#imagine being in that circle jesus

[yesyourstalker]

Another draft dump the stuff that I started but never finished or this didn't have any contacts to add it.

Some of it is a little bit 🔞 only like a little bit like it's mild as fuck.

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Neta: not every long trip to the bathroom is a crisis mahi!! ......... Sometimes I just need to take a shit.

Mahi: 45 minutes though????

Neta: I don't have good eating habits

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Mahi: sorry about my boss he's mentally ill

Customer: I figured

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Ikkan: slopping spree??

Noji: shut up It was a good name at the time, okay?

Ikkan: slopping spree??? Hehehehehe sloppy spree!??!!

Noji: shut up!

Ikkan: slopping spreehehehahahahaha.... Hey babe!

Neta: hem?

Ikkan: You. Me. tonight? We're going to have a -hahahahahah we gonna have a slopping spreehehehehe * inhale* hahahahahahahaha.!!!!

Noji:...................

Ikkan: All right, all right. I'm done. I'm sorry... Hahahahahahaha!

Noji: they call me the immature one

Ikkan: slopping spree!!!! I can't.... Hahahahaah I can't breathe. Hahahahahah

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Neta: well we're locked out

Ikkan: Why are are we locked out

Warabi: he dropped his apartment key

Neta: drop my key

Ikkan: how are you going to get inside

Warabi: your key

Neta: can't

Warabi: why not?

Neta: he left it

Ikkan: I forgot

Warabi: call cirrina

Neta: can't

Warabi: why not

Ikkan: not here

Neta: at her mom's

Warabi: we can pick the lock.

Ikkan: we can't

Warabi: Why not?

Ikkan: we need a pick

Neta: we don't have a lockpick

Warabi: we can try a fin pick

Neta: can't

Ikkan: not possible

Warabi: how come

Ikkan: we don't have fins why would we have a fin pick

Warabi: oh yeah

Neta: I can call a locksmith

Ikkan: we can't

Neta: why

Warabi: they're closed

Ikkan: they close at 6

Neta: ok so now what

Warabi: I don't know

Ikkan: don't you have a spare key

Neta: I don't

Ikkan: Why not?

Neta: didn't get to it

Ikkan: should of made a copy

Mahi: I have a copy

Warabi: mahi has a copy

Ikkan: we can use their copy

Neta: where did they find a copy?

Mahi: made it

Ikkan: they made it

Neta:... Ok......................... wait...... MAHI! when did you get here

Mahi: I was bored so I was going to sneak into your place to play your Nintendo... So you need to get into your place or what?

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Warabi: what do you mean? I'm not your work wife. I thought we loved each other??

Neta: No you are not my work wife. You're not even close to it.

Warabi: how about your work child?

Neta: No Mahi is my work child.....*sigh* ....who is currently high and trying to hide it... What did I tell you about that, managers cannot be high at work.

Mahi: I got them from his apartment. Don't tell him

Neta: I'm right here

Mahi: oh ..... I got them from his apartment. Don't tell him. Hehehehe

Neta: mkay..... Anyway, the closest person to a work spouse is probably...... Uhhh... Mrs Candice right here. Come here babe, She's my work wife.

Candi:awwww makes sense. You remind me a lot of my actual hubby hehehehehe

Warabi: that what makes her your work spouse and not me?

Neta: We're the oldest, we both have kids, we talk shit. We hang out after work. We force our partners to hang around each other uhhhh we both use the same ink dye.

Candi: we went to that toxic waste concert together

Neta: yeah we did. We were so drunk! Heheh

Candi: I pierced your junk! remember after the concert?

Neta: she did! Hehehehe I was also there when you were getting Your sternum tattooed. We held hands

Warabi: didn't know you guys had such a close relationship outside of work

Candi: Yeah we're best friends. If our spouse died, do you think we would marry each other?

Neta: oh my cod yessss! Of course I'd marry you if our spouses died hehehehehehehehehe let's kill them! hehehehe

Candi: yeah let's kill them and run away together hahahahahahaa I'm pretty sure they plan on killing his first anyway heheheheheheheehe

Warabi:.....................

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[Ikkan explaining the difference between an alto clarinet and a bass clarinet]

[Baja talking about an obscure band that only consisted of clarinet players]

Ikkan: we're both autistic anr't we?

Baja: yeah

Ikkan: and we both have music based interests

Baja: yeah looks like it

Ikkan: hmm

Baja: does this mean your best friends?

Ikkan: I think so, yeah

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Neta: with one of you little shits went through our night stands and took shit?! Mahi?!

Mahi: I didn't! I stay in your living room!

Ikkan: Warabi?

Warabi: I was on a date with baja

Neta:.......... Mizole you're really quiet right now. I don't like it

Mizole:..... Why would I want to go to a shoe box you call a home when I can stay in my actual house.

Ikkan: hmm

Neta:..........

Mizole: ............ I don't see why you're so worked up. I mean what was so important in that nightstand of yours? I mean, how do you know someone went through it?

Neta: I know someone went through it because my adhesives for my insulin monitor are all messed up! Some of the candy that I have for my low blood sugar has been eaten! And my new pack of cigarettes are open!

Ikkan: our glasses or smudged! The book mark for a novel I'm reading is fucking gone along with my guitar pics! and my charging plug was detected from my vib-hm. ..............

Mizole: ........ Hm? What was the last part?

Ikkan:.. nothing.... just... don't go through our stuff. .............. [Leave]

Mizole:heh he seems on edge.. - OW! The fuck was that for!? Mahi!

Mahi: this doesn't involve me.

Neta: next time I'm going for your throat. little shit..... never step into my home again!! ......*ugh*......Ikkan.

Mahi: what was in their nightstand that was so important!

Mizole: ikkan has information and a number of the studio director and a producer. He's working with his old band front roe. They're planning on working on the soundtrack and I want to see if I can get wet fool in on it .

Mahi: Why didn't you just ask him about it?

Mizole:.... why ask when I can just steal the gig from under him and get the job before he does

Mahi:....... Okay.... Do you still have any of the candy left?

Mizole: of course I got you candy babe.

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Ikkan: what's that? What is that under your shirt?

Neta: oh it's nothing.

Ikkan: it looks like a new tattoo. Did you get a back tattoo? Let me see

Neta: babe we're in public I don't think it a good time to- ehhhhh!

Mahi: hay boss do you know where the- nevermind

Ikkan:.......... Oh Neta.............. Is that my Bass?

Neta: yeah I felt bad covering your name up with the electric eel. I wanted something dedicated to you.. and I really like your thigh tattoo with my bass. I thought that was nice so I wanted to do something matching yours.

Ikkan: oh........'made to love and to be loved'........ Neta. This is so..... Oh I don't know what to say

Neta: I was going to surprise you tomorrow after our date..... Heheh..... You've been rubbing my back for a while now... Uh-

Ikkan: close the store.

Neta: wh?

Ikkan: close the store now. We're going home.

Neta: we close in 10 minutes

Ikkan: I don't care, we're going home.

Neta: but we still have custom-

Ikkan: Neta I want you....

Neta:............. Every one leave!

Mahi: but we-

Neta: mahi you're fired get out......Warabi you're also fired leave

Warabi: what?!?!

Mahi: we're not really fired let's go.... YOU GUYS ARE GROSS

Neta: fuck you get out of my store! [Kissing]

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Neta: *snoring*

[knock knock knock]

Neta: hu uhh mehhe...... Coming! It's 2am what the fuck.... ... Mahi .. what are you doing at this time of night??

Mahi: me and Warabi got into a fight. Baja is sleeping in our bed tonight can I stay here?

Neta:....................... Come in.

Mahi: thanks...

Neta: so what was the fight about?

Mahi: something stupid. Warabi wants to get a bigger apartment and separate bedroom rooms and he wants Baja to move in. I can tell you tomorrow.....*yawn*.... Good night...*sleeping*

Neta: All right......oh you're just going to sleep in the middle of my bed with no room for me. It's okay, I don't mind....*sigh*.. I'll just sleep on the edge I guess.....*snoring*

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Mahi getting into shit @fish-at-fish-fish-resort

#neta has chronic tummy hurted disease #all he do is be eaten straight up garbage in a diet soda thinking that would cancel it out #slopping spree is a bad name chirpie chips but Jesus that name is terrible for his song #The third scenario imagine the camera circling around them while they talk kind of like that 70 show If you're old enough to know #Candi and Neta are best friends but closer #they're queer platonic if Candi's forever unnamed husband and ikkan got along That shit would be Polly #Baja is autistic and hangs out with ikkan they like to watch documentaries together #mizole being mizole loves to spite squid squad and try to screw them over. any chance he gets #i will try to draw all of Neta's tattoos maybe #I will expand on the fight mahi and Warabi had that I'm gonna finish eventually #Candi was also there for netas' back tattoo

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

It had been years, almost a decade since the last time Simon Riley had sex. It wasn’t as if he was sexually inexperienced, but sex was just never something he thought about.

Until you.

You were a vixen, a muse, and Simon’s undoing. A simple smile from you would have the 6’4 soldier on his knees for you.

Never in a million years would he have imagined he’d be here, his cock buried inside of your tight little pussy as you called out his name. That he was the one making you feel this good.

It was as if the gods made you just for him, your arms molding perfectly around his neck, your legs just the right size to circle his waist, your pussy just the right fucking fit for his cock.

His eyes squeezed shut, his mouth hanging open as he threw every ounce of concentration he had into holding off his orgasm. Every fiber of his being was begging him to release, his hands shaking around your head as his cock twitched yet again inside of you.

Simon dared a glance at you, and felt his stomach tighten tenfold at the sight. You were so fucking beautiful, covered in sweat, your hair a mess, your eyes darkened with lust as soft mewls fell from your pretty lips.

Jesus.

He just couldn’t wrap his brain around how he ended up here, balls deep in the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. A woman he’d silently loved for years now sprawled out naked below him, taking his thick cock like it was fucking meant for you. Maybe it was fucking meant just for you.

Simon fisted the sheet above your head, a growl escaping his swollen lips as he felt you clench around him. “Love, please, you gotta stop doing that.”

You moaned in reply, letting your head fall back further into the pillow behind you, your legs tightening around your lieutenants waist. The angle allowed for Simon’s cock to hit deeper within you, your pussy yet again clenching around him. “Feels so good, sir.”

Any ounce of self control Simon had vanished in that moment, between the glorious sight of you naked beneath him, the way your tight pussy was clenching around him and the way you just fucking called him sir? Simon was a fucking goner.

Before he could even comprehend what was happening, his cock was pulsing inside of you, his thick white cum painting your already soaked walls. Simon let his head fall slightly, burying in the crook of your sweaty neck as he let out a low groan. “Fuck!”

It took him a moment to catch his breath, and he hesitantly opened his eyes, expecting to find you looking at him with disappointment.

But when he looked down at you, he found you beaming up at him, a languid smile on your lips, your eyes still blown with lust. He watched as you took your bottom lip between your teeth, your eyes locked on his.

He felt you grab the back of his head, pulling his lips down to yours in a heated kiss, full of tongue and teeth. You let out a whine into Simon’s mouth, causing his cock to grow impossibly hard once more inside of you.

Simon pulled away with a breathless smile, his eyes locked on yours as he braced both his hands on either side of your head.

“Now I believe it’s your turn to cum, good girl.”

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[cupcakeinat0r]

Thinkin abt Dad bod! Miguel again…

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Relationship weight gain is kinda inevitable when both parties are in absolute love with each other, and Miguel, despite being a total specimen, is no exception to this.

By now, you and Miguel have been dating for quite a bit, and you noticed Miguel getting a lil chunky. Not something you protested. At all. In fact, you were living for it. Yea, Miguel was gorgeous with those rock hard abs and that slutty waist of his that you were beginning to envy, but once his dad bod came in… dayum.

