#i've been carrying him around like a fucking baby all day oh my god

[gemapples]

found this stupid thing on my doorstep

#magolor #kirby #he is genuinely one of the softest fluffiest things i've ever touched in my whole life IM GONNA BE SICK #THERE IS LIKE NOTHING TO HIM AT ALL. HE IS THAT SOFT #i've been carrying him around like a fucking baby all day oh my god

[vulpinesaint]

sorry i can't today... i'm busy mourning the loss of my baby boy from my dream last night (woke up and he was no longer there)

#AUGH. ACTUALLY. #whole dream of just. me carrying my little baby around doing things. i think we were on a ski lift or smth at some point. #but i remember so clearly looking at him and going 'oh... he looks like me...' #little dark haired baby boy with some of my features... #anyway i've been fucked up over this all day. could genuinely cry. baby fever hitting hard i need a kid so bad #but also. i need my kid from my dream back. if there were a kind god in this world he would give him back to me #i need to be writing an american lit research essay right now... #valentine notes

[willownwisp]

ree's leon valentine's day advent <3

hi everyone. <3 as the leon kennedy fluff truther, i'm making an advent for valentine's day because pookie deserves so much love! everyday, i'll be posting a fic ranging from nsfw/sfw fluff for babu leon, i'll be putting out the scenarios and snippets below if y'all are interested. author's note: i've been meaning to put this out like a week ago when i finally figured out the problem w my account as to why tumblr wasn't letting me reply to comments :( but sadly, college got me so head empty. anyway, i've already got 2 days worth of fics already finished so i hope y'all can give me a read. <3

FEBRUARY 8 𖹭 nice legs, daisy dukes. (vendetta!leon x fem!reader) Leon feels like a creep, fuck that. He definitely looks like a creep. Thirty-six year old in all of his 5'11 glory standing outside his girlfriend's college leant against his Ducati like a dick, carrying a box of those, instagrammable pastries you always like to look at. It doesn't hurt to be sweet. Not when you walk — run, at the sight of him in your preppy mini dress, highlighting those long, long legs. Nothing is sweeter, especially when it's wrapped around him.

FEBRUARY 9 𖹭 starry skies, blue eyes. (re4r!leon x fem!reader) Stars dot stygian skies, the night is young, the moon is high. Leon's heart soars with your every laughter. The way your eyes close and your nose scrunches. God he was so in love with you, he could forgive the fact that the tent should have been up hours ago before night. You swear you remember your knots from your wide-eyed Girl Scout days, and he swears these silly moments with you are what makes life bearable.

FEBRUARY 10 𖹭 cold woes. (re4r!leon x fem!reader) Leon S. Kennedy. The apple of his instructors' eyes (and yours), he's a top graduate in the Police Academy for fuck's sake. He's decimated hordes of zombies in his first day as a rookie cop. Endured military training in the middle of nowhere, he's saved the President's daughter. He doesn't get sick. Only that he does catch a cold at the expense of prioritizing you, his clumsy girlfriend, who forgot to wear a jacket on a camping trip, offering his warm clothes to you. He doesn't regret it, he likes taking care of you, but there's something adorable about your sheepish apologies as you wait on him. He could get used to being babied. FEBRUARY 11 𖹭 love on me. (di!leon x fem!reader) As much as Leon loves the sun, the beaches, the tropics. Oh what he would give to become a beach bum in his next life instead of being smacked by bioweapons day in, night out, and being a good bitch to good ol' U.S of A. Unfortunately, after the events of Alcatraz, maybe he's had enough of the sea for now. He gives himself a pat on the back, takes out a chunk of his savings to go to Japan because you've been eyeing it. You said you were interested in the food, culture, and sights. So why in the world were you dragging him to a love hotel? FEBRUARY 12 𖹭 fill up your cup. (re6!leon x fem!reader) He feels himself spiraling recently, turning to the bottle because a glass is never troubled by his woes. He breaks them of course, can't help it, seems like his life is doomed to him breaking in the end. Fragments of glass scatters on the floor, vodka spills on the floor splashes it around like his grief because his body can only take so much. You arrive as he tries to pick them up, attempts to pick himself up. You whisper assurance, he doesn't deserve it. The way you look at him ardently, the gentleness that is your existence. You empty out his pain, and fill it with love. FEBRUARY 13 𖹭 the thrill, the love. (damnation!leon x fem!reader) He wills his old Yamaha to go faster. Your dainty arms clinging to him, the softness of your touch as his speed breaks the sound barrier. What started as mere curiosity turns into rituals. Secrets that only the both of you know. He knocks on your door at midnight, drives you around town. He scolds you every time your arm breaks free, throwing them to the wind. You don't care, you love the thrill, you love him. Leon admits that there is something alluring to the thrill of the chase. Perhaps that's why he's spent his years chasing Ada, but with you it was different. FEBRUARY 14 𖹭 kiss it better. (di!leon x fem!reader) Leon is a man full of stories, his pain, his peace, his fears, his needs. There is more to him than just being a formidable weapon against bioterrorism. He never was a weapon, just a flesh and blood human, and in his mortality there are scars. Deep within him, and littered in his skin. You kiss the faded slash on his hand, he tells you how he'd got it from when Ashley Graham had tried to stab him under the influence of the plaga. You kiss it again, and what he doesn't tell you is the wave of warmth that washes his entire being, it tugs on his very soul. You kiss the scars because it's there, because it's him, and in his reverie, he thinks you truly are his person.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #leon x reader #leon x you #leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy #resident evil #leon kennedy fluff #leon s kennedy smut #leon kennedy imagine #leon s kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x y/n #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you

[moremaybank]

jj eating his girl out for the first time (she’s not a virgin but no one has ever gave her head before)

FEAST DAY — j.m

pairing jj maybank x gf!reader

summary no one has ever wanted to go down on you. jj intends to rectify that.

warnings 18+, oral sex (fem. receiving), language, overstimulation, daddy kink (barely), squirting (let me know if i missed any)

author’s note kinda got carried away with this one💀 also, jj & reader are over 18.

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In the week since JJ and Y/N had established their relationship, the two had struggled to keep their hands off each other. Or, in John B's words, 'they've been fucking like bunnies.'

Still, after hiding their feelings for one another for so long, it was impossible not to want to make up for the lost time. So the two found themselves sitting on the couch in Y/N's apartment, lips greedily colliding as their hands roamed anywhere they could reach.

JJ's hands slid down Y/N's torso and under the hem of her shirt, warm hands squeezing her hips as he tugged her closer to him. His lips broke away from hers, pulling a whine from her before it was replaced with an indulgent sigh as JJ's lips found the sensitive skin of her neck. He nipped and sucked on her throat, working her up.

JJ's actions proved to be successful when he felt Y/N thread her fingers through his locks, forcing his mouth further onto her neck. He bit down on Y/N's jaw and her hips ground against the growing tent in his shorts in response.

"Wanna taste you, baby. Want you to cream all over my tongue," JJ whispered as his teeth grazed her earlobe.

Y/N's eyes shot wide open, her body stilling. Oh, god, she thought. I have to come clean. This is totally going to kill the moment.

JJ ceased his movement when he felt the atmosphere shift. He looked up at her, raising a hand to smooth the hair out of her eyes.

"You okay, pretty girl?"

Y/N brought her hands to her lap, avoiding her boyfriend's concerned gaze, "Yeah, baby. I'm fine. I just..."

"You just..?"

"No one's ever...gone down on me before."

JJ swore he felt his eyes pop out of his head.

Was what Y/N was saying true? It couldn't be. There's no way anyone in their right mind wouldn't want to bury their mouth in Y/N's pussy and go to town until she cried.

At least, that's what JJ wanted.

"And with that, I've officially killed the vibe," Y/N mumbled, looking down at her hands.

JJ grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger, nudging her head up so she could meet his gaze.

"Hey, you didn't kill anything. I'm just surprised. Actually, I'm shocked," he responded.

"Why?" she questioned, doe eyes searching his.

"Because, baby," JJ begins, "I dream about my mouth feasting on your pussy 24/7."

Now that was not at all what she was expecting him to say. To say she was speechless would be the understatement of the year.

"You wanna know how I would do it?" JJ rasped, his lips tracing against her collarbone.

"Show me," Y/N breathed, her head tilting backward to give him access to more of her exposed skin.

"You sure?" JJ asked, needing assurance that Y/N was comfortable with what was about to happen if she granted him permission.

All Y/N could do was nod, her voice gone. She pulled his lips onto hers, reiterating her consent.

JJ smiled into the kiss, his hands running down to grasp her under her ass so he could lift her up. He stood up, Y/N in his arms as he turned them around and rested her on the couch. He sank to his knees so his face was levelled with hers, and he dove into her neck again. His fingers made their way down to undo the button and zipper on Y/N's shorts, tugging them down afterward and discarding them on the floor.

JJ brought his face to hers again, lips threatening to touch as he spoke.

"You're so sweet, y'know that? So goddamn sweet. I bet your pussy tastes even sweeter," JJ spoke, his thumb barely brushing against her panty-covered clit.

Y/N's hips jerked slightly at the ghost of his touch, and she felt her panties begin to moisten.

JJ began circling her clit tauntingly as his lips found her jawline. He kissed along the trail until he reached her ear.

"I want you nice and wet for me. Wanna taste how much you want me," he whispered, "And I want you to ask me to put my mouth on you. Need to hear you beg for it."

Y/N's eyes rolled back as he applied more pressure on her sensitive bud with the pad of his thumb.

"Please taste me, J. Make me cum with your tongue," she pleaded.

"I will, baby. Why don't you strip the rest of your clothes off for me?"

Y/N did as she was told, shrugging her shirt and bra off and tugging her panties down her legs and throwing them all on the floor.

JJ's hands found her breasts, kneading them as his lips dragged down the valley between her breasts, to her stomach, and then stopping right above her pussy.

His thumbs spread her out, and he nearly salivated at the sight. He could see the wetness seeping from her entrance and her clit swollen with arousal for him, and he almost busted right then and there. JJ brought his face to her pussy, blowing onto her core. Y/N shivered at the action, and JJ saw her hole clench around nothing, begging for attention, intrusion, hell, anything.

"Fuck. Look at how perfect this pussy is. She's crying for me. Does she want me to help her out? Make her feel good?" He looked up at her for an answer, and she nodded at him impatiently.

JJ grinned, keeping his gaze locked on hers as he teased the inside of her thighs with wet kisses, each kiss growing closer and closer to the spot she needed him most. But he wasn't going to rush this with her. No way. JJ was gonna make this last. His perfect girl deserved that.

Y/N felt JJ's hot breath as he levelled his mouth with her core. His thumb teased her entrance, collecting her arousal and spreading it onto her clit.

"I want you to do something for me, baby," JJ spoke.

"Anything. I'll do anything, J, just— please."

"If you like it, scream for me."

JJ gave Y/N no room to answer when he licked a stripe from her hole to her clit, a groan rumbling in his throat as he committed the taste of her to his memory. He left open-mouthed kisses anywhere his mouth could reach, and then wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking it into his mouth and flicking it in small circles with the tip of his tongue.

Y/N let out a loud gasp, caught off-guard with her hands clawing at the leather couch, "JJ!"

JJ continued his actions for a few moments before releasing her swollen clit with a popping noise and replacing his mouth with his thumb. Y/N whined at the loss of his mouth on her but he was quick to silence her when he plunged two fingers inside of her.

"How's it going up there, baby girl?"

He smirked as he looked up at his girlfriend, his fingers continuing to work her clit and the walls inside her.

She was sprawled out on the couch. Head thrown back, eyes closed, lips parted as she panted, hands lazily palming her lush tits.

Y/N was a sight, and god, did her boyfriend know it.

"I need more, J. I need your mouth, your tongue. Want you to make me soak your face. Please, daddy," she whined.

"Your wish is my command, baby."

JJ kept on thrusting his fingers in and out of her as he brought his lips back to her clit and swirled his tongue around it over and over. His fingers curled up in time with the circles of his skilled tongue, toying with her g-spot and Y/N began to grind her core against JJ's tongue.

JJ moaned into her, letting her know that he loved the way she was beginning to use him.

"JJ, I'm close. Fuck— right there, baby."

Her hands flew to his hair, holding his face to her because she needed him impossibly closer.

"Holy shit! J, I— Shit."

Y/N let out a loud cry as she came all over JJ's tongue, hips stuttering and her body jerking as she rode out her high. But once she came down, JJ didn't let up. His fingers kept curling up to hit her g-spot, and Y/N could do nothing but sit there and take it, tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

"J, it's t-too much. Ah—"

Y/N was interrupted by JJ kitten-licking her bundle of nerves as his fingers quickened their pace. She was shrieking at this point, so loud that her neighbours could probably hear the sound of her chanting JJ's name, accompanied by high-pitched moans as she approached her next orgasm. The coil in her belly tightened as her body stilled when she came again, her juices squirting all over JJ's face.

"Oh my god—"

"Baby, did you just..?"

"I uh...yeah. I guess I did."

JJ smirked up at the perfection that was his girl.

"Think you can do that on my cock?"

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank smut #outer banks #outer banks smut #obx #obx smut

[burrowbaddie]

Ghosted

Joe Burrow x Female Reader

Series Summary: You, one of the top actresses in the world find yourself falling for the unbelievably attractive quarterback, Joe Burrow. But as Joe falls faster he finds that everything isn’t so golden about the world’s golden girl.

Acts: 2/?

Status: Ongoing

Warnings: female!reader, smut swearing, oral (m&f receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, taking plan b, mentions of toxic past relationship, age gap between ex and reader.

Act 2 Summary: Joe gets ghosted but that doesn’t stop him from falling effortlessly in love with you. But he learns loving you comes with flaws. WC: 6.1k

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"You what, bro?" Ja'Marr asks.

"I told her I loved her," Joe replies, shutting his locker. Ja'Marr grabs his shoulders and shakes him.

"You have only been dating for nine months. What goes on in that brain of yours? Let the women say those words first. I taught you better than this." Ja'Marr shakes his head, causing Joe to laugh at the younger boy's words. It's been three weeks since Joe dropped the L bomb on you and three weeks since he last spoke to you.

"Should I call her?" Joe asks, looking through his phone. You haven't returned his texts or his calls.

"She ghosted you. Your girlfriend ghosted you. I need you to get a grip and move on." Ja'Marr grabs Joe's shoulders and forces him to sit on the bench.

"Don't listen to a word he says. Doesn't he have like three baby mamas?" Sam chimes in, making Joe laugh. Ja'Marr flips him off and walks away. Sam sits and holds out his hand, asking for Joe's phone. Joe hands it over and lets him scroll through the messages. He makes a face and shakes his head.

"She definitely ghosted you. Maybe she's just busy. She is one of the top actresses out right now." Sam hands the phone back. They didn't help Joe at all.

"He said what?" Eliza, your best friend, shouts, jumping up from the bed. You turn around and nod your head.

"He said he loves me. I panicked and didn't reply. I've been ignoring him since that day." 

