my birthday, right?" Bada raised an eyebrow, staring at the golden pandora bracelet that Kyma had given her.

"Well, no duh. I still bought it for you either way so be thankful!" Kyma nudged Bada's shoulder gently. "Now open this one! It's from Y/N!" Kyma handed Bada the gift you had bought her.

Bada smiled, pulling out the necklace that had her first initial on it. She immediately wrapped her arms around you tightly. "Thank you, Y/N. You really didn't have to." Bada whispered into your ear.

"It's your birthday, so I had to get you something special." You replied as you wrapped your arms around Bada's neck.

After Bada had opened all her presents, the girls said their goodbyes to you and Bada before leaving.

You stayed behind to help Bada clean up the mess that was created from opening all the presents.

"You didn't have to stay, you know? I can clean by myself." Bada was vacuuming the living room carpet, her voice drowning slightly due to the sound.

"I still wanted to help you either way, dumbass." You replied, walking up behind her. You hugged her tightly, in which Bada immediately turned her body to wrap an arm around your shoulders.

"Wanna go to your room?" You whisper in her ear, hand slowly traveling up to her shoulder.

Bada nodded before dragging you over to her bedroom. You giggled, just complying with anything she was doing at this point.

She plopped down on the bed, pulling you on top of her in the process. "You know, since it's my birthday...I should get something a little more special...if you catch my drift." She looked at you.

You knew exactly what she meant. It's not that you didn't want to give yourself up to her. It's the fact that you had never wanted to give yourself up until you met Bada. The girl that every man and woman wanted for themselves. You were extremely lucky to have the Bada Lee suggest having sex with you.

"I mean...it is your birthday. I'd be lying to myself if I declined the offer, Bada." You replied, your voice just barely above a whisper.

Bada's hand slid down your back as she bit her lip. "You sure? We don't have to if you don't want to, Y/N." She wanted to make sure you were 100% comfortable with this before she put her thoughts to work.

"Yes, I'm su-" Before you could even finish your sentence, Bada had smashed her lips onto yours. Her hands eagerly roamed across your body as if she had been waiting for this moment her whole life.

You wrapped your arms around her neck, returning the favor of her kiss. Bada's hand traveled up to your shirt. She tugged on it lightly, signaling that she wanted it off.

You complied, immediately pulling your shirt off and throwing it somewhere across the room.

"You look so fucking beautiful..." Bada mumbled. She kissed your neck gently, sucking on it occasionally to leave a hickey.

"Mmm...just hurry up already.." You whispered, pressing yourself against Bada's thigh.

She groaned quietly, immediately reaching to pull your skirt off. You helped her of course.

Bada pulled her jeans off, throwing them onto the floor before moving to lay you down on your back. "Can I?" She tugged at the waistband of your panties.

You nod, helping Bada pull your panties off. She kissed down your thigh, opting to leave a hickey on your inner thigh.

She pulled off her boxers, throwing to God knows where at this point. She grabbed your thigh carefully, pulling it over her shoulder.

"Have you ever done this before?" She asked, her voice full of concern that she would hurt you if it was your first time.

"Yeah.." You looked away. "It should feel good, but if it doesn't, just tap my arm." She threw her leg over yours, slowly lowering herself onto your cunt.

Bada moved slowly at first, listening to make sure you were okay.

You couldn't help but let out a string of moans containing her name. The minute she heard that, she sped her movement up, moaning in sync with you.

"You're doing so good... just relax for me, yeah?" Bada held onto your hand and rubbed it soothingly to ease any stress you had in the moment.

Bada leaned down to kiss you, her tongue dancing with yours.

"Bada, I'm so close..." You whined, back arching while holding Bada's hand tightly.

"Let yourself go. Cum with me, baby. It's okay." Bada kissed your cheek, moving faster than before. She moaned loudly before stopping for second. "Shit..." She buried her face into your neck.

"Cum with me." Bada mumbled, moving again but faster than the last time. You cried out, your orgasm hitting both you and Bada extremely hard.