Miguel, however, did feel slightly embarrassed about it all, even though you reminded him everyday that he’s literally the most gorgeous man. Ever. It wasn’t about him, though. He was more concerned about you; that you wouldn’t see him the same way anymore, but you didn’t mind reassuring him a million times that he is all you want and ever need. Plus, it’s a dad bod, literally the best bod, like, c’mon now.

You’d watch him walk around the house with sweatpants on and no shirt, perky pecs (you could’ve sworn he had more titty than you, Jesus Christ), chest hair, pumped arms, fluffy abdomen and a tiny peek of a happy trail that could make your womanhood quiver. All that on full display for you and only you to ogle at. God, he was gorgeous. You, lying in bed, would bite your lip at the piece of work in front of you. Miguel was hunched over on his computer, which he dwarfed with his hands and build, reviewing some lab reports. Your eyes traced along his muscles, some of his stretch marks, and the one or two rolls he had on his side. How can a man look so delicious even while working?

“Whatcha looking at, mama?” He doesn’t look up.

“Oh, nothing… just the most beautiful human being I’ve ever seen.”

He finally looks up from the computer and smiles at you.

“That’s all you, mamita.”

You smile back. You still get butterflies with this man. You reach your arms out.

“C’mere, come to bed. I need my teddy bear.”

He chuckles. “ya mismo, beba, I only have one more left. I’ll be right there.”

You drop your hands in defeat. He says only one more, but you knew it would take him at least like 30 minutes to look over those things. He likes to be real thorough with them. You loved that your man had brains, but sometimes you wish he would just relax once in a while.

An idea flickered in your mind.

“Baby…”

“Yea, mama?” He mumbles, eyes concentrated on his screen.

“…how many kids would you want?”

He immediately perks up. Oh, now you’ve got his undivided attention.

“Kids?” He says, almost a little too excited, “What made you think about that?”

“Ohhh, I dunno… it’s just that you’ve got this dad look goin’ and… it’s been making think, y’know?”

“‘Dad look’?” He says with a humored smile.

“Well yea… I really like it. You’re lookin husky and thick, it’s so… sexy.”

The computer has been officially closed. Your plan is working.

“Oh yea?” His voice becomes lower, more sensual, as he climbs onto bed, his gaze becoming hungry. Miguel towers over you until he settles down on the comforter, nestled up right next to you, his thick thigh draped over both of yours. He rests his burly arm over your stomach, pulling you even closer to his warm body. Now that he lays next to you on the bed, you feel way smaller against him. You loved that.

“Mhm… it’s hard to not picture you with our future kids when you’re walking around here lookin’ like that. I’d make you such a cute daddy.” You coo, your hands brushing against his chest, playing with the hair there, occasionally caressing down to his soft mid-section. “Aw, baby… and I’d make you such a beautiful mommy,” Miguel groans into your neck, placing a kiss there, his hand goes up under his t shirt you’re wearing, caressing circles on your stomach as he imagines a bump there, “fuck, just thinking about you being pregnant makes me hot.“ His hand moves up to grab one of your breasts, giving it a light squeeze, his index finger giving your bud some attention, “and these filled with milk? coño, no puedo esperar.” He moans, his voice strained.

“So how many you want, daddy? Name a number and I’ll give em’ to you.”

Miguel just looks at you dumbfounded. He doesn’t know whether to get emotional or just pin you to the bed and fill you up with his kid to get a head start on this family. He thinks he’ll choose the latter.

“Mamita, I want however many you can give me.” he grabs you by the chin and smashes his lips against yours in a tongue-eating kiss. “Mmgonna look so pretty all swollen for me.” He then placed himself in between your legs, completely caging you in his broad shoulders and arms, his belly brushing up against your stomach. It’s not the only thing you feel, as you also feel his thick hard on when his hips start grinding against your weeping cunt.

“Mi princesita wants to make me a daddy, huh?” He says in a mocking voice. You nod, making a timid noise, aroused by his dominance. You look down to see a wet spot on his sweatpants, his precum seeping through from your little daddy talk no doubt. His mouth sucks and nips at the delicate skin on your neck, your shirt being hastily raised, your now wet panties shortly following the shirt. You’re in for it now. A victorious smirk growing on your face knowing that that last report would be saved for another day.

“Baby, What about your report?”

“It can wait.”

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Spoiler alert: He rails you like a dog in heat, cream pies you multiple times, and makes sure none of it goes to waste!!! <3333 u got what u wanted!!! Yay!!!

He is very gorjus to me, ur honor!!! <33333

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[yxami]

I think I said I would do no nut November as a joke bc I didn’t do October so 😭😭😭 here u go

desc: yandere nerd x gn willing reader, mentions of stalking, obsession, creep habits, the usual, was gonna make nsfw but it got long so maybe part 2 will actually be the no nut part

The bookworm of your class has trouble not looking at you, not focusing in on how beautiful you presented yourself today, jesus, is that a new body mist? It’s almost like you knew he loves sweet scents.

He stares at the back of your head lovingly until you turn around and catch his stare on accident after you were about to speak to your friend. He freezes in the wooden chair he sits in and sees you slowly speaking to your friend while knitting your brows in a confused expression as you stare back.

Fuck fuck fuck. He manages to look away with red cheeks, ears burning a scorching temperature in embarrassment. He didn’t expect you to turn to your friend!! You had never done that so why now?

God, he hopes he didn’t look like a creep, he can’t even follow along to the lesson since his hands are too shaky and his mind can’t settle on one thing to think about other than you.

This is the only occasions his brain is fried and jumbled, he feels so dumb when you plague his mind to the point where he’s unable to think or speak.

The lesson passes thankfully, or so he thought until he sees you walking up to his desk, he hesitated to even look up, just staring straight ahead until you speak, if you listened closely you could these his teeth grinding in pure anxiousness.

“Hey, do you mind?” Your voice is in a regular tone, no anger, no disgust, nothing, this being the first time you’ve ever spoken to him, but he doesn’t pick up on that fact.

“Nono! Go ah- ahead” He mentally curses at himself for being such a mess up when his throat fails to smoothly deliver his words. He gets up, collecting his books and allowing you to get a better look at him.

“I was just wondering if you wanted to study together after school, you seemed to be a little lost during class so I wanted to offer my help” You grin, hoping it was friendly like you imagined it to be.

“Oh— um, yeah! I mean yes, thank you, sorry” He rambled, stupidly continuing his sentence even though it was just a yes or no question. He couldn’t imagine that his dream would come true by the hands of you.

All the stalking he’s done, passing in the same route you go after managing to log into your school account to find out what your schedule was, going to every party you went to just to hide in a corner for the entire duration to make sure nobody would try to take you home, he’d do anything to make sure you were safe and happy.

It’s humorous to him that he has you in his room now, looking around with your curiosity peaked at how he’s decorated his room, games and such, a few posters here and there.

He just hopes the last minute decorating suits him because the hundereds of photos he had to tear off his wall had him wincing every time, he’s never dared to take them off until now, nor even hide the plushies he’s bought that look like you, but he assured himself it was for the sake of you, so he managed to do it.

“So, can you remember what this mixture does? When the 5th and 8th are swished together?” You point your pencil, circling around the ones you were mentioning, wondering if he would get this one right.

This poor little nerd is shaking on whether to pretend he doesn’t know or impress you with his knowledge, he’s the top of the class but you thought he didn’t get the subject.

So he decided to pretend.

“Um… it makes this one right?” He weakly says, hoping his confused voice sounded realistic, he doesn’t like the taste of lying on his tongue, but he’s doing it for you so it’s okay in his mind.

You shake your head with a disapproving hum but make sure not to embarrass him by pointing at the right answer. “It’s this one, I created a rhyme to remember since it’s kinda hard to remember it” You wrote down your own creation of a rhyme on his notes, making sure it was right by whispering it to yourself.

Honestly too cute, his heart is pounding out of his chest while he gushes over how adorable you looked, you’re a drug that he can’t stay away from, and he loves every second of this high he gets.

As you scribble the lines down he hopes you write more so he can treasure how your handwriting and add it to his growing collection. The growth is spreading like wildfire just from you being in his room and doing normal things.

“Sorry if it’s out of the blue but I haven’t ate all day, can I get some snacks or something?” You could feel your stomach growl, hoping it wasn’t as loud as you imagined it to be.

“Huh- yeah sure! Of course!” He jumps up, quickly scrambling to get out from under the table the two of you worked on. “I’ll get you something, don’t worry!” He happily says, quickly zigzagging out his own room to get you something to eat.

You thought he was an interesting classmate, that’s for sure. You wondered what type of personality he had, was he always this shy and desperate to please?

You placed your pencil down, forgetting to set it down on something sturdy, it rolls down under his bed into the darkness, before you could even realize what specific area it rolled into. You make sightless grabs and manage to get ahold of something.

You bring it out to find out it’s nothing like a pencil and in fact a plushie, a cute one, but it looks a little familiar, it sort of resembles you? Maybe it’s just a coincidence? You pat it’s plush little head and place it down on the side, making another grab to find one plushie after another.

Seriously! How many plushies did he need? And why did they all look like you?

You only piece together that you’ve discovered a part of his shrine when you pull out a collage of pictures that all contain you.

You talking with your friend who was angrily scribbled out, another of you eating at lunch, one of you just tired during a lecture, and the most intimate ones being of you sleeping and in your house. You can tell one of them is more recent by how the picture was of you in your pajamas cooking yesterdays dinner.

Your eyes quickly dart to observe each photo, pondering about when or how he could’ve taken these.

Speak of the devil he enters with a plate of your favorite food, something you’ve never told him and you’re sure that it’s not another coincidence.

His jaw drops as he sees you surrounded by his plushie collection and most terrifying of all, his collage of his favorite pictures of you.

“That’s— um- I can explain! It’s just—“ He hastily shoves the plate onto his studying table, trying to reason with unfinished rambles of whatever, you honestly blocked it out.

“What is all this?” Your face contorts into blatant confusion and he can’t read the glint in your eyes, something he‘s never failed to do.

“I’m sorry, im s—sorry” He hiccups, already into a crying mess without any actual words of rejection, he’s on his knees, hands clasping onto your pants as he begs for who knows what.

“I-I promise I won’t stalk you anymore, please? I know it’s creepy and wrong but I like you I really do“ He cries, hoping you wouldn’t kick him to the side and yell at him like he’d assume you would do.

He knew he was a creep but he couldn’t stop himself, it all started with you helping him grab his things after he dropped it in a busy hallway and then the obsession never stopped, it was like a parasite that he couldn’t stop feeding and he loved every second of it, of you.

“It’s fine” You pat his head, brushing some hair out his face.

“It’s fine..?” He repeats, wondering if he’s heard you correctly, he sniffles and melts into your soft touch, even though he feels undeserving of it right now.

“Well I kinda had an idea that there was something up with you. By how many times I’ve seen you throughout my week, I’ve noticed that you’re always in the background watching me” You bring him up to stand, his legs are so shaky he’s almost leaning on you.

“You’re n..not mad right?” He hiccups again, now getting embarrassed at how pathetic he sounded, his glassy eyes scanned your expression, praying this wasn’t a cruel joke and that you genuinely didn’t mind.

“Not really, just.. don’t take pictures inside my house” You’re tempted to joke with him by whacking his arm with a plushie of his but you don’t. You just continue to tuck his hair behind his ears so they no longer stick to his wet cheeks.

“Ookay! I won’t” He quickly nods, eager to please you, especially since you seemed to have accepted him even with his creepy habits and flaws.

“And if you want a picture just ask, you don’t have to take them far away without my permission” You grab his phone, wiping his tears away with your sleeve and blowing his bangs out his face, he’s practically crimson red by how he closed his eyes thinking you were going to kiss his forehead.