"Girl, that was three fucking weeks ago! What is wrong with you?"

"I can't say those words to him. I didn't even think things would get this deep. I thought we were having a good time together. Oh God, he's calling me!" You toss your phone on the bed and start pacing. Your best friend grabs your phone and forces it into your hands after answering it.

"Hey-Hi," You answer, glaring at her.

"Oh, hi. I didn't think you would pick up. How are you?" Joe nervously fidgets with his seatbelt.

"Busy. I'm sorry. I picked up a new role, so I got invested. I'm sorry." You apologize.

"I understand. Umm, I'll be in LA for some work. I was wondering if I could come to see you."

Eliza nods her head, telling you to say yes. You frown and shake your head.

"Yes. Sure. That would be great. Text me the info. I have to go." You hang up and throw your phone. 

"See, was that so hard? The guy seems to really like you. Give him a chance. He's hot. You've said the sex is fantastic, and he's the hottest thing right now. America is obsessed with him. This is a win. See where it goes." She tells you. You start playing with your fingers and catch yourself before you can get carried away. Joe arrives Thursday night, and you guys stay in for dinner and a movie.

"I can't believe you've never seen Titanic. It's my favorite movie like ever." You're about to sit in the movie chair, but Joe pulls you onto his lap.

"A movie about a real historical tragedy is your favorite?" Joe questions you. YOu bury your face in his neck.

"When you put it like that, it sounds terrible. But Leo and Kate are all-time greats. Their chemistry was beautiful. You'll see." You climb off his lap and sit in your chair as the movie starts. Joe barely watches the film. His eyes continue to drift to you. At one point, you start crying, and he leans over to wipe your tears.

"The way he loved her. Urgh, my heart is so full."

"So you are a fictional romantic?" Joe asks. You pause the movie and turn to him.

"What do you mean?" You ask, feeling a little on edge.

"I mean, I confessed to you, and you panicked and ignored me for three weeks. But things in movies and shows have you smiling and crying."

You open your mouth to speak but don't know how to answer. 

"I like what we have going on, but love isn't something I'm looking for. If you want to continue this relationship, I want to keep things the same." You stand up, taking the empty popcorn bowl to refill it, but Joe lightly grabs your wrist and stands up. 

"Why does love scare you?"

"It doesn't! I have the right to be happy with my situation, and I don't think love has anything to do with that."

Joe cups your face and reads your expression. His thumb grazes your bottom lip.

"Do I make you happy?"

You nod your head, getting lost in his puppy blue eyes.

"Do I make you feel good?" Joe asks, bending down so that your lips touch. You nod again and lean forward to kiss Joe, but he pulls away with a chuckle.

"Don't tease me," You pout, pushing his chest and storming away. Joe takes a deep breath. Joe could tell a lot about you from your eyes. You were going to run every time love was the subject. Maybe you had a bad relationship, but since you've been famous, you never had a relationship. Or perhaps it wasn't public knowledge. Joe follows you upstairs into the kitchen, where you are pouring a glass of wine. He lifts you and sets you on the counter.

"So, who was this guy?"

"What guy?" You ask, sipping your wine. Joe stands between your legs.

"The guy who made you afraid of love." He replies, rubbing your thighs. You chuckle and put your glass down.

"I don't want to have this talk. I want my wonderful, strong, and very attractive boyfriend to take me upstairs and fuck me into the mattress. Is that so hard to do?" You throw back the rest of your wine. Joe scoops you up and takes you to the bedroom, where he, in fact, fucks you into the mattress.

"Feels good." You cry, riding him, letting your hands squeeze his as you feel the rush of another orgasm flood over you. You buckle over when Joe suddenly grabs your hands, thrusting into you faster.

"I'm going to always make you feel good, baby." He whispers. Your mouth falls open, feeling Joe pound away at your poor overstimulated cunt. Joe quickly pulls out and flips you over. He pumps his cock a few times and cums all over your stomach. You reach up for him, and he complies, bending down to kiss you. Joe carries you again toward the shower this time. After changing the sheets, you guys lay in bed watching movies. Joe stares at your body through the sheet as he massages your feet. You turn around, smiling.

"Should I put clothes on?" You ask, noticing the print under the white sheet. Joe shakes his head, his face becoming noticeably red. He slides his hands up your calves as you turn back to the TV. Joe slyly slides the sheet off of your body. He repositions himself so that he is hovering over your butt. You squeal when he takes a bite.

"Joseph!" You giggle, turning over on your back. Joe kisses up your body to your lips.

"Keep your clothes off." He whispers. You nod your head as he works his way back down. When he gets to his treasure, he places your legs on his shoulders. The moment is interrupted by your best friend barging into the room. Joe grabs a pillow to cover himself.

"Omg! I am so sorry!" Eliza covers her eyes.

"E, what the fuck?" You shout, getting on your knees.

"Sorry! But tonight you were supposed to go to Zendaya's birthday party. We're already late!" Eliza yells, backing out of the room.

"Fuck. Sorry, Give me an hour." You yell, scrambling to get out of bed. 

"Umm." Joe sits on the bed awkwardly.

"Oh, right. Do you want to come? We can't go together, but if you come with E, I think it should be good."

"It's alright. I'll stay here and watch something."

"Are you sure?"

"No worries, go have fun."

You return to the bed to kiss him and hurry to your closet. Joe makes himself comfortable, but after two hours, he becomes bored and decides to explore your home. He starts in the living room, where you have photos of your three brothers and father. After you and he first hooked up, he might have done a small (deep) dive on you. It did help that his sister-in-law is such a big fan; all he had to do was listen to her rant. Even his cousins adored you, so getting his family to tell him all about you was easy. Unknown to him, you did your own research on him. Joe had spent some time watching your interviews. He loved how much you adored your family. He could see the genuine happiness they brought you every time you spoke about them. Joe hopes to be introduced to them one day. He put the photo down and made his way to your piano room. You started playing piano when you were seven and haven't stopped since. Joe liked that you had such a special talent. On top of being a phenomenal actress, you had an incredible ear for music. He could listen to you play and sing for hours. It's insane to him how you didn't get into the music business first. 

"Hello?" Joe picks up a phone call from you.

"Hey. Missing you. Can you tell I'm a little drunk?"

"Yeah, baby. Are you coming home?"

"What do I get if I come home?" You slur into the phone. Joe leans against the wall smiling to himself.

"Come....find out." He says, emphasizing come. You giggle into the phone and tell him you are on the way home. And when you get home, Joe takes over your body for the rest of the night. In the morning, you feel like a brand-new person. You stand by the stove, humming and dancing as the bacon cooks. Joe sits on the counter, watching you.

"You are so beautiful. Do you know that?" Joe asks. You stop and roll your eyes.

"I'm in nothing but a t-shirt freshly fucked. My hair is all over the place. I look a mess." You complain.

"I think you look the most beautiful right now. Mostly because I helped you get to this state." Joe grins. You slap his knee and turn back to the stove. 

"I have to fly back home today after this interview but don't ghost me again." Joe hops down. You nod your head, flipping the bacon. Joe wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head.

"Baby, I'm serious. I care about you." He says, turning you around. You look at him and give him a reassuring grin. But Joe can see it in your eyes; you are again in flight or fight mode. Joe links your fingers with his and kisses each one.

"I care about you too. I won't ghost you. I'm enjoying my time with you and where this is going."

"Good. Does it make you uncomfortable when I tell you I love you?" He asks you. You let go of his hand and turn toward the stove.

"I'm not uncomfortable. I'm afraid."

"Of what?"

"Losing myself...again." You whisper the last part. Joe doesn't say anything, but his heart breaks for you. 

"I won't let you lose anything."

"You can't promise that. When people fall in love, one person always falls deeper." You shake the feeling creeping up in your gut and start cooking again. Joe leaves you to your thoughts and packs his bag. Breakfast was a little more awkward than you wanted it t be; you tried to make small talk, but you could tell something was bothering Joe.

"If you want to end things, it's okay." You push your eggs around, and Joe puts his fork down.

"I don't. Let's talk again. I have to go now, but I'll call you. Come visit me when you can." He stands up and walks over to kiss you. Then a week goes by with no word from Joe, so you hope on the first flight to Ohio to surprise your boyfriend for a home game.

"You did amazing!" You squeal as he scoops you up.

"How long have you been waiting for me? If I had known you were coming, I would have hurried up. I still need to shower." Joe states fixing the towel around his waist. You lick your lips and pull your shirt over your head.

"I can help you with that." You say, unbuttoning your jeans. The smirk on Joe's face doesn't leave as he watches you tip-toe toward the shower. He stands by, watching you turn the shower on. The warm water hits your body, and you hold your hand for him to join you. Joe drops his towel, following you into the shower. He is very surprised at your spontaneous public session but doesn't complain one bit. How can he when he's losing himself while giving you the deepest strokes? Joe holds you against the shower wall tiles as you dig your nails into his shoulders.

"Fuck Joey right there." You cry out. 

"Yeah, I know." Joe chuckles against your throat, leaving open-mouth kisses on your neck.

"Can I cum inside you?" Joe whispers. You nod your head, too fucked out to realize what he's asking at first. When your orgasm hits, you go limp in his arms.

"Yeah. Cum inside me." You mumble. This cause Joe to rapidly snap his hips, moaning your name and complimenting you on how good you feel. You can't help but let it all go to your head as he cums inside you for the first time. You spend five more mins making out and then finally get dressed. 

"Oh yeah, your parents want to meet at their house. I was sent in here to tell you that. I'll meet you over there." You kiss him goodbye and leave. Joe quickly dresses but finds his athletic trainer there stunned.

"No fucking way. You are hooking up with-"

Joe covers his mouth before he can say your name.

"I need you to keep this quiet."

"Why? You are banging the hottest chick in the game right now. She is everywhere."

"I know, but please."

"Fine, but you owe me, Joe." He says, leaving. Joe prays that he doesn't open his mouth. Ever since you ghost him, he feels he needs to walk on eggshells to keep you from running. There had to be some reason you wanted things to be kept quiet. Joe arrives at his parent's house and finds you in the back, where everyone is around the bonfire. You stand up to give him your seat so you can sit on his lap.

"Your mom was getting worried about you." You whisper into his ear.

"Sorry, my girlfriend held me up." He answers back. You cuddle up to him, listening to his parents tell you stories of when Joe was younger. The night ends with you and Joe back in bed. 

"I have to go to Italy for the next few weeks for some shoots."

"Is that why you came to see me?" Joe asks, sitting up. You stare up at the ceiling.

"I didn't want you to think I was ghosting you again." You lean on your elbow, turning to the side to give him your full attention.

"Can I ask you something?" Joe is ready to dive deeper into that head of yours.

"Go ahead."

"Why don't you want to go public about us? I'm sure there will be speculation when you've been to two games already and photos of you around my family."

"Which is why I've attended other sports games. I went to the Rams games a few times."

"But why? Why keep us a secret?" Joe asks, rubbing your hand. You slip your hand away and get up from the bed to grab your clothes.

"I should take a plan B." You say, going through your purse. Joe lays back down and stares at the ceiling. It seems he takes one step forward with you and two steps back.

"Can we talk without getting mad or changing the subject?" This time, Joe gets up and follows you to the bathroom.

"Joe, I can't give you the answers you're looking for. There are reasons I do what I do. I can't love you right now."

"What do you mean right now? Then when? Do you think I will wait around for you to love me?" Joe's voice comes out louder than he expected it. Both of you are shocked. You squeeze your palms so tight that your nails dig into your flesh. Joe looks down at your closed fists and tries to reach out, but you flinch away.

"Hey. Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to raise my voice." Joe's voice is softer. Joe reads over your body language and takes a step back.

"I need to go. I have to catch a flight to Italy. I'll call you." You stand there waiting for him to leave the bathroom. Joe takes the hint and leaves you to get dressed. He sits on the bed panicking, but you come out of the bathroom in a different mood.

"I'll call you when I land, okay? If you have some time, you should come to visit me." You kiss his cheek and grab your phone. Joe doesn't walk you out because he's never been more confused in his life—the dry texting between you two last weeks. During Joe's bye week, he uses this time to fly out and see you. Eliza plans everything so when you return to your hotel from a long day of shooting; you find your boyfriend with roses. A feeling of guilt rises in your chest, and you drop your bag running over to him. Joe pulls you into his arms.

"I'm sorry for being difficult. I want things with us to work. If you give me some time, I think things with us could work out."

"Of course. That's what being in a relationship is about. We will work on things together."

"Thank you for coming to see me. It's been such a crazy schedule. I'm so tired. You don't have a game?"

"On bye week, so no game this week. I decided to come here, spend some days together, and fly back. So, are you going to show me a good time?" He asks. You nod your head eagerly. You show Joe the set and your trailer, telling him all about the movie's plot. Joe even gets to watch you in action.

"Who's your favorite actor?" Eliza asks while you guys have dinner at a local restaurant.

"Of all time or currently?"

"Currently, well, besides your girlfriend." Eliza gives you an elbow. You sip your wine and lay your head on your boyfriend's shoulder.

"My favorite actor right now is Jackson Taylor. I think he's amazing. I mean, I've probably watched every movie he's ever done. He's a good guy too. He has so many charity organizations too. I hope to collab with him one day. And he's from Ohio, so can't go wrong there." Joe laughs. Eliza looks at you, and your eyes are staring at the table.

"Nice." You comment, excusing yourself to use the restroom. Eliza watches you walk away and turns her focus to Joe.

"How much do you love her?" She asks, ready to give him the best friend shakedown.

"I'm in love with her completely. But I can sense she's not ready for that step. I want to take things as slow as she needs." Joe takes his card out to pay the bill.

"Be careful with her. She's fragile. But I think she's coming around these days. I haven't seen her so happy like this in a while." Eliza's comments stick with Joe all week. He knows there's more to the story, but he decided to take his time and let you tell him when you're ready. When you get back to the States, you go visit Joe. It's Christmas time, and you decide to spend the holidays with him. One year ago, you met at your cousin's wedding, and here you are, all lovey-dovey. 

"Fuck, baby." Joe moans moving your hips as you ride him on the couch. Joe bites your shoulder, bouncing you up and down on his cock, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"Don't stop." You cry, feeling yourself reach another orgasm. Joe flips you onto your back, pushing your legs to your chest. 

"One more baby. Give me one more." Joe coaches another orgasm out of you as he fills you simultaneously. He grunts, and his hips stutter. Joe throws his head back and runs his fingers throw his sweaty hair. You lay there trying to catch your breath. Joe pulls out of you and reaches down to scoop you up for a quick shower. He kisses your back in the shower and tells you how much he loves you. Once both of you are fully dressed, you guys finish decorating your Christmas tree. Yeah, you both got carried away and decided to have sex in the middle of decorating.

"I did date someone before you." You place a snowflake on the tree and turn to Joe.

"Yeah?"

"I started dating him when I was 18. He was 30."

"What the fuck?"

"Umm yeah. It was hard for me to move on from him. The reason I can't go public is that he-I signed an NDA. And if our relationship ended, I couldn't date someone else for five years."