Bada groaned, moving faster to catch up to her orgasm. It only took a few seconds for you to feel her cum all over your cunt. She moved your leg off her shoulder and plopped down next to you.

"Birthday sex isn't as bad as I thought it would be you know..." She chuckled, pulling you into her chest.

"It was amazing, actually." You kissed Bada's chest gently.

Bada looked down, smirking at the mess that was between your legs. "Someone made a huge mess, hm?" She teased before rubbing your head.

"Oh, shut up." You push her playfully. "Happy birthday, Bada."

"Thank you, sweetheart. Wouldn't have enjoyed it without you and the others, of course." She wrapped her arm around you, rubbing your back slowly.

You both ended up falling asleep after that, just enjoying each other's company. Safe to say that Bada most definitely asked you out after that day. Now you're her gorgeous, beautiful, caring, all of the above girlfriend. <33

#dearmina #bada lee #street woman fighter 2 #swf2 #bada lee edit #swf2 x reader #bada lee swf #bada lee swf2

[ddejavvu]

Could you plz write abt Eddie x gf reader? The gist is Jason constantly picking on him + being cruel, but Ed never pays any mind + just responds in his Eddie fashion. But as soon as Jason says something about the reader, he defends her and goes ape shit on him. Sadly Ed loses the fight and comes home w/ a black eye and reader tries to figure out how he got it, but he doesnt have the heart to tell her what Jason said + tries to lie. Reader comforting Eddie would be nice to see for a change :'))

You don't bother turning when you hear the door to Eddie's trailer open, knowing you'll be jammed against the counter in a hug faster than you can. But when you don't feel Eddie's face smashed into your own you frown, spinning on your heel to see what the hold up is.

It's a black eye. And a split lip. And a mysterious trickle of blood down his cheek. There's a smattering of scrapes and rouge at his knuckles, too, and he's standing off-kilter. Your boy is beaten.

"Eddie!" You shriek loudly in alarm. You realize too late that he's got a headache, only realizing when he winces and a battered hand shoots up to cover his left ear.

"I- I'm sorry," You hastily babble, rushing to his side, "What happened? Who- who did this, are you okay?"

"I'll be fine," He assures you, though the nod of his head is wobbly, "I'm just gonna clean up in the bathroom, alright sweets?"

"No- no! Eddie," You rush to stop him, only slightly guilty to hinder progress in the name of information, "Please, just tell me what happened. I'll help you clean up, I- I just need to know!"

"It was Jason," Though he answers your question, he evades the underlying question after it with a sad smile, "'Should'a known one of these days he was gonna swing."

"I don't get it," You sniffle, moved to tears by Eddie's black-and-blue eye. You lead him into the trailer's bathroom, fumbling with disinfectant and a cotton ball, "He bothers you every day. He's never punched you before. What- what did he do? What was different?"

"Just felt like starting shit, I guess." Eddie shrugs, but his eyes are deep with concern. You bite the inside of your cheek, hating how defeated he looks as his eyelashes flutter shut for you to dab at the injury.

"I won't be mad at you, you know. If you were the first to swing. I- I'm not calling you a liar," You assure him when he goes stiff, "This just seems.. off."

"Yeah." He nods solemnly, eyes firmly shut even after you're done cleaning his cuts, "It- it was off. He just.. fuck, I know he was just saying it to get a rise out of me, I know he'd never say it to you or anything but I just couldn't let it slide. I didn't know his friends were gonna see us, I- I wouldn't have started anything if I knew I couldn't have finished it."

He rambles with the vigor of an excited child, all slurred words and hand gestures, though he's more like an accused in court. Your brain catches on one sentence and pulls the thread from the scene he'd woven you, and you fray it while you bandage his cut.

"To me? He'd never say it to me?"

His eyes scrunch even tighter shut, and you know he's realized his mistake.

"I didn't mean to say that," He grits his teeth, "Just- Just please pretend I didn't say that? I feel like I got threaded through a meat grinder," He huffs, rubbing at his good eye with a bloodied hand, "Do I get a deathbed wish for that?"