“Here, look” You sit next to him, backs pressed against the wall of his bed as you take a photo, you tell him to smile after seeing the blank expression on his face.

“Sorry, I’m just nervous” He mumbles, wiping his damp face to make sure he didn’t look that bad in the photo, he’s only closed his eyes for one moment before he feels pressure on top of his lap, oh my god you’re in his lap why are you in his lap?

Before he can sputter out those questions you take a picture, making a kissy face as he looks flustered and confused in the photo, you turn his phone to show the picture you took.

“Why not put that one in your collage?” You turn to see how he looks and there’s not a single thought behind his eyes, looks like you broke him and the teasing has barely even started.

#yxami’s yam #yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #male yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #pls request #yandere nerd #yandere nerd ic #yandere boy #yandere male #yandere guy #yandere x gn reader #yandere x willing reader #yandere virgin #yandere nerd oc #nerd yandere

[princessbrunette]

imagine rafe not being able to spend the night and your house bc he has like early business to do and you’re just so whiny begging him not to leave like clinging to his leg and he’s like “jesus christ i’ll be back tmr 😒” but at the same time he’s like 😊 bc it’s nice to feel needed

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you were clingy and you knew it. instead of pretending like you weren’t, you learnt to fully embrace it. no matter how much rafe tried to act like he didn’t, you knew he loved it deep down. it made him feel wanted, something not many other people in his life offered him.

he pats his keys in his back pocket as he slowly makes his way to your front door, lips parted as he thinks over everything he had on his person when he arrived, making sure to leave none of it behind. it was bad today, you really needed him. after the day you had, you wanted nothing more than to fall asleep on his chest, feeling safe and just… better. you cry, pathetic and hiccupy as you keep a clasp on his hand and he lets you hold it all the way to the door before pulling himself out of your grasp.

“okay, hey— can’t keep cryin’ like this baby you knew i wasn’t stayin’ over tonight because i told you. gave you time to… emotionally prepare n’shit. i got business to do early tomorrow, remember?” he raises his eyebrows, trying to reason with you. his voice is stern but he’s mopping up your tears with his thumb anyway.

“i know but i had a bad day, i just want you to sleep here!” you sob, clutching over his wrists as his hands clean you up and he shakes his head, gently removing them.

“look i’m — i’m sorry, alright? you know i wanna stay here, more than anything. but i’m a man now, yeah? i’m in charge of handlin’ business n’i got people relying on me. sometimes you— you have to make the hard choice, and this is one of those times.” he lectures you, so you do what any reasonable human being would do, and lower yourself to the ground, wrapping yourself around his leg.

“you’re not going.” you swipe your tear on his pants and he sighs in exasperation, trying to wiggle you off to no avail.

“jesus fuckin’ christ, are you kidding? get up, hey—” he tries to walk, but you cling him tighter, coming with him and he stops again. “let go and listen to me. m’gonna count to three, don’t let me get there.” he lifts up a finger and you unlatch yourself, staying on the ground in a ball. rate lowers himself into a squat, expression stern and yet yielding. “alright. you’re gonna calm down, yeah? i will sit with you until you fall asleep, and it better be within the hour or i’m just gonna leave. get up, c’mon. go brush your teeth.” he stands, giving you a little nudge with his foot and you hop up, happy enough with the outcome of him staying a little longer and run upstairs, not waiting for him to follow.

he huffs out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head. “little shit.” he whispers, following you. once you’re all in bed, ready — he comes and sits beside you, mopping up the last remaining tears that stain your face with the backs of his knuckles. “okay. i’m here. now go to sleep.”

“kiss, rafe.” you pucker your lips and he indulges you, bringing you a nice long one to satisfy you before pulling back.

“close your eyes.” he sighs tiredly and you do so, but not before switching off your lamp. he places a hand on your back over your pyjama shirt, rubbing slow circles as if tries to silently coax you to sleep faster so he can get going, smiling secretly to himself at your shenanigans.

he won’t admit it, but he did feel really sad to go, and even considered staying— but he knew he had to make the responsible choice, so with one final look, he left you in your bedroom fast asleep.

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#anon #rafe cameron prompt

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

imagine a jealous bucky

The sound of the waves crowded Bucky’s brain, mind circling as he focused on the scene painted in front of him. He sat, toes dug into the sand, guarding him from something he wasn’t sure of. Was it envy? He hoped not, but he sensed it – the burning green haze clouding his thoughts. He watched, sullen, as Clint grabbed you by waist. He pulled you from a large uninviting wave and when you screamed in delight, Bucky looked down at his covered feet. Clint was a married man, what was he doing with his hands all over you. What were you doing looking so wonderful under the sun?

He hated this feeling.

“Seaweed.”

Steve towered over Bucky, hands on his hips as he looked out to the ocean. Bucky said nothing, but grimaced when his friend explained he was as green as a seaward. “You do know nothings going on with those two? He could be her uncle…”

“I could be her great-grandfather, what’s your point.”

This made Steve laugh and he promptly sat next to his friend. He examined the look on Bucky’s face before watching Clint and you. The pair of you were like children, most times he had to rein you in, especially on missions. Neither of you swayed from the other, always having the other’s back – even if they were wrong. Bucky didn’t seem to understand that Clint and you were bonded, connected through years of missions and week-long stakeouts. For a long time, it had been just Clint and you. He had never seen anything but platonic love.

“…his kids think of her as their aunt.”

No words could simmer jealously running through his veins; he knew the truth, deep down he knew he could never be good enough for you. It didn’t matter if nothing was going on between the archer and you – he knew there wasn’t anything there, but still…

The water came to your waist, hand blocking the sun in your eyes as you watched Clint dive into the water. Your eyes squinted waiting for him to pop back up and when he did, you joined him deeper in the ocean. He reached out and grabbed you by the forearm, pulling you to his side. Floating next to him, you stared out toward the base of the beach. Bucky was sitting with Steve, the two shirtless and stunning but the dark-haired man was the one focused on. So smoldering, so lovely.

“Down dog.” Clint teased, closing his eyes when you splashed water at him. He wiped his face and laughed. “Two sick little puppies, Jesus, get a room.”

“Not for a lack of trying,” you muttered, eyes zeroing on Bucky. It seemed in that moment; he met your gaze and all you could manage was a dorky wave. “Smooth.” Ignoring Clint, you started back toward the sand, and he didn’t bother calling for you – instead, he enjoyed the sun on his face as he floated along. Bucky watched as you approached, his heart racing as he glanced over the swimsuit you wore. He tried not to agonize over how gorgeous you looked.

“Enjoying the water?”

“I need a break.”

Bucky patted the spot next to him on the blanket and Steve quickly made an excuse to grab some drinks from the beverage stand. You asked for two cokes, one for Clint, and the flinch in Bucky’s face didn’t go unnoticed as you sat beside him. You had never known Bucky for being the jealous type, but you recognized envy when you saw it. Plopping down, your bare shoulders pressed against his and when you leaned into it, Bucky just smiled at you.

“I’m glad we got some time off, I needed this.”

“Looked like you were having fun…”

“Yeah, Clint knows how to handle the waves really nicely.” Hiding a smile, you watched for Bucky’s reaction and nearly died at the narrowness in his eyes. Oh, if looks could kill – Barton would be a dead man ten times over.  Deciding not to push too far, you touched Bucky’s thigh. He glanced over at you with a dazed expression that you could paint a million times in your mind. His eyes softer as they laid upon you; skin hot from the sun – he was perfect. “Let’s go in the water…please.”

The last word, tender and quiet, broke Bucky; he knew then, that he would do anything for you. He smiled, getting up and lending out a hand. Taking it, you rose to your feet and started toward the water. He watched, taking in the moment before jogging to catch up. You led him away from where Clint and you had been, waddling in the water backwards. Beckoning him to hurry; Bucky laughed, rushing into the cold water to catch up to you. He lost his balance, stubbing his toe on a rock as the water reached his waist. Stumbling forward, he fell into the water, and you laughed. Quickly, you swam to where he went under, pulling him up from under his arms. His metal arm glistened in the water as he took a breath of air, laughing at the mishap. His back pressed against your chest, as you held him up; hands slipping around his chest. Unable to control your laughter, you ended up losing balance as well – the two of you tumbling back into the ocean.

This time Bucky had you in his arms in seconds, holding you up as he stood on his feet. His arms were wrapped around your waist, keeping you afloat as your big toe could barely touch the bottom of the ocean. Cracking up, you gave in to Bucky’s strength. “Just hold on to me, I’m too tired.”

Bucky chuckled, pulling your back firmly against his chest. “That’s fine by me.”

Relaxing with the back of your head on his shoulder, you quietly asked if he was jealous of Clint. He answered with a quick yes. You rotated yourself in his arms to face him. Bucky’s face was inches from yours, relaxed as you slipped both arms around his neck. The sound of the waves rang in his ears, going silent when you told him that there was no need to be.

“I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you.”

Those words, he had waited so long to hear but he still felt an inch of guilt. He sighed, looking away before shaking his head. “You deserve better than me.”

‘Oh, fuck off,” you scoffed much to Bucky’s surprise. He was speechless when you grabbed him by the chin, looking directly into his wonderous eyes. “Never in my life have I ever let a man dictate what I need or deserve. I want you and that’s that. I always get what I want, understood?”

His stoic expression urged for an add on. “Only if you want me back, I would like things to be mutually beneficial.”

Letting his chin go, you waited for a response. A second later, you snapped. “An answer would be nice, preferably before the sun goes down…”

Finally, Bucky broke out into a smile. “Are you always going to be this bossy?”

Teasing little shit.

Yanking him by the neck, you leaned into his body; his arms around your waist, holding you up against the simmered waves. Your lips pressed against his and if the ocean decided to take the two of you away – Bucky Barnes would die a happy man.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x reader

[mukbangg]

I need billy the kid baby batter in me.

18+

Imagine you're a cowgirl ☝️

You're independent and kinda stoic, you keep to yourself and do what's necessary to get by whether it be cattle rustling or taking up whatever odd jobs ranches offer.

You never stay in one place too long , settling wasnt an option for a woman like you.

Then you meet Billy and it's like hes knocking down all you walls, wiggling between the cracks hes made in your strong facade.

One thing leads to another....and you find yourself in bed with him, having charmed his way between your legs.

Now you're no prude but it's hard to find a decent guy around who doesnt try to walk all over you or put you down just for being a woman, much less a good fuck.

Billy, ever the sweet boy, does no such thing, though he does insist on calling you "doll"or even "my lady".

So when hes between your thighs, tongue lapping at your wet folds, hes pleasantly surprised (and delighted) when you admitted in uncharacteristic shyness, that you've never had anyone gone down on you.

"Oh doll...."

Billy coos, trying to hide how eager he was, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into the fat of your thighs.

"Lemme take care of you, hmm?"

With a warm grin, he starts slow, peppering your thighs with kisses, tongue licking thick stripes through your folds slowly. Soon enough he has you in a mewling mess, arm thrown over your face to hide your embarrassment. You hardly had the chance to register him getting more aggressive, messily slurping up from your hole to clit. Before you know it, your thighs were folded up as he grips the back of your knees to handle you quite literally like a doll.

You try to prop yourself up dazedly, breathless from his hot kisses and filthy promises but he flattens a large palm over your tummy and pushes you back down.

Toned arms locks you in place as he devours your sloppy cunny, mouth open like he wants to swallow you down as he splits between tongue fucking your drooling hole and sucking your clit.

And you? You're gone up and dead in heaven because if the pleasure hasn't ended you yet, the shameless whines and whimpers that tore our your throat would have had you burning in humiliation when you came to your senses.

To be broken down into such a needy mess and he hasnt even stuffed you full of cock yet...jesus when did you become such a whore?