"What piece of shit did that to you?"

You shake your head.

"It doesn't matter. Joe, I'm happy with you. I want a future with you, so if you can just be patient with me, I can work this out."

"5 years...How long has it been?"

"3." You stop decorating to face Joe. He places his snowflake down and opens his arms.

"What he's doing can't be legal. There has to be some loop and-"

"No one knows besides Eliza. I was stupid and young, and new to Hollywood. I shouldn't have signed anything, but I thought he was my forever." You bury your face in Joe's chest as he rubs your back. Joe doesn't pressure you into telling him more about your ex; instead, he makes you his mother's famous hot cocoa, and you watch the polar express on the couch. Having Joe in your life gave you back the normalcy you craved. He was fun, caring, and loving. Joe always made sure you were comfortable and able to be yourself. In his eyes, you weren't a star; you were his world. Spending the holidays with Joe and his family left you feeling renewed. Joe has been asking to meet your family, but you're too afraid to take that step. What if things don't work out? What if Joe hates your family dynamic? What if Joe leaves you? What if-

"What are you thinking about?" Joe groans, kissing your forehead. You've been taking space in his home for the last few weeks. You didn't realize Joe was awake for the last 5 mins.

"Nothing. I have to fly home today. It's my dad's birthday." You close your eyes as Joe pulls you closer to his chest. 

"Yeah?" 

You loved waking up to Joe's deep morning voice. He always called you first thing in the morning when you were away from him.

"Would you like to meet him?"

"Are you sure?" He asks cautiously. You only nod your head. With Joe's season-ending because of the loss to KC, you thought that this was the right move. Joe will have a lot of downtime, so it's better to get the meeting over with. And with that, you find yourself making room for Joe in your own home. He arrives today, and you've already psyched yourself into him meeting your family. Everything needs to be perfect. But, of course, nothing goes your way. You get called into a last min appearance at some day party. Joe tells you it's okay, and he will find his way to the house. But Joe gets invited by Ja'Marr, who was there, so it works out for you. The place is packed with celebrities; you laugh and greet some friends and make sure to mingle with everyone because once you find Joe, you plan to stick by him for the rest of the party. That is, until you spot him. Ja'Marr is the first to see you and waves you over. You smile, walking over and hug him, Joe, and the man they're talking to.

"I can't believe we are talking to the legend himself, Jackson Taylor," Ja'Marr says excitedly. Joe agrees with the comment.

"Don't brag on me too much. I don't think I'm a legend yet." Jackson replies with a big grin.

"You are! Don't humble yourself. You are up there with Leo, DeNiro! You are!" Ja'Marr can't contain the excitement and asks you to get a photo of all three of them. You take his phone and snap a few pictures. 

"How do you guys know her?" Jackson asks, placing his hand on the small of your back. Joe doesn't miss the way you stiffen.

"Who doesn't know her? She is also an amazing actress. She is on the cover of every magazine, and she's da-"

"My brothers are huge Bengals fans, so I took them to a few games." You interrupt Ja'Marr and take Jackson's hand off your back. Jackson takes this opportunity to hold your hand.

"You guys should do another movie together," Ja'Marr adds.

"What do you think, sunshine?" Jackson asks, kissing your hand. You nervously laugh and slide your hand out of his.

"That would be awesome. I need to find Eliza."

"Actually, you guys don't mind if I steal her away, right?" Jackson asks. Ja'Marr shakes his head, and Joe doesn't respond. Jackson takes your hand and pulls you away from the crowd. You snatch your hand out and walk in the opposite direction. Jackson follows you, calling your name. You bump into Joe and stumble back. He catches you and gives you a concerned look.

"I-"

"Joe Burrow. Look at us two Ohio boys. I wanted to talk to you about joining one of my charity events. Let's chat." Jackson steps in. Joe looks down at you, and you give him a weak smile.

"I'll leave you guys to it." You walk away to find Eliza and leave the party. But Eliza is currently chatting up some guy. You don't want to block, so you find a seat and stay there. Joe finds you sitting alone and takes a seat next to you.

"It was that piece of shit, wasn't it?" He asks you, eyes trained on Jackson, who is talking someone else up. You don't take your eyes off Eliza in the opposite direction. Joe shoots up, and you grab his hand.

"I'm ready to go home." You say with pleading eyes. Joe takes a deep breath, and you leave together. At home, Joe doesn't mention Jackson, but you know in the back of his mind he's dying to talk about it.

"How did you know it was him?" You ask, taking a seat next to him. 

"When he touched you, you stiffened. Every time he spoke and we laughed at one of his stupid jokes, your face held a look of terror." Joe rubs your hand. Little things like that could bring you back to the surface, so you appreciate every small gesture from Joe.

"Oh. I thought I got better at faking it. But seeing you laugh with him, I feared he would take you away from me." Your voice is sad again, and Joe stands up and squats before you, cupping your cheeks.

"No one on this Earth can take me away from you."

"Joe, you don't know what kind of power he holds. He can have me blacklisted at the snap of his fingers. I don't know what I would do if he ruined your career too." You take Joe's hands off your face and stand up. Joe follows you to the kitchen.

"What are you saying?"

"We should break up. It's for the best that way; nothing can happen. I'm not breaking the contract and-"

"He can't hold that contract over you. You're a person, not an object. You can date whoever you want to date. Fuck that guy."

"Joe, please, you don't understand how this works. I won't go to jail, sure, but I will have my career ruined. I've worked so hard to get where I am. I can't let him take that away from me. My father gave up everything just to get me into auditions and school. I can't throw it all away. My career is too important!" You didn't realize you were yelling until the silence filled the space between you and Joe. 

"I know you're scared, but he no longer controls you. Think about the people that would be behind you if you spoke up. Think about the women you will help keep him away from. Most importantly, think about how free you will feel after it all comes out. You deserve to be happy....to be loved."

You shake your head and step away from Joe.

"I'm sorry." You walk away, leaving Joe standing there, trying to find a way to fix this. But he is clueless for the first time when it comes to you. Joe finds you in the bedroom texting. You tell him it's over and that he should go home. There is nothing Joe can do but give space. 

"She broke up with you? Out of nowhere?" Ja'Marr laughs, throwing his head back. Joe shakes his head and stares at his phone. His lock screen is a photo of you sleeping on his arm. He unlocks his phone to look at his home screen, which is another photo of you smiling down at him. It seems like an innocent photo, but you're in Joe's jersey riding him in that photo. Joe locks his phone and groans. He tried texting you, but you blocked him. 

"Can't believe you messed that up. But since we both are single, we got invited to a party. There are bound to be bitches all over." Ja'Marr pulls Joe off the couch.

"I'm good. I'm going to stay here."

"Stay here and be sad? What kind of a best friend would I be if I let you do that? We are in LA; there are too many women for you to sulk about one, even if she is the hottest. Besides, I need a DD unless you want me to drink and drive!" Ja'Marr forces Joe to get dressed and come along to the party. Joe talks to a few people and mingles.

"Joey B! Am I allowed to call you that?" Jackson smiles, making his way over. Joe instantly stands up straight and glares at the older man.

"Joe is fine." He replies, correcting him. Jackson raises his eyebrow and nods.

"Thanks for coming to my party. I like to host these little events to have fun. You don't need to be football Joe; just be yourself." Jackson taps Joe on his shoulders with both hands. Joe removes his hand and tries to walk away.

"Is everything okay between us? Earlier, you were my biggest fan, and now I'm sensing animosity." Jackson crosses his arms over his chest. Joe wants to tell him to go fuck himself, but he has to protect you. This isn't protecting you.

"Everything is good. I'm tired, and Ja'Marr dragged me to this party. It's an honor to be here." Joe replies with a smile. It made him sick to his stomach to be conversing with him.

"Been there. So many of my friends dragged me out to parties; you get used to it, trust me." Jackson offers Joe a drink, but he declines. Joe continues to engage in unwanted conversations with Jackson, and when your name is mentioned, Joe mentally calms himself down. 

"You guys seemed a little close at the party earlier." 

"Not really," Joe mumbles, looking for Ja'Marr through the crowd.

"Seemed like it, but that one is quite the girl." Jackson smiles and laughs to himself.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Joe turns toward Jackson, facing him. Jackson is a few inches short than towering Joe. His aura is intimidating, but Jackson laughs it off.

"You know these young stars that get around. I wouldn't get mixed up with that one. There are rumors, and I'm guessing you would like to keep the title as America's All-American good boy." Jackson's smile isn't inviting or nice. Jackson is threatening Joe. Joe stares into his green eyes, not backing down.

"I think I can handle myself."

"Relax. It was a joke. You're a good kid. Enjoy the party. I'll have my people contact your people." Jackson bumps Joe's shoulder as he walks away. Fuck. He knows. Joe knows he knows. There is no way he doesn't know. Joe had one opportunity to protect you, and he blew it. He let his stupid anger get the best of him. Joe grabs Ja'Marr, and they leave the party. The next morning, Joe is one of the celebrities on the gossip blog. 

Jackson, Ja'Marr, and Joe photographed at party together.

Joe stares at the photo of him all smiles with the man who ruined his relationship without even trying. He throws his phone and screams. You haven't unblocked him, and you probably saw the headline. He picks up his phone, logs into IG to find your page, and realizes he's blocked there too. Joe does the most desperate thing he has ever done and emails you.

"Why is Joe emailing you?" Eliza laughs, checking your email. You have your makeup artist stop so you can read the email.

"Can you block it? Thank you." You tell her, handing the Ipad back. Eliza takes a deep breath and blocks Joe's email. The door opens, and Jackson walks in. You sit up straight as the room clears. Eliza stands in front of you protectively.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm the executive producer of the show. I think I'm allowed to be on set." Jackson laughs. You stare at him through the mirror.

"What? Your name was not on the project at all. I wouldn't have let her book if-"

"Money talks. I'd like to talk to her privately." 

"Go fuck yourself. Stay away-"

"It's okay." Your voice is meek. Eliza looks at you, and you give her a nod. She leaves the room. Jackson stands behind you, touching your hair.

"Do you know why you got this role?" He asks. You don't look at him; only focus on your hands. Jackson softly grabs your face and turns it towards him.

"I'm a good actress." You whisper. Jackson laughs a loud belly laugh. He wipes his fake tears.

"Sweetheart, you're not good at all. I told the director to hire you. I think this is a better way to keep an eye on you. I met your little boyfriend."

"I don't have a boyfriend. You made sure of that." You spit, snatching your face out of his hand. Jackson lifts your hand to kiss it.

"I care about you. If you get caught up with relationships, it will only mess up your career. This is how I look out for you. I'm always going to love you. I'm always going to care about you. Stay away from him."

"I don't know who you're talking about. I'm not-"

"Joe Burrow."

You don't move at the name, and Jackson smiles.

"Maybe you are a good actress. I'll see you out there, sunshine." He kisses your cheek and finally leaves. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You quickly put out hand sanitizer on your hand, trying to rub off his touch. 

Joe flies back home to Cincinnati, heartbroken and confused. His brother opens the door, shocked to see his younger brother looking heartbroken.

"Is Janet here? I need to ask her something."

"What's up?" Janet appears almost out of nowhere. 

"I need help with a contract. You're a lawyer, so I figured it makes sense." Joe says, walking into the living room.

"Your contract? What's going on?" Dan walks over, joining the conversation.

Joe takes a seat. If he's going to protect you, he needs to know everything on the contract. He doubts you will let him see it, but maybe Eliza would help in that area. Joe was going to do everything in his power to help you, even if that meant you couldn't be with him in the end.

A/N: Here is the Actress AU! I hope you guys like it. It will be different from Second String but still good! Let me know what you guys think! If it sucks, umm don't tell me! JK. I hope you guys are ready for the rollercoaster of fame and fortune! Joe is definitely all simp in this fic. He loves loves loves him some you! I will post a tg list soon so check the mater list for it!

#joe burrow x you #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow fic #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow x y/n #joe burrow smut #joe burrow #joe burrow imagine #joey b #joe burrow x oc #joe burrow fluff #FAIY #val writes

[munsonsprincess11111]

Need her gone for you 3

Eddie munson x reader

Summary: your best friend and her boyfriend broke up. Her boyfriend kicked her out so you offered her a place to stay with u and Eddie for a few nights. A few nights turns into 2 weeks etc. You and Eddie haven't done anything since she's been living with you to be respectful. But Eddie's getting bored and horny.

"OK I'm off" Jill said sliding her coat on. Eddie ran from his bedroom. "Your leaving oh my god finally I have never been so happy please never come back enjoy ur life." Eddie says. But jill looks at Eddie annoyed. "NO Eddie I'm going to work I'll be back later don't miss me to much jeez." And with her final words Jill's out the door off to work

Your sat on the couch reading a book and drinking tea and Eddie walks over and plops next to you. "WHY won't she go?" Eddie askes laying his head in your lap. You look at Eddie and put your book down.

"CAUSE she has no where else to go." You reply stroking his hair. " but we have the hole house to ourselves for the day while she's at work... maybe we could have some... fun." Your still stroking Eddie's head when you say this.

"You gonna let me fuck u like I've been wanting to but haven't been able to for. 18.days." Eddie askes looking u in the eyes. You nod. The boy needs no more encouraging he's up. He pulls u off the couch throwing you over his shoulder n walking to your bedroom.

"Best not waste a second." Eddie kicks your bedroom door open and u playfully slap his arse. He throws u on the bed. You lay on your back as he takes his shirt off and throws it someone behind him. Then go his pj pants. He kicks them off also beind him somewhere. You see he's not wearing any boxers already so he's funny naked infront of u.

"Your such a slut you know that?" You say to your naked boyfriend. "I know you are but that am I. Take your pants of hot stuff." HE comes back with. U take off the tee-shirt of Eddie's u was wearing and then your pj shorts leaving u in a red lacey set.

"Fuck baby" Eddie climbs on top of you kissing up your neck leaving bruises for later. He reaches around and un clips the bra letting your boobs fall out. His hands slide down. He grabs the edges for your red lacey underwear and pulls it off throwing it and the bra over in the corner somewhere. "You want my finger first or just go with my cock?" Eddie askes.

"Fuck me. Just fuck me. I'll be fine." You say trying to seem confident. "Mmm OK baby." HE limes himself up eith your enterance. He takes one of your hands in his and pushes in slowly. Your grip on his hand tightens at the stretch. Eddie's not an average size guy. Eddie's big. So the stretch was definitely there.

Once he was fully in he started to slowly pull himself in and out of you until he could tell you was enjoying it. He picked up the pace stillholding your hand. "Fuck baby so tight fuck your amazing love the way you feel." HE says in your ear. He reaches down with his free hand and starts to rub your clit. You moan and arch your back which encourages Eddie to thrust a but faster.

"Fuck eds I'm close." You say clawing at Eddie's back. Eddie says nothing and starts to kiss and bit your shoulder still thrusting and rubbing your clit. "Good girl. Your so good for me." HE says kissing your neck.

"I'm home." Jill. She's home early.