"You always say your deathbed wish is gonna be to buzz Steve's hair," You murmur, cupping his bandaged cheek as light as a feather, "Please tell me the truth, Eddie."

He sighs; you've got him.

"He said shit about you. He said- said you'd regret dating me. 'Said I'd drag you down until you were 'trailer trash' just like me and Wayne. I- God, I'm so scared of that, Y/N, I just.. I freaked out."

"I like your trailer," You hum after a tense moment of silence, prolonged eye contact between your sympathetic ones and his glossy ones.

He cracks a smile, but it doesn't reach his good eye.

"You're not dragging me down," You promise him, "You make me happy. I don't need to live in a penthouse to be successful, that comes from emotional fulfillment."

"Yeah? And you, uh, you think I fill you up?"

It's a joke; you're back in his comfort zone. He shoots you as much of a smirk as he can with one bad eye, and you bite your lip to stop from grinning too hard.

"You stuff me full," You gush, "I'm all filled up with ooey gooey, mushy gushy, sappy sweet love, Eddie, and every time you hug me it oozes out of me like slime."

"My slimy girl," He croons, laughter bubbling up in his chest even though you suspect it aches, "So sticky."

He yanks you in by your waist from where he's sitting on the toilet lid. He buries his face in your stomach and you're worried he'll aggravate his black eye, but he sighs in content.

"I know it was stupid," He sighs, nose prodding at your skin, "I just.. I don't like it when he sees through me like that. I always thought I kept everything pretty hidden, but I guess I'm afraid of what everyone else is. Ruining you."

You think he says it into your stomach so he doesn't have to look you in the eyes. You sigh, running a hand through his curls and cringing when one is caked in blood. His arms tighten around your waist at the contact, and you speak without planning ahead, a heartfelt ramble.

"You couldn't ruin me, Eddie. You make me happy, even if no one else wants to admit it. I don't care that you're still in senior year. I don't care that your uncle is your dad. I don't care that you live in a trailer. I don't care that you play dungeons and dragons. If I disliked any of those things I wouldn't be with you. You- you have to know how much I love you," You breathe shakily, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes, "Eddie, I have dreams about you. Just- mundane stuff, like vacuuming. Last night I had one where you were organizing your socks. And I woke up smiling. Our lives aren't boiled down to anything besides us, Eddie. I love you, and you love me, and that's why I'm happy."

Once you stop talking, shut your brain down from where it had been tipped on its side and gushing love, you realize your shirt is wet. He's shaking, shoulders trembling as he sobs into your stomach. When he looks up at you it's with a pathetic puppy-eyed pout, split lip wobbling.

"You dream about me," He wails, "I dream about you too! I dream about- about marrying you, about living together, trailer or no trailer. And- and I dream about falling asleep with you every night for the rest of my life," He chokes on his emotions, "I love you, sweetheart."

"I love you too, Eddie." You smile, watery as it curls over your face. He rushes to stand, nose bumping your own as he nuzzles his face against your skin. His shaky exhale washes over your face and smells like the blood caking his lips, but you let him press them to your cupid's bow without protest.

"I want to rearrange my socks now," He admits, a teary chuckle in his throat, "You can sit on the bed and watch. Be pretty, n'all that."

"I think you should rest," Your eyes are smiling just as much as your mouth is, sparkling with adoration, "But tomorrow can be sock day."

"Deal," He nods, one of his tears pressing into your own cheek and wetting your skin, "Tomorrow, and every day for the rest of our lives."

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Special Suit | Shuri

Pairings: Shuri x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut, thigh riding, strap!shuri, nicknames, suit fucking, praise kink, fingering, multiple orgasms

Summary: Shuri wants to show you her new suit, that she made especially for you.

Word Count: 866

Author's note: Alright, i dont know if im satisfied with this, but it aint that bad.

