#now i will occasionally make stupid videos just for my friends he he

[muwapsturniolo]

✯𝐂𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐱 3✯

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐰𝐚𝐩𝐆𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐢 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛

IN WHICH… Matt and Chris Sturniolo are just two inexperienced losers.

𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT AHEAD! mentions of camming, blowjobs, spit, little bit of sub!matt. that's all i think of let me know if i forgot something.

MPT1, GPT1, MPT2, GPT2,

"Can’t wait to see you again, maybe this time you won’t be as shy and you will actually look at me 💕"

Matt has been staring at those word for what seems like days, but in reality was really 30 minutes. He didn't know if he wanted to jump in excitement, or crawl into a hole and never come out.

He knew she caught a glimpse of his face in the diner, however, he didn't think she would recognize him and choose him as the winner. Part of him was hoping that she got too many submissions and would miss his, finding someone better than him.

There had to have been someone better than him. After all, he was nothing but a virgin who kept his head in books and the occasional video game. He wasn't experienced in her extracurricular activities.

So why did she pick hi-Mika.

Mika must have been with Y/n when going through the submissions and noticed Matt, thus being the reason he was picked.

Mika probably thinks he's some kind of freak for watching her best friend's streams. They were probably laughing at him right now, Mika going on to tell Y/n all about how they had to teach him how to take a picture of his dick.

He's mortified.

His phone ringing pulls him out of his thoughts, he glances over and his heart drops seeing the contact name.

Mika

Is she calling to make fun of him? To call him a perv for entering in a contest to win a date with a cam girl?

He shakily answers the call and places it on speaker, his voice cracking.

"H-hello?''

"Matt we need your help!"

We?

"With wh-So I'm at my friend's place and her camera is acting stupid! I know you are majoring in film so I was wondering if you could come over and help?"

He debates on helping, not really wanting to face Mika and the sheer embarrassment that she knows about the contest. "I-I don't know Mika I'm pre-Please Matt? I really need my camera fixed."

An all too familiar voice flows through the phone making Matt tense.

The voice was a bit higher pitched, the words whiny, but also sultry.

Y/n

He swallows harshly as he begins to sweat, he wasn't expecting to hear her voice at all. "Please Matt? I'll pay you."

Her words have an underlying tone that makes Matt all the more nervous.

"I- Ok...Yeah, I'll come help." He looks at himself in the mirror and grimaces at his outfit and hair. He had just gotten out of the shower not too long ago, his hair still partially wet and his pajamas on.

"Perfect! I'll have Mika send you the address! bye, pretty boy!"

Matt feels his face warm at the nickname, loving how it made him feel.

His phone lights up with text stating the address and his eyes widen.

They live in the same apartment building.

How did he never notice they lived in the same building? he's on the third floor and she's on the fourth, he should have noticed. How have they never run into each other?

He chooses not to dwell too much on it, and rushes out of his apartment, heading right towards the elevator.

He arrives at the door and shakily raises his hand, knocking on the wooden frame. Not even a second later it swings open, Mika standing in front of him.

He quickly notices the girl behind her, dressed in a pair of skimpy blue shorts and a matching tube top. It’s something about the brown girl in blue that does something to him.

Y/n catches him staring and smirks to herself, purposely crossing her arms so her boobs are pushed up. “Matt?” He snaps out of his trance and looks back to Mika

"S-sorry, what did you say?"

Mika rolls her eyes and pulls him inside, slamming the door in the process. "OK so I have to run and grab the food we ordered, I shouldn't be long. You two get the camera fixed." Mika quickly exits the apartment, leaving the two alone.

Y/n smirks as Matt refuses to look at her, his finger twitching as he becomes antsy. She takes a few steps until she's right in front of him, "You ok Matt? You look a bit sick."

'I-I'm fine-" He clears his throat and finally looks up, making brief eye contact before looking around the apartment. "-where's the camera?" He completely ignores her question, just wanting to fix the camera. the quicker he finishes his job, the quicker he can leave and be able to breathe properly.

She motions toward the hallway, a mischievous glint in her eye,

"my bedroom."

His mouth runs dry as she grabs his hand, guiding him to the bedroom he's seen multiple times through a screen. Y/n looks back at him and giggles, "What you've never been in a girl's bedroom before?'' Her question makes him blush, his hair falling in his face as he looks down. He quickly walks over to the bed, grabbing the camera. He looks over it, trying to see exactly what the problem is. He doesn't find anything so he averts his gaze to Y/n who's already looking at him.

"Um, what exactly is wrong with it?"

"It's not focusing and every time we take a picture, it doesn't save." Her words are whiny, a sense of urgency in her voice. He hums and looks back at the camera, turning it on and trying to see what she's talking about. He raises it up and focuses on a random doll on her nightstand. As she watches Matt get distracted by the camera, she takes the time to look him up and down.

She figures he just got out of the shower, seeing that his hair is wet and dripping onto his pink shirt. His sweatpants hang low on his waist, showing the band of his boxers.

He looks good.

“Are you going to accept the date.”

Her words make Matt fumble with the camera and drop it on the bed. She giggles and takes a step closer to him, her sweet perfume making its way through his nostrils and invading his senses.

“W-what?”

“The date Matt, are you going to accept?”

He swallows harshly, wiping his sweaty palms on his sweatpants. “I-I don’t know.”

She frowns at his answer, she was expecting him to say yes. Matt notices the look on her face and begins to panic, “n-not that I don’t want to! You’re great! I-I’m just n-nervous…”

“About what?”

“You..”

Y/n tilts her head to the side.

He’s nervous about her?

“Me? Why are you nervous about me?” She watches as he looks everywhere but at her, even going as far as taking a step back. She smiles and takes a step towards him, watching as he swallows harshly.

She delicately trails her hand over his tattooed arm, allowing her nails to gently scratch over the black ink. "Are you nervous right now?" She looks up at him, enjoying the anxious look on his face.

"Y-Y no..." He lies softly. The girl hums and cocks her head to the side, "You sure? You seem really nervous. Maybe I could help you with that." She gently pushes him down on the bed, immediately dropping to her knees. Matt quickly adjusts his glasses and looks down at her with wide eyes.

If it wasn't already, his heart was definitely pounding out of his chest. He feels his mouth run dry as she places her hands on his thighs, rubbing over his sweatpants slowly. She chuckles under her breath as she watches the tent rise in front of her, "Someone excited."

She slowly inches her hands toward the tent, pulling it away at the last minute. "You know, I really enjoyed your video Matt."

"Y-you did?" He curses as his voice cracks, the tension in the room making him shake slightly.

"Mhm, I loved the setup you had, I loved the way you pulled your sweats down and started to tease yourself slowly, building up your release. I loved the way you moaned and whimpered my name, begging your mommy, to let you cum. I didn't take you as a mommy kink person."

Matt is breathing harshly at this point, nothing but dirty thoughts that have his face turning red intruding his mind. He doesn't understand how Y/n manages to look so innocent when she's on her knees in front of him and talking about him masturbating.

" But you want to know what I really loved?"

He sucks in a sharp breath when she finally lays her hand on his tent, palming him gently.

"How big you were. You should have seen how wet I got when I saw it. I imagined how it felt in me, the way it would slip in so easily. The thoughts became so intense I ended up playing with myself." she admits without a care in the world. She was a sucker for dirty talk, the erotic words always going straight to her core as her brain managed to develop the images as if she was in a dark room with a Polaroid.

She could tell the titillating words were getting to him as well, him now sitting there nonverbal and only breathing raggedly.

"Can I see?" She asks in faux innocence, her hand still moving against his tent at an agonizingly slow pace.

He wants to say yes so bad, he would be an absolute fucking dumbass not to, but he's worried about Mika walking through the door and catching them. Y/n notices the way his eyes frantically switch between her and the door, finding it amusing that he's worried about being caught.

"Don't worry about Mika. Let me help you relax," her hands go toward the knot on his sweats, taking her time untying them before pulling them down gently.

He's wearing a pair of blue boxers that happen to sheer against his growing bulge, a dark spot sitting where his tip lays from precum. She lays her head on his thigh, beginning to palm over him once again before circling the nail of her index finger against the covered tip. Matt bites his lip in trepidation, his skin getting hot as she teases him.

He whimpers as she plants feather-like kisses on his tip through the cotton material, her tongue darting out and licking a fat strip over the tent not long after.

She's going to be the death of him, he's sure of it.

Before he knows it, her fingers are hooked into the waistband of his boxers and they are being pulled down, his cock swinging up and hitting him in his abdomen.

Just like the other night, Y/n can feel her mouth watering and an ache forming in between her legs.

It's even more appealing in person.

She wraps her hand around the base and moves closer, planting a small kiss on his tip. She looks up at Matt and maintains eye-contact as she gathers a bunch of spit in her mouth, soon opening the orifice and sticking her tongue out.

Matt flinches as the warm saliva drips onto his tip, his fingers twitching at the sensation of it running down the side of his aching cock.

She uses the spit as a natural lube and begins to move her hand up and down, making sure to work him slowly so he won't cum fast. She plans on dragging this out as long as she could.

Matt's eyes flutter shut, his teeth digging into his bottom lip harshly as he holds back a moan. This was a whole new experience for him, only having started masturbating a few months ago. He was used to his own hand, and setting his own pace, but this?

This was a feeling that he knew he would chase till the end of time.

Her hand feels completely different from his, the skin a bit softer as well as the touch. Her movements were fluid, yet staggered at the same time.

He wouldn't trade it for the world.

His eyes snap open feeling her lips suddenly engulf his tip. He lets a low groan escape his throat as her tongue swirls around the red mushroom top.

She hums, watching as the vibrations make him shiver. It's not long before she decides to take him fully in her mouth, hallowing out her cheeks. Matt lets out a choked gasp at the unfamiliar feeling.

"Oh fu-ck!" His hands have an iron grip on the pink duvet as she proceeds to bob her head up and down. He doesn't know what to focus on.

Does he focus on her mouth and hallowed out cheeks? Or does he focus on the way her tongue is gliding against the side of his dick?

He truly doesn't know considering his mind is all over the place, the only thing he can focus on being this newfound pleasure.

The lewd slurping sounds along with Matt's moans and whimpers bouncing off the walls drive Y/n even more. She keeps her eyes trained on Matt as she takes him all the way down her throat, watching him close his eyes and throw his head back. His moans go straight to her core, but she does nothing about it, her only goal as of right now is to give Matt the best head of his life.

And she's doing just that.

She speeds up her motion of bobbing, enjoying watching him crumble above her.

Matt feels like the soul is being sucked out of him, quite literally. His breathing speeds up and his knuckles remain a sickly white as his stomach begins to cave in on itself.

"Shit I'm close- Oh fuck please!" He begs, unintentionally bucking his hips further into her mouth.

She hums once again, making Matt damn near cry as the vibrations send him over the edge.

His head falls forward, his jaw dropping as his eyes close. Y/n keeps bobbing her head, moaning as she begins to taste the semi-salty liquid coating her taste buds.

Matt whimpers as she proceeds to suck him off, the overstimulation quickly becoming too much. His thighs begin to shake and he finally speaks, "s'too much!"

Y/n slowly stops bobbing her head and pulls away from him with a pop, a thin string of spit and cum attaching itself to his cock and her lips.

Matt swallows harshly and pants as he lifts his head, watching with hazy eyes as Y/n licks her lips.

"You look more relaxed now," she teases, a sly smile making its way on to her face as she manages to still look at him innocently.

Before either of them could say anything else, they hear the front door only a few feet away swing open.

"I'm back and I got Chinese food!"

Y/n quickly stands to her feet as Matt hastily grabs at his boxers and pants, the two trying to put themselves together quickly. Just as the two manage to look presentable, Mika walks into the room.

"Sorry it took me so long, they fucked up the original order and they had to remake it, but they let me keep the fucked up one so now we have double the food!" Y/n nods, trying to act completely normal.

"Matt why are you so red?" Mika asks looking at the boy who is in fact red in the face. "i-it's just hot..." He attempts to lie, hoping Mika will just drop it. Fortunately for him, the girl does in fact drop it, too hungry to care.

"Ok well lets eat. Matt you want to stay? We have more than enough food." Matt freezes at the offer.

He would like to stay, but he doesn't know if he physically could. He just got the blowjob of his life from the girl of his dreams, he doesn't know if he would be mentally able to sit and eat with her.

He would probably combust.

"yeah, Matt stay! " Y/n begs, that mischievous glint returning in her eyes.

"I-ok," he gives in easily, finding it hard to say no to the girl and her puppy dog eyes. She smiles and grabs his hand, leading him to the kitchen. They stop in front of her fridge and she swings the door open, bending over directly in front of him.

Matts eyes widen feeling her ass rub against him, "what do you want to drink?" She asks as if she's not teasing.

She's going to be the death of him.

alright, i finally gave yall pt 3😭 this was supposed to only be three parts but i feel bad for posting without @guccifrog so when pookie comes back imma give yall a pt 4💀 i hope yall enjoy

𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 🍑: @mattslolita @thenickgirl @guccifrog @luverboychris @zayyluvz @mrsmiagreer @chrisssluttywaist @78yaz @hoesformatt @freshloveforthefit @3lizaluvs @mattsturniolosgirlfriend @jetaimevous @luxy-nyx @ts-is-my-spirt-animal @iihrtsturniol0 @idontexistman @katw4shereee @madisturn @starlace111 @zivall @adoreindie @imwetforyourmom @sturnsxplr-25 @sturncakez @theyluvme-2315 @moonk1ss3d

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[willowser]

willow I did not know you were such a gamer lol

idk if i've said this before, but my original intention with this alias was to be a streamer LMAOOOO

#and do let's plays but just saying that feels like a thing of the past lmaoooo #now i will occasionally make stupid videos just for my friends he he #i get it from my mom actually !! #we were very very poor growing up but on the friday's my mom got paid she would bring home pizza and we'd play — #— all night long on the n64 she won in a dr pepper contest LOL #my favorite memories #i care about video games way too much sorry #✿ ask willow #✿ refrog

[reclinepilled]

needy, e.w.

cw: fluff!!! little angst, pet names (baby, beautiful, sweetheart, princess, gorgeous) like one curse word, reader yells at ellie, reader cries a teeny tiny bit, no masc/fem roles are established

desc: gamer!ellie is glued to her game while your patience runs short. also soft!ellie🙏.

a/n: happy march 1st guys! i wanted to share something i wrote while procrastinating some work. thanks for all the support on my last two posts. also the anon that sent in the request, im working on it <3 thank you for reading and reblogs are welcomed and greatly appreciateddd !

wc: 801 (i think)

PLEASE READ HERE ON INFORMATION ABOUT AND HOW TO HELP PALESTINE!!!

you try not to be so needy, you really do. however, your heart can't help but get a little heavy watching ellie completely ignore your presence on one of your days off. and she's not even ignoring you to study or work, it's to play her stupid games.

sure, you played your fair share of video games, as you had an undying love for that one genre. however, you didn't come over under the impression that you'd be getting lonely in her bed, angry, while occasionally letting out a frustrated sigh. she didn't pay attention to those, too busy yelling at her friends on whatever fps shooter she was glued to.

you got angrier and angrier thinking about it and listening to her mash the buttons on her keyboard and throw insults out into her mic. you swear you can feel the annoyance in your bloodstream. you just wanted to do skincare and facemasks, watch some movies, and maybe even bake with your girlfriend. you decide to put your anger aside and give her the benefit of the doubt. you get up from her bed to remind her of what you two had planned. maybe she forgot?