Eddie goes to stop with a sigh. But you wrap your legs around his waist ans grind your hips into him. "Eddie I am so close I'm begging you not to stop." You say looking Eddie in the eyes. That's all he needs to carry on. Lifting your legs over his shoulders to go deeper. He his that spot and your immediately close again.

You grab his neck keeping him close. "Cum baby. Let go. Fuck your amazing." With Eddie's words your cumming. You don't even realise you say anything let alone how loud. Eddie bites the crook of your neck to stop himself screaming as he come deep inside you. He fucks you both through your orgasms. He lays on top of you as you both come back to reality. Your laying in silence and then Eddie giggles.

"WHY r you laughing?" You ask stroking Eddie's head.

"Jill came home early n u wanted to Carey on hoping she wouldn't hear but oh she definitely did." Eddie says smiling.

"WHY?" U ask looking concerned.

"You screamed my name as you came." HE hides his smile in you neck. You lay there in absolute shock and embarrassment. You kay there for a few more minutes before Eddie slowly pulls out." Want me to eat you out?" Eddie's askes smirking. "NO I want you to clean me up." Eddie slides his boxer on smirking and walking off. He comes back with a warm towel and cleans you up.

You hiss from being sensitive. "Sorry beautiful." Eddie says kissing and stroking your leg. He helps you put his tee shirt on and put his joggers on you soypur comfortable completely forgetting underwear.

You both walk out your room and see jill sat in the couch. "WHY you back early?" You ask her. "OH my god my boss fired me cause I had a few days off." She says. You nod and put the kettle on Eddie comes up behind you and kisses your cheek.

"OH next time you guys are fuckung can you be more quiet. Especially when I'm here like come on guys." Jill says trying to be smug.

You throw the tea bag down on the side which startles Eddie and Jill by your sudden outburst. You grab Eddie wrist tight and start to walk off with him "where are you going?" Jill calls.

You turn around and look her dead in the eyes. "I'm gonna get my boyfriend to fuck me until I can't walk as loud ad I want cause this is our house. Don't like it. Go out for a few hours or move out." You turn around sticking your middle finger up at her dragging Eddie to the bedroom.

"OH fuck yeah" Eddie says slapping your arse pushing u on the bed.

Jill got her handbag and went shopping for a few hours. You and Eddie didn't know until 2 hours later cause you did exactly what you said you would.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson thoughts #eddie x you #eddie smut #eddie munson x yn #rockstar eddie munson #eddie m #eddie my beloved #eddie x reader

[wheels-of-despair]

The Last First Day Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: This is it. Eddie Munson's last first day at Hawkins High. His final senior year. Class of '86, baby! Contains: Eddie and Evil Woman being annoying and ridiculous and so in love they don't care about making a scene, Higgins being So Done with them, a little suggestive humor. Words: 700ish

"BABY!"

You whip around in the crowded Hawkins High hallway, packed full of students hustling toward their next class on that always-awkward first day of school, searching for Eddie's voice. Where is he? What's wrong? He's not in trouble already, is he?

When you finally spot him and make eye contact, his jaw drops.

"It IS you! I haven't seen you in FOREVER!"

He literally saw you an hour ago, when he picked you up for school. And every day of the summer. And almost every day of the previous school year. But you know what he's doing, and you can't deny him this. Not on the first day of his last senior year.

You'd bullied the guidance counselor into putting you and Eddie in most of the same classes. It had taken some work to convince her that it really was for academic reasons, but in the end, she'd given in. What's the worst that could happen? He'd already repeated his senior year twice. The only way to go is up. Or, as most of the administration hoped: out. And since the faculty didn't seem to care about helping him get there themselves, they decided to let you give it a shot. You'd show them. You and Eddie would show them all.

Right after this happy reunion with your one and only.

"MY EDDIE! YOU FOUND ME!"

His face lights up when he sees that you're going to play with him. You stretch out your arms, thankful you'd shoved everything in your backpack after your last class, and rush toward him. Eddie takes off too, and after several grunts from people who'd been rammed into, the student body begins to duck to the side and clear a path for you.

You collide with a thump and hold each other in a crushing hug when you meet in the middle of the hallway, like you hadn't seen one another in years. Eddie finally lets go and reaches for your face, and holds it in his hands like a treasure.

"Oh my god, you're so beautiful! I'd almost forgotten what you looked like!" He's loud and he's obnoxious and you'll never love anyone more.

"I missed you!" You lean in to punctuate with a kiss. "So!" Another. "Fucking!" Another. "MUCH!" A longer one, which ends in a wet smack worthy of a cartoon. "Please don't ever leave me alone for that long again. I'll die. I swear, I'll die without you." You're also being loud and obnoxious, but not entirely untruthful.

You gaze into each other's eyes, in the middle of that crowded hallway full of people scoffing at you, and you think this just might be the happiest you've ever felt. The bell rings, but you can't bring yourself to pull away from him. Not yet.

A grown-up presence announces itself with a sigh, and you and Eddie break eye contact to look at Principal Higgins.

"That was the warning bell, which signifies that it's time for The Munsons to proceed to their next class," he says tiredly.

Eddie gives him a mock salute and hooks an arm around your neck, pulling you away from Higgins and toward your next class. Which you have together. You smile and lean into him, basking in the fact that you were just referred to as The Munsons.

"Pretty sure we just got married," Eddie observes.

"Oh yeah?" you grin. "Is Higgins an ordained principal?"

"Yup," Eddie says, eyes forward. "I've been studying in this place for a looong time. I know how things work. We're married now."

"Are you gonna carry me across the threshold into English class?" you tease, giving him a playful poke in the ribs.

"Don't tempt me, Mrs. Munson," he smirks. "I'm gonna wait 'til science. There's a human anatomy unit during senior year." He waggles his eyebrows at you. He should know; he's failed it twice.

"Is the unit… hard?" you ask seductively.

He stops just outside the classroom door and leans down to whisper in your ear, so only you can hear. His hair tickles the side of your face. "Not as hard as the unit that'll help you earn extra credit after school."

#writings of despair #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #file under: things that somehow doubled in size after they were “one proofread away from being posted”

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Halloween Murders

Note: not much plot, just something I've wanted to write for no reason at all.

Warnings: angst/smut. mention of blood and stabbing.

pairing: modern Psycho!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You visited your boyfriend as he's house sitting during Halloween.

wordcount: 2,7k

Masterlist

'Scream for me, sweetheart.'

'As every year,' a voice on the radio announced, 'please stay indoors. Halloween night is not safe. I repeat, please stay indoors, Halloween night is not safe to spend outdoors.'

You rolled your eyes as you drove through the crowded streets. People of all ages were out to trick or treat, no one cared for the warning, as per usual. Everyone knew of the murders that always happened on Halloween night, but everyone also figured it would never happen to them. You were a little spooked about the whole thing, you had been for years as the killer was just never caught, and you definitely wouldn't go out on your own on this night if it wasn't for Sihtric, your fairly new boyfriend. He called you and had persuaded you to come over. He told you he was housesitting some rich family's house, as the owners were out of town for the weekend. And to prevent their house from being the target of burglars, they needed someone to stay over for the time being. And Sihtric gladly took the job, as it paid royally according to him, and you knew he was saving money to move out of the town you both lived in, and he wanted to take you with him.

You turned your car into the fancy neighbourhood and parked in front of the house Sihtric was looking after. You quickly walked up to the door, as it was a cold night, and rang the doorbell. Sihtric opened up and you looked him up and down with big eyes.

'Oh my god,' you snorted, 'what the fuck are you wearing? You didn't tell me I was supposed to dress up?'

'Don't worry about it,' Sihtric smiled, his face covered with blood splatters while he was wearing a blue coverall, also painted with blood, just like Michael Myers, 'it's not like we're going to party, but you know I love Halloween. The movies and the holiday.'

'Yeah, I know. You only tell me every day since we met,' you chuckled and Sihtric quickly pulled you closer, 'you got that creepy mask too?' you asked.

'I do,' Sihtric grinned and leaned in, 'but it's in another room. Anyway, how's my girl?' he murmured against your lips.

'I'm good,' you giggled as you felt his hands trail down your waist, 'and you?'

Sihtric grabbed your ass and kissed you deeply, while you moved your hands up into his long, dark hair, and he pulled you inside the house. He closed the door and picked you up in his arms, lips locked and your arms around his neck as he carried you into the living room. He lowered you down onto the fancy sofa and climbed on top of you, and it didn't take long before things got heated and you moaned into each other's mouth while your hands explored each other.

'Been thinking of you all day,' Sihtric breathed as he took off your shirt.

'Oh, really?' you teased and slowly unzipped his coverall, exposing his muscular torso as he wasn't wearing anything underneath.

'Yeah,' he sighed, and pulled your lips back to his for another intense kiss, while he shoved his big, warm hands under your short skirt.

A gasp left your lips when Sihtric pulled down your panties with one swift move, and he shoved it into the pocket of his outfit with a cocky smile. You moved your hands over his toned chest, up to his broad shoulders and pulled him closer, desperately wanting to feel his warm lips on yours again and his tongue in your mouth. You pulled his hair and moaned against his lips when he slid two fingers inside your soaked pussy, and your nails raked down his back as he continued to kiss you.

'You like that?' Sihtric husked.

You squirmed underneath him at the feeling of his fingers fucking you fast and deep.

'Y-yes,' you breathed, as quietly as possible, and bit down on his shoulder.

'No need to be quiet, baby,' Sihtric chuckled in your ear as he pushed another finger inside you, 'no one's going to hear us here. And I really do want to hear how much you like it.'

'Ah, fuck,' you moaned and grabbed onto his shoulders.

'That's it. You think you're ready for me?' Sihtric whispered and kissed your neck while he finger fucked you roughly, 'hm?'

'God, yes!' you moaned and pulled his hair, 'please.'

Sihtric abruptly pulled his fingers out and attempted to take off his coverall, but you stopped him and took his hands.

'No,' you smiled, 'keep that on.'

Sihtric grinned and bit down on his lip. 'Oh, you like that, huh?' he asked and placed his hands on your waist.

'Mhm,' you hummed and moved your hands over his exposed chest, 'I like how dangerous you look right now.'

'Yeah?' Sihtric husked as he leaned in again, then whispered, 'you're such a dirty little slut for me, aren't you?'

'Only for you,' you said with a cheeky smile.

Sihtric sat back up, quickly flipped you over on the sofa and pushed your skirt up. You gasped and grabbed onto a pillow as you felt him enter you, and you only barely adjusted when he started to fuck you hard. Ragged breaths and moans left your lips while your hair was pulled, and you felt his hand hold a firm grip on your hip as he pounded into you.

'So good,' Sihtric moaned behind you, 'you take me so fucking good, baby girl.'

You moaned, not able to bring out anything sensible as he claimed you on that couch, and a soft scream of pleasure slipped out when he spanked your ass. Sihtric chuckled and leaned in as he fucked you deep, and he yanked your head slightly up by your hair. 

'Yeah, that's right,' he husked in your ear, and grazed your skin with his teeth, 'scream for me, sweetheart. You don't know how fucking hard that makes me.'

He continued to rut into you with a beastial pace, until tears ran down your cheeks while you smiled with your eyes closed.

'F-feel so… g-good,' you murmured into the pillow, 'S-Sihtric, p-please.'

'So good to me,' Sihtric moaned as his pace became sloppy, 'your pussy is so fucking good,' he spanked you again and as you screamed out his name, he came inside you with a heavy growl.

'I'll treat you well for the rest of your life,' Sihtric whispered as he held you in his strong arms, your naked body pressed against his warm, bare chest, 'I promise.'

'Hm, I can't wait,' you whispered, tiredly, 'I love you.'

'I love you too, baby,' he kissed your cheek and softly raked his tattooed fingers through your hair, 'can't wait to marry you, sweetheart. Can't wait to move far away from this cursed town, taking you with me. Just you. You're all I need.'

'I can't wait either,' you smiled and turned to face him, 'but… when?'

'Next year, baby,' Sihtric said and traced your cheek with his fingertips, 'I promise. I'm saving up and I'm going to sell my dad's house soon too. We'll use the money to get out of here.' 

He lifted your chin gently and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, then nuzzled your nose slowly.

'I'm going to give you everything you want, I promise,' he whispered and pecked your lips several times.

You giggled and Sihtric squeezed you in his arms, and the sound of his soft laugh in your ear made your knees weak.

'I'm so in love with you, it's embarrassing,' you laughed as you played with his hair, 'I've never felt this way for anyone.'

'Good,' Sihtric smiled, 'because you're all mine, love.'

You hummed in agreement and cuddled for a little longer before you spoke again.

'How are you doing though?' you asked, 'with your father recently passing?'

'Fine, really,' Sihtric shrugged, and his face turned stone cold, 'was never close with him anyway. Can't wait to sell the house so at least some good will come from it.'

You had nothing to say to that. Before the silence became awkward, you told him how you heard about the warning to stay indoors when you came over earlier that night,

'It's the same every year,' Sihtric chuckled and leaned his face against yours, 'every year we are supposed to be afraid of some serial killer, who never gets caught. Honestly,' he snorted, 'I think it's just a ghost story.'

'Really?' you frowned, 'you don't believe it's true?'

'What? Some creep stands in someone's garden, lurking inside the house for hours, without being seen?' Sihtric scoffed, 'no, I don't believe it, it sounds made up.'

'I guess,' you mumbled.

'Do you?'

'What?'

'Believe the story?'

'Maybe,' you confessed, 'I mean, I think it could be real.'

'Does it scare you?' Sihtric asked as he continued to rake his fingers carefully through your hair while leaving soft, openmouthed kisses on your neck and shoulders.

'Maybe,' you whispered and closed your eyes at the feeling of his lips on your skin, 'I mean, it's the perfect night to commit murder. No one would notice it, and that's a bit scary.'

'Don't be scared,' Sihtric whispered, 'the story goes that the killer only kills couples, or those who caught him, and he has to silence those. And I promise you we're not getting killed tonight, sweetheart,' he chuckled softly and kissed your lips, 'in fact, the only thing we'll do tonight is fuck.'

After you both fully came down from your highs again, for a third time that night, Sihtric suggested getting cleaned up and you agreed. Sihtric got up from the sofa, his face still stained with blood and his coverall hung on his hips after he had slipped his arms out of the suit, completely exposing his toned arms and chest. You kissed him passionately again before you walked through the hauntinly large and quiet house, and you followed Sihtric up the stairs as he held your hand. 

'Oh, shit,' he said once upstairs, 'I forgot to lock the door, hold on, I'll be back in a sec, sweetheart. The bathroom is over there,' he pointed towards a door and kissed your cheek before he sprinted down the stairs.

You walked into the large, marble tiled bathroom, looking for towels and a robe to get comfortable in, but you couldn't find any. You decided you would sneak into one of the bedrooms, surely these rich people had a fancy robe somewhere, you figured. You snuck into one of the rooms, switched on the lights as you looked around the room, and then you froze. With big eyes and a stomach that turned upside down you stared at the blood. 

So… much… blood. 