But hes shaking his head as he eats your pussy, moaning and slurping so loudly its vile, saliva pooling with your slick and dribbling down to your puckered hole, and you blank out.

Mind surrendering your last thread of sense to mindless pleasure, hands flying down to fist at his curly hair, gasping for air desperately, gods how is he so good??

Billy pulls back to spit harshly on your cunt, one large palm enough to hold both your legs up while the other hand's fitting two thick fingers to curl roughly up into that sweet spot that has you seeing stars.

"That feels good, huh doll?"

He chuckles, watching your mouth form a surprise 'o',  eyes rolling back as you buck your hips and try to grind down even more.

"Words doll, tell me how it feels. You're smart enough aren't you?"

"Yeeeess billy!!"

You practically sob out, earning a snort of amusement from the man. He dips his head back down and tears spill down your blotchy cheeks when he starts making out with the sensitive nub. His fingers are pumping ruthlessly into you, squelching so loud you think you might have pissed yourself somewhere along the line.

You hiccuped, trying to buck your hips up to hump his face, and he pulls back to chuckle breathlessly before diving back in again.

Then his teeth grazes your aching clit just right and you tug harshly at his hair, head lolling back in a silent scream as you creamed on his fingers. Whimpers and broken whines tumbles from your lips as you go slack, mind fuzzy in the aftershocks of pleasure. Billy pulls his fingers out, dragging his tongue through your slick folds up to collect your juices and press a kiss to your sensitive clit, before he slots himself between your thighs.

Hes leaning over you, one elbow pressing into the bed by your head while the other arm hooks under your head as he nuzzles into your hair and mumble soft praises.

"S'good for me doll....think you earned my cock?"

Hes rubbing the ruddy head of his leaky cock through your pussy slowly, bumping your clit each time.

"Wan'it? Shes drooling all over me,"

Billy slurs against your mouth, tongue swirling and you vaguely register the salty tang of your own cunny, eyes rolling back like hes devouring your last shred of coherence.

"Think shes hungry for my cum,"

Billy mumbles all sweet and soft against your lips, gentle like hes cooing to a baby(your pussy).

"Think I'll fit in her? Doll?"

And you're squealing brokenly as he pushes the fat head of his cock in, stretching your pussy out as you dig your nails into his bicep by your head, sweet pain pleasure prickling at the base of your spine.

"you'll hold your own legs up after I stretch your hole out with my cock and let me taste you again, 'kay doll?"

He says it with such fondness you can only nod dumbly, then hes snapping his hips harshly and you dont know how you'll live without his cock after this.

Maybe you'll settle this time after all.

#billy the kid smut #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid imagine #william bonney #billy the kid #william h bonney x reader #kid antrim #the hunger games fanfiction #tom blyth #coryo x reader #coryo smut #coryo snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x you #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #ballad of songbirds and snakes #smut

[steddiehyperfixation]

don't you forget about me (part three)

(part one)(part two)

Everyone’s left to “let him get some rest,” but Eddie doesn’t rest, not really. Although he does drift off the second he closes his eyes, his sleep is not restful and his dreams are plagued: 

Chrissy Cunningham stood in his trailer, small blonde girl in her cheerleader uniform. If Eddie hadn’t only just come out of his room with an unopened baggie of ketamine, he might’ve thought she’d already overdosed. Her eyes were rolled back, body frozen stiff like she was having some sort of seizure. Eddie shouted at her, shook her shoulders, waved his hands and snapped his fingers in front of her face, but Chrissy didn’t respond. He feared she might collapse, but then she did something much, much worse: she began to levitate. 

Eddie immediately let go of her shoulders and scrambled back as some invisible force slammed the girl into the ceiling. Her bones snapped; one at a time, her arms and legs twisted in unnatural angles. Her jaw unhinged and cracked out of place, her mouth now stuck in a horrible, soundless scream. Her eyes bled, dripping red down her cheeks, and then they exploded, popped with a sickening squelching sound, and her eyelids caved in to empty, bloody sockets.

Eddie wakes up screaming. His heart pounds frantically, the monitor beeping like crazy, and all his muscles are tense like he’s ready to run. 

Someone is at his side immediately; a gentle hand slips into his own, a soothing voice asks if he’s alright and tells him it’s okay, he’s safe now, it was just a nightmare. Eddie recognizes that hand, that voice, that shape in the dark. When did Harrington come back?

Eddie’s gasping, struggling to inhale a proper breath into his fear-frozen lungs. His wild eyes dart over the figure sitting beside him before landing on the hand that’s curled around his. Harrington must misread something in his expression then, because he mutters, “Sorry,” and starts to pull his hand away.

“No,” Eddie manages, instantly grabbing the other’s hand again and gripping it tight. “Keep- keep holding onto me.” 

“Always,” Harrington whispers, the word an exhale under his breath, so soft Eddie thinks he may have imagined it. 

Harrington rubs his thumb over the back of Eddie’s hand. His touch is calming, grounding. Eddie’s breath begins to even out and his heart returns to a normal pace as his residual panic slowly dissipates. 

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he sighs heavily once he’s recovered a bit. He presses his free hand to his chest. “That was the most terrifying dream I’ve ever had in my life.”

“It’s over now,” Harrington says, still soft, still tracing circles across Eddie’s skin. “Whatever it was, it can’t hurt you anymore.”

But it can, because Eddie can still see those horrible images behind his eyelids every time he blinks. He says so, shakily, “Think it's burned into my brain now, though. It was so real, man, I’m not sure I’ll ever get her disfigured face and mangled body out of my head.”

Harrington pauses. “Wait a second, did you dream about Chrissy?” 

“Yeah, how did you-?” Eddie starts to ask, then stops as he remembers what Harrington had said yesterday about Chrissy being murdered in his trailer. The realization sets in with a cold chill. He shakes his head in horror, tightening his hold on Harrington’s hand like it's a lifeline. “No. Oh no, please don't tell me that actually happened.” 

“It did. I’m sorry, it did.” Harrington clasps Eddie’s hand in both of his now. “That wasn’t just a nightmare, Ed, that was a memory. You’re starting to remember.” 

“Well, shit,” Eddie mutters. If that’s what his lost memories are like, he thinks he’d very much rather them stay forgotten. “I’m starting to see why my brain blocked it all out in the first place, then. Was the whole rest of the last 11 months that awful too?” 

“No…” Harrington frowns and that kicked puppy look flashes across his face, darkening the spark of hope that had just flickered in it before. “Well, maybe, I don’t know. I hope not.” 

“Great,” Eddie sighs, tired and sarcastic. He stares up at the ceiling where the gnarled ghost of Chrissy’s corpse still haunts his vision. “Can’t wait to remember more.” 

“I’m sorry,” Harrington says quietly. A heavy sadness runs thick in his voice again, same way he’d spoken when he first learned of Eddie’s amnesia. He squeezes Eddie’s hand once and then lets go. 

So much for always, Eddie thinks dimly. His hand feels cold now, naked and untethered without the solid pressure of Steve’s fingers curled around it. 

“You should try to go back to sleep,” Harrington tells him. The mattress shifts, the springs creak, as he rises from where he’d been perched at the edge of the bed. In the empty space he leaves behind, Eddie only feels even more untethered. 

A sharp rush of panic grips him at the thought of being left here alone in the dark with the twisting shadows and afterimages of his nightmare. “Wait, Steve,” Eddie calls out immediately, before Harrington can even begin to turn away from him. “Will you stay?” 

“Yeah.” Harrington nods, murmurs, “I’ll stay.” 

~

So Steve stays. He stays and he sits in the stiff chair by Eddie’s bed, and he spirals. Of course he spirals, in the silence, in the dark. He can’t seem to do anything else in Eddie’s presence lately but let his mind spin around in circles ‘til it breaks. 

Was the whole rest of the last 11 months that awful too? Eddie’s previous question is the catalyst of his spiral this time, the words that are currently echoing in the whirlpool of Steve’s consciousness, because he hadn’t thought of that before. He has already wallowed in the idea that he was something so unimportant he was easy to erase, but Steve hadn’t yet considered the possibility that he was something so horrible he needed to be erased. It makes sense, though, doesn’t it? The nurse did say Eddie’s amnesia was in part due to psychological trauma, and his memories do end just before he and Steve properly met. Was being with Steve so awful Eddie’s mind lumped it in with all the other recent traumas and just had to wipe it away? 

An ugly guilt twists beneath his skin, like a deep rot running black in his veins. Steve curls his hand into a fist in his lap, digs his fingernails into his palm as if the sharp bites of pain will help release what is dark and decayed inside of him. As if it will choke the voice in the hollow behind his heart that now tells him he deserved to lose Eddie’s love, or that maybe he never truly had it in the first place.

And, see, Steve knows he’s spiraling. He knows his brain has just tripped down some bullshit rabbit hole of self-deprecation and that really his despairing conclusions are not in any way rooted in reality. He knows Eddie loved him. He knows Eddie’s amnesia is not his own fault nor is it a reflection on him. He knows it’s got nothing to fucking do with him. Yet nonetheless, his mind continues to tumble downwards on a quest to prove the opposite. The rot still festers; the hollow still whispers.

“Hey, Steve?” Eddie’s soft-spoken words eventually cut through the quiet and shake Steve from his lamenting thoughts. 

He sits forward. “Yeah?” 

“I can’t sleep,” Eddie says. “Do you, uh- sorry, could you…maybe hold my hand again?” His voice is small like he’s asking for something embarrassing, and his hesitancy kind of breaks Steve’s heart. “Just until I fall back asleep. It just- it makes me feel safer.” 

“Yeah, of course.” Steve scoots his chair closer to the bed and gently takes hold of Eddie’s hand again. 

Eddie sighs, a heavy exhale of relief, his body beginning to relax almost immediately. He squeezes Steve’s hand. “Thanks,” he mumbles. 

“Anytime,” Steve whispers in response. Always, forever, anything; because I love you, want you, need you, miss you. He swallows down the emotion that rises in his chest. Another spiral threatens to drown his mind again and he fights that off too, tries not to think about everything that fucking hurts. 

He focuses on the familiar feeling of Eddie’s hand in his (it’s bittersweet; he’s not thinking about it), on watching the steady rise and fall of Eddie’s chest as he slips back into a more peaceful sleep (he wants to kiss his forehead, tuck him in like a child; he’s not thinking about it).

Steve leaves first thing in the morning. The second Wayne walks in and Eddie now has someone else there to watch over him, Steve tells the older man briefly about Eddie’s nightmare and then he’s out the door before Eddie even wakes up, and he doesn’t return that day. 

He can convince himself, illogically, that it’s better for Eddie if he stays away - that Steve’s spiral was right and he’d only make Eddie uncomfortable in the daylight; the less he’s around, the less the rot inside of him can poison Eddie too. But also it’s selfish. Mostly it’s selfish. Because as much as Steve craves to be near him, it hurts far more to be around him and not be seen, not be known, not be loved. The ache of missing him when they’re apart is so much easier to bear than the ache of missing him when he’s right in front of him.

Still, Steve does come back that night. He doesn’t want Eddie to be alone, and with Wayne working graveyard shifts and everyone else having parents to answer to, Steve is the only one left who’s both willing and able to sit with him through the night. He has a feeling, just a feeling, same as he’d had the night before, that Eddie might need him again. Well- maybe not him specifically, but just someone, anyone, to comfort him in the dark, and Steve can be that someone. And maybe that’s selfish too, because it feels good, eases the ache a bit, to be the one to help Eddie, to take care of him. If Steve cannot be loved then he will settle for being needed.

Good for them both, then, that Eddie does end up needing Steve that night. Eddie jolts awake from another nightmare memory - this one about being chased onto the lake by Jason Carver and watching another body float above the water and be crumpled and killed by Vecna - and Steve is there once more to hold his hand and soothe him back to sleep.