"ellie, baby?" you say as you grab her shoulder softly to get her attention. she glances up at you then moves her headset off one of her ears, "yea- jesse, what the hell! he was literally one hp!" she yells. "anyways, sorry, what's up?" ellie finally gives you two scoops of her attention. "el, i thought we were gonna spend time together..," you say, shifting your weight to one leg as you cross your arms. "yea, yea, of course. just give me five more minutes," ellie says as she turns back to her game. "you literally said that 30 minutes ago, el," you sigh. "i mean it this time," ellie turns to you, doing a puppy face jokingly.

any other time you would burst into a fit of laughter, however right now, you were genuinely pissed off. you stare at her for a few seconds in silence, she stares back. her face slowly drops as she realizes you're pretty upset. next thing you know, you've reached over and put her pc into sleep mode. "y/n! why!??" she whines like a teenage boy going through puberty. "because, i came over on my day off to spend time with you, i could be getting a manicure or something.. but i've spent nearly an hour and a half watching you play this shitty game!" you yell then you walk out of her room, fed up. you grab your bag next to the couch and start to put your belongings away.

"sweetheart! i'm sorry, i really am!" she says as she follows you out of the room. you ignore her, now putting your bag on your shoulder. "look," ellie comes in front of you and softly slides the bag off of your shoulder, she notices how you're still looking down. she gently grabs your shoulders while looking down at you with an apologetic look on her face, "i am so sorry, i just got caught up in the game. i enjoy you being here, and i find your presence so comforting, beautiful. i never meant to make you feel unappreciated, i'm sorry once again." she takes her hand and lifts your face up, and notices your tear stained cheeks.

ellie's heart quite honestly shattered into a million pieces, she didn't know she made you feel so bad but she understands now. "baby, we can do whatever you want," she pulls you into a meaningful embrace while rubbing your back. "els, i love you, sorry for yelling and overreacting-" she cuts you off, "no don't apologize, it was pretty justified, i was being dumb," she lets out an airy laugh, "i love you back, princess."

she could feel you smile against her chest and it felt like 10 tons were lifted off of her back. she pulls away to place a soft kiss on your forehead, then your nose, one on your cheek, and long one on your lips.

you straddle her on her bed while softly chuckling at the cute fuzzy animal headband you placed on ellie's head. you roll the jade roller all over her face, working in the serum you applied before. you can't help but admire how pretty she is. her constellations of freckles, each one so unique, her breathtaking deep eyes, and her long lashes you were so jealous of. little did you know, she was doing the same. you looked like a goddess from this angle, the light cascading down on your perfect figure emphasizing it. "hey baby?" ellie grabs your wrist. "yea, gorgeous?" you slightly lean back from her face, raising a brow.

"it's really hot when you yell at me."

reclinepilled

please do not plagiarize any of my works or post them on other websites without given permission !

#reclinepilled writes <3 #tlou #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #smut #ellie williams fluff #ellie fluff #ellie williams smut #ellie smut #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams angst #ellie angst #abby anderson #abby tlou #the last of us

[hedgehog-moss]

The story of my 3-year-long quest to identify a very rare bird

So I've been trying almost since I moved here to figure out what bird made this strange call that I sometimes heard near my house:

I tried to google "european bird that sounds like a laughing hyena?" and also to imitate the noise over the phone for a friend who once took an online bird course, but she had no idea. (Well, she said "that's a hyena." I said, "but I hear it all the time! Near my house!! Wait I'll do it better." She said, please stop making a hyena noise :(( and I stopped because the cats thought I was losing my mind)

Eventually I managed to record the actual bird call on my phone, and used a Shazam app for birds—but once again, no luck. The first app I tried just assumed it was being trolled and was like "it's you, isn't it? That's not a bird that's your stupid human laugh, you're making fun of me. I'm not an idiot"

The second birdsong app was more insecure and apologised a lot for failing to identify my bird. I thought it must be a rare bird! (The only uncommon bird I know of in this region is the vulture but it sounds less like a hyena and more like if elephants were birds.) Every time I heard the call (usually during the day) I opened the window trying to a) get a better recording so my app would finally have an epiphany, and b) see something flying off a tree.

At one point I was cutting brooms in the pasture and heard the call very loudly, as if the bird was just a few metres away, and it wasn't coming from the sky. I googled every possible version of "flightless (?) bird that nests in thorny bushes?" and found nothing, and started wondering if it was actually a mammal. But I couldn't think of any plausible local mammal that would make this sound—definitely not a fox or badger, who say WAOOHHH, and nothing like the polite whistle of marmots. We've got pine martens in the woods and I found a video called "mating pine marten scream bark" and thought oh!! that must be it! ... but then I listened to it and it sounded like yiiiaaaaaeeeeee, like if you stepped on a baby banshee's toe, nothing at all like the heheeheuruurhh of a hyena who just heard a good joke.

Anyway, this morning I was in the pasture and I once again heard the hyena laugh! I was standing by the moose butler tying up the hay net, away from any trees or shrubs and the call came from just behind me. I turned around thinking there was absolutely no way for the mystery bird to hide, it had landed on the ground behind me and this time I was going to see it!

And

it was HER:

Absolutely no doubt. I saw Pampy's throat vibrating along with the last echoes of the hyena laugh. All these years I've been saying that llamas are very quiet animals who just make cute little "hum-hum" sounds (I rarely hear adult llamas humming to one another, it's mostly for mother llamas to communicate with their baby and with me) and I had no idea that the shrieking hyena-bird I occasionally heard outside my house was Pampelune! I googled "llama alarm cry" and immediately found youtube videos featuring llamas making this exact sound. There was a stray dog nearby this morning that Pandolf eventually chased away, so maybe Pampy was the first to hear him and sounded the alarm. Maybe she uses this cry to tell Pan to go do his guard dog job, because he left the pasture and ran into the woods when she made the sound (while I was turning round like "aha! you can't run, hyena-bird!")

I wanted to share this discovery! I've had llamas for nearly 4 years and I'm only now finding out that they can laugh like hyenas when the situation calls for it. I feel bad for the poor birdsong app that I've repeatedly gaslighted feeding it a llama call and insisting that it identify this bird for me while it hung its head in shame like "I swear I don't have your bird in my database. I'm so sorry. I'm a bad app."

Llamas are fascinating creatures. Please experience their majestic alarm call again, and be alarmed:

#crawling along #you can look it up on youtube if you want to check with your own eyes (and ears) #i would understand the scepticism. it seems like such a random sound for llamas to make! #also as i started writing this post i thought i'd check what hyenas actually sound like and #it's not like that at all ! i assumed they had a mean-spirited cackle because of the lion king i think #when really it's more of a charming good-natured giggle

[piratefishmama]

Pt1

It continues, also with Robin. She leaves Steve on that floor, pathetically cycling through this random metalheads video game music repertoire, sending a silent apology for her fallen friend to the lady in the apartment below them, sure she got to hear Steve practicing his songs every now and then which was a blessing, but she also now had to deal with his pathetic puppy crush as well.

Sorry two (definitely not house-trained) poodle owning lady, Robin sent her condolences for her hearing. But only a little condolence, one of those dogs had left a steamer in the elevator and it was a tall-ass apartment block. Karma really, sweet sweet karma.

It continued because Robin had a mild gift for hunting people down on the internet, it was a skill she’d developed and honed purely to hunt down the assholes who occasionally popped up on Steve’s insta with threatening messages and dumb as shit behaviours that a best friend refused to abide by. Steve had never allowed her to do anything with the knowledge, but one day, one day, the dogs of war would be released, and she would rain fury down upon them for making him make the sad puppy eyes.

He was just a dude, sure he grew up with wealthy parents, sure he had connections since birth to help him get to where he wanted to be, but… that didn’t make him any less of a soft-ass with a genuine love of sports, and sweaters, and listening to audio books in reading nooks with mugs of coffee like some kind of pinterest mood board model.

That didn’t make him any less of an actual mother hen to several child actors and young musicians ensuring they got fair treatment, ensuring they were never taken advantage of by the industry or the people around them.

It continued because within an hour of sleuthing, Robin poked her head back around from Steve’s guest room (read: Robin’s second home), and proudly announced “Found him!” As loud as she could to get over the cover of the final boss battle from Banjo and Kazooie that Steve absolutely did not recognise but was clearly vibing to.

“Found who?”

“Your mystery hater! He’s a—”

“Robin!! You can’t dox people!!”

“I’m not doxing him, I’m telling you exactly where he is so you can go confront him.”

“That is exactly what doxing is. How did you even find him?!”

“Dumbass posted a pic of a newspaper article that his friend wrote, which, uhm, that’s pretty cool I guess, but it had her name on it! All I had to do was search LinkedIn for her and boom, I gottem.”

“…Okay so he’s basically asking to be found is what you’re saying right now.”

“EXACTLY, can we go? Can we? I wanna see him squirm like a little bitch baby when you turn up to confront him.”

“All you’ll see is my pathetic attempts to flirt with him because I don’t know how I’d be anything but pathetic around him I mean have you seen his hands? Do you remember the Hemsworth incident? Do you remember the Hemsworth incident, Robin?” The incident in question involving a low doorway and a concussion that left him delirious in the fantastic arms of the God of Thunder.

“Do I remember you acting like a drunk school girl with her first crush around a guy with biceps bigger than your head? Yes. Yes I do. It was hilarious and you gained a handsome Aussie as a life-long friend out of that pathetic display—"

“I was concussed.”

“Drunk school girl. That doesn’t mean you can’t manage to charm a little bitch from Indiana, we’re from Indiana, we have common ground, you can bond with him!”

“Oh, because being born within the same state makes for such a conversation starter… should we really go?” Would that be stupid? Would that be crossing a line? Would that be absolutely batshit insane?

“For true love—" and champagne in First-Class "I think we should.”

“…Fine.”

Part 3

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[beomiracles]

「 WEBCAM 」

DREAM RECALL phone sex had never been your forte, computer sex? even less, but Choi Beomgyu wasn't someone you easily passed up on.

pairings beomgyu x afab!reader warnings phone sex, vaginal fingering, mutual masturbation, descriptions of cum, mentions of toys used, reader sends Beomgyu her used panties, sort of established relationships

wc -> 1k

#serene adds ✎... a little something for while I work on my current series (which I very much am, pls stay strong and patient y'all) <3

Your dark room is filled with the sinful sounds of your breathy moans; head thrown back, your fingers teasingly pushing in and out of your dripping cunt. Occasionally you glance toward the bright light of your computer screen; where you’re given a perfect view of the way Beomgyu’s hand works its way up and down his thick cock. 

If someone had told you two months ago that you would be spending your evenings having the dirtiest phone sex known to mankind with an otherwise complete stranger, you would have laughed in their face. Yet you found yourself constantly checking your phone for messages from him, at work, on the subway, even with your friends. Most of all you longed to get home and turn on your computer, sometimes you would even cancel plans just to stay in, that’s how down bad this man had gotten you. 

Beomgyu lets out a deep groan as his thumb teases the red tip of his leaking cock. Biting your lip at the sight, your eyes travel over his naked torso, the way the toned muscles on his stomach would flex as his breath grew ragged. His veiny arm and delicate hand, wrapped perfectly around his shaft. Wish it was your hand ruinin’ me angel, he’d groan. 

Your own hand quickens its pace as your thumb rubs at your clit feverishly; wishing for it to be Beomgyu’s fingers, his mouth, his cock. You were no stranger to sex, yet Beomgyu felt new and exciting, this was new and exciting. The two of you had been doing this almost every night for two months now. You wondered what your life would have looked like if you didn’t download that stupid game your friends had begged you to. 

Come on, everyone uses it! one of them had whined, practically snatching your phone from your hand. It was a multiplayer game, allowing people to meet and connect; though you were certain that the game didn’t promote the kind of connection you and Beomgyu had. For someone you had never met in person, he had you wrapped around his finger, and you had him wrapped around yours. 

Fuck, you look so pretty tonight, he grunts as his pace increases on his throbbing cock. Your stomach draws into knots at his words, lewd whimpers and moans falling from your lips as your back arches off the bed. New panties? he questions as he eyes the soft fabric, pushed to the side, making room for your hungry fingers. Nodding, your lips part in a soft moan, Beomgyu chuckles. 

You’re suddenly reminded of the multiple used panties you had sent him, and the videos he had sent back. The way he would rub the fabric along his hard cock, staining them with his cum over and over as your name falls off his lips. The video alone had you sending him another pair the same evening. 

Beomgyu sent you gifts too, one of them being the large pink dildo currently stored in the top drawer of your nightstand. You used it religiously, reveling in the way it would split you open. Beomgyu’s words would always ring in your ears. You’ll imagine it’s me fucking you sensless like that, won’t you angel? he’d groan as you pushed the dildo even further, choking on your own moans and sobs as tears of pleasure welled in your eyes. I said you’ll imagine it’s me won’t you? he repeats, his voice hoarse as he nears his own climax. Y-yes, fuck, a-all you Gyu, you would whimper back before finishing all over the pink toy. 

As you recall your previous nights with him, your cunt clenches vigorously around your fingers, your fingers that suddenly didn’t feel like enough. You needed more, you needed — n-need your cock, Gyu, need it so mmh, so bad, your voice is breathless as your fingers dwell deeper into your aching core. 

Beomgyu groans at your words, uttering curses under his breath, you will angel. His breath became ragged as the muscles on his arm tensed up before relaxing again, you wanted to moan at the sight. The thought of one day coming face to face with him, having his arms around you, his fingers inside you, it was enough to have your orgasm approaching at a record speed. 

F-fuck Beomgyu I… your words are drowned out by the breathy moans leaving your lips. You’ll be good and cum for me, won’t you angel? You’ll let me see, he grunts, the hand on his cock slows down as he refocuses his attention entirely on you. The way your trembling fingers, shiny and coated in your arousal, would move across your folds and into your pretty pussy, greedily sucking them in. 

Nodding your head as silent pleas fall from your mouth, thighs threatening to close around your hand as your orgasm cruises through you. On the other side of the screen Beomgyu groans as hot spurts of cum coats his pretty torso, having finished by the sheer sight of you orgasming for him. 

Fuck he mutters as he watches the way your drenched fingers retract from your wet cunt. Your new panties completely ruined and soiled in the essence of your orgasm. Beomgyu tucks himself back into his pants with a smirk on his face, despite exposing yourself to him not even two minutes ago, you felt shy under his gaze. 

Bring the camera closer to your face angel, he instructs and you do as he says, your face flushed and sweaty, lips plump from biting down on them. Beomgyu’s breath is still heavy as he looks at you and the redness on your face only grows. Fuck you’re gorgeous, he groans and you bite your lip once more. 