You jumped a step back and covered your mouth to silence yourself when you noticed you had stepped in the blood, which trailed from your feet all the way up to the bed, on which the owners of the house were presented, sitting up with their backs against the headboard and with multiple fatal stab wounds. You felt dizzy and couldn't control your shaking body, and then you suddenly heard Sihtric's voice in your ear.

'Oh, sweetheart,' he sighed quietly. He trailed his fingers down your arms, sending a shiver down your spine, and he circled his arms around you.

'Why? Hm?' Sihtric whispered, 'why'd you go here, baby? You know what I have to do now, right? Do you know what you're going to make me do now?' he spun you around and pushed your back against the wall, 'I have to kill you now, love, you understand that, right?' he towered over you as you stared up at him, terrified and sick with disgust when you realised the blood on his face and clothes was real.

'You weren't supposed to see that,' Sihtric whispered, 'fuck, sweetheart. I really liked you,' he clicked his tongue, 'I didn't want it to end like this.'

You couldn't speak. You felt paralyzed with fear, but found a sudden strength when Sihtric took a step back, and you kicked him in his crotch. He stumbled backwards, and as he laughed, you decided to run. You ran as fast as you could, out of the room, nearly slipping in the blood on the floor and you screamed as loud as you possibly could. Sihtric cursed and composed himself again, then began the chase. You ran down the stairs and as you glanced back over your shoulder, you saw Sihtric step out of the bedroom.

'Don't run, sweetheart,' he chuckled, 'you're going to make me enjoy this more than I should.'

You screamed for help as you ran towards the front door, desperately pulling and pushing the handle, but you couldn't open it.

'Awh,' Sihtric pouted, then laughed as calmly walked down the stairs, 'silly girl, you forgot I just went to lock the door?'

'G-get away from me!' you screamed and ran into the kitchen, to the backdoor.

'Get away from you?' Sihtric yelled after you as he calmly followed you, the bloodied sleeves of his coverall dragging over the floor behind him, as the clothing still hung around his hips, 'I thought you loved me?' he laughed.

You tried to open the backdoor, but to no avail. Instead you screamed for help again and banged on the glass door, but nothing happened and no one seemed to hear you. You ran through another door as Sihtric entered the kitchen, and he stopped to pick out a large knife from the counter, then continued his chase. He smiled when he realised you ran into the study, knowing there was only one other way out, and he made his way to that door while you tried to open the windows inside the study, again without any luck. 

You cried, tears ran down your cheeks as desperation started to take over. You saw another door to your left and ran to it. You felt relieved when it opened, but as you ran through it, Sihtric grabbed your arm and shoved you hard against the wall. You screamed as Sihtric held the knife to your throat, and you sobbed out loud.

'Stop screaming!' Sihtric snarled. He leaned his forehead against yours and then spoke calmly, 'You're making my cock hard again like that.'

'P-please,' you whimpered, 'S-sihtric-'

'Shh-shh,' he hushed you, 'just be quiet for me now, baby, okay? Will you be quiet for me? I mean, surely you don't want anyone to hear us now, do you, love?' he grinned.

You let out another sob, but then you suddenly heard cop sirens approach down the street. And a sudden relief sparked in your eyes.

'Oh, no, no,' Sihtric chuckled and grabbed your chin, 'they're not coming for us. No one knows we're here, sweetheart.'

But Sihtric didn't know the neighbours across the street had called the cops when they noticed the lights were on in the house. The neighbours knew that the couple who lived there was supposed to be out of town that weekend, and figured something was wrong, as they never had anyone look after their house.

 So when the cops banged on the door, Sihtric froze for a split second.

And you used that second to elbow him in the face and snatch the knife out of his hands. You stabbed Sihtric in his thigh, who groaned at the feeling, and you screamed in horror at your own doing. You jumped away from Sihtric as he laughed like a maniac, and pulled the knife out of his own thigh. Apparently you missed a vital artery.

The cops banged on the doors and you screamed again, louder, making sure they heard you. And as the cops attempted to kick open the front door, Sihtric zipped up his coverall and grabbed his bloody Michael Myers mask off a cabinet, and he turned to face you.

'See you next Halloween, baby,' Sihtric winked with a smile and blew you a kiss, then he calmly walked into the study as he put on the mask.

And when the cops finally broke down the front door,  you pointed them into the direction Sihtric had left in, but they told you the study was empty.

Sihtric only left a bloody handprint behind on the window, which he had climbed out of before he disappeared into the night, once again not caught.

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[slutty-transformation-stories]

Corrupt Girlfriend part 6

Day 5

You wake up and look around for Ashley. You find her on her phone again.

you know your girlfriend is a whore, you're excited to check the cameras you installed to see what else she does when your gone.

So you excitedly get ready for work kiss her good bye and then leave for work.

A while later you get a text

Hey babe, Im going to be busy for a couple of hours, so I won't be able to talk!

Damn, that's alright. I'll talk to you when I get home then!

Thank you for understanding i miss you!

I think it's time to check the cameras you smirk to yourself and make your way to the office toilets.

You open up the cameras on your phone and check the front door. You See a Man Enter your home.

You think he is her ex from that video,

Your girlfriend is in that dress you just got a picture of.

You check the bedroom camera

They are half undressed laying on your bed

She grabs hold of his cock and slowly starts stroking him

Shes treating him like royalty

She voluntarily moves down, kissing his tone body

Her head reaches to the level of his cock

She starts licking the head

Its not long until you watch her head start bobbing partly down his thick cock

She keeps going at at a perfect pace you can see her looking up for his reaction

You see, her ex starts to jerk his pelvis, slightly humping her mouth

Finally..

Shes not satisfied yet

He never seems to never lose an erection

She climbs on top of him

To get what she really wanted

never wearing a condom

She Makes his cock hit every place she wanted

He starts to help by thrusting into her as she grinds on him

You see her in extacy

They pick up the pace, yet again, he wraps his arm around her leg

Hes playing with her clit and penetrating her pussy roughly.

Shes Screeming But you can't hear any of it

She then starts to go crazy

shes cumming and shaking on him

She is stuck in an orgasm state for what she feels for over a minute until she falls over onto the bed, shivering.

You decide to finish work early, and you race home. Upon arrival.You Hear Loud Moaning From the bedroom.

"Muffled Crying*"

*muffled Speaking*

"YES YES YES, UGhhh,"

You slowly sneak up the stairs, making your way to your bedroom. You hear her crying from the doorway

"Oh my god, oh my god!"

"Who owns you?"

*smack*

"MmM, you do! You are the best! HMmmm"

You look through the crack in the door

Hes still fucking her like he did all day

Your girlfriend looks like shes in love. Her pussy is coated and filled with the cum he has shot in her all day

"OH god, im all yours, but I need you to hurry. My boyfriend is coming home soon."

"pft what a lucky man"

She turns around

"He is.. but so are you fuck me before its too late"

He wastes no time

He's pounding into her

Her cum fluid mix is dripping out of her pussy

"OH god, UHgh,"

"OH god, im cuming"

"Im not done."

He puts her on top of himself for one last fuck. Shes a whore..

"OH god, I love it. You're so good. Hhhh,"

"Im filling you up now!"

"Thank you so much, sir."

"Okay, let's go"

He exits the room first

"Hey man"

He bumps your shoulder and leaves

You look back for your girlfriend. although she knows your kinks. She has a slightly guilty look on her face.

"Hey baby.. I've been bad."

She starts to reveal what she has been doing all day

"Sorry, I got a little carried away."

"No its okay, I saw it all"

"We didn't have sex very long, but it was really good."

Why is she lying?

"No its okay but I think i need a turn now"

"Ugh, sorry, I'm all stretched out and in pain."

She gives you a smirk

"Why dont I tell you about the plans we have for tomorrow! I'll even help you with your problem."

"Yes ma'am"

She starts to stroke your cock over her cum filled panties

"Well.. as he was fucking me he told me That He showed my photos to his friend."

The thought of this stanger interested in your girlfriend excites you

Shes playing with you cock

"Oh, interesting.."

"I know, his friend wants to meet me. Im sure hes interested."

"Definitely."

"Luckily, my ex offered to introduce me"

She starts stroking you faster

She wispers in your ear

"Wouldnt that be fun baby"

You start to orgasm

She watches your cock trobbing against her underwear

She giggles

"I think thats a yes!"

You both clean up and then lay down to go to sleep

#corruption #dumb thicc #phat ass white girl #dumbification #bimboification #brainwashed #mind conditioning #cheating sex #bimbo doll #cheating woman

[waitmyturtles]

WELL???? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE THE REST OF MY DAY AFTER THAT????

I Feel You Linger in the Air, episode 11:

I didn't write about episode 10 last week due to life circumstances; I know my dear friends @lurkingshan and @neuroticbookworm took issue with the ways in which pieces of the narrative from episode 9 were left on the ground. I was feeling basic last week and enjoyed the soapy drama arcs, but I do agree with Shan and NBW that last week's episode was a touch watery and wanting.

NOT THIS ONE.

THIS EPISODE? Y'all know I've been mostly watching older series this year. Of NEW series that I've watched this year? With the caveat that I haven't watched La Pluie yet, this episode 11 of IFYLITA may be the single best episode of a new series I've seen this year. WHY?

Tee Bundit let this story tell itself. No interference. He let Nonkul and Bright take the lift, and tell the script TO US. THEY ARE CIPHERS. They let the emotion of this moment, the MOMENT THEY ARE HOLDING ON TO AS YAI AND JOM, TELL THIS STORY.

MY GOD. THE ROOM WE HAD TO EXPLORE ALL OF THE EMOTIONS.

Oh god! Every time they met together, the controlled intensity, the KNOWING of the time they had left, and still! Yai flirting with Jom in the bed as Jom is drawing his portrait! We coulda had tears! No, Yai just jumped him instead!

Jom sees Yai standing in the garden! Back hug, chin snuggle! These two are ENJOYING ALL OF THEIR EMOTIONS TOGETHER, knowing what little time they have left. They are not leaving ANYTHING on the table in terms of their interactions. They're not gonna sit in the corner and sob! THEY WILL LIVE AND LOVE THE REST OF THEIR DAYS TOGETHER.

That dance scene. The leaning in. The emotion of foreheads touching. The achievement of Jom to get a moment of equality for the house servants, to not work, to be friends all together in one room, to transcend caste and wealth, to be accepting of Yai and Jom's love, Jom coordinating for Yai a moment where Yai can be out and safe, as Jom was in his future life, around people that love them together.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

Also, god. The Eaung Paeng storyline. As a mom, I am gritting my teeth and hoping for the DAMN best for EP, because she deserves the best. I do not want anything happening to EP. 1928 -- not necessarily a year I think of as a high point for women's healthcare. Carrying the baby of a man you hate? Probably the worst-case life scenario I could possibly think of.

Shit, y'all, this episode took me OUT. @slayerkitty! I don't easily cry at shows, but I SOBBED.

I'm just blubbering. Best work I've ever seen by Tee Bundit, and I've seen almost all of it this year. Episode 12 will be hard to top; if it doesn't top this episode, I can't exactly blame Tee, because this was an artistic HEIGHT.

P.S. @lurkingshan IS RIGHT. This will TAKE YOU OUT if you're an Eternal Yesterday/Eien no Kinou girlie like me.

#i feel you linger in the air #ifylita #i feel you linger in the air meta #this wasn't meta this was screaming praise #absolute yelping #when dramas HIT they HIT don't they? #THIS SHIT HIT #eternal yesterday #eien no kinou

[insidethebarrier]

The Sweetest Man Ever

In through the nose, out through the mouth.  Whitney thinks to herself as she curls into a ball next to her sleeping husband. This has got to help

Unfortunately, fetal position is no match for excruciating cramps that are invading her lower abdomen. God, I hate this shit. 

Reluctantly, she throws the sheets off of her and gets out of bed to fetch a glass of water. Her pain is so intense that she begins to feel nauseous. She hunches over in the kitchen and barely makes it to the couch with her water. 

She hugs her legs to her chest and begins silently sobbing into her knees. Being a woman fucking sucks. Eventually she lays her head on the cushions.

To her surprise, a giant figure emerges from the darkness after some time. 

"Darling?" Her husband calls out in a raspy voice. "What are you doing?"

Whitney sits up when she sees him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."

When Henry gets close enough, he notices that his wife had been crying. "What's wrong?"

"I can't sleep. My cramps are so bad and I've already maxed out on medication for the day," she explains. 

"Oh sweetheart," Henry sits down beside her and rubs her back. "I'm sorry." I hate seeing her like this. I wish I could take her pain away. 

"You don't have to stay up with me baby. I'll come back in a bit." Whitney says. 

Henry kisses the top of her head. "I don't sleep well without you. I'll sleep where you sleep."

Whitney rests her head on his shoulder. He is an angel.  "I love you,"

Henry positions himself upright on the short end of the sectional. Whitney crawls to him and rests her head on his lap. He begins fondling her hair immediately. 

"Why don't you get back on birth control?" Henry asked after a few minutes "It would help regulate things more and decrease your discomfort."

Whitney rubs his thigh. "I can't honey. You know that."

"I just hate seeing you like this, especially when there is something to fix it." He explains running his fingers through her dark locks. 

"I'm having enough trouble getting pregnant as it is. We won't ever have a baby if I go back on it."

Henry is silent for a minute. He curls a piece of her hair around his finger. "You don't know that."

"I do. Johnse women have a hard time conceiving." Whitney begins playing with a loose thread in Henry's pajama pants.

"Your mother didn't. She had 5 kids." 

"My mother isn't a Johnse, baby. My grandmother barely had my dad and my sister is sterile," Whitney turns her face towards him. 

Henry hopes Whitney can't see his glassy eyes in the poorly lit room. "You're right darling. It was a stupid idea. I'm sorry."  How could I have been so insensitive?

The next morning, Whitney wakes up alone in her bed. Henry must have carried me up here last night. She gets out of bed, walks to the bathroom and is instantly reminded of the tremendous pain she was in last night. 

She reaches under the counter in search of a tampon and she picks up the bottle of Mitol to learn that it was empty. You've got to be fucking kidding me. 

She turns and heads to the medicine cabinet looking for Alieve to use as a substitute, but it looks like Henry took the last of it a few days ago. 

This enrages Whitney. Not because Henry took the last of the pills, but because she had to run to the store unmedicated to buy more. She angrily gets dressed and throws a ball cap on her head instead of brushing her hair then trudges down the stairs. 

Just as she reaches the bottom of the staircase, Henry opens the front door and comes in with a bunch of stuff in his hands. 

"Good morning," Henry says when he notices her. "I was hoping to set all this up before you woke up."

"Set what up?" Whitney asks curiously. It was then that she noticed what her husband was carrying.

Henry sets down everything he was holding and shows it to her one by one. 

"I got you flowers," He says handing them to her "Wild ones, your favorite. And chocolate, to make you feel better. And drum roll please," Henry pulls out 2 pints of frozen deliciousness. "Ice cream. Strawberry and  chocolate,"

Whitney smiles as she smells the flowers. They remind her of her childhood.