And then, again, Steve is gone the next morning, back the next night. Such is the pattern he’s fallen into, the selfish, stupid pattern: gone when he cannot feel loved, back when he can feel needed. 

Tonight is the worst nightmare yet. Steve can tell it’s bad even before Eddie wakes. The heart monitor begins to beep more rapidly, Eddie whimpers and twitches in his sleep. Steve grabs Eddie’s hand and tries to ease the nightmare before it worsens, though to no avail. 

Eddie doesn’t wake up screaming this time, but choking and crying, rasping through hyperventilating breaths fragmented nonsense about bats and pain and death. He doesn’t seem to be completely aware or lucid right now, still stuck in his nightmare where he’s dying and he’s scared, so scared. 

“Shh, Eddie, it’s okay. You’re okay.” Steve can’t stand to see him like this. Holding his hand isn’t enough. “C’mere,” he murmurs. “You’re alright.” He doesn’t even think, just climbs onto the bed with him and very very carefully, very very gently, sits them both up and pulls Eddie onto his chest, wrapping his arms around him and holding him close. “You’re alright,” Steve continues to whisper softly, lips brushing against Eddie’s hair. “Just breathe, baby, it’s okay.” (The pet name just slips out; neither of them notice.)

Eddie clutches Steve’s arms, leans back against his chest and tucks his face into the curve of Steve’s neck. He’s trembling, breath still rapid and panicked, not yet free of the waking dream he’s trapped in. “I died- I’m dead- I was dead,” Eddie keeps babbling in shaky, sobbing gasps. “It hurts- and I died. I don’t- I don’t wanna die- I don’t-” 

“You’re not dying, Eddie, you’re not. You’re okay,” Steve reassures him. “You’re alive.” He gently pries one of Eddie’s hands off his arm and guides it to the boy’s chest, covering his hand with his own as he presses it over Eddie’s heart to give proof to his words. “Do you feel that? You’re alive, you’re so alive.” 

Eddie sucks in a deep breath, lets out a tremulous exhale. “I’m alive,” he repeats, his voice wavering like he’s trying to convince himself of something he doesn’t quite believe. 

“Yeah,” Steve confirms, still holding his hand over Eddie’s slowly steadying heartbeat. “You’re alive.” 

Eddie repeats it again, a little more solidly this time. “Okay,” he breathes out. “Okay, I’m okay.” His hyperventilating has finally begun to ease, his tremors gradually dissipating. He seems to wake up a bit more now, settles back into reality. He rolls his face out of the crook of Steve’s neck and tilts his head up to rest it against his shoulder instead as he looks at him. “Steve,” Eddie says, not like a question or the beginning of a sentence, but more like he’s only just now becoming aware of who’s holding him. 

Steve gives a small hum of confirmation in response. He doesn’t know if Eddie is going to want him to move now, if the way they’re situated is uncomfortable for him or if Eddie is even okay with this situation at all. Steve can’t tell. He should’ve thought of that first. Holding his hand is one thing, but pulling Eddie half on top of him and holding him there is another thing entirely. And Eddie doesn’t know him anymore. Steve wouldn’t blame the guy if he freaked out at coming out of a panic attack to find himself in some strange man’s arms. 

But Eddie just closes his eyes, goes quiet and still for a few long moments, and so Steve stays where he is, assumes Eddie’s trying to go back to sleep. Steve will keep holding him until then. 

“Why are you always here at night?” Eddie asks suddenly, opening his eyes again. So he’s not trying to go back to sleep. 

The question catches Steve off guard, and not just because he hadn’t expected Eddie to speak again. “I, uh, I don’t want you to be alone- you know, with your nightmares.” 

“No, yeah, I know, and I-I’m grateful for that, but,” Eddie clarifies, “I meant, why are you always only here at night? I know you’re around during the day, dropping off one of the kids or Robin or whatever, you just don’t come in. Like- you’ll hold me through a nightmare, but you won’t actually hang out with me and just, like, eat shitty hospital food and watch shitty hospital TV with me. What’s up with that?” Eddie looks up at him. His tone is light enough, but there’s a genuine curiosity in his eyes, and a confusion that borders on hurt. “Thought we were supposed to be friends, Harrington.”

“We are,” Steve says immediately. “We are friends. I just- I didn’t want to force that on you or-or make you uncomfortable or awkward or anything. I know you don’t know me anymore.” 

“Well, you haven’t given me much of a chance to get to know you again,” Eddie states plainly, and that catches Steve off guard too. 

“I didn’t know you wanted to.” 

“Of course I want to,” Eddie mutters. “You’re a decent guy, Stevie. Not how I thought you’d be. Maybe I want you to keep surprising me.” 

The way one corner of his mouth quirks up then, popping a dimple in his cheek, makes Steve’s heart stutter, chest warm with a rush of affection. He can’t help but smile a little too. “Okay.” 

“Okay,” Eddie echoes, smirk stretching into a proper grin now. He taps his fingers where they rest on Steve’s arm. “You better hang out with me tomorrow.” 

“I will,” Steve agrees, because how can he say no to a smile like that? “Promise.” 

~

Satisfied, Eddie closes his eyes and settles back to try and fall asleep again. A lingering fear still runs like an undercurrent beneath his veins though, scared of sleep and dreading the possibility of another nightmare, another memory. He shifts, pulls Steve’s arms a little tighter around him. Eddie never seems to have bad dreams once Steve is holding onto him.

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[trulyhisnightmare]

His Nightmare | C.Rhodes

Not my gif

Parings: Cody Rhodes x fiancé!reader

Summary: it’s Cody’s day off and you want him

Warnings: oral (f!receiving), fingering, dry riding, reader has a tattoo for Cody and he does for her, swearing, dirty talk, illusions to more smut.

Word count: 525

a/n: first imagine, was actually nervous about posting this but anything for the new champ.

Being engaged to a professional wrestler was an adventure every day. The days Cody wasn’t working were the days he still had to maintain his persona and start Instagram and twitter beef. “Cody.” You whine from the couch, scrolling through twitter and seeing Cody tweet for the tenth time in ten minutes. “What’s wrong?” He says, coming down in a dress shirt and sitting beside you. “You realize how rare days off are in wwe, right?” You ask, snuggling up to his side, running a finger up and down his chest. 

Cody nods in confusion, not really knowing what you’re getting at. “It’s your day off and you’re more on your phone than you are on me.” You clarify. “I just wanna feel the American nightmare.” You whine into his ear, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. “Jesus, love, have you been this needy all day?” He taunts, leaning further back into the couch. You swing a leg over his lap and fully straddle him, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.

You pushed apart the opening of his shirt seeing the tattoo of “𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓃𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓇ℯ.” It replicated yours, however yours said “𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓇ℯ.” The memory of getting the tattoos together makes your heart race. Your finger traced along the cursive ink in his chest while placing kisses along his neck and his hands running up and down your back, pulling you further into him, practically placing you on his bulge. 

Cody bunched up the bottom of your shirt, pulling it over your head and unclasping your bra, letting your tits feel the coolness of the room causing your nipples to harden. “Fuck baby. All this for me.” Cody says, grazing his thumbs over your nipples. You arch into his body, your breathing uneven all into his ear. “Cody please. More.” You beg, letting out a low moan as he attaches his lips around your nipple while his hand plays with the other. 

You pulled off Cody’s button up, wrapping your arms around his biceps as you arched forward. Cody let his hand wander down your stomach to the entrance of your pant line. You gasp at Cody, cold fingers tracing your fold. “That’s it baby, just relax.” Cody flipped the two of you, allowing your back to hit the couch, making Cody on top, peeling your panties off. 

Cody's hands rubbed against your thighs, back to your clit. He slowly rubbed it over with his thumb while placing wet kisses along your neck. He trails his mouth along your body, inserting a finger ever so slowly, finally allowing you to feel undeniable pleasure. His tongue circles your clit, creating endless figure eights. Your thighs try to clamp around his head, but he uses his hands to keep them apart.

 “Cody, please. I need you.” You whimper thrashing in his hold. You let out an anguish cry of pleasure as Cody caught your orgasm on his finger. You perch up on your elbows as Cody gets off the couch. “You better make it to our bedroom before I do.” He says giving you a smirk making you blush, biting your lips slightly as you rushed to the bedroom. 

#wwe raw #wwe smackdown #wwe #wwe royal rumble #wwe wrestlemania #wwe x reader #wrestlemania #cody rhodes #cody rhodes x you #cody rhodes imagine #cody rhodes x reader #cody rhodes smut #cody rhodes fic #the american nightmare #the American nightmare smut #wwe smut

[elsprincess]

yo reread ur blurb from today and it made me think of how hard ellie would fold if reader said, "hey, be a good girl n be patient, hmm?" unholy fuck she would die. adams apple bobbing with her thickly bolted gulp, jerking her hips in sync to the throb in her pussy.. gawd ♡

(the blurb in question)

oh my god and like especially if u made her watch as u rub ur clothed clit <3

her eager eyes fixated on ur fingers moving in slow circles, enviously staring, imagining her tongue pressed against ur folds

she’s biting her bottom lip with every hard gulp she swallows, growing more and more worked up by the second

“feel good mama?” she restlessly shifts her legs around the uncomfortable wetness soaking her boxers, her puffy clit throbbing against the fabric

“mhmm, ur being s’patient els” and jesus christ the way her whole face lights up at ur sweet praise, puppy dog eyes n all

ur breath hitches as warmth n butterflies swarm ur tummy, ellie can tell ur close too so she’s licking her swollen bitten lips n letting her jaw go slack

she’s about to fucking devour u

#ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams fanfic #aestra i love ur mind!!!!

[comet-forgot-you]

can we get some more amber smut 🙏🙏

ofc you can.

here

amber freeman x reader

shes so babygirl WHAT

summary: amber always comes over when you need her

warnings: 18+ pls, smut, fingering, nipple play, sexting but just a lil, amber’s mean and degrading but in a i want her kind of way, i think thats all

a/n: i know this is late but i hated everything i wrote until i got to this middle ground. do not repost for any reason.

you hated when amber left to her own dorm, hated how empty yours felt the second she stepped out. you hated night like tonight even more. nights where your mind was restless, thinking of one thing over and over and over again.

amber’s fingers buried in your cunt.

you tried to sleep, you really did, but your mind wouldnt stop racing. always going back to amber. you reach for your phone, checking the time. 12 am. you unlock your phone, sending a text to the girl that took over your thoughts.

ambss

u up?

yeah, whats up?

nothing

js missed u

you peel your blankets off of your body, angling the phone to show off your barely covered body. the only thing covering you being a sports bra and a underwear that left nothing to the imagination.

fuck baby

trying get me back in your room?

ill be there in five.

you smile, locking your phone. your always got what you wanted from her, she wouldn’t let herself say no even if she really wanted too. a few minutes pass before a knock comes from your door. you’re quick to get out of bed, making your way to the door.

ambers on you the second the door closes, her lips pressed against the skin of your neck, leaving marks that will surely get you dirty looks from random strangers in the days to come. you don’t care, though, to focused on the way her fingers roll your clothed nipples.

“such a slut, baby. can’t even go a whole night without me touching you, hmm?” you nod, eyes closing as heat courses through your body. she guides you to your bed, settling herself between your thighs. she thumbs your clit through your soaked underwear, a needy whine falls from your lips, hips bucking against the digit. she tugs at the elastic of your bra and you make quick work of taking it off, throwing it to some random corner of the room.