When can I see you? he asks and you’re taken aback, he wanted to meet you? After two months of doing it back and forth on video call you had assumed that he wanted to keep things casual, low maintenance. I…I’m free Saturday, you suggest and the smirk on his lips grows. 

Then I’ll see you Saturday, angel.

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[silencesscreams]

be my mistake

steve harrington x f!reader (smut)

“steve, how could i avoid you? it’s impossible, you’re everywhere i look!“

a/n: also i slipped in a little amy march reference in the discussion part, its my steve fic, sorry in advance if you dont like it and its shitty!! english isn’t my first language so sorry about any grammar mistakes

warnings: angsty-ish, best friends w the scoops troop (i love them so muchhh), afab reader, crying, swearing, kissing, praise, oral (f receiving), begging, a bit of degradation, penetration, unprotected (do not do this pls.),

MINORS DNI

you could say that working at the local family video had its perks.

specially when your two closest friends worked with you but, of course, none of them knew about your recently resurfaced crush on one of them.

steve was not the same guy he was when you met him, sure, he flirted with a lot of girls, and with you, but he was nicer. he was sweet to customers, he even occasionally 'babysit' (that was how robin called hanging out with the kids he was friends with).

recently, steve had become more touchy towards you, he was constantly giving you hugs, he even held your hand at the movies once! sure, you and steve had become best friends, but did he know the effect he had over you? he must know. you blushed whenever he barely touched you, and you felt like your feelings were pretty obvious, you never knew how to hide them properly. he must know, right?

something else, which robin had noticed and commented on with you, was that steve hadn't flirted with any girls in a while now. sure it was weird, because thats basically the thing he did the most, but you didnt really bother, it actually made you a bit less insecure.

you, steve and robin started to watch movies every late monday, since you had less customers on those days, so you'd usually 'work late' and get some takeout and watch some shitty movie you'd probably talk through and make very bad jokes about later.

“ladies! im going on a second date tonight!” he said, barging in with a smile on his face. you could feel your heart fall to the ground, you didn’t even know he had a first date with someone recently.

“what? with who?” robin asked confused.

“her names camila, she goes to state college, i think”

“hm, and did you tell her you have no dreams for the future and work at a family video?” robin teased him.

“oh please, i have a lot of dreams!” he complained, putting on his vest.

“sure you do, stevie” you commented, rolling your eyes playfully. why were you feeling so stupid?

you could feel your stomach fall to the ground, god, that hurt.

it was not like you ever even kissed him. so that meant he was just flirting with you for the fun, then, god, that hurt even more.

and plus, it was steve harrington.

you wouldn’t want to ruin your friendship ever, specially not because of some crush you had, if you could even call it that.

it lasted so long it was probably a free fall at this point.

and so steve went on the date.

and with that, steve had a new girlfriend.

and you hated every single cell in her body.

camila was mean, evil, sick, twisted, a bitch, disgusting and she had this god awful breath. her perfume left you with headaches. and did i say she was mean? because she really was.

but you couldn’t help to not be at least a bit angry at him, and so you found yourself avoiding him at all costs. mostly because he was always with camila and you found her insufferable, but it was also because, yes, you were hurt.

then steve and camila broke up.

so you found out, you had no excuse not to hang out with him anymore. you had no excuse to skip movie sessions, outings, or anything else.

and so whenever a hang out would come up, you suddenly had a sore throat, a headache, a fever. and you don’t know why, but robin wasn’t judging you for it.

you told her about your crush and told her that was the reason you weren’t hanging out with them outside of work, and she understood. she didn’t even question it, and that made you feel worse about it.

“okay, whenever you’re ready to hang out again, feel free to come over, alright?” that was all she said. and it hurt deeply, because you missed your best friends.

but being around steve was unbearable.

and you still, gave it a shot.

monday came around, and robin invited you to hang out at steve’s and watch friday the 13th. for the first time in 2 months, you said yes.

punctually, you were at steve’s, it was 7pm and that was half an hour later to what robin scheduled with you, but her car wasn’t on the driveway. that definitely made you nervous. one thing was hanging out with steve AND robin, the other was hanging out with steve.

took a while for steve to answer the door, once he did, he was standing there in all his glory, wearing grey sweatpants and shirtless. you could feel all your dignity (which was very little) leave your body. you were feeling your body get hotter by the second and the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy.

“hey, come in” he smiled awkwardly, looking around his house nervously.

“sorry i didn’t answer the door earlier, my family’s out of town and i forgot and assumed someone else would answer it.” you smiled at him.

“no problem” you said, trying so hard not to look at him.

“hm, i’m gonna put something on, sorry about that. feel free to sit on the couch, eat, whatever you want to do is fine”

“okay” you smiled, heading over to his living room. there was popcorn on the coffee table, the vhs tape on the table and there was a half filled dr pepper bottle on the floor. you thought it was sweet steve put this together, why aren’t you that mad at him anymore?

when he came back, he was wearing a old t shirt, stained with something that looked like ketchup. he was smelling good. had he put on perfume? god, you missed his smell.

“you wanna start now?” he asked, putting the tape in the vcr.

“maybe we should wait for robin, right?” you asked, fiddling with the hem of your skirt.

“she’s not coming. didn’t she tell you? she got caught up with something at work.”

“oh, right.” she didn’t tell you, and you were sure that was written all over your face.

“y/n?” he called.

“yeah?” you looked at him, your ears flushed.

“have you been avoiding me?” oh shit.

“what do you mean?” you decided to lie shamelessly was just the way to go.

“you know what i mean. you never go out with us anymore, and now i’ve just mentioned robin isnt coming, i realize its because of me.” oh shit.

“what?” you laugh anxiously. “no, i just wanna see the movie, its not like that.”

“stop it. you havent been able to look at me for weeks now and i dont get it. goddamn it! im your best friend!” he sighed, rubbing his eyes the way he did when he was nervous.

“steve, how could i possibly avoid you? you’re everywhere i look!” you blurt out, he was looking at you now. “you’re at my job, you’re near my house, you give me a ride home, you’re in my fucking friend group!”

“i just wanna know what i did, because i never meant to hurt you-“

“steve, stop it, you’re being mean.” you were looking at his hairline, not actually being able to see his eyes in that moment, you were about to do it. “you know how i feel about you and you always have.”

that was probably it, that was the death of the friendship.

“what?” he lowered his head, trying to get something out.

“you dont get to do this to me, okay? you don’t. not when you desperately flirted with me for months just to get a girlfriend. not when you tricked me into thinking that maybe, just maybe, you felt the same. not when i’ve been in love with you since middle school.” you felt like you just had a knife shoved into your stomach because of the way he looked at you. brows furrowed, eyes empathetic, but not looking at you directly.

“im going home.” you managed to get that out, with eyes watery and cheeks flushed. you got up, trying so hard not to look back at him, counting your steps to the door.

one,

two,

three,

four,

five,

six,

seven.

you felt a hand gripping your shoulder.

“stay.” he whispered.

“what?” you turned around, looking up at his hazel colored eyes.

“stay.” his hands were on your waist.

“okay.” you answer, looking directly into his dark pupils and that was probably it for you. someday this man might just kill you, your heart was beating faster than ever and you could feel your stomach knotting and knotting and knotting, it was so silly. you felt so incredibly silly.

until he pulled you in. until he was just a few centimeters away from your lips.

it all happened way too fast.

his lips were touching yours, his hands all over you. you ran your hands through his hair, your mouth parted as his tongue slides into your mouth, licking over yours. his hands on your waist.

your hand goes under his shirt and he felt so warm, until he pulls away. you look up at him, doe eyed and he smiles at you.

he doesn’t even have to say anything, and neither do you.

he takes you up to his room, his hand pressed against your lower back, leading you upstairs with the biggest smile on his face.

he opens the door for you, as you head in you notice he’s just looking at you, blushing and shifting from foot to foot. he gives you a look you had never seen before and it makes your heart pound faster than ever. you can’t bear to hide a smirk.

he stood still in the doorway, but he quickly steps forward once you go up to him and peck his lips, giving him a perfect view of your bra.

holy fucking shit.

then, like it didn’t drive you insane, you pull away, grinning at how he went forward with you.

you were sat at the edge of the, bed legs crossed and eyes observant as he locked his door.

with a speed that drives you crazy, steve lifts you and pulls you into his lap, so you’re straddling him. he does that so quickly, it makes you yelp once you land comfortably, instinctively grinding your hips down, making him groan, the low tone of his voice making heat shoot between your thighs.

“such a tease.” he was toying with the hem of your skirt. “this is hot.” he whispered, voice thick as he lays his left hand on your overexposed thigh.

you go over to kiss him again but stop in the middle of the way, liking the way he looked at you. you lift his hand, from the fabric of your skirt up to your mouth, kissing his knuckles. the action feels so intimate and sweet it makes him smile a bit (he also gets a bit hard but that’s not the point).

you look down at him from where your sat, eyelashes batting as you stop kissing his knuckles when he pulls his hand from you, slipping his fingers between yours and gripping your thigh with the spare hand. you kiss down his neck and he can’t stop thinking of how pretty you looked, really.

that shirt, that bralette he knew was under it.

its not fair you looked like that. he just couldn’t help himself at the sight of you.

his hands coast up your bare sides under the shirt, that made you shudder and rock a little in his lap, the relief of the friction ended suddenly as he grabd your hips and pins you down firmly onto him, so you can’t move.

it was useless to try to roll your hips, specially with his hold pinning you down.

he hums, hand sliding further up your top and squeezing just below your tit.

you can’t help but moan a little as he palms your skin, his voice low and thick as honey,

“you look like…” your head tips back at the feeling of his hands on you and he takes that as an opportunity to trail soft kisses along your neck “like you’re mine.” you mewl weakly as his hand cups your breast, his touch clouding up your brain.

“you’re mine, right?” you nod eagerly, pushing up against the hand tucked under your shirt. he clicks his tongue and rolls your sensitive bud between his fingers, “not an answer, hun.”

he had barely touched you and you’re already shaking, breathing heavily and face flushed.

he started kissing your neck, nipping at it.

“answer or you’re not cumming tonight.” the timbre of his voice was incredibly low once he said that, it made your eyes round and your hips buck into air.

“steve, yes, i’m yours. i’ll be so good, please.” you whined.

he squeezes your breast in approval, humming at the way your eyes shut when he touches you.

“good girl.” he lifts you up, manhandling you as you’re being laid down on the bed, his hand leaving you and making you whine. you can feel him moving downwards, trailing kisses down your neck, stomach, before arriving between your legs.

he chuckles ad you whines, trailing soft kisses down your body.

“don’t be greedy.” he looked up at you from where he’s kissing, the waistband of your skirt, eyes wide as he takes in your already fucked out and needy expression.

“my greedy girl” you nod at that, head tilted up as your back arches up a bit, his mouth still pressing messy kisses to the inside of your thighs, “practically begging for me, huh?”

he’s mocking you, nipping at your inner thighs, marking up anywhere except where you need him. his hands are gripping and rubbing soft circles into your thighs, feeling you go lax and needy under him.

“steveee” you say, blushing at how desperate you sound, “please.”

you feel him smile against your inner thigh, looking up at you, “what it is it, princess? can’t even speak and i’ve barely done anything to you, huh, so needy.” his head drops down as he sucks another hickey into you hip, “use you words.” you grind upwards and he pins your hips down, tutting. he looks at you expecting something and you know he wont give you shit until you beg for it.

“steve, please,” your voice tapers into broken whines as your hips move on their own accord, missing his mouth. “need you in me, please, i’ll be so good for you. need you so bad, please.”

“that’s all you had to say, baby.” with that, his fingers push the fabric of your skirt up, showing your lace panties. he groans at the sight.

“shit, you’re so pretty.” he presses a kiss to your clothed core, making you moan, “gonna fuck you with these on, okay?” you nod lazily, the feeling of steve mouthing over your panties makes speaking very difficult. he grins,

“so fucked out.” he flattens his tongue over you, pushing your panties aside as he swipes his tongue over to your wet heat, lapping from your slit to your swollen clit, “haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re practically soaking.”

your hand has gone to his hair, your grip tightens. he knows that your pouting at that, even if he’s not looking.

steve pushes your legs farther apart, pushing your thigh up slightly as he lapped messily at your pussy.

your hands are tugging on his hair, stirring him on as he flicks over your clit in quick strokes that leave your legs shaking around his head. he looks up at you, your head thrown back slightly, shirt hitched up showing your bralette. he reaches up with one hand, helping you take of the shirt.

once its off, he sees your lacy bralette fully, straps falling down as your back arches. it’s probably the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

he lifts your hips slightly, pressing two digits to your slick entrance, watching how you try and push against them, hips pinned down as you buck down mindlessly,

“steve!” you mewl, voice wrecked. he hums, flicking over your clit with his togue. “aw, doll, is that all you can say?” he gently fucks his fingers into your tight heat, feeling the way you clench around him as you let out another mewling main, legs thrown over his shoulders as he crooks his fingers upwards, pushing up against the sweet spot inside of you. your legs tighten on either side of his head, fingers fucking faster into you, “so fucked out, its cute.”

you blush red, eyes shut and lips parted in soft whines of his name. he liked the way you said it.

his fingers curl against your g-spot, fucking into you in tune with the quick movements of his tongue.

“fuck, steve, ju-just like that, please” he’s placing sloppy kisses over your clit, his fingers thrusting into you, picking up their pace as you clench around him, dripping over his hand.

“fuck, so pretty for me, baby” he groans as he kisses your clit, “such a pretty pussy, can’t wait to fuck you, gonna be so good for me, aren’t you?” he watches how you nod weakly between your choked moans of ‘yesyessteve’. you clench around him, his fingers fucking rapidly in and out of your cunt. you were just about to scream once he leaned forward, taking you clit in his mouth, lips latching the sensitive bud and sucking hard, fingers still curling up against your overworked spot as you grind upwards into his mouth and hand, his palm grinding against your entrance.

his fingers fuck into you fast and rough, his free hand reaching up to palm your breast through the fabric of your bra, rolling your bud between his thumb and forefinger, bringing you closer to your climax.

“i’m gonna cum, oh my god, i’m gonna cum don’t stop please-“ you moaned as your words turned into mostly incoherent nonsense. your thighs were clenching around his head, your hands curling in his hair as he lapped at you clit, his fingers hooking against your heat, watching how you fell apart at his touch, hips bucking as you chased your high.

“steve- fuck- you’re so fucking good” you can barely finish a sentence, grinding against his mouth desperately.

he loves you like this, whimpering and so needy, talking through broken little whines. the way you’re begging has him working over you faster.

he groans, feeling the was you clench around him, your slick walls contracting around his digits,

“fuck, you like that, don’t you? being mine? only good for me, huh?” any coherent answers get lost in your pleas of yes, please. he chuckles, fucking his fingers harder into you.