"I noticed you were out of your medicine so I bought you more," he pulls out a bottle of Mitol "I also got some Alieve because I finished those off the other day."

Whitney doesn't know what to do with herself. She hugs Henry before he can get another word out. "Thank you," Is all she says.

Henry kisses the top of her head. "I've got one more thing. I know how much you love cold pizza in the morning so," He shows her a box of pizza. She squeals. "It's not cold yet. I haven't had time to put it in the fridge-"

Whitney jumps on top of him and covers him in kisses. "You are the sweetest man in the world. I think I just might have to keep you forever."

"I might just like that," Henry says softly.

#henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x female ofc #henry cavill x ofc

[buckgasms]

Ok so I just finished rereading your “Bucky with the Good Hair” fic for probably the 1000th time and thought of something so filthy that hopefully you might like to imagine. But maybe Bucky accidentally gets the reader’s cum in his long hair so for the rest of the day he constantly smells the reader on him and it keeps him so horny. So after that he is always trying to have the reader cum on his hair. This definitely is a little bit out there but I love the idea of Bucky being absolutely feral for his S/O and I am very biased to Bucky with the good hair! Lol ;)

Omg Nonnie you naaasty and I LOVE IT. You have lured me in because I too am naaaasty and this is what we do here. Also, I'm so glad you like 'Bucky with the Good Hair' ❤️🥹 that makes me so happy.

Ok let's get into it... Lumberbuck is baaack 🪵

Warnings: I'll be honest I took the word 'feral' and went with it. Oral (f receiving), squirting, fingering, all the pet names, p in v, a little bit of overstim and cockwarming.

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Bucky had woken you up as he often did, head buried between your thighs licking, sucking and fingering you towards a beautiful start to the morning.

As your back arched on the bed you somehow caught a glimpse of the clock on your bedside. "Shit Bucky....mmmhm... It's 8:05, you're gonna be late for work" you panted, dreading the thought of him leaving you again without finishing. "Not a problem baby" he growled and thrust another finger in, beckoning quickly as you howled and clawed at the sheets. "Just let go sweetie, come on baby, show me what you got."

He was answered with your long moan and as you clenched around him, he sucked hard of your clit and you drenched his face and hair. "Oh my god, Bucky" you groaned and flopped back. You glanced up and saw him retying his hair up, and watched as he pulled on a pair of jeans and T-shirt before kissing you goodbye.

"You can't go to work with my.... Me on your face Bucky" you laughed in surprise. He just kissed you again and left for the day.

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As he worked in the hot sun, Bucky was being utterly tormented. His hair kept slipping from its ponytail and little strands of hair, that still smelt of you surrounded him.

As he sweated away, hacking at wood he was transported back to the morning buried between your legs. He could have stayed there forever, listening to the pretty sounds you made, the taste of you so sweet and delicious. He gripped his axe tighter and cracked a log in half in one swing.

"Damn Barnes, you mad or something?" Sam chuckled "what did it ever do to you?"

Bucky had to laugh as he took a break, but still you were all around him. If only this day would end and he could have his way with you.

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You were hanging up some washing on the line outside when you heard Bucky's car approaching down the dirt track. You thought he seemed to be driving a bit quicker than normal but perhaps he had had a tough day?

You watched him pull up, his eyes were fixed on you, and you were almost nervous at what was on his mind. He stalked out of his car and pulled you into him.

"I've been surrounded by you all day baby. Been driving me insane, I gotta have you right now..." You giggled as he lifted you up and wrapped your arms around him. "What do you mean Bucky?" He growled as you pressed kisses to his nose and forehead.

"You're in my hair baby, your beautiful scent just driving me nuts. Been hard all fucking day, need to stretch you out sweetheart."

You moaned as he carried you up the steps on to the decking but let out a gasp as he placed you down on the sunlounger. "Can't we go inside?" You laughed as he pushed your sundress upwards and ripped your underwear off. "Nope" he said, popping his 'p' and pushed your legs up so your ankles were almost around your ears. "Told ya, need you now."

He was a man possessed and you were just there for the ride. It never took you long to get ready for him, but watching him spit on your pussy and rub his cock over your folds had you getting there pretty quickly.

He sank his cock into you and groaned. "Oh my god Bucky... So big... Fuck" you sighed out, breath catching in your throat as he set a steady, rough pace. "You see what you do to me baby? See how crazy you make me, can't fucking control myself." His hands gripped your hips and pulled you down to meet his thrusts, sending him deeper, making your eyes roll back in your head. All that could leave your mouth were curses and his name, and even that felt like a struggle.

"Taking me so well sweetness, fuck, squeezing me so nice" he leaned forward, his teeth scraping your skin, and he left a trail of hickeys all over your chest. You wrapped your arms back around him and brought him in to kiss you.

He kissed you hard almost stealing your breath from you. He was the most wild you had seen him for a while, but you loved it, knowing just your scent had driving him this crazy was nothing short of an ego boost.

"Gonna come for me huh? You wanna show me what a good girl you are?" He pounded harder, and you snaked a hand down to rub at your clit, pleasure shooting through you, making your toes curl and you walls squeezed around his thick cock.

He raised himself a little and you could both watch as your pussy coated his cock with release, making you both groan, your fingers digging into his shoulder.

He kept himself inside you, reveling in the way you kept pulsing around him. He dropped his head against yours, and you kissed him, letting your legs drop a little to rest on his hips. "God you're just everywhere baby, can't get enough of ya" he sinks in a little making you whine. "Bucky, need a break please" you pouted and he kissed you.

"You've got as long as it takes to get to bed and I'm having you again." You squealed as he helped you get to standing and then spanked your ass to get you moving.

Safe to say, you may or may not purposefully mess up Bucky's bun most mornings....

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Not that other anon but please please pleaseeee more bottom!Eddie headcanons! I will give you all my possessions! Could be how Eddie's boyfriend gives aftercare and back rubs. But also how Eddie is when his boyfriend is rough

Eddie Munson NSFW headcanons part 4 oh my god

Male reader

Part one

Part two

Part three

An: it's a never ending cycle.

WOMEN DNI

Surprisingly, enjoys aftercare a lot. It makes him feel loved and cared for. Like what you two just did is meaningful.

I mentioned before that he looks like a cat to me, and I'm going to stick with this to the end.

He will literally purr if you pet his hair after a hot and rough session.

And also will fall asleep incredibly quick after a session.

He loves cuddling in general, but post-sex cuddles are forever number one in his heart.

Aftercare is also his way of getting your attention.

"Baby, please massage my hips... I don't think I'll be able to walk for the next two days.."

Always will tell you about how he felt, what he liked and what he didn't. Like a review. A sex review.

That sounds like a nice name for a fanfiction tho

Anyways, I know damn well that's not what you horny mfers came here for.

He enjoys you being rough. Really rough.

Brat tame him by pulling his hair and making him count how many times you can make him cum in one hour.

Eddie loves the feeling of being pressed against a bed, sandwiched between your hot, heavy body and the mattress, while you absolutely pound him.

If you get completely into it, and start calling him names into his ear, sends him over the edge almost immediately.

"You're such a dirty fucking slut, and all for me, right? No one's allowed to have you like this but me."

"Oh Jesus, Y/N... Hah... Oh my god, yes, yes I am, oh fuck!"

You found this out on accident, but Eddie's really into choking. The sensation of being almost passed out while you're stretching him out from the inside is almost heavenly.

The accident involved you accidentally pressing his face again a pillow without noticing, being too carried away from your own pleasure.

You haven't noticed until his hand started desperately slapping you in your backside. You quickly pulled him up, checking up on him.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry darling, are you-"

"Do it again."

He says, while drool is dripping down his chin, looking at you with blown eyes.

"Sorry, what? Eddie, are you alright?"

"That was so fucking hot, Y/N... Please do it again."

But you settle on you just choking him with your hand around his throat, that was you could easily see if it's getting too much.

Still, it has him trembling and drooling every time.

Especially is he's restrained and feeling completely helpless.

He can't help it, it just feels too great, the way you're completely taking control of his pleasure.

But if he's in a good mood, he will spread himself out on his own, like a good, obedient pretty boy he is on the good days.

And also will politely ask for it himself.

"Please, Y/N, I've been so good today."

He'll say while rubbing up and down your torso.

"I've already prepared myself for you and your big, thick... Personality."

Eddie chuckles, as one of his hands dives down, rubbing your clothed member.

"Please, go as hard as you can, I want to be claimed by you... To not be able to walk for the next couple of days... I love it so much, oh my god."

How can you reject him?

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A/N = I genuinely don't know what's up with me and wearing Gojo's clothes. But I took this several steps too far, probably. And I like ettt.

C/W = mild pouting, stroking of ego, strap-on/dildo, blowing dildo, ass fingering, rim job, anal sex (f -> m), cross dressing, teeny bit of masturbation, edging, big ass O.

under the cut 🔞 MDNI 🔞 NSFW under the cut

WC = +4k (not by much, though)

Fairest of them All

Finally making your way into Gojo's penthouse apartment carrying all of the bags in from shopping, you see him sitting at the breakfast bar. He's sitting kind of hunched over the black and gold marble countertop and nursing an amber-colored drink. He barely looks like himself; his eyes aren't quite as sparkly, and his chest isn't stuck out with the pride he usually harbors. And he's wearing his cheapest pair of sweatpants (the poly/cotton blend!).

"Heyyy, Baby. What ya doing?" You ask him, tentatively. You've only seen him like this one other time and to this day, he refuses to admit what happened. Though you did your best to convince him that it DOES happen to every man at some point, it was bound to happen to him sooner or later, it doesn't make him less of a man, you still love him fiercely and something so seemingly trivial shouldn't get to someone so beautiful and confident.

He told you to fuck off after you gave him the speech. But in the same breath, he said he was sorry, he loved you, too, and then he went down on you for an hour and a half to make himself feel better.

You rubbed your hands up and down his back, dipping your fingers into the places you know to be his most ticklish spots. But you got no response. He didn't even tell you to stop.

"Satoru? Are you ok? Oh, oh shit. Did the credit card company call again and say there was suspicious activity on it? I thought you talked to–"

He slid the now empty glass from one hand to the other. "No," he interrupted you, "s'not that. Not the credit card. Something else." He put his cheek on the cool surface of the counter.

"Oh, my Baby. C'mere. Tell me what's wrong." He accepted your arms around him and you peppered his face and neck with slow, but deep kisses.

And he sighed like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. "Don't wanna talk 'bout it." He put his face in your cleavage and took a breath in. "You, you smell really good. Like, really fuckin' good." He sniffed around on you like he was trying to bust you for something he'd thought you'd done. "Is that, *sniff* orange and *sniff sniff*, orange and vanilla?"

You clapped for him like you were his biggest cheerleader. "Yes! Oh, Baby, you have the nose of a bloodhound!"

He pushed you away. "What? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Are you suggesting I look like some dopey ass dog? Wow, y/n. You can be so mean sometimes!"

You stood there completely flabbergasted by his outburst. And you didn't know what needed to be addressed first: the fact that he couldn't take the compliment or that he thought you were calling him a dog.

"OH-K! What in the hell is going on with you right now? I left you in bed this morning, and you were fine. Now you're jumping all over my ass about every little thing, and I wanna know why, Gojo!"

"Nothing's going on with me," he muttered as he crossed his arms over his chest, his face turned down into a pout. "Nothing."

You tried not to let your exasperation show. "Baby, I've known you for 1 1/2 years now, and not once have you ever been like this. I've seen you upset before, I've seen you mad, I've seen you disappointed, but I've never seen you... Oh, my god. Did you start your period?" You couldn't hide the smirk that was creeping across your soft pink lips.

"THAT ... that is so mature, y/n. So mature. It's not funny at all. Fuck, why can't you take me seriously?"

Now, you couldn't hold back. You burst out laughing at him and he sat there sulking, his pout becoming more prominent.

"I'm sorry but what is the matter! You're acting like the last ice cream cone on earth fell at your feet!"

"I said I don't want to talk about it."

You walked to him and took his face into your hands. "Look, whatever it is, it's bothering you, and that bothers me, so we're going to talk about it. I'm going to go put my new clothes away. Do you want to come in the bedroom with me? I'll give you a little show ... hm? C'mon. It might cheer you up."

You smiled warmly at your crazy boyfriend and grabbed your bags. Dragging him by the waistband of his sweatpants, the two of you went into the master bedroom.

"This won't work, y'know," Gojo said with no tone in his voice at all. "I can already guess what you bought. I already know what colors you got everything in. Jus', jus' let me go be misera– shit."

Your face lit up as if you cracked the code to some horrific crime. Unbeknownst to you, it was far worse. "AHA! I knew it was something!" As soon as you said that, you regretted your words. "I'm sorry for yelling that. But you can't hide stuff like this from me, ok? I know you. Now. Why don'cha have a little seaty seat on the bed here and I'll show you what you got me. Ok, baby?" You picked up his hands and made them clap. He was dead weight.

The white-haired man looked like a child who just got in trouble. His head was hanging, and his long, almost translucent lashes were brushing against his pink, flustered cheeks. "Fine. But I'm not gonna enjoy this."

You giggled. "Oh, but I think you might." Taking off all of your clothes except for your thong, you put the bags on the bed and started to dig through all of your new stuff.

Pulling out a black silk hooded crop top, you lower it over your head. It felt so soft against your bare skin. You walked to Gojo and stuck your breasts in his face.

"Touch. It's so soft. Feel it. Feel me." He reached out and touched the sleeve.

"Mhmm. That's nice. Very silky." He couldn't have cared less. It was unusual for him not to be into the texture of your clothing. He was a very tactile man. He loved touching whatever type of fabric you were wearing. Always commenting on how it accentuated your curves; eyes; ass; lips. Any and every aspect.

"Ok, ok, ok. Here. You'll like this one! Hold on ..." You found the pleated mini skirt slipped your legs through it and turned your back to Gojo to zip it up for you. "Welllll? Pretty, right?"

He looked up at you with no expression. "Nice choice of words. Really, really nice."

"You don't think I'm pretty in th–"

"Why do you keep saying that word? Pretty pretty pretty. Enough already. My god." He threw himself back on the bed and sighed.

You sat down on the bed, folding your legs beneath you."Y'know, Satoru, Baby. You're pretty, too." You began rubbing his thigh. He lifted his head a little and looked you in the eye.

"I'm – ya think? I'm pretty, too?" He moved up a bit more and propped himself on his elbows. "W–what about me is pretty?" What the hell is going on? Satoru Gojo was nothing, if not overly confident. The man never needed reassurance. He was his biggest supporter. His own #1. King of his castle.

"Oh, geez, where do I start! You're sooo tall. You just tower over me and make me feel so little. And ... and safe! You make me feel safe all the time." You massaged his leg with a bit more pressure.

"Bah, everyone knows I'm tall. Try again."

"Your hair is like the clouds in the sky, or, or the snow! And I love how soft and white and fluffy it is. So unique. So soft. I love how you let me wrap my fingers in it and pull your head between my legs. Your pretty face is the only one allowed there, Gojo."