“ambss,” you whimper out, back arching when her warm mouth meets your pebbled nipple. she hums, the vibration against your nipple sending heat straight to your core.

she pulls your underwear to the side, swiping a finger through your wet folds. you hiss at the contact. she knew how to rile you up, how to get you all needy for her. she sinks two fingers into your cunt, curling them and hitting the spongey spot that has your eyes rolling back in pleasure. she pulls herself from your nipple with a pop, a smirk playing on her lips.

her palm hits your clit with every thrust of her fingers. the sound of your pussy and moans echo off of the walls. you’re certain your neighbors will be giving you an earful tomorrow. her mouth takes your neglected nipple into you mouth, pressing nee tongue flat against the bud.

“sh-shit,” you slur out. she rubs tight circles on your pulsing clit, curling her fingers with every other thrust into you. “needed you s’ bad, ambs. feels so good.” your words are breathy. the coil in your stomach is tight, ready to snap at any moment. her teeth scrape against your nipple before shes pulling away from the bud.

“feel so good, need you so bad, im such a fucking slut, i cant think without you amber,” her words come out in a high pitched voice as she mocks you. “jesus, baby, didn’t think you were such a fuckin slut, shit.” the words send heat spreading through your body, your walls squeeze her fingers. “shit, knew that would turn you on, such a fucking slut i swear.” you whine.

you didn’t know amber could sound so mean, but shit did it push you closer and closer to the edge. she pinches your nipple between her fingers. “look around you, you’re gonna cum and i haven’t even taken your underwear off. you’re so fucking needy.” your hips buck into her hand, you try your best to hold off the orgasm that threatens to take over your body.

“need to- gotta, please ambs, js,” you cant say it, embarrassment filling your mind.

she laughs, “don’t act all shy now, say it, baby. tell me what you want.” your head falls to the side, arms coming up to hide your face from her heavy stare.

“js wanna cum,” you mumble. amber pries your arms out of your face, grabbing your chin to look her in her eyes.

“sorry, didn’t quiet hear that, ask again.”

“i just want to cum, amber. please?” she smiles.

“go on, baby, i know how needy you are.” you’re coming undone on her fingers in seconds, pleasure coursing through your body.

it didn’t matter how mean amber could get, how harsh her words could get. she couldn’t say no to you, especially when you begged to have her fingers buried in your cunt in the middle of the night.

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[puppyspiral]

recoil

carmen berzatto x f!reader smut

summary: he pushes you too hard. you push back

etc: nsfw, fingering, piv sex, carmy kind of being a dick sorry.... but then hes nice

a/n: haii this is an excerpt from a long fic i'm writing i just really wanted to write smut abt carmen first LMFAO it's like the reader is his roommate due to situations umm

word count: 1677

“Again, Chef,” Carmen was right behind you, watching you chop carrots on the cutting board in your apartment. You were now finding it redundant that you had asked him to call you “Chef” when he was teaching you how to cook.

“Jesus, Carmy,” You sighed exasperatedly, pushing your already sliced coins away and readying a new vegetable.

He hummed a little, “I said ‘again.’” His voice was low in your ear and your knife almost slipped in your palm. You continued to steadily slice at the vegetable until his voice was sharp in your ear again. “It’s still not good enough. You have to go faster.”

You groaned, loudly, tired of him. “Carmy! It’s, like, twelve-thirty! I want to go to fucking bed!”

He took the knife from you, giving you what could only be categorized as a glare. He took a place next to you, rather than behind you, and quickly chopped the carrot into thin coins, faster than you could ever imagine to do. “Yeah? There. Go to sleep, try again in the morning.” There was a bite to his words.

“Carmen,” You replied, grabbing his wrist.

“What?” He snapped and you pulled him into a kiss.

He was surprised, obviously, but he dropped the knife onto the counter and pressed the brunt of his body weight into you. “Fuck,” You groaned against his lips and he growled against yours.

“Shut up,” He replied, picking you up so that you could wrap your legs around his waist and he could walk into his bedroom.

You didn’t venture into Carmen’s room. Ever. It smelled overwhelmingly like him, like earth and his method soap. His room was neat and messy at the same time, with clothes strewn across a chair he had, but his bed was made neatly, sheets tucked under the mattress.

He dropped you onto the mattress, ensuring you were fully settled into the middle of his bed. He crawled over you, kissing you again, his lips playing sloppily on yours.

“Carmy,” You managed to moan out between kisses.

He also moaned your name and it sounded sweet, like he had been waiting for this. He pulled off his shirt, and you would’ve thought it was a shame because of how the shirt hugged his biceps, but seeing the muscles underneath the shirt was way better.

“Shit, Carm, didn’t know you were fuckin’ ripped,” You said, pressing your hands into his shoulders and then letting them travel down his torso.

He laughed a little, “I like to keep it tight.”

You joined him in a small chuckle, “Don’t ever say that again.”

“My bad,” He replied, leaning down and kissing your neck. You groaned a little as his kisses turned into soft bites, leaving marks on your neck. Yep, definitely wearing a turtleneck into work tomorrow.

He helped you pull your shirt off, molding his hands to your breasts and massaging them. He dipped down, kissing your collarbone and then scraping his teeth over it. He brought his hand down, rubbing you through your shorts. If he were to be feeling you over your underwear, you were sure he would feel the fact that you were soaked through, all because of a little kissing.

You locked your fingers together on the back of his neck, bringing him down to kiss you some more because you had barely begun to kiss him and you were already missing the feeling of his lips on yours.

“Is this okay? I can do this, right?” He murmured into your ear, hand still rubbing small circles over your clothed heat.

“Yes,” You breathed out, squirming against his hand.

He swallowed as if regaining self-control. “Tell me. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

You nibbled on your bottom lip, “Really?”

“I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to,” He brought your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

“Fine. I want you to hurry up and put your dick in me. I’ve waited long enough.”

His eyes widened in surprise and he blinked momentarily. “Condom,” He said quickly, as if realizing the gravity of the situation.

“Carmen, no. I’ve wanted this for god knows how long, and I’m on birth control. Fuck me raw.” He dropped his head, groaning.

“Okay, fuck, okay. Raw.” He said the word as if it were something new to him.

He wasted little time taking his pants off and you saw the thick outline of his cock through his boxers. Carmen curled his fingers into your shorts and underwear, pulling them down. He wet his lips at the sight of your dripping pussy and pushed his hand through his hair. “You’re fuckin’ soaked.”

“Shut up,” You replied, face flushing.

“No, no, it’s good. It’s cute,” He said, curving the shape of his hand to fit your cunt. You throbbed against his palm and he chuckled a little. “You’re eager for this, aren’t you?”

You swallowed, digging fingernails into his shoulders. “Shut the hell up.”

“Mm-mm,” He replied, one of his fingers pushing carefully into you. You let out a soft noise as just that one finger stretched you out. He had thick fingers, you realized. You had always been semi-aware of it, but this really went to show it.

“Carmy,” You groaned, digging your nails into him a little harder.

He sunk another finger into you and you let a wanton moan escape you, hands making fists in the sheets.

His fingers spread apart inside of you and you could’ve sworn you were seeing stars. “Carmy,” You moaned, again, his name was the only word your mind could come up with.

“Shh, you’re taking it so well,” He murmured and you nodded.

He pumped his fingers in and out of you at almost an agonizing pace, each movement somehow finding some different spot inside of you and drawing out noises you didn’t even know you could make.

He pulled his fingers out of you when he seemed to be satisfied with how undone he had made you.

He wrapped his hands around your waist as best as he could, lifting your hips up ever so slightly. You kept your position, trembling, as he pulled his boxers down. “Shit,” You sighed softly, realizing that this was, in fact, happening.

“You okay?” He asked, dragging his thumb over your cheek.

You nodded and then swallowed. “It’s not every day someone gets a chance to fuck their childhood crush.”

“It could be,” He said with a small smirk that brought a flush to your already heated cheeks.

“Oh, shut up,” You huffed out, spreading your legs as if inviting him in.

He chuckled, “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

He positioned the head of his cock with your entrance and you let out a large and shuddering gasp as he pushed inside of you. A groan escaped him as his cock was swallowed by the warmth of your cunt.

There was the smallest hint of pain as his cock stretched you out and he intertwined his fingers with yours, kissing every small inch of skin he could to comfort you.

He began to pull out and you already missed the way he filled you. He rolled his hips back into you, slowly and carefully. You leaned your head back into the pillow, biting on your lip as a pleased whine bubbled over your lips.

“Is that okay?” He asked gently, continuing the soft push and pull of his hips.

“Yes,” You gasped, finally getting used to the feeling of him inside of you.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” He whispered, leaning down and kissing your neck softly.

You nodded in agreeance and this time he kissed your lips as he moved his hips. His hips sped up their pace and he set a fast rhythm, snapping his hips in and out of you.

You let loud moans leave your lips, your nails leaving crescent marks in his shoulders and back. “Carmen,” You whimpered, wrapping your legs around his torso. No way in hell were you letting him go.

“No, you’re taking me so well, good girl,” He murmured into your ear, nipping at the slope of your neck.

The praise made you gasp and you pulled him down for another kiss and it was heated and messy. He groaned into your mouth as you tightened around him and you bit down on his lip as his hand traveled down to play with your clit. “Stop,” You breathed out, even if you didn’t want him to.

“Yeah, you sure about that?” He asked with a chuckle.

You pouted. “Obviously not.”

His movements had momentarily stilled and he suddenly snapped his hips into you. You quickly slapped a hand over your mouth to stop the loud yelp that came from you from being too loud.

He smiled, obviously pleased at your reaction. His pace became a little erratic as you tightened around him again. “Jesus, Carmy, I’m so close,” You breathed out.

“Mhm, me too, baby, me too,” He said softly, carding fingers through your hair and murmuring other sweet nothings into your ears.

Heat spread under your skin as you realized how close you were to your climax. “Gonna cum, ah, ‘m so close,” You groaned, hands going up and pushing into his hair. You tugged at the ringlets as soft, pleased noises left your lips.

“That’s right, baby, go ahead and cum on my cock,” He said, nipping at your neck.

With one more thrust of his cock, you came undone. You threw your head back in pleasure and moaned, your walls fluttering around his length as you rode out your orgasm.

Carmen gasped a little, pulling out of you quickly, his come spilling out onto your stomach.

“You’re good, you’re so fucking good,” He whispered, capturing your lips in a kiss, his hands cupping the sides of your face.

You laughed a little as he kissed you, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

A little more kissing, a little more touching, and you were falling asleep in his arms.

#my writing #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x reader smut #the bear #the bear x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen x sydney #smut #x reader #carmen berzatto smut

[cyberfreaky]

imagine dilf!jake settling in the metkayina clan & the reader is always flirting with him, but he’s reluctant to make a move because she’s tonowari’s eldest daughter ??&/!/

but one day, he has to visit her marui pod for whatever reason, and the readers wearing something super skimpy & jake can’t hold himself back anymore 🤭

I LOVE THIS BYEE

jake was always careful around you.

the sully’s had only recently sought out uturu within the metkayina, and jake was eternally grateful to tonowari & ronal for. he refused to fuck up this god-given opportunity because their eldest daughter was a pretty, little flirt.

jake always had to visit your family’s marui, in order to discuss private matters with your father. but of course, there was always the risk of you being present. and to jake’s ‘luck’, you were the only person in the pod. the older man let out an silent grunt of frustration at the realisation, and he was quick to try escape without you noticing him. rookie mistake.

“leaving so soon?” you’d say with a playful smirk, walking over to the entryway and leaning against the woven wall. the older man stopped in his tracks and sighed, turning to face his biggest problem. his amber eyes widened slightly at the sight of your attire…or lack thereof.

how did you manage to make already revealing clothing that more suggestive? that little loincloth left nothing to the imagination, hugging your soft sides and barely covering the curve of your ass. and that top? eywa, give the man strength. the fabric was tight against your chest, emphasising the swell of your perky tits. you were like a walking sex doll, and it was driving jake insane.