“ohmygodsteve” you’re a moaning mess, legs spread wide and shaking, his tongue circling your clit after his hand dropped, gripping your hip to lift you up slightly, fingers fucking into you slightly deeper. you’re praising him breath;essay, making his fingers move faster, sucking harder on your clit. he looks up at you through his eyelashes, the sight of you making him impossibly hard as he ground his hips into the mattress, taking in the way your head was tipped back, how your mouth was parted in soft moans of his name, how your fingers are gripped at his hair, grinding into his mouth and hand.

“aw, are you gonna cum already?” you nod as best as you can, his fingers are moving roughly in you, pulling you towards your finish. you try to hold off when he murmurs, flicking your clit with his tongue.

“cum for me, let me feel you squeeze my fingers with that thigh pussy.” you cum hard on his tongue, his digits still fucking into you, drawing you out of it. your climax crashes over you in waves, the feeling of being fucked open when you came making you whine.

you’re whimpering as he pulls his fingers out of you. steve reaches up and pins your legs up to your chest, kissing you hard and rough. he nips ate your lips and murmurs,

“still need me, baby?” he’s rubbing your cheeks and you can’t help but push against his touch. your voice is broken and whinny,

“yes, please, need you so bad.” he kisses you again and you can feel his hair brushing over your face,

“good fucking girl.” you practically preen from his praise, as he sits up, taking off his shirt and lowering his sweatpants, he takes a moment to dip his hand below his waistband to palm himself through his boxers,

“fuck, need you so bad,” you whine in response, as he pushes is boxers down, his erection hitting up against his stomach. you moan then, seeing him stroke his cock at the sight of you, he chuckles, running his hand down his shaft at the way you’re whining for him.

“needy little slut, aren’t you?” you feel the blunt head of his cock nudge against your slick entrance as he lines himself up to you.

“your needy little slut” you say, grinding against his tip, your slick coating him. he looks down at you with hooded eyes, his voice low as he presses himself closer to you, stretching your cunt around him.

“of course you are” he’s spreading your legs and kissing you. he rocks his hips forward, not fucking you, but enough to make you moan, “tell me if you want to stop, okay?” with that, he pushes into you.

pushing his thick length into you in one stroke, the sudden stretch making you moan breathlessly. he groans into the crook of your neck, biting down on that soft spot,

“still so tight” he wastes no time starting to ove, shallowly rolling his hips up to you. “fuck, feels so fucking good” he kisses your neck, cooing at you. “pretty girl, look at you, taking it like such a good little slut.” he’s pulling your bra down, the flimsy lace pushed back. he fucks you harder, your tits bouncing with each hard thrust into you. you’re moaning lewdly as he thrusted forward, his cock stretching you open. it feels so good, the feeling of him filling you up. you cried out and gripped at his arms, each hard thrust fucking you into the mattress.

“fuck, steve, harder” he cocks an eyebrow, then pulls out to the tip, you whine at the lost.

“you asked for it, doll” he thrusts forward roughly, filling you up with his cock, you feel him even deeper this time, the press of him against your walls making you whine louder as he thrusted harder. “can you take this?” he fucks into you rapidly, mocking you, pushing you against the headboard. “you said you wanted it harder, didn’t you?”

your cheeks burn at the way he degrades your his relentless thrusts making the heat in your abdomen start to build. you’re moaning soft chants of ‘yes, please and steve’, babbling nonsensically through your moans. his thrusts are hard and deep, pushing against your walls, filling you in perfectly.

the rapid slap of skins fills the room as his hips pick up pace, slamming against yours with each thrust, the base of his cock grinding at your clit, the friction making you moan.

“fuck, taking me so well” he’s kissing your neck and playing with your tits, “you were made for me” he groans.

“oh my god” you moan as his cock pushes into you faster, the brutal snap of his hips making you cry out, you start babbling again, chasing your high. he feels so good inside of you, the roll of his hips bringing you closer to the edge.

he can tell you’re close, from the way your hips have started bucking upwards excitedly, grinding on his cock, the way your hands are gripping the nape of his neck. you yelp as he throws your legs over his shoulders, fucking you deeper as he angles his dick perfectly against your g-spot, ramming against it with every thrust.

“please, need it so bad” you beg, steve hums, his pace unflattering as he pounds into you,

“need what, baby?”

“need to cum” your voice sounds destroyed, “please-! please, need you to make me cum, steve” he grins, grabs your hips and lifts you up, fucking into you faster than before.

“only i can do this, huh?”

“you! only you, steve!” you moan out, trying desperately to press yourself against his his harsh hursts. you clamped around him as you felt your high building again. he must’ve felt it, reaching down between you two and pinching your clit, thrusts getting faster as you cried out.

“i want you to cum” he says, fucking you onto his cock, “cum on my cock like the good girl you are.”

his thumb rubs your clit faster, moving in time with his rapid thrusts, hips pistoling into you, fucking you hard as you came with a loud cry of his name, this one harder than the last. walls clenched hard around him as you gripped the back of his neck. seeing you, head thrown back in ecstasy, face screwed up in pleasure as you cry out his name, has him groaning. head dropped into the crook of your neck as his thrusts get faster and sharper, the overstimulation drawing out high keening noises from your throat, his cock nudging against your cervix as he spills inside of you.

“fuck, so good for me, honey” he kisses your shoulder. “such a good girl” he murmurs. he pulls out slowly and takes you in his arms, laying you down.

he starts getting up and you tug gently at his wrist. he kisses your forehead smiling.

“don’t worry, i’m just gonna get some things in the bathroom”

when he gets back, he throws you an old shirt, which you quickly put on.

“i can go, if you want to.” you mutter, looking down at your hands.

“what? no, are you crazy? stay. come on, lets watch that movie” he smiles at you, opening the tissue case.

“okay, i will then.” you couldn’t help but smile.

“hey, about that thing you said earlier” he looked into your eyes. “i love you too.”

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[siredtosturniolos]

First of all I’m sorry if this is the wrong place to send requests in. I’m new to tumblr so I have no clue how to use this platform 😭anyways I have a request I’m begging on hands and knees for a chris fic where reader is 18 and he’s 23. reader is a influencer (u can make up where they met) ENEMIES TO LOVERS KINDA and SMUTTTTTTT with praising (lots of praising and pet names) u can make up the whole story it should just be based off these things thank uuuu

Enemies

Paring: Chris Sturniolo x reader 

Summary: You had socially climbed the ladder to fame and gotten your very own spot on the Vidcon lineup. Freshly 18 meant you were fully able to go on your own, and meet some of your favorite content creators yourself. And Chris. You didn’t particularly like him, as he had been rude to you ever since you met him. You confront him and things turn a different direction than you thought.

Warnings: Smut! Praising, pet names, enemies to lovers(kinda? Maybe this means part 2?). Read at your own risk and mdni! (First pov) 

Authors note: thank you for requesting this! I hope you like it. <3

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Walking the halls of VidCon the day before the event took place really helped me ground myself. I couldn’t believe I was here, let alone someone thousands of fans wanted to meet. I started a YouTube channel in October of 2021, and it’s only gone up from there. Posting various forms of content such as vlogs, get ready with me, makeup tutorials, and even a couple cooking videos. 

I just hit 5 million subscribers, so on top of doing VidCon I was also hosting my own meet and greet the day after. I was hoping to make some connections and see if anyone would want to come celebrate this milestone with me. 

Even though I have been successful for a while now, I had just moved to LA last month. I’ve been to a party here and there, making a few friends along the way. I take a seat on a bench outside to soak up some sun, and so I can really reflect on what my life has become. 

Jake, Johnnie, and Tara are supposed to be here today as well and I couldn’t be more thankful. They had introduced me to so many of their friends in the last few weeks, most of them being welcoming.

Larray and I had clicked instantly and had hung out a few times, but he wasn’t set to be here this weekend. He had already made plans with other friends so he couldn’t come keep me company. He promised me that Nick Sturniolo would be down to let me hangout with him until I was comfortable, and I was super appreciative of that. 

Chris Sturniolo though? Not so much. I’ll never forget the way his eyes raked down my body, stopping at my chest for a moment before he looked back up at my face. 

“Hey baby, I don’t think we’ve met before?” 

I rolled my eyes at how corny he was, slightly drunk and incredibly stupid. Once he realized he wasn’t getting in my pants he had completely ignored me. I also met Nick and Matt later on, and they were absolute sweethearts. 

Ever since that night any time a fan would bring me up in a live stream of his, he’d ask them to either stop talking, or call me boring and move on to the next question. I had reached out to him asking him to stop, as his fanbase had jumped to my socials and started going insane. 

Every time I messaged him, he’d read it and not respond. Nick would occasionally bring me up in videos and it was clear as day Chris didn’t like me, and his fans made it known. Clipping it and tagging me thousands of times nearly made me delete TikTok all together. 

I had come to find out Chris was actually really nice to everyone, just not me. I’m not quite sure what I could’ve done to make him be so rude to me, but it’s not like I see him all the time. Maybe I’ll have a chance to speak to him in person, and make him really hear me out. 

“Y/N!” A voice called out to me, making me jump. I watched as Jake walked up to me, “Tara has been looking for you, yapping about getting ready for tonight.” He explains, shrugging his shoulders. 

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Tonight?” I ask, standing from the bench and letting him lead me to Tara. “They’re hosting a party tonight for us at the hotel apparently. Something to kick off the event? Fuck if I know.” Jake laughed. 

The next few hours flew by and before I knew it, Tara and I were letting loose and dancing to Just Dance by Lady Gaga. I had a few drinks in me, just enough to stop worrying about everything. Tara on the other hand, is gonna have a hangover from hell tomorrow. 

“I have to pee!” I yell to Tara as the song fades out, she nods and gives me two thumbs up before I begin to head towards the bathroom just outside the ballroom the party was in. 

Just as I’m about to enter I hear snickering behind me, making me turn around. I come face to face with none other than Chris. His eyes were burning into me, as he slowly approached, a stupid smirk on his face. 

“What are you laughing about?” I ask him, letting out a deep sigh.

He shakes his head, “You look ridiculous.” He states, like it’s a known fact. I glance down at my outfit, a simple black tube top and cargo camo pants. My black and white Nike’s were clean and uncreased, so what the hell was he talking about? 

I look back up to him as his 5’8 frame slightly towers over my own, “What did I do to make you hate me so much?” I calmly asked him, as surprise flooded his features. Apparently he wasn’t expecting me to call him out in person. 

He stood there for a second, staying silent as he didn't know what to say, “Oh so you just hate me for no reason? Nice.” I scoff, before turning around to enter the bathroom. I was stopped by a gentle grip on my arm, making me look over my shoulder at Chris. 

“Look, I don’t really know why I act like this, okay?” He sighs, dropping his hand as I turn to face him again, “Ever since I met you at that party, I just can’t get you off my mind.” He explains, taking a step closer to me. Now I can smell his cologne and I hate to admit that it’s doing something to me. 

“Don’t make fun of me.” He continues, making my eyebrow raise in curiosity, “When we locked eyes that night it felt different to me. It felt like more than just two people meeting for the first time.” He says quietly, looking me in my eyes so I knew he wasn’t lying, “It scared the shit out of me.” 

I start to smile slightly, making him roll his eyes, “Are you telling me you fell in love with me at first sight?” I tease him, making him throw his head back and groan. “Just stop being rude Chris, we could’ve been something this whole time you know?” I tell him, watching as his eyes meet my lips before looking away quickly. 

“Wanna make up for lost time?” He suggests, making me glance around the hallway we were in. There were a few people scattered around, but none of them were paying attention to us. I look up at him to see that sexy smirk on his lips, “Fuck it.” I shrug, before I drag him into the bathroom with me. I lock the door before I’m pushed up against it, Chris pressing kisses to my cheeks before going down my neck. 

I let out a soft moan, lifting my hands to slide them into Chris’ hair and tugging slightly as he found my sweet spot, “No marks please.” I plead him, feeling his tongue lather the area before he moves lower. His kisses get harsher the lower he gets, looking up at me slightly before he returns to his full height and slams his lips on mine. 

I moan into the kiss, the tension between us coming to a peak, “Jump.” He mumbles into my lips, wrapping his arms around my waist. I use his shoulders for stability as I jump and wrap my legs around his waist. He pulls back so he can walk me to the sink, and I waste no time trailing kisses down his neck. Chris sets me down on the counter and spreads my legs so he can stand in between them. 

“Gonna make you feel so good baby.” He rasps, tilting his head back as I continue my assault on his neck. I make my way back up to his lips, taking him in for a split second before we kiss again. His hair is disheveled, his lips swollen from our kissing, and his eyes. They’re full of lust and determination, and I can’t help but try to clench my thighs. 

Chris smirks at me, playing with my top, “Can I take this off pretty girl?” He asks, to which I rapidly nod. Chris’ fingers slip underneath the fabric of my shirt briefly, before he snaps the band against my chest making me gasp. He wastes no time as he quickly takes it off, setting it somewhere behind me. His hands instantly cup my breasts, his lips slotted back onto mine. 

His large palms squeeze my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples making me let out a whine. I tug at his shirt and he pulls away to take it off, “Fucking incredible.” He mutters, letting his eyes fall onto my chest as I pant. He leans down, taking my nipple into his mouth, and my hand flies to the back of his head, arching my chest into his chest. 

“Fuck Chris.”  I moan, my hips bucking as that’s where I really want him. He switches sides, letting his hand trail down my body to pop open my pants, pulling away to look at me. “I’m about to ruin you, sweetheart.” He lowly speaks, making me bite my lip as I begin to help him remove my pants. I kicked off my shoes and Chris played with the band of my underwear. 

“Please Chris.” I beg him, already tired of his teasing. 

“Good girls say what they want.” He replies, using one hand to tease me through my damp underwear, the other dancing across my inner thighs. 

I let out a huff, “Please touch me.” I plead, reaching down to move his hand exactly where I want him, “Make me feel good.” 

Chris smirks at me, “Good girl.” I gasp as his hand suddenly slips lower, finally giving my body what it’s been craving for. His fingers collect my wetness, spreading it down to my opening, making my back arch with need. I open my mouth to beg him again but I’m cut off by him slipping a finger inside, his thumb connecting with my pulsating clit. 

“Chris!” I gasp, his fingers work mercilessly, the coil in my stomach already building. I let out whines and moans, already feeling fuzzy as he continues to work my body closer to my climax. 

“Look at me, baby.” Chris demands, making my eyes flutter open, “I want you to look at me as I make you cum.” He continues, working another finger inside my core. My jaw drops in a silent moan as his eyes bore into mine. I feel myself begin to clench around his fingers as he hits my sweet spot over and over. 

“There it is.” He smirks down at me, and half of me wants to tell him to stop, that the pleasure is too much. The other half of me wants to be greedy, and welcome the waves of ecstasy as they flow through my body. 

“Feels so good.” I whine out, watching the way Chris glances down at his fingers as they disappear inside of me, “So close.” I moan, feeling the coil twisting tighter and tighter.  

“Yeah? Gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” He asks me, and that's all it takes. The coil snaps and I fight to keep my eyes open as I release all over his fingers. Chris lets out a groan, mumbling praises left and right as I come down from my high. 