"I, I do have nice hair. That's that a little better. Keep going." Your hand moved to the very top of his thigh. "And whatever you're doing here, I'm not in the mood. So don't get your hopes up, y/n."

"Of course, my pretty boy. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Now, where was I? Ah, yes, ok. Your eyes are like ... like diamonds! All sparkly and bright when they light up whenever you talk about something interesting to you. You're so beautiful!"

You threw your left leg over his hips to straddle him, and you leaned over to put your face next to his. "And your cock. You've got the nicest cock I've ever seen. It's so long and thick. It feels so, so good when you're pounding into me." You shivered. Half out of excitement for talking about his cock when it was just beneath you and half to shake Gojo out of whatever slump he'd found himself in.

"Yeah, You do love my cock, y/n."

"Mmhmm! It feels so good when you tease me with it. When you just put your fat tip in me. It drives me cray-zee!" You ground your barely covered cunt on him when you broke the word 'crazy' syllables apart into two. "Fuck, 'Toru. Please tell me what's wrong?"

He lifted his hands and put them on your exposed thighs and gave them a hard squeeze.

"I, ah fuck. Idon'tfeelprettytoday! There! Are you happy now? I. Don't. Feel. Pretty. Today. All spelled out for you. Shit."

Your eyes glazed over, and you tilted your head as you looked at one of the most beautiful people you've ever had the pleasure of looking at.

"YOU, SATORU FUCKING GOJO, DON'T FEEL PRETTY? My beautiful baby boy. You are the prettiest, most sexy person I know. Tell me ... how can I fix this for you. Because I won't sit by for another second and not take action while you're feeling this way. What do you want? Anything. I'll do anything for you."

He smiled. So small that anyone else would've missed it. But you saw it begin to spread over his pouty lips. His eyes gradually trailed over to the strap-on harness hanging from the chaise lounge in front of the window. He ran his hands up under your skirt and snapped the thong on your sensitive skin. When you jumped and said ow, you swear you felt his cock move just a little. He's feeling better.

"Is that what you want, baby? You want me to make you feel real pretty, hm? Well, why didn't ya just say so from the start, my beautiful princess." You kissed him on his nose and climbed off of him to get the harness.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah, Satoru? What is it?"

"Can I, uhm. Can I, ahhh, can I have a drink, too? Before we ... ahem. You know."

You stopped your warm-up thrusting into the air with the navy blue dildo attached to your hips. "Gojo. Are you ... are you nervous? Baby, we've done this a thousand times before. What's different about this time?"

You started jerking off the fake cock that stood fully hard before you. Something ... something about it just felt good. You didn't know if it was the shy pink color Gojo had turned. Whether it was his hesitancy about letting you proceed to fuck him in the ass. You were getting wet, though.

"No! No, nothing's different. I'm not nervous. Nervous? Me? Ha ha, no. You're hilarious."

"Satoru, don't lie. Do not lie to me. If there's something on your mind, just say it. Otherwise, I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before." You were coming off as a little too invested in this. Too excited to jam him full of your 'cock.' Not that you aren't generally excited to peg him. But today was so difficult to pinpoint the energy of the space. Something was off and it was making your heart race and your pussy drip.

"Ok, ok. I'm a little nervous. Is that a problem?" He was starting to lose his edge. The more you tried to coax him out, the more he was willing to submit to you.

"Baby. I promise I'll make you feel so good. You'll forget all about your problems, yeah? Let me ... do this for you." What the fuck had come over you, talking like some sleazy asshole predator in a dive bar. But it was too late. You were into it.

"I have an idea, 'Toru. Stay right there, ok?" He nodded nervously. You went into the walk-in closet and found some of his clothes to put on.

You took off your crop top and skirt and slipped into one of his black t-shirts and black pants. The pants had to be a pair of his ankle pants because he's so much taller than you. But you made it work. He had a rack of sunglasses from which you picked a random pair. They were all sexy.

One last thing before you stepped back out in the room; you plugged the dildo into place and made your grand entrance.

"Ta-da!"

Gojo was sitting on the bed in the same position you'd left him in.

"Y/n, I–"

"Shhh. Now. I want ... you to," you pulled one of your new bras out of a bag and ripped the price tag off with your teeth. Tossing it in his face, "I want you to wear this. And this." He caught the garter belt in his hand and studied it for a moment.

"Y/n, I, I know how to take these off, but I have no idea how they go on."

"That's ok. I can help. Lay down, pretty boy. C'mon. Put your head up here. Ok, good. Now, let's get your panties on, shall we?"

Gojo looked at you like this was his first time. Technically, you've both never gone so far as to wear each other's clothes. But you were hell-bent on making him feel better. And if that meant stuffing all of him into cute little panties, so be it.

You grabbed a pair of black, lacy cheekies and gently rolled them up his legs. He lifted his hips when you tugged them over his ass. They were snug.

"How does it feel, my precious Gojo?" You asked in a voice that was much deeper than your regular tone.

"F-fine, thanks." He was finally smiling.

"I'm gonna have to put a bra on you, too. Ok?"

"Y–yes."

You found one that matched the panties and brought it back to the bed.

"Arms, please." He complied. "Good boy."

You clasped the bra around his back and slid the straps up his arms. His pale, milky skin was starting to flush with embarrassment.

"How do you feel, Sweetie? Hmm?

"Like I'm pretty."

"You are. And, oh, look at that." You reached behind his neck and unclasped the bra.

"What, what is it? Am I not pretty enough in this?"

"No. Shush. You're perfect, but this has gotta go."

"Oh, ok." He was pouting.

"Because I don't think we need to use a bra today. You won't have much on your chest anyway." You folded the bra and tossed it on his nightstand.

"I don't have much on my chest." He laughed a little.

"Right. And, well, I mean. Unless I wanna play with these." You grabbed his nipples and twisted them between your fingers. "Then, yeah, you'd have a lot on your chest."

"Ah, fuck. Ok. Whatever. Do, do whatever you want." He winced, but you could see how much tighter the panties had gotten on him after you did that.

You smirked at him. "Oh! Baby, I know what I want. I've gotta put a skirt on you. Then we can play."

"A skirt? A skirt, y/n."

Once he was in nothing but the panties and the garter belt, you found the pleated skirt and held it open. "C'mere, lover. Let's shimmy you into this."

Gojo stood up and you helped him put his legs through. It was a short skirt and it rode up his hips so perfectly.

"Now, I'm going to have a seat on the bed. I want you to kneel between my legs. Do it for me, 'Toru. Can you do that for me, Sweetheart?"

"Y-yes."

You sat on the bed and spread your legs wide. The fake cock was sticking straight out, and the sight of him staring at it, eyes nearly begging for it, made your clit tingle.

"Look at how hard my cock is, Satoru. Mm. Come suck it."

Gojo dropped to his knees, almost instantly. "I'm not sure if I'm doing this right, y/n. What do I do?"

"You don't watch me? Just ... like you're trying to such a golf ball through a garden hose." He looked up at you wide-eyed.

"What?? I ... I can't –" You laughed.

"I'm kidding. Just do what you think would feel good to you. You'll figure it out." You brushed the hair from his forehead and lifted his face to yours to kiss him deeply before pushing him back down.

"Mm, thank you, y/n." He kissed the tip and sucked the entire head of the silicone cock into his mouth.

"So fucking sexy, Satoru. Yeah, good job, my sweet boy."

You ran the top of your foot under his balls, increasing the pressure and speed the more he got into sucking 'your cock.'

"Shit. Your mouth feels so good. Ah, that's my pretty little slut, suck it, yeah."

Gojo hummed and closed his eyes, and began taking the fake dick deeper and deeper into his throat.

"Ah, baby, you're taking me so fucking deep. So well. Goddamn it, I love you."

Gojo started to slide his hand up your thigh. As much as you wanted the roles to be reversed, you took his hand in yours and held it gently as he continued to move his mouth up and down on the fake cock.

"Are you getting wet for me, 'Toru? I bet you are. I bet your tight little hole wants me to fuck it, huh? You just say the word, my pretty."

"Nghhh," he mumbled, nodding.

"Use your words. Use them or I'm not fucking you. Do you want me to fuck you, 'Toru?"

He lifted his head from your dick and panted. "Yes! Yes, I want you to fuck me, y/n. Ple‐please! I'm ready for you!"

You stood up and took his hand, guiding him to lay down on the bed.

"You're so cock drunk, it's beautiful."

"Huh?"

"Never mind. Lay down, gorgeous. On your back or hands and knees?"

"I, I don't know. You pick."

"Let's go with on your back. It's not the first time you've taken something big."

"Yes ma'am," he said as he lay back on the plush, scattered pillows.

The skirt was so short that it was pulled up just a few inches. His cock was strained behind the panties, pre-cum wetting the front of them.

You lay between his legs with your hips pressed into his. Rubbing the cock you wore into his, eliciting low moans from deep within his throat.

"F–fuck, baby. That, that feels so fucking good." He growled.

"Do you want me to eat you out? Before I fuck you. Would you like that, Sweetie? Do you want my tongue on your pretty hole?"

"Oh my –" he swallowed hard "oh my god, yes, y/n."

"Ok then. I'm going to have to lift your hips." You slid a pillow underneath his hips.

"Hold the skirt for me, ok, baby?"

"Ok." He nodded.

He lifted his hands and grabbed the skirt by the neatly sewn hem, bunching it up around his waist. "Is this ok?"

"Yes, sweetheart. Perfect."

You hooked your thumbs on the side of the panties and pulled them down to his knees. His cock sprang free, leaking, red, and angry. You took it in your hand and squeezed him tightly.

"Oh! Oh fffuck." He said through a clenched jaw. Throwing his head back in to the pillows he bucked his hips forward. "J–could you, would you please lick me? I swear, just this once while we do this. Just one time ..."

You examined him. His thighs tremble as you breathe heavily on his veined length. You stuck your tongue out and left it just a couple of inches from his needy head.

He grabbed the base of his cock and dragged it across the part of your hot tongue that was the closest to him.

"Fuck, 'Toru. What did I tell you? Did I give you permission to touch yourself?"

"Your tongue was out! It was right there! I ... I thought ..." He looked sad.

"I'll give you one pass, but if you disobey me again, I'm gonna have to put all of this stuff away for another day, ok? And I don't think that would make either of us very happy. Do you?"

He shook his head so hard it made his hair bounce on his forehead.

"That's my good boy. Now, where was I?"

You dipped your head and licked his puckered hole.

"Oh god."

"Shhh. Be a good boy and just try not to cum. If you do, you're going to be in big trouble."

He nodded and bit his lower lip.

You circled your tongue around his tight little hole, then pushed it in.

"Ngh, fffuuuckkkk. Ahh!"

"That's my good boy. You're so wet for me. So tight." You pressed your fingers to his hole and felt him relax against them.

"Please. Please, fuck me. I'm ready. Fuck, please."

"Mmm, I don't know. Are you sure you're ready?" You pushed two fingers in and felt his muscles tighten and pull.

"Yes! Yes, y/n, I'm ready! P-p-please." He begged.

"Ok, my gorgeous, sweet boy. You stay right where you are. I'm going to grab something really quick. And 'Toru?"

"Huh? What?"

"No touching while I'm gone. Understand?"

"Y–yes. I got it. No touching."

"Good." You stood up and went into the bathroom to find the bottle of lube.

When you walked back out, he was touching himself. His hand slowly pumped up and down on his cock. It was slow, but still, he was touching himself.

"Hey! What did I just say?"

"I, I'm sorry, y/n. I tried not to, but I couldn't help myself."

"Uh-uh. You know the rules."

"Shit! I'm sorry! What're you gonna do? Please don't put everything away!" He cried. He was so hard it looked painful. You couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.

"I s'pose I should take some responsibility for you groping yourself. I shouldn't have left you. Ok, it's ok, Baby." You walked over to him and kissed his forehead.

"Y-you're not mad?"

"No. Of course not. I would never be mad at you. Well, ok, I might. But you're so fuckin' hard right now. Almost as hard as this thing." You slapped the dildo and he grimaced and jumped. "Don't worry, I'm not going to do that to you."

He relaxed as you poured lube over the navy blue cock. You spread it around, jerking the slick length, and Gojo watched intently.

"You ready, Satoru?"

"Yes. Please, fuck me, y/n."

You climbed on the bed and kissed him softly.

"Good." You pushed the tip into him and he groaned out in pleasure.

"Fuckfuckfuck, oh god, nngh!"

"You're being so good for me, baby. So perfect. My perfect, precious boy."

"I love you." He said with star-shaped pupils. His blue eyes glassy with tears.

"I know." You replied as you geared up to go deeper.

You pushed further and further in. Gojo was biting his bottom lip so hard you thought it might bleed, so you kissed him to give his bottom lip a break. Sliding in more until you were fully immersed in his tight ass.

"Fuck, baby, I'm in all the way. God, you feel amazing."

"Ah, fuck. Nggghh," he moaned. "Feels ... good."

"Yeah? Tell me, how good does it feel when I fuck you?"

"Nnghh, feels so ... so ..."

"I wanna hear you say it, Baby."

"Makes me feel pretty."

"It does, yeah? Good. Because you are. You're so pretty it makes me crazy for you."

You pumped in and out of him as you felt his cock jerking against your belly. He would raise his hips so you could hit him deeper.

"Hmm – y/n, y–, fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

"Not yet."

"But ... but I'm gonna — oh FUCK!"

"I said, not yet. Do not cum, Satoru."

"Please, fuck," He whined. His voice cracking from the strain of holding his orgasm back.

"Such a good boy. Fuck, yeah. So close, aren't you, baby." You started fucking him faster than he knew what to do with. His body was so tense. His cock was pulsating against your abdomen. You wanted so badly for him to fuck you, but this wasn't about you. This was for him.

"I can't! I can't stop it. Oh god. I'm gonna fucking cum. Y/n, shit!"

"Not until I tell you, pretty boy. You're still my pretty baby boy, aren't you, 'Toru? "

"Fuck, yes! Yes! I'm your pre–gahh–pretty baby ... boy! Please, I'm gonna die!"

"Ok. Cum." You said so casually, like you asked if he was done with the section of newspaper you wanted.

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhh, fuccccckkkk, oh god, I'm – I'm, cumming, fuck, ffuckk!"

His body shuddered as ropes of his thick, hot seed painted your belly and his.

You grabbed the head of his cock and squeezed out the last drops as he shook beneath you.

"Say it." You demanded.

"I'm the prettiest one of all!"

"Damn right, you are."

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WARNINGS: Mentions of Alcohol; Making-Out; Oral(Male Receiving); Biting/Marking; Teasing; Submissive!Dylan; Anal Penetration; Unprotected Sex

Male Reader x Dylan Lenivy

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Another night to be spent around the firepit and I was already dreading it. It'd been a long fucking day at camp. As the security counselor, it was my job to protect the kids from potential harm, including each other. Unfortunately, kids their age fought. A lot. That meant bruises and scratches in places I wouldn't typically get them unless attempting to restrain a kid throwing a fit over crayons during art with Abigail.