Today I decided to visit my beautiful girlfriend in her lab. When I walked in I heard her beautiful voice ''Y/N, I'm so happy you're here! I want to show you something, come!''. I quickly came over to her. ''What is it?'' I asked with curiosity.

She then put on a suit I'd never seen before. It looked familiar to her normal suit, but the material looked different. More comfortable. It showed her curves so beautifully. And it didn't cover her face so I could see her beautiful face. She looked majestic in it.

The look at her made me wet in seconds. I could feel my pussy clenching around nothing. ''I made this suit, especially for our little fun''. She tapped on her thigh, a sign for me to come closer and sit there.

I sat on her thigh, patiently waiting for her next order. She torns my pants and patnies with her claws, throwing them away leaving me half naked. Luckily there was none there.

''Will you be a good girl today?'' she whispers in my ear seductively. I nod my head. ''Is that so?'' her hands slides in between my legs caressing my inner thighs. She licks my earlobe, making me moan softly.

''Ride my thigh.'' she demands and I obey without hesistation. I slowly start riding her thigh. The material against my clit feels amazing, making me moan. She grips my hips and makes the pace faster. I start to moan, but my moans are quickly silenced by her mouth. Her toungue fighting for dominance with mine. I melt into the kiss, her tongue inspects every place in my mouth.

''I'm close'' I cry out, desperately riding her thigh to get satisfied. ''Be a good girl and cum for me. Make a mess all over my thigh, princess.'' she muttered. It took me about five seconds and I came with cry of her name, making a mess on her thigh. My whole body is still shaking from the wholesome orgasm I just recieved. I rest my head on her shoulder breathing heavily.

She pats my head ''You did amazing, my love. You were such a good girl.'' I was still recovering from my orgasm when she started to circle my clit. Her words made me even wetter if it was possible. She entered two fingers and started fucking me at rapid pace. I gripped on her shoulders. ''You can take it, princess. You've taken it before.'' she encorouges me.

I smash my lips against hers as I feel another finger slipping in me. She bites at my bottom lip almost drawing blood. My moans get louder as I feel another orgasm coming. ''Such a good girl, clenching around my fingers, so goodly.'' the pace gets fast and harder her fingers curling in me every way possible, fetching my orgasm. I finally let go. I cum hard all over her fingers.

She slips them out, my juices flowing from me, dripping down my thighs. She brings them to her mouth and licks them clean, moaning at the taste of me. ''You taste wonderful, princess''

''Are you ready for another round?'' she says more informing me than asking me. ''I added a special thing in my suit, so I can fuck you properly'' she announced while tapped something on the screen and a strap created itself on her lap.

It was purple, big and thick. It matched her suit. Shuri watched me with smirk on her face as I was examining the strap. ''Do you like it, my love?'' she questioned. ''Yes, I like it very much!'' I nod my head and touch it. It's very flexible and soft.

Shuri then takes the strap in her hand and positions it against my slit. Coating it in my juices she slowly circles my clit with her fingers. ''Ride my strap with your sweet little pussy, princess'' with that she grips my hips and slowly positions me on the strap.

I slide on it slowly, moaning at how big it is. ''Kiss me'' she demands. I kiss her lips softly as I ride her strap. The kiss becomes quickly passionate and she sets up a rough and fast pace, fucking me with the strap deeply.

I try to pull the strap out from all the overstimulation, but her grip on my hips only tightens and she thrusts in me harder than ever before. ''Take what I give you, princess or you won't cum for a week.'' she growls in my ear, hardening every trust with every words.

My back arches as I feel that I am close to my climax. ''Not yet, wait until I tell you so'' she stated, also being close to her orgasm. She circles my clit bringing me closer to my release. Her thrusts become sloppy, but still deep. ''Cum for me, my love'' she said and with that I came, Shuri just a second later.

She circles my clit and kisses me, taking me through the orgasm. ''I loved it'' I say with weak voice. ''You were such a good girl for me today, I am so proud of you, my sweet princess'' she gives me kiss on my forehead.

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