I’m still in a daze when he helps me off the counter and spins me around to face the mirror. He lifts his hand to my neck, tugging my body to be flush with his. I gasp as I feel his hard dick pressing against my ass, I didn’t even notice he took off his pants. 

“Gonna watch me while I fuck you, baby?” He asks, meeting my eyes in the mirror. I nod rapidly, “You look away once and I stop, got it?” Chris speaks, as he helps me bend forward and kicks my legs apart further for him. 

“Yes sir.” I reply, a small smirk on my lips as I back my ass further into him, making Chris grin. “Keep that up and you won’t make it to the event tomorrow.” 

He takes hold of his dick, running his head through my folds, bumping my clit making me whine. He pumps himself a few times before he’s teasing my entrance. I pout up at his reflection, arching my back even more to show how impatient I was. He takes that as a sign to slowly thrust into me, making my jaw drop at the burn from the stretch. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groans, one hand resting on my hip, the other coming to hold onto my shoulder. He waits a moment before he begins thrusting, my body shaking each time he fills me up. “Feels so good.” Chris moans out, his hand leaving my hip to deliver a harsh smack to my ass, rubbing the now red area soothingly afterwards. 

At this point, I can’t even form words and of course Chris took notice, “Got my baby all fucked out already.” He states, smacking my ass again. “Can’t wait to wreck this pussy.” He grunts out, his thrusts getting quicker and harder. 

My mouth hangs open in a silent moan, my eyes never leaving his. “Such a good girl, keeping your eyes on mine.” I feel the coil in my stomach reappear, and I can’t help but try to squirm away from Chris as the pleasure builds, “Don’t you fucking run away from me.” Chris spits, lowering both arms to grip my waist as he plows into me.

“T-Too much!” I finally whine out, clenching on him as his head nudges that sweet spot within my core. 

Chris shakes his head, “You can take it baby.” He lets out a rather loud moan before his thrusts start to get sloppy, “Be a good girl and take it.” He grunts out, sliding a hand to my front, quickly finding my clit and rubbing fast circles. 

My legs begin to shake, “I’m-” I’m cut off by a rather loud moan as Chris angles his hips upwards, bringing me even more pleasure. “Me too baby, fuck.” Chris moans, lowering his Chin to his chest as he watches himself slide in and out of me. 

“Cum with me.” He demands, my legs begin to shake as he meets my eyes as the coil within me finally snaps. I can feel myself pushing and pulling him in as I cum, and the feeling of his shooting out makes it all the more pleasurable. Chris finally halts his movements, staying buried inside. 

He gently pulls out, both of us wincing. He quickly cleans himself up and slides his pants back on before he turns to me. He rubs my cheek lovingly before he helps me clean up and get redressed. I quickly check my makeup and fix it, before turning to face him. 

“You’re staying with me tonight.” He states, holding out his hand for me to take. I take it with a smile on my face. 

“I planned on it.”

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo fluff #christopher sturniolo

[lotus-n-l0ve]

"𝐀-𝐀𝐫𝐞........𝐀𝐫𝐞, 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐡-𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐧 𝐌𝐞?"

— Ken 'Draken' Ryuguji x Female Reader

☯ SYNOPSIS : When a hoodie and picture makes Draken think that you are cheating on him.

☯ WARNINGS : Cursing, making out at the end, cock-blocked, 1.2k words.

☯ NOTE FROM LOTUS : Hey guys. Since you guys liked Mikey one so much I decided to write one for his best friend as well. Tumblr is being such a bitch. I can't save darfts, edit my works or anything. I hade to do this one for at least nine times.

𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘'𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Draken waits patiently outside of your house for you to open the door and bless him with your beautiful face. This was going to be the first time he came to your house. He was pretty nervous. Can you believe The Draken is nervous?

Finally the wait seemed to be over when the wooden door opened, revealing your adorable form. You were almost drowning in the sage green hoodie that you were wearing, paired with matching socks.

Your face lit up when you saw your giant but gentle boyfriend, "Draken, you are here? Come in, come in."

You grabbed his arm and pulled him inside, shutting the door behind with your leg. Draken chuckled at your antics. Someday you will be the death of him. You can stab him with a knife and he will let you.

You dragged him to your bedroom where you were going to watch the new airing anime with him. You were so excited to spend some time with your boyfriend and enjoy the anime.

"Sit here."

You told him to get comfortable as you fetch your laptop. In no time Draken was sitting in the middle of the bed with his back resting on the headboard and you were sitting between his legs, your back on his chest.

Draken had his hands wrapped around your shoulder, caressing his thumb over it occasionally. Your attention was on the laptop in your lap while he had his on you. Don't get him wrong, he did like anime but this one was just not his type.

He tightened his hold, pulling you in his chest even more. He buried his face in your nape, taking a long breath. But his face soon turned into a frown. Draken took another sniff and the frown deepened.

Your hoodie smelled of a men's cologne. Draken knew because Sanzu always wears this one. But since when do you like this kind of smell? Till today he knew that you liked floral scents and this was anything but floral.

Draken stopped himself before he concluded something stupid. You were not the type to cheat. You were too nice and kind to cheat. Yes, nothing happened. You probably tried something new.

Draken reassured himself but that quickly broke when his looked to the side. On your nightstand, there is a photo framed in gold. The picture is of you with a guy, not much older than Draken himself.

The problem isn't that. The problem is you had your arm wrapped around his neck while he had his around your waist. You were kissing his cheeks and he was wearing the sage green hoodie you had on right now.

Were you really cheating on him? Was he not enough? Did you even love him?

Draken could feel his heart breaking into millions of pieces. You were the light of his dark heart. A fresh breath of air in his suffocating life. But now he was not even sure whether all this was even true.

His hold around you loosened, diverting your attention from the anime to his, now loose, arm.

You turned your head to the side, "Draken, What happened?"

Your expression morphed into a confused one when he didn't answer. You called him a few more times but he remained silent. You could feel something was wrong. Draken never ignored you. Even if he is fighting someone, if you call, he would pay all his attention to you.

You paused the video, put the laptop on the bed and turned to him, still between his legs, "Draken?"

His head was hung low, so you could not see his face, a dark shadow casted on it. You brought yourself down and saw his face, only to gasp. Draken was clenching his jaw hard to not let the glistening tears that had gathered in eyes fall. His lips were pressed in a tight line, trying to suppress the sobbs.

"O my gosh! Draken?" You panicked as you cupped his face in your hands and tilted it up, "What's wrong baby?"

Draken refused to meet your eyes as he stuttered with a breaking voice, "A-are……..are, are you ch-cheating on me?"

His voice reduced to whispers at the end. Your eyes widened with shock at his acquisition.

"No, why would you think that?" You asked, wiping the falling water down his face.

He brought his both hands up and gripped your hoodie by the waist, "Who-se h-hoodie is this?"

You tilted your head slightly, which Draken would find endearing had he not been looking down, "My brother's, see."

You said as you pointed at the same photo on the nightstand. His head snapped up hearing your answer. He followed your finger pointing and saw the photo. Suddenly Draken felt so stupid. Of course you would never cheat on him, or anyone else for that matter. You can't even lie to save your life.

Suddenly Draken threw his hand around you, pulling you in his chest and catching up off guard. His head buried in your neck. You could feel him taking deep breath. You wrapped your arm around his torso, running a palm on his back to calm him down.

What am I going to do with this gentle giant?

You shake your head. As you understand the sudden behaviour of Draken, you fail to surpress the laugh and before you know, you were cracking up like there's no tomorrow.

"Hahaha, Draken you really thought I was cheating on you?" You almost choke on your words, "You accused me of cheating and now you are the one crying? O you cry baby."

Draken gave you a tight squeeze, "Stop making fun of me."

"Ok ok, you cry baby." You said but made no move to actually do so.

Draken pulled his head back, glaring at you, "Will you stop?"

You nod but the pout on his face made laugh even move, "The great Draken is crying."

"So you want to laugh huh? Let's see just how much you can."

In a flash you were lying on the bed on your back and Draken hovered over you. Draken slammed his lips on yours. The teste of your lip balm filled his senses. His plams slides up your hand to your palms and interwinded your fingers, holding you in his firm hold.

He broke the kiss and drifted kisses down your throat, drawing moans out of you. You throw your head back to give him more space. His touch glided at the base of your throat.

"Uh-nn……. Draken, fuck!" You whispered. Your legs automatically wrapping around his waist.

"Why aren't laughing anymore huh baby? Cat caught your tongue?" Draken taunted.

You watched with confusion as he released his hold on you and got off the bed.

Draken started walking out of the room, "Good bye, baby. I have to go meet Mikey."

"Wait! Draken Where are you going?" You shouted, panicking, "You can't leave like this. What about me?"

Draken turned his head back to face you and said with a teasing tone, "You should have thought about that before making fun of me."

With that he walking walking out of the house, leaving you hot and horny. His lips curled up to a smirk when he heard your frustrated scream. This was your punishment but he will make sure to take care of you tonight. So much that even your parents will hear how much of a whore their daughter is for him.

© 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐔𝐒-𝐍-𝐋𝟎𝐕𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑, 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 — all content rights belongs to LOTUS-N-L0VE. do not plagiarize any works and do not repost or translate onto any other sites.

All the rights and credits of the characters, gifs, songs and pictures used here belongs to their rightful owners.

#draken #draken x you #draken x reader #ken ryuuguji x reader #ken ryuuguji x you #ken ryuuguji imagines #ken ryuuguji x y/n #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokrev #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo revengers x you

[spicyllewyn]

Kinktober 5. - Pregnant / lactation.

Will Dempsey x F!Reader.

Tags & warnings. Pregnancy + lactation. (+18)

As you all know I hate Will for no real reason, this is my peace offering to a fictional character, lol.

Word count. 2K

Summary. You love babying him.

Kinktober masterlist.

Pregnancy was becoming unbearable at times; you felt heavy, your feet ached even after just a few steps around the house, and sleeping at night was turning into a daily battle. Fortunately, there was no doubt in your mind that you had chosen the right life partner.

The only thing keeping you sane right now was Will and how he went out of his way to make you happy and make this whole thing more bearable.

You always joked with him, saying that anyway, all of this was his fault, so the least he could do for you was to fulfill your cravings and massage your shoulders until you fell asleep.

Oh, and that pillow with a hole in the center that allowed you to lie face down.

"I miss my pillow," you murmured in a low tone as you remembered it. You closed the door behind you slowly.

Will's room was just as he had left it several years ago when he left home for college, where he met you. Nonetheless, you wandered around with curiosity, looking at his movie posters that perhaps only he had seen, and the occasional Lego figure that you doubted he would let his future child touch someday.

"I told you we could come up with some excuse."

"Every time you suggest we make up an excuse, it has to do with pretending that one of us died," you rolled your eyes. "Your parents are not believing it for more than two times in a row." When you had 4 walls around you for privacy, your hands went to the hem of your shirt, getting rid of it, clearly tired of wearing any type of clothing.

Will watched you from the bed, as if you were giving him a personal show. His eyes roaming over your bare skin, always lingering a few extra seconds on your breasts before looking up again and pretending that the lack of sex wasn't killing him.

You were both too introverted to simply ask at gynecologist appointments, “Hey, is it wise to have uncontrolled sex against some furniture at this point in pregnancy?” so you just assumed the answer was no.

“Did you do something to your hair?”

You frowned at his question.

"What?"

“I'm serious, I notice something different about you.”

One of his pillows landed right in his face, making him laugh. You already knew that joke too well.

“Yes, idiot, I'm pregnant.” The mattress squeaked as you lay down, only wearing your loose pants and the sports bra that had become your best friend a few days ago because it turns out that your normal bras decided they didn't want to close anymore eventually.

That was the only piece of fabric that kept your tits in place, tight and comfortable. It was also a headache for Will.

The changes that pregnancy had made in your body never ceased to amaze him even though he had analyzed each one for hours as the months passed. There was the obvious, that completely new sparkle in your eyes, your cheeks flushed 24/7 and your skin seemed to be glowing more than ever.

But on the other hand there were the things that made him fantasize about the nights he stayed on the couch fucking his own hand to try to control the impulses that attacked him more times than he would like lately. Your hips became wider, your thighs were softer but oh, his favorite part was definitely your breasts.

Round, full, hard, delicious.

You were complaining about pain recently and he didn't know if that was a sign that he should help you in some way or just not touch you and wait patiently for the pain to go away in a few weeks when the baby was born.

“Did you know…” He murmured, taking his eyes off his phone for a few seconds to look at you. You did the same.

Lying together to chat or just watch stupid videos on your phones had become routine when the pain in your back kept you from sleeping or when you took too many naps throughout the day and all your energy was reserved for the night.

Yes, Will stayed up with you each and every one of those times.

"Did I know what?"

“Did you know that there are freaks who like milk?”

You frowned.

“I like milk, what's so strange about it?”

He rolled his eyes with a small smile.

“Breast milk, I mean.”

“Oh…” Needless to say, you already knew that the father of your future baby was… peculiar. He had perfectly mastered the act of bringing up the strangest topics of conversation lately. You shrugged. “It doesn't seem that strange to me.”

"No?" If your gaze hadn't returned to your phone you would have noticed the mischievous glint on his eyes.

You had taken the bait.

“No, I mean.” There you went, to reason with the madman, always engrossed in his midnight talks. “You used to suck on my boobs all the time, do you mean you wouldn't do it anymore if there was milk involved? Not to mention that you are addicted to eating me out, it wouldn't be the first time you drink some liquid from my body.”

“Mhm.” He pretended to consider your response before nodding slowly, agreeing with you. The truth is that Will had considered the possibility since he had noticed the circular stains that suddenly began to appear on your shirts. “You have a point.”

"See?" You felt triumphant to think that you had changed his way of thinking. Your gaze returned to your phone and you took the topic for granted.

“Though I don't understand how anyone could be sexually attracted to that.”

You looked up again.

“Are you kidding?”

“Of course not, don't you think it's strange?”

You rolled your eyes, finally lowering your phone and placing it on the cabinet next to you so you could face him.

"Do you want to try?"

"What?" He played dumb and you fell into his trap again.

"Do you want to try? I will show you that there is nothing strange about it.”

He again pretended to consider your proposal and with his lower lip trapped between his teeth he nodded slowly.

"Good." He also put his phone aside, sitting up in bed as if considering which position was best to settle into. His pupils dilated when he saw you take off your top.

He had been trying for a long time not to stare at your completely naked breasts or else we wasn't going to be able to control himself anymore. Your nipples were always hard, occasionally with a drop or two of milk running through them, so sensitive and delicious.

You looked at him, clearing your throat to get his attention.

"Take off your shirt." Your voice sounded like an order.

He obediently did so. His tanned skin making your mouth water and making your cheeks blush even more than usual. You were a hormonal mess a long time ago.

“How should I…?”

“Just lay your head here.” You pointed to the hill where your pregnant belly began, just below your breasts.

“But, I don't want to hurt-”

“You're not going to hurt me, Will.” Your voice came out in frustration as you gave two small taps to the area you had pointed out before. He hesitated a little before taking his place there, the weight of his head and part of his body was not uncomfortable, on the contrary, his body heat felt stupidly good.