“i needed to talk with yr’dad.” jake coughed awkwardly, trying to divert his eyes away from your body. you were so fucking tantalising, and he could feel the blood rushing to his crotch already. “…i’ll come back later.”

you knew exactly what you were doing. the way you feigned innocence was all strategic; it didn’t take a genius to figure that out. “you can wait here till he gets back. he’s observing the hunters, so he may be a while.” you spoke in that sweet voice of yours, taking a step closer to jake and glancing up at him through your lashes. “i’ll keep you company.”

jake looked down at you with a contemplative expression, his gaze soon travelling back down to your chest. your hard nipples were poking through your skin-tight top, practically on display for the na’vi man. his cock was painfully hard, vulgar thoughts filling his mind as he made no effort to hide his lust. your offer was so tempting, and he was well aware how this little visit would end.

“you’ll keep me company, huh?”

“yes, sir.”

were you worth the risk? most definitely.

your smaller frame was held up by the older man, hoisted in the air and stuffed to the brim with jake’s cock. he slammed you down roughly on his thick length, stretching your tight pussy out as you held onto him for dear life. you’d never been silenced so quickly in your life. your flirty remarks were now replaced with pathetic whines and blubbering sounds of desperation.

“this what you wanted, huh?” jake grunted roughly, his brows furrowing as his eyes became half-lidded. “walkin’ around in that slutty outfit…ughh…jus’ beggin’ me to fuck ‘ya.”

his callous hands were squeezing your ass, kneading the fat roughly. each time he lifted you up and rammed himself inside your cunt, the air was ripped from your chest. “y—yes..oh, fuck!” you’d cry out, a creamy ring circling around the base of jake’s thick cock. “m’gonna c..cum..!”

“already? jesus, baby.” jake chuckled as he held you still for a moment, slowly carrying you over to your cot. he breathlessly laid you down, pressing your thighs against you chest as he began to pound into you mercilessly once more. “who knew the little princess was such a fucking whore?” the squelch of your dripping hole and screaming moans filled the open space - anyone walking past the marui would know exactly what was happening inside.

you clawed onto jake’s back, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each hard thrust. you could feel his tip hitting your sweet spot nonstop, making you whine in response. “want you to cum in me.” you begged jake, looking up at him with desperate eyes. “p—please, daddy.”

“oh, yeah? .. f-fuck .. y’wanna be filled up?” jake crooned through groans, nuzzling his face into your neck as he folded your taut body in half. his hips slammed against your pelvis, the sound evolving into a sloppy, wet slapping. “gonna have to beg a little harder than that, doll.”

— all rights reserved © cyberfreaky (2023) do not repost, translate or copy my work without given permission.

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[ashwhowrites]

Hi! I have a request, but I’m not sure if it fits exactly in the smut prompt list.

Would you interested and/or writing about the night Eddie and reader conceive their first child?

Thank you for considering!

Oh definitely!

This is really fucking fluffy

⚠️smut, some good love making, slight breeding kink- way too tired to proofread

Eddie and Y/N Munson have been married for two years. They had a small wedding, in a small room, but surrounded by everyone they love. Wayne married the couple. Crying as he watched his nephew marry the girl of his dreams. Steve was Eddie's best man, smiling over his shoulder as Eddie said his vows to his future wife. Chrissy cried behind Y/N, watching as her best friend stood in white.

Everyone clapped as the couple kissed. This was a relationship everyone knew would last. Eddie was smitten with her and she adored him.

All they wanted now, was a baby.

Eddie never knew how bad he wanted to be a dad until they babysat Steve's little boy. He was four years old and had the biggest crush on Y/N.

He followed her everywhere. Wrapping his little arms around her legs. Always begging to be held.

Eddie loved watching her with him. The way she'd smile as she danced with him in the living room.

He adored that during movie nights she'll fall asleep on Eddie. Steve's little boy would fall asleep on her lap. His hand clenching on her tightly. Eddie's arm wrapped around them both.

That night wouldn't leave his head. He imagined having his own son or daughter, sleeping on his wife as she slept on him. Some old movie playing in the background. Eddie never knew he wanted a baby until he married her. Now he wanted a baby and he only wanted a baby with her.

~~

Y/N was in the bathroom, tying her hair back as she cleaned off her makeup. The couple just got back from a date night. A romantic dinner at a new restaurant near their home.

Eddie loved being in their home. It had three bedrooms, but only one was being used. Eddie wanted to fill those bedrooms with little feet and quiet giggles.

"hey baby" he called out, walking into the bathroom.

"yeah?" She asked as she dried her face

"do you want a baby?"

She turned to look at him quickly.

"of course I do. But we'll wait until you are ready, just like we talked about" she smiled. Wrapping her arms around his neck

"I'm ready" he said fast. His stomach was already filling with excitement.

She smiled bigger, "are you sure? There's no rush"

"I'm definitely sure. I want to fuck you all night, deep and slow. Cum in you so deep. Get you pregnant. Watch your body create our baby. I bet you'd look so hot with a bump." He whispered against her lips. Biting her bottom lip softly as his thumb rested on her cheek

"Jesus Eddie" she moaned. She could feel herself getting wet at his words. Her thighs clenched and she hated the way Eddie smirked as he noticed it.

"my wife likes that huh?" He teased. One hand cupping her neck and moving her head up. Lips inches away. His other hand was slowly going down her body. Cupping her heated cunt through her small shorts

"mhhm yes" she moaned. Licking her lips as she waited for Eddie to kiss her. Slowly grinding herself against his hand.

Eddie took away his touch. Smiling as she pouted. With a kiss to her lips, he picked her up throwing her over his shoulder as he raced to their bedroom. She laughed and giggled as he ran. Slapping his ass playfully.

Her laugh stopped when he threw her down on the bed. She gasped as he dove straight in her neck. Sucking and kissing everywhere. She moaned as her hands gripped his hair.

"I bet you are soaked gorgeous" he teased. Nipping at her skin one last time.

"Eddie please" she whined as she thrust her hips up against him

"shh I got you baby" he kissed her neck as he moved down. Kissing down her body over her clothes. Once his lips reached the top of her shorts, he pulled away.

Slipping her shorts off, he smirked at the small wet patch on her panties.

"look at that" he teased, his thumb circling the wet patch slowly. Enjoying the way her body jerked. He pressed her panties against her clit. Feeling her wetness grow.

"Eddie come on" she grunted, frustrated at his teasing.

He laughed at her attitude but took off her panties. Kissing all around her thighs, creeping closer to her wet cunt. Sucking hickies into her inner thighs. Her fingers dug into his hair. Shoving his head further against her and moving her hips against his nose. Forcing her clit to finally be touched.

Eddie moaned as she held him in place. Forcing herself against him. The way she was using him had his cock growing harder in his pants.

He gave in, licking her clit slowly. Enjoying how she moaned loudly.

"spread your legs for me Munson" she whined even louder when he called her by her last name, the one she got from him.

She listened instantly. Spreading her legs as far as she could. Whining as Eddie spit on her cunt and rubbed it in.

His pushed one finger in her, watching as her body clenched.

"so wet gorgeous" he moaned. Moving his one finger in and out of her.

"more baby" she whined. Moving her hips with Eddie's finger. Moaning as he added another finger. He was two fingers deep. His rings smacking against her heated cunt. His left hand was moving up her body, grabbing her tits. The feeling of his silver wedding band caused goosebumps on her skin.

His mouth moving against her clit. Switching between licking and sucking.

"fuck more please" she whined. Throwing her head back as Eddie added two more fingers. Now four fingers deep in her. Fucking her hard and fast. Loving the sound of her cunt sucking him in. She was dripping everywhere. He sucked harder on her clit. His left hand still working on her tits.

"I'm gonna cum" she whined. Throwing her head back as she rode his face. Forcing his head to stay against her. Her thighs clenching around his head as her orgasm ripped through her.

Eddie removed his mouth from her clit, "that's it baby. Cum for me. Make a mess on my fingers baby" his mouth returned to her clit. Licking in circles and sucking her clit.

She gasped loudly as her orgasm kept going. Her body arching as her thighs shook. Her eyes rolling in the back of her head. The image of Eddie's head between her thighs was all she could see when she clenched her eyes shut.

Eddie worked her through her orgasm. Palming himself through his dress pants as he watched her cum.

Eddie kissed up her body. Humming softly as he reached her lips. Y/N didn't waste a second, shoving her tongue in his mouth. Loving that she could taste herself on her husband's tongue. He moaned as she sucked his tongue, then sucked his button lip.

"let me suck you off" she whined. Removing her shirt.

Eddie stood at the end of the bed. Unbuttoning his dress shirt. Her eyes looked as each button opened, more skin was showing. His inked and slightly hairy chest had her hands going to unbuckle his pants faster.

The second his pants hit the floor with his boxers, she yanked the rest of his shirt off, pushing it off of his shoulders. Looking at the sight of his naked body. His pale skin, decorated with moles. His small waist that she wanted to sink her teeth into. His red cock begging for attention. His small thighs. His heavy balls. She could feel herself dripping for him all over again

She moved to the end of the bed on her knees. Pumping his cock as she wrapped her mouth around his head. Swirling her tongue around his tip. Slowly moving her head further down on his cock. Her hands rested on his thighs, bracing herself as she sucked him faster.

Once she felt his hands tangled in her hair she knew what was coming next.

He fucked her throat fast. Whimpering as she sucked him off perfectly. He loved the way she gave head. She refused to get off of his cock until he was panting for her. Refusing to move unless he was cumming down her throat. She loved giving Eddie head. Something about his gorgeous cock being in her throat was so sinful she loved it. The way he would fuck her throat so roughly but kiss her softly afterwards. Telling her how she did so well for him.

His ass was clenching as he stuffed his cock in the back of her throat. Stopping his thrusts as he stayed there.

"hold it ...that's it baby" he moaned. Hearing her gag and choke had him closer than ever. He loved that her nose was against his pubic hair. His balls inch away from her chin. He was so deep in her throat.

She moved her hands around his thighs, slowly making her way to his balls. Folding the skin and massaging.

"oh fuck yes" he moaned. Her soft hands working on his balls as she sucked him off.

He quickly yanked himself out of her mouth. Breathing heavy as he panted. He was seconds away from cumming.

"why'd you stop?" She asked, sitting sweetly on her knees

Eddie smiled down at her, his fingers digging in her hair, yanking her head straight up

"because I need to make sure I cum in that pussy. How else am I going to fuck a baby in you?" He pushed her body in the bed.

Slipping his body on top of hers.

He teased her clit softly, holding his cock as he moved it up and down. His tip getting soaked in her wetness

"please Eddie" she whined again. Eddie wasn't in a rush. Still teasing his tip against her.

She wasn't waiting. She shoved his hand off of his cock and gripped it instead. Pushing his cock inside of her as she pushed her hips down on him

"damn baby. You want me bad today huh?" He teased. Moving himself out of her and slowly pushing back in.

"God yes" she moaned.

He was thrusting into her slowly and deeply. He had to control his breathing so he wouldn't bust so soon. He could feel every part of her.

"I don't think I've ever been this deep" he moaned

He was used to fucking her fast. Both are always too impatient to go slow. Wanting that desperate and needy sex.

But now she could feel every vein in Eddie's cock as he thrusted inside of her. Feeling him deep in her stomach

"god I love your tight pink pretty pussy" he moaned. Fucking her a tad bit harder. Losing himself in the feeling of her.

"fuck baby. You feel so good. So fucking deep" she whined. Wrapping her legs around him, shoving him even deeper in her

"yeah? Think I can get even deeper?" He asked. He pulled out and flipped her over. Kissing down her spine as she arched her ass into him.

"Look at you. So horny for me" he teased, smacking her ass.