I had a massive headache, there were fresh bandages wrapped around my right bicep and a small patch on my cheek, a bruise was forming around the left side of my rib cage and my back fucking ached. I was exhausted. All I wanted to do was go to sleep a little early since the kids were on the island with Chris Hackett and Nurse Kelly for a 'survival' task. I was so grateful for one day off. Just one.

And then Emma found me outside the pool house, having just taken a fresh shower. She cornered me near the entrance with the full intent to guilt trip me into spending time with her. She did this often, and I unfortunately adored her preppy outgoing self. She was like the little sister I never had.

However, she forgot to mention hanging out with her meant hanging out with everyone else tonight. More specifically, hanging out with my crush. Yup. That's right. I had a crush on one of the counselors. Surprising? I know. Never thought I'd see the day I liked someone.

But this wasn't just a crush either. I was desperately in love with the guy. His soft chocolate locks, his doe brown eyes and and his dorky half smile. His stupid jokes and his stupidly brilliant mind. Those hard abs, long legs, and wide, athletic hips. All it took was a smile my way for me to melt like putty. I wanted him. I adored him. And damn did he make me fucking horny.

What? I can't help it. I've got needs and they just so happen to revolve around one guy in particular. His name is Dylan Lenivy, and he is the quirkiest, sweetest, funniest and smartest guy I've ever met. It was only month two, and we'd made it a habit of hanging out all together one way or another every week. We hadn't done something together this week just yet but it seemed that was to change tonight.

With a groan, I changed into a pair of black sweats, my boots and a baby blue v-neck short sleeve, ruffling my (h/c) locks lightly. I yawned slightly as I exited the cabin I shared with Jacob, moving towards the firepit. Nick, Ryan, Emma and Kaitlyn were already there chatting and stoking the flames. I sat beside Emma, my closest friend here, and she smiled at me.

Turning to face me, she grinned, showing off her pearly white teeth. "So."

I quirked a brow, my voice hoarse with fatigue as I replied. "So...?"

"You gonna fuck him?" I choked on my spit and smacked her arm, eliciting a giggle of glee from the blonde. "Oh come on! The sexual tension between you two is practically howling."

"Yeah, dude, Dylan's got his legs spread for you." Kaitlyn chipped in from the other side of the fire near Ryan.

"Fucking shit, shut up, good God." I groaned, covering my face with my palms.

"Hey, man, literally all of us can see it." Nick piped up, grinning playfully. "Shoot your shot, mate."

I groaned and tossed my head back, my (e/c) eyes catching sight of three figures walking towards the firepit, the largest of the three carrying a huge wine cooler. Jacob grinned as he joined us, followed shortly by Dylan and Abi carrying snacks.

"Yo dudes! Got the beer!" He cheered, and we joined in as he handed out bottles. I gratefully accepted a bottle, popping the cap with my key ring and tipping it back.

"Oh my god, I needed that." I grunted with a sigh of relief, cracking my neck as I rested the bottle against my knee. My head still throbbed slightly but it had already begun to grow numb, replaced by the soft buzzing of the alcohol in my system. Sitting up straight, I gazed around the group, watching everyone shuffle into place. Jacob took the spot on Emma's other side, Abi next to him followed by Nick, then Ryan, Kaitlyn and Dylan. Now with everyone present, we settled for mostly idle chatter and jokes.

It'd been about an hour since we'd started and I was feeling plenty buzzed, which made me very bold. I giggled at something Emma said, completely oblivious to the doe-like brown eyes watching me from across the fire, a small grin on the owners face. Emma clapped her hands, drawing everyone's attention to her.

"Alright! Now that we're all at least somewhat intoxicated, let's get to some party games, yeah?" She hummed, smiling with delight at the cheers she received. Kaitlyn and Emma shared a look and a grin, the former taking the wine cooler and setting it between the open area of the circle, an empty bottle laid on top.

"Spin the bottle? Really?" Ryan didn't seem to like the idea, scoffing at the implied party game. "Yeah, I'll sit this one out."

"Party pooper." Kaitlyn pouted, but nonetheless the game began. It went around the circle twice before myself, Dylan or Emma received a turn. The bottle, now spun by Jacob, landed on me. I smiled and offered the big teddy-bear of a guy a hug before spinning the bottle myself. It spun round four times before coming to a stop, my gaze following its neck til my (e/c) eyes met brown. My breathe caught in my throat and I had to bite my lip to hide a smile.

"Dylan! Kiss the man already!" Emma encouraged, urging the brunette to stand. He did so hesitantly, moving to sit beside me on the edge of the log. He smiled, though it was awkward, that same half-smile he did when he was nervous that absolutely drove me nuts.

"Hi."

"Hi." I cooed softly, setting my beer down in the grass. His doe eyes gazed at me so shyly, so innocently, I felt my heart skip a beat. His cheeks were slightly flushed, whether from embarrassment or the alcohol, I couldn't tell. His tongue swiped over his lower lip, my eyes following the movement with hitched breathes. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but he didn't get the chance. A soft gasp left him as my lips met his abruptly, my hand caressing his hip lightly as I drew him in. I tuned out the cheers and the catcalls thrown our way, solely focused on the boy in front of me.

His fingers curled into my shirt as I coiled my arms around his waist, guiding him into my lap. His fingers moved up to thread into my hair, tugging at the soft (h/c) strands lightly. My tongue pressed against his, caressing it so gently as my teeth gnawed at his lower lip. My thumbs pressed into his thighs lightly, guiding him forward over my lap. A sharp groan left me and we parted, a thin string of saliva linking us together.

Panting, I gazed up at the flushed boy in my lap, smiling affectionately. Glancing around the group, I stood up, hoisting the male into my arms with general ease. "Goodnight you freakzoids!" I called over my shoulder, ignoring their laughter as Dylan clung to me. His arms were coiled around my neck and he was gazing up at me in both awe and surprise, anxiety bubbling in our bellies.

"I adore you, Dyl." He perked up at that as I carried him to my cabin, carefully opening the door before setting him down. "I mean it. I adore your smile and your stupid jokes and how smart you are. I adore seeing you laugh and seeing you smile when someone makes you happy, even in the smallest way." As I spoke, I crept towards the tall boy with adoration and lust in my eyes, pinning him to the bunk. He swallowed thickly, gazing down at me slightly due to the small height difference. His pupils were blown and his breathing staggered, his fingers twitching as he reached up to cup my face in his hands.

"(N/N)..."

"I adore everything about you, Dylan. I adore you." I hadn't realized I was crying until I sniffled, burying my face in one of his palms. His grasp drew me closer and he pressed a sweet kiss to my temple, nuzzling my nose with his.

"I adore you, too, (Y/N)." His lips met mine again, this time more fervently, aggressively. His lips sucked on my tongue, eliciting a sharp groan from me. My hands caressed his body, tugging at his shirt and lifting it over his head. My shirt followed, tossed across the cabin til morning. His hands caressed my pecs and abs, tracing the bruises on my rib cage lightly. "I'm sorry." He murmured, leaning in to pepper kisses over the yellowing flesh. I gasped and hummed, tugging him up by the back of his neck to kiss him again. My fingers traced down his bare torso and tugged lightly at his shorts dragging them along with his boxers down to his knees.

I pushed him to lay down on the low bunk, clambering over him. I kissed his jaw and guided kisses down his torso, breathing hot against his erection. It twitched and throbbed slightly at the cool air, a soft whimper leaving his lips. I gazed up at him with a smile, extending my tongue and caressing the head of his cock lightly. Dylan gasped and his hips bucked involuntarily, his fingers digging into the bedsheets.

"F-Fuck, (Y/N)!" I grinned, suckling at the head as my cheeks hollowed and my fingers caressed his base. My eyes fell closed as I took him slowly deeper, my nose brushing his pubes lightly as he bottomed out down my throat. I could hear him whimpering and mewling, the sound muffled by the hand he'd placed over his mouth. His hips twitched and shuddered, resisting the urge to buck against my face. I continued to suck him off for a short while, toying with him before I pulled away.

Panting, he gazed down at me with slightly teary brown eyes, gripping the pillow his head rested on. "(Y/N) please." He murmured. I leaned forward to kiss him, my fingers kneading the flesh of his ass. "N-No, you don't have to..."

"I need to prep you, Dyl."

"N-No, I mean...I've a-already done that." I paused, leaning back to gaze down at him with surprise, finding his shy expression absolutely adorable. Chuckling, I peppered light kisses to his cheeks and nose, slipping my sweats and boxers down slowly. His breathing hitched slightly as my bulbous tip pressed against his ass, his eyes widening at the sight. "Y-You're big."

I snorted softly, mouthing at his pulse point along his throat lightly, rubbing the head around his rim. "I'll be gentle." After he nodded, I pressed my hips ever so gently against his own. The head slipped past his entrance and elicited a short cry from the thinner boy. I gritted my teeth and nipped at his pulse point lightly, sinking deeper til I was buried about halfway. Dylan's arms coiled around my shoulders, hugging me close as he trembled beneath me, his toes curled and his knees bent. I gave him a moment to breathe and relax, settling for just enjoying the soft mewl he made everytime I kissed or nipped at his throat and collarbone.

"So beautiful." I mumbled, punctuating the compliment with a thrust of my hips. Dylan gasped, back arching slightly as I continued to roll my hips, cradling him close with my face buried in his neck. "Mine. All mine."

"Y-Yours, (Y/N). I love you." I smiled and leaned back, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before doing so. I shifted his legs so they were wrapped around my waist, pressing myself ever deeper into him.

"I love you, too." Dylan screamed as I bucked forward, the head of my cock hitting his prostate right off the bat. His nails dug into my back and shoulders, raking harsh pink lines down my (s/c) skin that elicited hisses of pleasure from me. I leaned back, sitting upright for a better angle as I railed him into the bunk, the frame creaking oddly with each rock.

"F-Fuck, you're so tight, Dyl. My baby." The brunette mewled and keened at my words, reaching up to cup my face and drag me back down for another kiss. This one was messy, wet and desperate, teeth clashing as he sucked on my tongue and nibbled at my lip.

"P-Please, f-fuck, please!" He repeated this demand like a mantra, a sign he was growing ever closer. I reached down and grasped his cock in my hand, stroking him gently in time with my thrusts. His lips parted and he cried out, hips bucking and body shuddering as his chest heaved, thick spurts of sticky white warmth coating my fist and dripping over his abdomen. I thrusted a few more times as he clamped around me, bursting inside him as I sucked a mark into his throat. We both shuddered, clinging to each other for a long moment, then he chuckled softly.

"That's one way to ask me out." I snorted and kissed his cheek, reaching under my bunk for the towel i used to shower earlier on.

"Yeah yeah, shut up and let me clean you, babe." I loved this man more than anything, especially when he laughed and smiled so brightly. Dylan was my boyfriend, my love, my light.

My little jokester.

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Sick Day (Xavier x Fem!reader)

Summary: you become sick after falling into the lake during the poe cup. Your boyfriend takes care of you.

Warnings: sickness, throwing up, swearing

That poe cup. That god damn poe cup. You hated that you got roped into that fucking competition to begin with. It didn't help that your canoe sank and you were ice cold by the time the competition was over. Xavier noticed you shivering on the docks, grabbing his dry jacket from his back and wrapping it around you.

"It's so fucking cold" you whined. He chuckled, kissing your forehead. "Your facepaint is wearing off by the way." You said, helping him with his smudged eye paint. He rolled his eyes and you sneezed. He frowned. "You're not getting sick are you?" He asked. "I'm sure I'm just cold- ACHOO!" You sneezed out.

Just cold. Right. "Just cold" turned into the flu. Xavier didn't realize you were sick until you weren't by his side in Thornhill's class. "Has anyone seen Miss Y/n?" She asked. "She's sick with the flu." Odelia, your roommate answered. "Oh! Oh no, I hope she feels better." Thornhill said. She noticed the look on Xavier's face. "...Mister Thorpe, if you'd like to check on her-" that was all he needed to hear, him leaving almost immediately.

He gathered things from the pantry. Saltines, chicken noodle soup, sprite... things that would make you feel comfortable. He knocked on your door and he heard a congested "I promise I'm fine Miss Weems" before the door opened. You blinked. "Xay?" You asked. He held up the bowl of soup and you opened the door for him to come in. He sat down his things, you sitting on your bed as Xavier pulled your desk chair to your bedside. "Why didn't you tell me you were getting sick?" He asked. "Dunno... I honestly thought it was allergies. They usually flare up around this time." You admitted. He put his hand to your forehead. "You're hot." He noticed. "No you are." You joked. He rolled his eyes. "Lay down baby. Get some rest." He said. "I've been sleeping all day.. I'm not really tired." You admitted.

"Are you hungry?" He asked. "Anything I've eaten won't stay down." You sighed, flopping onto the bed. He nudged the sprite he got for you on your nightstand. You took it. "You shouldn't be here. You'll get sick." You said. "Someone's got to take care of you." He said. You sighed. "You took a covid test?" He asked. "Weems made me take three." You said. "Negative?" "Yep." You said. "Well that's good at least. I remember when I got it last year I fucking hated it. Couldn't taste anything for a while." He said. You opened your mouth to speak but halted, grabbing your trashcan and throwing up instead.

Xavier picked up your wrist, pulling a hair tie from it and pulled back your hair as you lingered over the garbage can. "I hate my life at this moment." You whined. "It'll be okay..." he soothed. "I feel like shit." "I know baby." "And the worst part? I need a shower. I don't want to walk." You whined. "Well, I can't exactly help you there. But if we get you a mask I'm sure Odette would help." He said. "Or ask me." Yoko said, standing in the doorway.

You looked over. "Hi Yoko." You greeted. "You need help?" She asked. "Please." You nodded. "I got her. Try to clean up her... nest... she's made." Yoko said, helping you up.

Xavier cleaned up, throwing away tissues and empty nyquil packets. He even went as far as to change your sheets, ensuring you'd be comfortable. Yoko brought you back, you walking back in a hoodie of Xavier's. You laid down, sighing. "I'm missing so much school work right now." You said. "Worry about that later... right now you should hydrate." He said, pulling out a water bottle. "Thanks Xay." You said. "You're welcome sweetheart" he said, getting up. "Don't go." You said. He turned. "I don't want to be alone..." you admitted. He sat back down. "I'm not going anywhere. Not when you need me." He said, holding your hand. You smiled slightly at him before coughing.

As the day carried on, he ended up laying next to you, watching movies on his laptop while you tried to recover. Day after day, he was there taking care of you. You were surprised he didn't get sick but he would sit by your bedside drawing while you slept. He'd bring you food, he'd help you walk if you needed to...

You were reading in bed, him drawing next to you. "Hey, Xavier?" You asked. Your use of his full name got his attention, him looking up. "Yes Y/n?" He asked, letting you know you had his full attention. "I love you. You know that right?" You asked. It was the first either of you had said that out loud. Through text? Yeah. Out loud was another story.

He smiled, kissing your knuckles. "I love you too Y/n."

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