Skin to skin contact was something you wouldn't trade for a million dollars.

“You look so pretty like this.” You whispered in a low, loving voice. A dopey smile on your face when you had the chance to see him from a completely new angle.

His huge eyes were fixed on you, he had to look up so he could fix his gaze on you while you looked down. Your fingers gently ran through his hair, a while ago you had noticed that his curls became more noticeable when his hair was a little longer than usual.

“Go on.” You cooed while he licked his lips.

You didn't have to ask twice, Will settled into his spot and took part of your breast into his mouth, pressing his tongue against your hard, sensitive nipple.

A shiver ran down your spine, resulting in a wave of pleasure directly between your legs. A delicious heat pooling on your lower abdomen.

He for his part moaned against your skin. You tasted so sweet.

“T-That's it.” You encouraged him with blushing cheeks. “Just like that, baby.”

It didn't take him long to pick up the pace he wanted, you could hear him gulp and suck, over and over again while your trembling hands ran through his hair slowly, comforting him.

You knew how much he was enjoying it when you saw him close his eyes. A couple of drops running down the edge of his lips.

“You taste so fucking good.” It was the only thing he stammered before going back to his job. He rested the weight of his body on you a little more and you didn't complain, you missed having him on you so much, caging you against any surface that he found and his body.

He raised a hand, his fingers squeezing your breast as if he wanted to squeeze out every last drop. His cock twitched under his baggy pants and you at the same time squeezed your legs together, your slick already making your underwear wet and sticky.

“Do you like it, baby?” Your voice was breathy.

It was incredible how your bodies began to react as if you were a pair of desperate teenagers, seeking relief in any friction you might have with each other.

“Help me with t-the other one, yeah? Please?" You begged when you could finally feel some kind of relief on your tit, it was no longer hard and swollen. All this time you had only needed this? If you had known before.

He looked up with dilated pupils, licking his lips with heavy breathing.

"Please." You whispered once more, your fingers giving his hair a light tug that snapped him out of the spell you seemed to have placed on him with just a few gulps of warm milk.

You gave him a push with your hand and he obeyed, tracing exactly four circles around your right nipple before leaning down again and taking it into his mouth. Now that he was almost face down to reach the other side his hips began a slow rocking motion against the bed.

You, meanwhile, squeezed your legs together, your soft thighs giving you a bit of relief that made you whimper.

“Such a good boy.” You closed your eyes, your chest rising and falling rapidly, finding it impossible to calm the rhythm of your breathing. Eventually you understood that it wasn't just the sensitivity of your body, it was the situation.

Your sweet voice praising him, listening to the way he swallowed and the way he whimpered desperately just from the pleasure that sucking on your tit gave him.

You were no longer hiding the clumsy movements of your hips, nor was he the way he pretended to be fucking the mattress. His sensitive cock throbing every time he rubbed against his favorite blanket.

The friction was giving delicious warmth to his needy erection and your milk was doing the same to his entire body. Warm and delicious running through his throat.

Your thrusts were making the mattress creak under your bodies although you didn't last more than a couple of seconds longer. Abstinence was your best excuse to explain why something like this had led you to have one of the most delicious orgasms of your entire relationship.

It was definitely not what you had done per se, right?

When he pushed himself up so he could kiss you you could taste the milk and his saliva combined. You understood well why the taste had driven him crazy.

“See?” You whispered against his lips. “Not weird at all.”

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[thefrontofmymind]

That's Where You Loved Me II (Joseph Quinn x gn!Reader)

a/n: so i did write a part 2, and i'm going to write a part 3 now as well. as always, any feedback it greatly appreciated! kisses!

SYNOPSIS: Reader and Joe decide to meet for a drink, after all, they're both not clearly still in love with each other, right?

WARNINGS: alcohol consumption, some yelling and arguing but nothing violent!

In just over a month, you’d managed to regain a somewhat well adjusted life after the rollercoaster that was your breakup with Joe. After moving out and staying with a friend for a while, you’d carried on and found yourself a new place. And it was better, closer to your work, in a bit of a nicer area, and you finally felt like you had some independence by yourself–you were stronger for it.

That’s not to say you didn’t still think of Joe from time to time–it was frankly impossible not to. He was the next biggest thing in pop culture and it seemed he appeared every way you turned, you could barely have a conversation with a coworker without them bringing up the fact that they’d binge watched the new season of Stranger Things over the weekend and ‘that new guy, Eddie, he’s really good, I almost cried when he died!’, and you’d abandoned wasting time scrolling through social media altogether–it just wasn’t as fun with every second video talking about ‘the English newcomer on the scene’ and speculation about his personal life. 

It was a precarious position you were in–it felt like a secret, that you were still hung up on a guy who apparently half the world deemed the new hottest thing. Occasionally you felt sorry for yourself, after a few glasses of wine you often thought about sending him a text saying you missed him, you should go for a coffee some time–even when it seemed like a bad idea, there was nothing your heart wanted more than to lay your eyes on him again, just to see if was the same between you. Though who didn’t think that when they were still in love with their ex-boyfriend?

It was late on Friday night–you weren’t exactly sure of the time as you were tucked up in bed about to go to sleep, still thinking of your new life in your new apartment and how much you’d changed in such a short time.

You weren’t sure if it was arrogance or cockiness, but somehow, without processing it, you’d typed a message to send to Joe, who’s contact was still in your phone–a mistake, you knew.

‘Hi Joe! Not sure if you still have my number saved or not but I finally finished your new show and was wondering if you wanted to catch up and get a drink? There’s that place in Soho we went to for your birthday that you loved that had those really strong martinis? x’

You kicked yourself as your brain went on autopilot and sent the message–what kind of person does that? Send a text like that to their ex after only two months of being broken up? And the kiss at the end? Stupid! You hurriedly closed your phone and placed it on your bedside table, mortified, when it chimed back at you twice.

‘I’ll call you in the morning’

‘x’

You barely slept a wink that night, how could you? You felt a little silly waiting like a sitting duck for Joseph’s call. You’d even checked your mobile plan to make sure he could call, and nothing would go wrong on your end. 

In all honesty, you didn’t have high hopes when it came to what Joe was going to say to you, but something about the excitement, the anticipation, the suspense of what could be.

There was a pang in your chest as you thought about the last time you were in this position, not too long ago. When you and Joe first met, he was only just beginning to make a name for himself–he’d been in a few projects and was a standout in almost every single one, but he wanted more. It inspired you to see him so passionate about his job, and it was exciting being able to attend all these fancy parties as his plus one–where you’d end up making a fool of yourself in front of some hotshot producer but it didn’t matter because Joe would just laugh when you’d tell him before pulling you into the nearest closet for some privacy.

The sound of your phone ringing jolted you back into reality. With palms sweaty and breathing uneven, you answered the phone after a couple rings.

“Hello?” You could hear wind blowing the microphone on the other end of the line–Joe was probably outside for his morning smoke, you thought. “You there?”

“Yep,” was all he said at first. “How are you going?”

You let out a sigh before you spoke–it all felt somewhat trivial, small talk and all. “I’m doing okay, sad about Eddie.”

Joe chuckled under his breath. “Yeah, ‘m a bit sad about that one too…”

You didn’t know what it was about Joe, but somehow the silence between the two of you never felt gauche–the pair of you would settle in the quiet like it was your natural state, and you could sit for hours together not saying a word but being right on the same page.

“Are you free tonight?” Joe said after a second of contemplation. “We could go to Duke’s, like you said. Have a chat?”

You tried to fight the smile on your face. You knew it wasn’t wise to see Joe–it hurt when you broke up. It felt like your world had been torn to shreds, your comfort was gone, you couldn’t function thinking Joe hated you.

“I just don’t understand what you mean!” Joe yelled, following you as you packed up your things in a rush. “When did I say I don’t want to spend any time with you?!”

You were emotional, and probably not thinking straight, but watching Joe stumble into your apartment well past midnight once again, still tipsy from whatever get-together a costar of his had held that night, pushed you over the edge. “You didn’t! But for an actor you’re not good at hiding your feelings! When was the last time we went out somewhere together? Christmas? Six months ago?” You rambled, putting a final handful of clothes in the overnight bag you were dragging around. 

“Is that really what this is about? I’m ‘neglecting’ you? Well unfortunately some of us are trying to work hard in a career that isn’t very welcoming, so I’m sorry if I seem to be putting in some hard work I can be proud of!” Joe’s voice was dripping with sarcasm, and he slurred a little, still.

“I’m staying with a girl from work for a couple days, until you decide to grow up and take this relationship seriously.” And with that you walked out of the apartment, slamming the front door louder than you probably should have at that time of night.

Soon enough, neither of you felt the urge to call and apologise, a few days away turned into weeks, and before you knew it, you were telling your distant relatives that ‘no, you weren’t seeing anyone’ when they asked at family parties. It happened without you even realising it.

“Meet me at eight out the front, and wear that blue blazer you wore to the Catherine the Great premiere, remember?” you said. You always thought he looked good in blue.

“Yes, drill sergeant!” he joked, before you both said goodbye and hung up on the quick conversation.

You didn’t want to jinx anything, but it felt good to call Joe again, and you’d most certainly hoped the feeling would persist as you saw him standing out the front of the upscale bar, scrolling on his phone with a half-smoked cigarette in his hand–he wore the blazer.

He looked better than the last time you’d seen him, whatever he was doing was agreeing with him, whether it be the travel or the success. His face looked a little rounder than the month prior, and his hair was starting to grow a touch longer than you knew he liked it, though you always preferred when he let his curls start to get unruly, and his favourite pair of sunglasses were perched atop his head–why? You weren’t sure since he was squinting, trying to fight the bright rays from the sunset.

“How are you?” he said, slipping his phone into his pants pocket and pulling you in for a brief hug, where you couldn’t help but inhale the scent of the aftershave you’d bought him for Christmas the year before. And if your eyes didn’t deceive you, he took his time looking you up and down with a glazed-over look you’d seen before, a look mostly reserved for when the pair of you would go out somewhere and the night would quickly become a race to see who could get the other riled up first–you missed his playfulness, as well as his hand on the small of your back as he led you into the establishment and onto a stool at the bar.

You both ordered, going over pleasantries–him asking how your work was going, you asking if his family was well. It wasn’t until your drinks arrived that you’d finally moved onto his work. 

“It was truly amazing, Joe, seriously.” You tried your hardest to look into Joe’s eyes as you were being sincere, though he was making it difficult by looking only to the ground to hide the blush growing up his neck. “Even better than what you told me about it! Eddie is a cultural icon now!”

“You’re too kind, love,” he said, taking a sip and swallowing before continuing. “Was that all you wanted to really talk about? My work?”

It was now time for the inevitable, you thought. Admittedly, you still weren’t one hundred percent sure why you did text Joe to begin with–perhaps a wicked cocktail of self pity, loneliness, and introverted behaviour wanted you to reconnect with seemingly one of the only people in your life who truly understood you, at least for a while.

All your memories together were constantly swirling in your head, the good and bad, and maybe you thought seeing him in a low-pressure environment would remedy that. Because the more and more you mulled it over, you just wanted Joe back in your life, you were tired of missing his voice and his smile, not to mention his cooking.

You hesitated on answering for a moment. “Partially.” You declared. “Wanted to see you as well…missed talking to you.”

It pervaded you as to what omnipresent force made you immediately spill your guts to Joe, but that was the way it always went–you couldn’t think of one gift you’d given him that he didn’t manage to get you to spoil for him during the week leading up to whatever occasion called for it, and any and every piece of gossip you knew–regardless of whether he knew the subject or not–was common knowledge shared between the two of you. It periodically made you feel contemptible, though you figured since Joe was part of you in a sense, it didn’t matter anyway.

You knew you should’ve been wary, you felt so desperate and clingy–part of the reason you broke up was those very qualities, why did you have to bring it all back up again? You cursed yourself in your head.

“It’s been weird not seeing you,” Joe admitted. “Feel like I’ve got FOMO or something…”

He could always find a way to make you chuckle. Soon enough, the conversation began flowing smoothly–almost like you were old friends catching up, which in a way, you supposed you were. Sooner or later, you’d both finished your martinis and were begging the bartender in the nicely pressed, white jacket to make you another round, which he refused, stating bar policy was only one martini per patron because they were so strong.

You were sceptical on the apparent five shots of alcohol in the drink–it had barely gone to your head, at least until you remembered the bottle of vodka sitting in your freezer.

“D’you wanna just go back to mine? ‘ve got all that bartending stuff, still so we can just make our own drinks?” you were quite certain your voice was even and steady, and that it was just Joe who was beginning to sway in his seat, though something told you in the back of your mind as you subconsciously placed a hand on his, the buzz was just starting to reach you.

Joe intertwined his fingers with yours and jumped up from his seat. “To yours it is.”

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[hentyehottie]

a/n: first work on this platform & looking for moots who also love black reader inserts

pairing: K. Bakugo x Chubby Black!Fem reader

w/c: 2.7k

c/w: 18+ MDNI'

language, oral sex (cunnilingus, rimming) f!receiving, roommates, college au, fingering, katsuki eavesdrops, or maybe you're just being loud lol, katsuki bends you like a pipe cleaner 😭

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You were beyond annoyed right now. Not only was traffic fucking terrible, you had bombed your chemistry midterm and it made you feel like shit. Now you were hoping to go in your room and rub your clit until you forgot about it. You were sure you weren’t going to say anything about it to Katsuki.

You could see it now. He’d shake his head in disappointment, another reason for him to call you a bimbo and dumb. He was always on your ass enough as it is, you didn’t want him going extra hard on you, especially after you had failed a test that was so important to your major.

“Hey.” Katsuki said as you walked into the kitchen of your shared apartment.

It was a cute apartment, a bit on the smaller side, but rent was affordable and even cheaper with a roommate. Plus, you had learned to tolerate your roommate so all was well.

He wasn’t the most respectful but he footed the big bills as long as you cooked and cleaned well enough. He even helped you with homework occasionally and you did the same when he rarely needed it. You even helped each other de-stress when it was absolutely necessary. It almost felt safe enough to call you and Bakugo friends.

“Hey Bakugo.” He was in the kitchen, making himself breakfast his usual routine after his early online lecture.

“How was your test?” He asked, spreading jelly over his toast, spooning his scrambled eggs onto one slice and sprinkling bacon bits on it before sandwiching both pieces of toast together.

“It was alright. Some things I knew, some I didn’t.” He listened to you as he began eating, starting with the pieces of egg that crumbled out of his sandwich and onto the plate.

“Fair enough, that tiny brain of yours is filled with gumdrops and lollipops anyway. How do you think you did?”

“Im not sure. Don’t kick me while I’m down.” Your tone was playful, or at least you hoped it was, and you hoped to leave the conversation at that.

“Listen, if you failed just do better on the next one. All you’re pouting is putting me in a shitty mood.”

It was hard for you not to be in a shitty mood. Bakugo had spent hours tutoring you, helping you study and cram for this stupid test and you still bombed it.

“I’m sorry. Can I have a bite, please?”