"again" she moaned, pushing herself against his cock. He smirked and slapped her ass again

He slammed back into her without warning. The strength in her arms giving out as she face planted in the sheets. The sheets swallowed her moans as she reached behind her and held on to Eddie's ass. She was moaning like crazy. She could feel him everywhere.

"oh fuck you are so tight" he pounded into her even faster. He's done going slow. He wanted to hear her scream and beg

"I love feeling your balls" she whimpered. His heavy sack of balls were smacking her hard. His thrusts were ruthless and his balls smacked against her cunt

"I want to ride your cock"

Eddie wasn't one to turn down his wife's wishes. He slipped out, pumping himself as he sat against the headboard.

She quickly crawled in his lap. Kissing his lips as she lowered herself on his cock. Moaning as she was filled with him again

She didn't care to go slow either. Bouncing fast and rocking her hips into him.

Eddie's mouth latched on to her tits that were in his face. Sucking her nipples as she held him even closer into her.

His hand went down to her clit. Rubbing her fast and hard. Loving how she squealed as her body jerked into him

"that's it baby. Can't wait to cum in you. Make a baby with you. Watch your stomach grow, knowing I was balls deep inside of you. Pumping my whole load just for you. Just for my beautiful wife. "

She was panting at his words and the abuse on her clit. Her arms were fully around his body. Her forehead pressed against his. Nose to nose.

"I need to cum" she moaned

"do it baby. Cum for daddy yeah? Make a mess on my cock"

She screamed as she came all over him. Hearing him call himself daddy had her spazzing.

Eddie worked her through her orgasm. Holding back on his own.

She kept moving her hips. Watching as he shuttered as he got closer

"that's it daddy. You going to cum? Fill me up with all your cum? Make me a mommy daddy. Get me pregnant. Cum in me"

Eddie moaned at her words. A dark cloud taking over him as he fucked up into her hardly. She was screaming at the overstimulation but she felt way too good to go slow.

"shit...yes baby...FUCK" he screamed as he felt his load shoot in her. Fucking up into her desperately

"take it baby" he moaned

"every. Last. Drop." Pounding harder after each word.

She nodded and rode him harder, milking him for everything he had.

Their bodies shut down together. She slumped into him as he rubbed her back softly

"you did so good for me baby" he whispered into her hair. Kissing her head over and over. She snuggled deeper into his chest. His cock going soft inside of her. Neither felt they wanted to take it out.

"just stay in me please?" She asked. Eddie nodded with a smile. Lifting her head and kissing her lips.

"we are so doing that every single night"

She laughed but knew Eddie was serious.

~~

Weeks later she held the test, two pink lines staring back at her. She screamed excitedly as she ran out of the bathroom.

Eddie was making dinner when he heard her scream. Panicky running towards the sound of her screams. He ran straight into her as he rounded the corner, catching her fast before she fell

"what's wrong?" He asked fast. Looking over her body and touching for areas she flinched at

"EDDIE LOOK!" she basically screamed in his face. Shoving the stick in his face

Eddie wasn't sure what he was looking at

"are you sick?" He asked, eyeing what he thought was a thermometer

"no Eddie it's a pregnancy test!"

He snatched it out of her hands, staring down at the pink lines

"does this mean we are having a baby?" He asked, hope filling his body. She wouldn't have screamed if it was a negative, right?

"WE'RE HAVING A BABY!" she screamed

"OH MY GOD. I'M GONNA BE A DAD?" he screamed back. Throwing the test on the floor and he wrapped his arms around her. Twirling her in the air as she laughed

"you are so going to be the hottest dad ever" she smiled, kissing his lips

"I definitely have a thing for moms now" he joked as he kissed her back.

The Munson family of two was about to be a family of three....and Dustin.

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[postoctobrist]

I could just look this up but I think it's more interesting to ask actual people about these things, so apologies

As a person who knows nothing about Islam, I gotta ask - what's the deal with the giant black cube?

Oh man I love talking about our cube! The cube is called the Kaaba, which means ‘the cube’. It is very holy (you are meant to be visualising it as a sort of aiming point every time you pray) but it isn’t secret, and a lot of people assume it is inherently mysterious.

So many pre-Islamic Arabian cities, including Mecca, had a cube. These served as public shrines and housed idols of the pagan gods of that city. A lot of them also housed or had embedded into them meteorites, because something falling from the sky is pretty easy to worship.

Our cube, the cube, is believed to be the site where way back in the day Ibrahim (Abraham, if you want) built a house of worship to God. Over time as monotheism lost out to pagan polytheism its original purpose was lost and people use it as a shrine and copy the form of that shrine elsewhere.

For any Muslim narrative, one of the things that Muhammad does as a prophet is to kick Arabia back onto the monotheism from which it had fallen away (into ignorance, jahiliyyah). So when Muhammad re-enters Mecca he goes to the Kaaba and smashes all the idols inside with a staff while saying that ‘truth has come and falsehood has vanished’ - in some tellings of this he preserves a statue of the infant Jesus and Mary but places it outside. What happens next is a kind of religious compromise where he Islamifies (well, God does, but he’s the one telling Muhammad what to do) bits of the Meccan pagan religion. So the cube stays, the meteorite in it, a black stone, stays, and the Meccan fertility rite of tawaf where people circled the cube naked gets changed so you have to wear clothes and it isn’t horny any more. A mosque is built up around it. Eventually the direction you face during prayer is changed from towards Jerusalem to towards the Kaaba. And from then until now Islamic practice in relation to the cube has not really changed.

FUN CUBE FACTS

It’s not the same building Ibrahim built or the same building Muhammad resanctified. It has fallen down in earthquakes or been destroyed with catapults an alarming number of times and then just rebuilt in a very practical way. The current incarnation dates back to 1626.

It’s not black - in high winds or when it’s being changed, which it is yearly, you can see under the black and gold cloth covering, the kiswah, and see the granite blocks underneath:

The kiswah also doesn’t have to be black. It’s a pretty firmly established tradition now but it’s been red, green and white at various times.

It has an inside. There’s nothing secret about it like the Holy of Holies, every year a bunch of dignitaries get to go in and clean it. There’s nothing material important in there, that being sort of the point:

The little cabinet has cleaning supplies, perfumes and the like. If you pray inside the Kaaba you can face in any direction, plus I like to imagine you unlock a fun little achievement.

#Islam

[j4desblurbs]

HURT YOU

sierra six (courtland gentry) x fem! reader

this man has been running laps in my brain since august so hope you enjoy 🫶 thank you to the loml @retrosabers for helping me with this

summary: six comes home wounded, and seeks comfort in your presence.

warnings: kissing, touching, description of injuries

word count: 1.2k

it had never been this bad.

sure, six had come home with injuries before. it was a part of the job, something that was expected, that you learned to get used to when you started dating him.

but the sight that confronts you now is something that you’d never imagined.

there’s a slight limp to his walk, like he’s favoring one side and doing his best not to show it. his nose is bleeding and looks broken, and there’s probably more under his clothes.

he stumbles through the doorway, trying his hardest to hide the true extent of his injuries. but even his bravest face can’t disguise the great deal of pain he’s clearly in. immediately, you rush to him, gingerly taking his face in your hands. you can feel him relax a little bit into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut at the relief of being home. of being back with you.

even though he was the one who was battered and bloodied, he took the time to ask, “you okay?”

you manage a feeble laugh, looking over him. “i’m fine. but you don’t look okay.”

“i’ll be alright.” he says, wincing slightly.

“court.”

he knows better than to deny you the truth when you use his real name. he lets out a heavy sigh as you lead him over to the bathroom.

“got ambushed in bogota.”

you sigh, helping ease his clothes off him as he sits down on the edge of the bathtub. you look over his injuries, clocking the bruises all over his torso and legs.

you know your way around his body. many nights spend tangled between the sheets, committing every inch of him to memory. you know something doesn’t feel right, no need to look at the blossoming purple on his side.

his rib is definitely broken.

“jesus christ.” you breathe out, trying your best to remain calm. you’re of no use if your hands start shaking.

you busy yourself by digging through the cabinet for the first aid kit, deciding to focus on the things you can handle. six knows you well enough to see through all your nervous ticks. his hand is warm when it wraps around your forearm, thumb rubbing soft circles into your skin. it’s a delicate gesture that stands in harsh contrast to the way he sits before you.

“hey.” he says, his tone soft. “it’s okay.”

you close your eyes and let out a puff of air through your nose. his other hand comes to rest against the back of your knee, gently nudging you closer to him.

“promise me that you’ll be more careful next time?”

you both know he can’t promise that. but he always promises it anyways. if it helps you sleep just a little bit better tonight, he would do just about anything.

six nods his head a bit glumly. “i promise.”

you then take care of all the smaller scratches and cuts and bruises, and it’s not long before all that’s left to cover is his broken nose, and the long bruise along his left side, purpling as time passes.

you hesitate to touch it again, recalling the way he flinched earlier. it’s like court can read your mind. he can tell from the wrinkle between your brows that you’re frustrated and unsure.

“there’s nothing you can do.” he tells you softly. “broken ribs just need to heal on their own.”

you frown. “but you won’t have ti-”

“i know i won’t have time.” he moves his hand from your shoulder to your hand, squeezing affectionately. “i just have to be careful, that’s all.”

tears well in your eyes. you hate that he has to do this. that he has to throw himself into mission after mission with barely any time to heal from the last one. knowing that the people he works for view him as disposable. you can’t fathom having anyone but six by your side, and it cuts you to your core knowing the people who put his life on the line don’t view him the same way.

his hand comes up and cups your face, his thumb brushing away a tear that’s made its way down your cheek.

he says your name softly, gently moving your face to look at him.

“i’m okay.” he reassures you once more. your bottom lip trembles unwillingly, and it nearly brings tears of his own.

“i’m okay.” he repeats for a final time before your resolve finally crumbles. you collapse to the floor between his legs, and you let go of a wrecked sob.

you do your best to reign it in, not wanting to come undone, but you can’t muster enough energy to try.

this breakdown is just because of tonight. it’s been weeks, months even, of having knots in your stomach at the thought of six never coming home. never again being in his arms, never getting that sliver of softness he reserves for you, and only you, ever again.

he wraps his arms around you and hold you close to his chest, in spite of his injuries. he could deal with the pain of a broken bone. he didn’t think he could deal with the pain he feels responsible for.

“sweetheart.” he whispers, trying to get you to calm down as he wipes your tears with his thumb. “look at me.”

with tears still blurring your vision, you look up at him. even with your glassy eyes, you could see he was hurting just as much as you.

one of his hands reaches around to rub at the nape of your neck. “i’m not going anywhere.”

“six-“

“listen to me.” he’s a bit firmer now, but not mean. he knows it’s the only way to snap you out of it sometimes. “it’s going to take a lot more than a broken rib and a bullet hole to keep me away from you, you hear me? nothing could keep me from coming home to you.”

of course, the rational part of you knows that. six is too good at what he does to die, even if he does get injured regularly. despite this, you can’t help the nightmares, the sleepless nights, the constant fear that the next time you see six is in a body bag.

you don’t want to let that fear control you. not right now at least. there may only be a few hours left in today, but you’re going to make them worthwhile.

you pick yourself up off the floor, reaching for six to lead him to your bedroom. you know that you should probably clean up the first aid supplies, but frankly, you couldn’t care less. six rests on the edge of the bed as you find him a shirt, making sure not to disturb any of his wounds as you help him slip it on.

he slides under the covers, pulling you in the bed with him. as he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, six presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, resting his chin there for a minute.

“i love you.” his voice is gravelly.

you place your hands over his, gently rubbing your thumbs in soft circles on his wrists. “i love you too.”

he pulls you even closer, cocooning his body around yours and pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head. you love moments like this; soft, domestic ones that you don’t get to have often because of how much six is away.

you hope that one day, these moments won’t be so fleeting.

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