He rolled his eyes, holding up his sandwich, feeling generous enough to let you take the first bite. “Thanks Bakubro.” You answered playfully, draping yourself on his shoulders.

“God, don’t tell me you’re gonna start that shit like the rest of those goddamn extras.”

“Those extra’s,” You referred to Eijirou, Denki, Sero and Mina. “Are your friends. Don’t be mean.”

You walked over to get a napkin to wipe your mouth, passing one to Katsuki as well. When you were done you threw it in the nearly-full trash can.

“Can you take the trash out later, please.” “Yeah, grab me a Gatorade." You grabbed a bottle of water for yourself and a Gatorade for him, passing him the beverage before sitting across from him at the island. “Thanks.”

“Why are you watching porn in the kitchen, weirdo.” You peeked at his screen again to make sure you weren’t tripping. He had his AirPods in so you couldn’t hear exactly what was going on but sure enough, he was watching some dude in a dorm eating a girl out.

“I’m not watching porn dumbass, I opened Twitter and this shit was plastered on my screen.” Katsuki wasn’t pathetic enough to deliberately disrespect your common area like that, but that shitty haired, shark toothed loser just happened to send this video along with the message ‘You and —.’

When they’d found out he’d become roommates with a woman the idiots wouldn’t shut up about it and Bakugo found it really fucking annoying.

“I believe you,” You laughed. ”it’d be absolutely absurd to think the almighty Dynamight watched porn.”

He wanted to tell you that he didn’t have to. Hearing your moans and whimpers on the other side of the thin wall separating both of your bedrooms was usually enough to get him off.

He was a very visual person, and he couldn’t help but try to imagine what you were doing. Maybe fucking yourself with those stubby little fingers or rubbing your clit until you came. You were probably even hiding a dildo he didn’t know about.

“Kats don’t forget to take the trash out, I threw some egg salad away earlier and I don’t want it to start smelling. I’m gonna take a nap.”

Bakugo stood from the stool at the island.

“Stop bossing me around ya damn loser.” He said, watching your ass as you walked out of the kitchen. Katsuki began to gather the trash lying around in the kitchen and placed it into the trash can before tying up the bag and sitting it by the door. He had to work at seven so he’d just take it on his way out.

He washed his hands and grabbed a bottle of water before heading out of the kitchen. On the way to his room, right before he could open his door, he heard something that made his hand halt just as it reached the knob.

“Katsuki.” He knew unmistakably that those were your moans. He pressed his ear to the door, trying to hear more clearly. “Mmm f-fuck.”

He tried his best to carefully open the door, however the creak of hinge made you jump up. The cover slid down slightly, exposing a peek of your breasts before you pulled it right back up.

“A nap, huh?” He raised his eyebrow.

You tried your best to utter a reply but you were currently unable to form the simplest of words. You did plan on taking a nap, but after tossing and turning, you figured you’d have to put yourself to sleep.

“You gonna sit there like an idiot or go ahead and finish?” He asked noticing you were still sitting there. You could feel your orgasm fading just as fast as it built up and right now you were in the middle of a tough decision.

Either you could ignore Katsuki standing directly across from you while you masturbated to a video that the two of you made together, or you could shut the whole thing down and be dissatisfied as you contemplated dying of embarrassment.

As if he read your mind, he went on to say, “Today loser—just pretend I’m not even here, I just wanna see you cum.” He spoke, ruby eyes darkening to a deep, blood red.

“Well then maybe you could make me cum.” You seemed calm on the outside, but on the inside your heart was literally pounding in your chest. You were a completely different person during sex.

Unlike your usual sassy self, Katsuki noted that when the two of you were being intimate, you were always shy and quiet as hell. Always trying to suppress your moans and hide your face—which is exactly why he was a little taken aback. He tossed your phone over to the side, wanting your attention on himself. He looked at your phones screen and smirked to himself.

On your phone was a video of him fingering you. He knew it was him because of the distinct scars that years of fighting and training had put on him. The veins in his forearms bulging as he pumped his middle and ring fingers in and out of your wet cunt.

Bakugo could hear your soft moans emitting from the speaker of your phone, as well as his own deep, gruff voice mumbling out little nothings while he fucked you with his fingers. It was fuckin’ hot.

He recorded the video for you, since you wanted something intimate of your self to get off to. Plus it was shy little you, so this was probably the closest thing to a sex tape you’d ever make. He didn’t need any convincing, pulling his shirt off and kneeling onto your bed. He lifted your legs, pulling you closer to him.

“You’re so fuckin’ cute.” He told you leaning down to kiss your forehead and then your pouty lips. His hand trailed down between your thighs, rubbing soft circles around your clit through your panties. It felt good but it still wasn’t enough.

“Fuck Katsuki..I wanna cuummm.” You whined, as your cunt clenched around emptiness, you were so close to a mind shattering orgasm earlier. He wiped his fingers on a nearby towel, grabbing your phone to lock it.

“Yeah, yeah, shut up ya fuckin’ brat.”

Last time he fingered you, he licked your cum right off of his fingers, which was probably a sight that was permanently etched into the depths of your mind.

This time he wanted it straight from the source.

“I wanna eat your pussy." Katsuki said, in the most serious tone you've ever heard his voice take. It always amazed your how straightforward Katsuki was.

“But, we're friends-"

"Then let me eat your pussy, as a friend." He rolled his eyes.

Here he was, sitting beside you’d playing with your pussy while the two of you kissed. Y’all had done way too much as it is for you to be throwing the 'friend' card. “If you don't like it, we never have to bring it up again." He shrugged.

This had been something he wanted to do for a while, since you’d both started experimenting with each other sexually, but Katsuki wasn't going to beg. You paused for a little while, giving it some thought.

“And if I do like it?” “Then I’ll do it whenever you want. I’ll even let you sit on my face.”

“...Okay.” You gave him a small smile.

“You sure?” He asked, hooking his fingers around the waist band of your panties. “I’m sure. It's just gonna be weird having you down there." You stated, covering your face with a pillow.

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Not like I haven't been down here before."

“Yeah, but that was so long ago and your face and tongue wasn't buried in my cooch." You reasoned, heart pounding in your chest as he slid your panties down your thighs. Spreading your legs as wide as they could go and bending them at the knee, he took a good look at your treasure, licking his lips.

“Damn, your pussy is so pretty." He said, sliding his finger between your lips.

You placed the same pillow over your face, hoping the bed would just open up and swallow you whole. You were extremely shy and Katsuki wasn’t making it any better staring at your vagina like a starved man. He placed his head between your thighs, propping himself on his left elbow, taking the same finger and rubbing circles around your clit, sliding down to press at your entrance.

There was no way to explain your scent as it flooded his nostrils and clouded his brain. It made the blonde absolutely feral.

"Can I?" Bakugo asked, giving you one last chance to opt out if you no longer wanted to let him do this. Crimson eyes bore into yours, waiting for a response.

A simple nod and a "mhm" was his confirmation as he tasted your syrupy cunt for the first time. He licked a fat strip from your ass all the way to your clit. He did it again and again and again—both your pussy and your asshole clenching around nothing as he dug his fat wet tongue into your pussy with vigor.

“Mmm.” He moaned at the taste, pulling his head back to lick at the remnants of slick that were smeared on his cheeks and chin, earning a whimper of impatience from you.

“Kats-,” You choked on your spit and your mind short circuited when the thumb of his right hand rubbed at your asshole, ever so casually trying to push its way in.

“You love when I play with that ass don’t you,” He emphasized his statement with gentle prods and rubs at your rim, teasing the little brown pucker to no end. “You’re Katsuki’s nasty lil’ slut right?”

“Yes, yes, yesss.” You nodded furiously, swelling the blonde’s chest with pride. “Good girl.” Katsuki gave your lower hole another lick, planting a sweet kiss on your asshole and sinking his sharp canines into one of your cheeks.

You knew you were clean, but the act itself just felt so dirty, so taboo, so damn hot.

He traveled up to your pussy, sealing his lips around your clit. He stared up at you with lustful, half-lidded eyes, lips wrapped around your clit like a fucking jolly rancher.

As if this moment couldn’t get any more euphorically intense, you felt his fingers slide into you. You let out something between a yelp and a scream, nearly losing your mind at the feeling of fullness you got from only his middle and ring fingers.

Katsuki found your g-spot almost instantly, the stretching from the thick digits along with him flicking the spongy area at the very top of your cunt had you creaming around his middle and ring fingers. Your toes began to curl and your body slightly rocked back and forth as he forcefully fucked his thick fingers in and out of you.

“Hold your legs.” He gruffly commanded, waiting for you to place your hands around your ankles and pull your legs up. You pulled them back as far as your belly would allow, now splayed out and presenting him your pretty pussy.

It was probably the sexiest shit he’d ever seen and he silently thanked you for those early mornings of yoga you’d endured.

‘Itadakimasu.’ He thanked whoever had given him the grace of enjoying such a beautiful spread.

Shifting his position, the blonde now lied sniper style in front of you. He placed both hands on your ass, spreading you further before he buried his face in your pussy again. You opened your mouth to let out a moan, but your breath caught in your throat.

“Katsuki.” You ugly moaned his name as he alternated between a firmer, pointed tongue pressing hard on your clit, and a relaxed, flat tongue widely sweeping up and down over your entire vagina. No matter the technique, Katsuki was dexterous with his tongue and you jealously wondered how he’d come to be so good at eating pussy as he brought you closer and closer to the best ‘o’ you’d ever felt.

You gasped. Could he have been watching that in the kitchen for pointers?!

Bakugo ignored his rock hard cock, completely bent on getting you off before he even thought of himself. He kept licking and sucking, tongue bathing in your slick as he sloppily ate your pussy.

As much as he’d hate to admit, you were his favorite girl and he hated seeing you upset. He hoped this would help take your mind off that shitty test, and if it didn’t, he didn’t mind flipping you guys over and letting use his mouth however you wanted to.

Your thighs shook and your bottom lip was sandwiched between your teeth while you stared into his eyes. You two never looked away from each other, as the pressure built up inside.

“Katsuki! I’m cu-oh fuuuck.” You squirmed as tears of complete joy and pleasure streamed down your face. Waves of pleasure washed over you as your climax ripped through your body.

You layed there with your heart pumping, flinching slightly when his tongue brushed against your over sensitized clit a few more times.

“Fuck Kats, I-I can’t.”

You gasped out when his thumb began to rub circles over your puckered rim again. He hoped he could lick you into another orgasm but he could tell you couldn’t take it. You slumped over, laying on your side as your chest rose up and down rapidly.

That’s just how he likes to see you, fucked out and exhausted. Katsuki stood up straight and smirked, watching as your body occasionally jerked with violent tremors, satisfying him and filling his soul with accomplishment.

“Next time, gonna put my tongue in that cute lil’ ass of yours.” He marked his words with a heavy slap to your ass, watching your brown skin ripple around his palm. And with that he went to get a cloth to wipe his face and between your legs for the time being.

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closing a/n: If anyone’s wondering the reader is a nursing student and bakubabe is studying fire science!

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[kyufessions]

gaming

synopsis: your boyfriend wants your attention

pairings: boyfriend! jooyeon x gamer! afab reader

genre: smut, 18+

word count: 1.3k

request: 2 + 11 ; “you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid” + “get on your hands and knees, right now”

warnings: oral (f. receiving), hair pulling, lmk if i missed anything!

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois @jungsusvillain

a/n: my first request ahh i’m so excited! i hope the anon who requested this likes it! i hope to get more requests soon (o^^o)

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on your days off of work, you did your schooling. on your days off of school, you worked. having both off on the same day was merely impossible, but by the grace of God you were blessed with that today. you always were ahead in your school work so you had a completely free day, which made jooyeon overjoyed. only problem was you were also a gamer who hadn’t played a single game in over two weeks due to your busy schedule. sure, you wanted to spend time with your boyfriend as well but you wanted to play with your online friends and improve your skills as well for a few hours.

jooyeon understood this, giving you your space for the next two and a half hours until you went on your date later that evening. but after finishing the book he was reading, the reruns of his favorite show weren't keeping him as occupied as he had hoped. as he sat up against the headboard staring at the television, his eyes kept wandering over to you sitting at your desk chair. your hair was slightly messy as you wore nothing but an oversized band tee of his and lacey underwear he had never seen you wear before. the concentration on your face brought butterflies to his stomach, his love for you overflowing as you did nothing but focus on your video game. but he also couldn’t help the sexual desires growing within him as you bit down on your lower lip in concentration, your occasional groans of irritation causing him to shift in his position on the bed until he had had enough.

moving from his place on the bed, he sits in the unoccupied chair next to you and makes it obvious he’s admiring you upclose. head in his hand as he ogles you, your heart starts racing as you feel his stare. losing a game match, you let out a groan of frustration as you set down your headset on the desk. as you turn your head to meet the eyes of jooyeon, you notice the face he’s making along with his eyes.

you can’t help but giggle, bringing your hand to his cheek and rubbing against the apple of it. “you’re so cute, baby.” he raises a brow, placing a small kiss on your hand. upon seeing his confusion, you decide to elaborate. “you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

as his cheeks rise in heat from embarrassment, you giggle at his widening eyes. did he think he was hiding it well? “i-i’m sorry, 자기야. you just look really good and i miss how you taste.” your boyfriend sits up fully, taking your hand in his before smashing his lips onto yours hungrily. without hesitation, he nibbles on your bottom lip as his hand swivels your desk chair around so you’re fully facing him. you feel his hands roam your body, one hand sliding under your shirt to fondle your breast as the other plays with the lace of your underwear.

moaning against his lips at the feeling of your boyfriend missing you, you pull away and grin at the string of saliva that breaks as you detach from his kiss. “get on your hands and knees, right now.” jooyeon nods eagerly, hopping off his chair and doing as instructed. he watches you slide off your underwear and toss it to the side but not before noticing the small darkened spot on them.

when he looks back up to meet your gaze, he notices you start putting on your headset and cocks his head to the side in confusion. you notice this, bringing your hand to his face as you place a kiss to his forehead. “i’m going to play as you eat me out. once i cum, i’ll stop the game and we can wash up and go on our date, deal?” nodding in agreement, he starts to move under the desk and brings his hands to your thighs. you shake your head, taking his hands and setting them on the floor. “i said hands and knees on the floor, baby. keep them there.”

before he knew it, you started another game and he started getting to work. not being able to use his hands was going to be a struggle, but whatever his partner wanted his partner got. placing a few sloppy kisses to your thighs, he stares at your glistening folds for a few seconds before fully going in. gasping as you feel his tongue get to work between your folds, you fight every urge within you to not run your fingers through his long hair and ignore the game. but you were in a team match and didn’t want to let your teammates down, but oh Lord did having jooyeon’s head between your legs make your mind go fuzzy.

jooyeon moves from your folds to your empty hole, moving his tongue in and out of it as a replacement for the fingers he can’t use. hearing you let out a gasp at his actions gave him an ego boost, and the moan following shortly after with a whimpered ‘fuck’ just gave him all the confidence he needed to take it a step further. pulling out of your hole, he moves his lips to your sensitive clit.

as soon as your boyfriend starts sucking on your nub, you shut your eyes with a string of ‘oh my gosh’’s stumbling out of your mouth. “oh my gosh, right there baby.” you quickly look down at jooyeon, his eyes meeting yours as you feel his tongue start flicking at your sensitivity. at this point, the game doesn’t matter to you. nothing does but this moment and the feeling you were being provided with by your lover. you throw off your headphones, dropping them to the floor as you start grinding against his face with your hand in his hair guiding him. “yes, right there. you treat me so good.”

the pattern of your breathing was becoming irregular and moans higher in pitch, signaling you were coming close to your release. as you tug on his hair harder, he sticks his tongue in your hole one last time before moving back to your clot and sucking eagerly. before he knew it, your moans were bouncing off the wall and his face was being covered in your juice. jooyeon wasted no time licking you clean, savoring your taste as he smiled against your folds from finally being able to hear your sweet sounds again.

once your breathing starts to regulate and your grip on his hair loosens, jooyeon pulls away and gets out from under the desk. as your body relaxes in the chair after having a mindblowing orgasm for the first time in a long while, you hear jooyeon get up from the floor and sit back in the chair next to you. fluttering your eyes open, you notice how wet the lower half of his face is and giggle. pulling open a desk drawer, you pull out a small pack of tissues and start wiping away all of your release on his face.

“sorry about that, you just really know how to use your mouth.” you say before pecking his lips.

he pecks your lips back, his big smile seeming permanent on his face. “it’s okay, i like when you use me how you want.” his eyes trail from yours to the floor, noticing the newly broken headset and picking it up. “i’ll buy you a new headset at the mall today since this one broke.”

you pout, taking the headset from his hands and inspecting it. “are you sure? i would feel bad.”

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[mikelogan]

15 Questions, 15 Friends

i was tagged by the lovely @sophiedevreaux and @chippdhearts 🩵

Are you named after anyone? My first name, no. My mom heard Garth Brooks named his daughter Taylor (after James Taylor) and she loved it as a girls' name. My middle name is also my mom's middle name, my paternal great grandma's first name, and my maternal great great aunt's first name.

When was the last you cried? Lmao yesterday

Do you have kids? Absolutely the fuck not

What sports do you play/have you played? I played basketball for 2 or 3 years in grade school, played softball my freshman year, did golf for one summer in middle school, and i really enjoy disc golf now. However, my body rejects and makes me pay for even the most unassuming of activities, so I can't really do much at all without being in a tremendous amount of pain. I've also never been athletic and never enjoyed sports; my parents used to make me do one sport a year until I permanently injured both of my feet playing softball that I was allowed to just do extracurriculars instead.

Do you use sarcasm? No, never 😒

What is the first thing you notice about people? Honestly, probably what they're wearing and then their expression, which comes from working retail for so long. Sometimes you can just tell when someone's going to be a cunt.

What is your eye color? Blue

Scary movies or happy endings? Both tbh. I love horror (even though I'm fairly picky about it) and while a fair amount of horror does have happy endings, it definitely doesn't have to for me to enjoy it. But I love a feel good movie too.

Any talents? Um. I can wiggle my ears together and my right one on its own. I do handlettering, though with how shaky I've gotten, I'm definitely not as good as I used to be. And I think I can sing passably well.

Where were you born? In the city I still live in #rip me

What are your hobbies? Gifmaking, watching movies and TV, sexualizing old men, growing far too attached to fictional characters, writing occasionally, disc golf in theory, petting my cats, memorizing smosh videos, masturbating, etc.

Do you have any pets? I live with my parents again and they still have the dog we got when I was in college, a stupid idiot dingo named Tucker (who I love but he barks at everything all the time) and I have my 2 cats, Fiona and Vienna. Fiona is definitely my soul animal 🥹

How tall are you? 5'4"

Favorite subject in school? English/creative writing

Dream job? I do not dream of labor

no pressure tags (as always): @divorcedmalewife @sadbeautifutragic @jackietaylors @renrapp @emilylprentiss @kizzyedgelll @undercovercannibal @barrowsteeth @muldery @mulderscully @nessa007 @thepunkpanther @chaoticroad @ncutisgatwas @userghouls and anyone else who wants to do this!

#ramblings #tag game

[ladylannisterxo]

may i request “I really want to kiss you right now.” “Then do it.” with steve

Sure can! Hope you enjoy! This is also an unofficial part two to this drabble - you don't really have to read that one to understand this but, ya know, wouldn't hurt 😉

Pairings; Steve Harrington x fem!Reader Prompt # 148; "I really want to kiss you right now." - "Then do it." Words; 1.3k Warnings; Some light angst, mentions of a past break-up, but mostly fluff

It’s been a year since you’ve last seen Steve Harrington. A year since you called your relationship what it was and ended things. A year since you went off to college and Steve stayed behind in Hawkins. A year since you last made eye contact with the boy who ran away with your heart Sophomore year…

… But seeing him now, after all this time, it’s clear he still has your heart.

It was summer vacation and you were back in town. A friend had mentioned there was a party happening somewhere and you realized immediately how much you actually missed parties in Hawkins. It didn’t even occur to you that Steve may also be there until you looked up from the punch bowl and found him staring at you from across the room.

He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, as surprised to see you as you were to see him. You grant him a small smile and a timid wave and that seems to break him out of whatever reverie had taken hold of him. He blinks rapidly, averting his gaze to land anywhere else in the room, and then he bolts. Your eyes follow his retreating form as he makes his way through throngs of partiers and disappears down a back hallway.

You should let it go, take yourself outside to see what’s going on out there or, hell, just leave this party entirely but you’re curious. Curious to know if you’re truly only surprised to see him after all this time or if there is still something there between the two of you. Curious to know if perhaps he feels the same way too. You don’t give it a second thought, choosing to follow his path and find where he ended up.

You’re not sure how you know but the door you find yourself standing in front of no doubt shelters Steve on the other side. Maybe it’s intuition or maybe it’s that gravitational pull you always joked that he had, the pull that always led you right to him even if you weren’t looking.

You knock tentatively on the door and then press your ear up against it. “Steve? It’s me.”

The running tap of the bathroom sink shuts off immediately and then you’re met with silence aside from the occasional sniffle here and there. You press tighter against the door, straining to hear something, anything.

“Steve, can we- can we talk? Please?”

The doorknob twists slowly, so slowly, and you take a step back as the door opens and Steve appears looking run down and exhausted. He still has that glorious head of hair but it’s not as well kept as it used to be, now looking disheveled as if he just rolled out of bed. His eyes are red rimmed, from lack of sleep or crying, you’re not entirely sure but when he reaches up to run the sleeve of his shirt under his nose, you catch sight of his fingers, the skin around his nails red and bitten and picked at.

“Steve?” you say gently and his eyes hesitantly meet yours, “can I come in, just for a minute?”

He doesn’t respond, only taking a step back so you can slide in behind him. You shut the door behind you, back pressed up against it and Steve stands leaning against the sink, arms crossed, and doing everything he can not to look at you.

“How, uh, how are you?” you ask and immediately cringe at how stupid of a question this no doubt is.

“How am I?” Steve laughs lightly, bitterly. “I couldn’t get into college. My girlfriend broke up with me and moved out of state for school. All of my friends are fifteen year olds excluding Robin who I now work with at Family Video because that’s clearly the best I can do. My dad reminds me every single day that I have failed miserably at life and I can’t find another girl to date because every time I meet someone, they either have a boyfriend or I can’t take the next step because I’m still so hung up on you. But enough about me, how are you doing?”

His eyes snap to yours, a burning annoyance flaring behind his irises and you cast your own gaze downward, shame and embarrassment flooding your veins.

“I never meant to hurt you,” you whisper, tears brimming your lashes.

He sighs. “I know. I just- you did hurt me and I want to be angry with you but I can’t because I’m still so incredibly in love with you and that just makes it worse because you were able to move on and—”

“I didn’t,” you interject, “I- I couldn’t.”

“What?” he breathes, eyes wide and hopeful.

“I tried, I wanted to get over you,” you admit, “when I first made it to school and got settled, I went on a couple of dates but they never worked out.”

“How come?”

“Kept thinking about you.” You shrug with a soft laugh. “I’d be talking to some guy and he’d say something and the first thing I’d think is ‘Steve would never say something like this’. It even got to the point where I was bringing you up on dates. I knew then that I hadn’t gotten over you, that I may never get over you.”

Steve takes a tentative step forward, his finger hooking underneath your chin to lift your eyes to his. Your breath hitches when you meet his gaze, already beginning to fall hard and fast into those warm, deep, inviting brown eyes of his.

“I’ll admit, it does make me a little happy that it never worked out with someone else.” He grins sheepishly, trailing his fingers softly against your cheek.

You roll your eyes but smile nonetheless. “I’ll admit, it also makes me happy too.”

“I really want to kiss you right now,” he blurts out suddenly. “Sorry, sorry, I just- I think about kissing you all the time.”

You bite your lip softly. “Then do it.”

“Yeah?”

“Steve, if you don’t, then I will.”

Steve surges forward and you meet him halfway, capturing his lips in a deep kiss. The sensation of his lips melding against yours is overwhelming but you’re positive this is exactly where you’re supposed to be, wrapped up in his strong arms with his lips pouring every ounce of love directly into you. You can feel tears prickling at your lash line as you pull him flush against your body, fingers tangling in the ends of his dark hair as your tongue slides along his bottom lip begging for entry.

He opens his mouth, allowing you in and the kiss becomes deeper, more passionate as his hands roam over the expanse of your body, gripping every inch of you he possibly can and pulling you tighter and tighter against his chest.

“I love you,” he says breathlessly, kissing your jaw and then trailing his lips down your neck. “I still love you so fucking much.”

“I know, me too,” you reply, head dropping back against the door as he attacks your neck. “I love you, Steve, I never stopped.”

He groans at your admission, bringing himself back up and pulling you back into another searing kiss. It’s languid in the way his lips move against yours, as if he’s trying to memorize the taste, the feeling of your lips against his. You’re certain that’s what you’ve been doing yourself, allowing your body to remember the feeling of Steve fully wrapped around you; the taste of his lips, the touch of his fingers, the warmth of his skin.

“Do you- do you maybe want to get out of here… with me?” you ask shyly, looking up at him from underneath your lashes.

“Your place or mine?”

You tilt your head up, ghosting your lips gingerly against his own. “Yours. Just like we used to.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #stranger things #writing by 's' #1k follower celebration with 's'

[stevenose]

don’t judge me i’m feeling soft and angsty lmao let’s do steve, k17, s8, w12 💓💓💓

luv a good angsty moment <3 is for u

prompt: Steve + apology sex + apartment + “don’t look at me like that”

contains: gender unspecified reader; oral (reader receiving); vague descriptions of oral; some ham-fisted angst and mentions/slander of Nancy (she’s my bbg so its ok <3); allusions to insecurity/past cheating

han’s 1k celebration

“Don’t look at me like that,” you say, not breaking from the homework you’re currently trying to finish.

“Like what?”

You grit your teeth but refuse to answer. Answering would require another argument that you have no time or energy for. You need to finish your university assignments before flunking, and Steve knows that. But he’s still pushing, because he can’t stand it when you’re mad at him, and he can’t stand it when he knows he’s fucked up.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, fiddling with the edge of his shirt.

“Okay.”

He scoffs but says nothing else. The silence is a little too loud. Usually your shared apartment was filled with noise, whether from you or him. He’s usually singing under his breath and watching TV, or washing dishes, or trying to read that book you recommended to him two years ago that he still hasn’t finished, the flipping of parchment reminding you that your apartment is a home. But it’s dead quiet now, save for the sound of Steve’s occasional sigh.

“I have to get this done, and then we can talk. Okay?”

Steve does that mean girl thing that he’s prone to do when he’s moody and bites without thinking. “You don’t think our relationship is more important than your stupid homework?”

Your head shoots up and you stare icily at him. He immediately recoils, relaxes his shoulders and face as he inches towards you. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, okay? I can’t stand it when you’re upset at me.”

“You know why I’m upset at you.”

“I know,” he sighs. “Look -”

“I don’t understand why you can’t just trust me. I know what happened with….” You don’t even have to say Nancy and he’s already wincing. It makes you angrier. “I’m not like her. Okay? I wouldn’t do things like that to you. And if you feel like she’s such a big loss -”

“I don’t -”

“Then maybe you should just go back to her.”

Steve looks equally heartbroken and frustrated. “I don’t think she’s a big loss. I won everything when I met you. But it’s not easy for me to get over what happened.”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. “I know. I know. I’m sorry. But it gets so frustrating sometimes, Steve. I just - I want to be able to go out with friends and not have you freaking out the entire time. I want to be able to study with people and not have you glare at everyone when you come and pick me up.”

“I don’t glare -”

“You glare.”

He sighs again. “I know it’s stupid, but I - I don’t go to college. I work at a video store with a porn section in the back and I make, like, three dollars an hour. I have no prospects like your friends do.”

“You do! Why do you keep sayin’ that? Jesus, Steve, you act like you’re in the last quarter of your life. We have everything ahead of us. It doesn’t have to be figured out right now. We have each other. We have a life together. I don’t care if you - I just want you.” You’re so frustrated you could cry, and Steve notices. He moves towards you to wrap you in his arms, and you let him, squeezing him even tighter. “You’re the best person I know. You don’t have to be a physics major for me to love you. You’re the only person I’ll ever want.”

“What about Harrison Ford?” he says, voice muffled as he dips his head into your shoulder.

“Don’t make me laugh. I’m still mad at you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too.”

You stay like that for a while, swaying with each other. “I still have to finish my homework.”

“Let me help,” he says, and you give him a skeptical look, but he knows what he’s doing. He rests between your legs as you sit back down at your desk, spreading them open.

“Not sure how this will help,” you say, picking your pencil back up and trying to pay attention to your textbook. Steve grabs your hips and slides them towards him, making you slink down in your chair. “Okay, this absolutely won’t help.”

“Let me make things up to you,” he murmurs, and while you want to complain - if anything, he needs some love - but the wind is knocked out of you when his lips make contact with your sweet spot.

“Steve,” you moan, pulling your legs up to rest on his shoulders. His nose plays with you for a moment before he uses his tongue, licking broad stripes into your skin.

“I’m gonna eat you out,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your hip, “make you cum a couple times. And then you’re going to go hang out with your friends with your cum still drippin’ down your thighs.”

“What a gentleman,” you breathe, wrapping a hand in his hair as he starts to devour you. “I’d r-rather… rather… spend the night with you.”

He hums into you. “You bend easy.”

If you weren’t so blissed out, you’d argue with him again. You throw your head back as he gets into a rhythm, making your heart pound and eyes cross. “I… make it up t’you,” you moan. “Show y’how much I… oh, God!”

“Say it,” he begs. “Tell me.”

“How much I love you,” you rush out. “How much I want you.”

“Don’t ya have homework you need to do? Hmm? Wasn’t it so important earlier?”

You grab the back of his hair and push his mouth back onto you, both of you groaning loudly at the sensation. Your eyes flutter closed as your head lulls back. “I … can … turn it in late.”

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