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forever-rogue · 7 months

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Could I request something with the prompt, “that’s a mighty sexy costume you’re wearing” with best friend!Eddie seeing bookworm!Reader in a skimpy costume for the first time? Maybe a lil smutty, if you want, but no pressure! - @munson-blurbs 💚

AN | Ooh, this is a great idea! I feel like Eddie would just short circuit! 🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.9k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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"I have bad news," you walked into the trailer without ceremony or announcing yourself, dumping your purse near the door and kicking off your shoes.

Eddie looked up from the couch, where he was sprawled out, nose buried in his book. He quickly set it down and gave you his full attention, raising an eyebrow.

“The absolute worst,” you flopped down on the couch where he had made room for you, huffing dramatically. Eddie snorted in amusement as you made yourself comfortable on the opposite, positioning yourself so that your feet were touching his. You relaxed slightly now that you were back in his presence, his magnetic warmth and charm washing over you.

“And just what are these horrible, terrible, very bad news?” he nudged your foot with his and offered you a small, encouraging smile. You could have easily melted into a puddle from that alone, “lay it on me.”

“I…” you leaned in, playing up the theatrics as you knew from years of being his best friend that he often did. He mirrored your position, the two of you looking at each other with matching grins.

“You…”

“I…don’t have a Halloween costume,” with that, you leaned back and threw your arm over your eyes, making a sound somewhere between a sigh and a groan, “what am I supposed to do now?”

“Oh. My. God,” he reached for your hands and pulled you closer, a deeply concerned look on his face, “this is the worst. What are we going to do? I think…I think we might have to cancel Halloween this year.”

“NO!” you closed your eyes and clutched at your heart, “no. It’s our favorite holiday. You must go on without me!”

When you looked at Eddie again, the two of you broke into a fit of giggles. He loved when you were like this, so free and open and utterly yourself. He knew you were shy and more quiet around others - until you warmed up to them - but there had always been something special, something different about the bond the two of you shared. You were…everything to him, even if you, or he, didn't know that.

"C'mon sweetheart," he stood up and gestured toward the kitchen with a crook of his head, "pizza got here just before you did. Let's eat and then we can figure out this little conundrum."

"What kind did you get?" You bounced after him, stomach almost grumbling as you took in the mouth watering sight of the pizza boxes.

"My favorite and yours," he stated as though it was the most obvious thing into the world, "didn't really think I'd let me girl go without exactly what she wants, right?"

"N-no," my girl. Your head was buzzing with those two simple words. He'd said them so many times over the years that sometimes you even allowed yourself to think that they held more meaning than they truly did, "I should have known better."

"Yes you should have," he reached into the fridge and pulled out a few beers, "now dig in so we can start our movie and then solve all your problems!"

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"So," the two of you were sitting on the floor of the trailer's living room. The space was always cozy and inviting, especially towards the colder months, always overflowing with blankets and good food. You took a big bite of pizza and chewed it thoughtfully, "what led to this coming to an issue?"

"Ugh," you swallowed thickly before wiping your greasy fingers on a napkin, "I went to a couple of stores and halloween shops to look for costumes with Nance and Robin. And there was practically nothing there!"

"Nothing of interest? Nada? Zilch?"

"There were some," you admitted sheepishly, cheeks growing warm as you thought to the costumes you did see. Eddie seemed to sense your hesitation and motioned for you to go on. His big brown eyes were concentrated on you and that made your mouth run dry, "but they were umm…they were sexy."

You whispered the last part so softly that Eddie almost didn't even hear you. But once he processed what you said, his face went through a copy of different expressions before settling on curiosity, "sexy?"

"Sexy," you repeated gravely with a nod, "like sexy nurse, sexy witch, sexy pirate, sexy everything! The only costumes that weren't like that were the complete opposite! I can either be a sexy scientist or a big, round pumpkin. Why can't there be a middle ground?"

Eddie had been listening, and listening intently, but his brain was currently having a moment. As soon as you said sexy, his mind went completely into the gutter. He would have been a dirty, filthy liar if he said he hadn't immediately started imagining you in said costumes. He hated that he did that but he was just a simple man after all. And you were the girl he was in love with so naturally…it went hand in hand.

"Eddie? Hello….earth to Eddie," you were waving your hand in front of his face as he blinked and pulled himself back into reality. His cheeks flushed a pretty shade of bubblegum pink as he smiled sheepishly at you, "you alright there, space cadet?"

“Y-yeah,” and he was a liar. A damn, dirty liar. He was currently trying, and struggling, not to pop a boner at the mere thought of you. Eddie shifted slightly to try and make his situation a little less obvious but it didn’t help, “so…umm, ugh - maybe we could make costumes?”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought about too,” luckily you were so worried about your own ordeal that you didn’t notice his, “I guess we could do that. Maybe as a last resort. I was thinking about going into Indy with Steve soon and looking. I’m sure I’ll figure something out. You still want to go to that big party with everyone, right?”

“Of course - as long as it’s what you want,” he was always looking out for you. It made you feel so safe and loved, “but that sounds like it’ll be fun. Can’t wait for Steve to bust out those dance moves again.”

“Seriously!” The last party the lot of you had been to had ended with a very not sober Steve who insisted he could dance. He couldn’t but it was still hilarious for the rest of you, “it’ll be fine. It’ll be fun! I just have to figure out a costume, which I’m sure I will.”

“Of course you will, sweetheart,” was it shameful that Eddie was lowkey but definitely high key wishing for you to wear something sexy? Probably, but his brain was feeling very simple at the moment, “this Halloween will be a great one.”

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“I think I am having second thoughts,” you looked yourself over in the mirror and sighed deeply, “a lot of them.”

“You look amazing,” Robin appeared behind you in the mirror, hands on your shoulders as she pressed a kiss to your cheek, “stunning.”

“I feel naked,” you definitely weren’t but it was still way less clothing than you were used to wearing or that anyone had seen you in. Looks like you really went with sexy after all. It was supposed to be just nerdy…but it ended up being that and a whole lot more. Or less if you were really thinking about it, “are you sure this doesn’t look ridiculous?”

“Princess Leia would be proud,” She grinned at you before stepping into the bathroom to finish her own makeup. You cringed slightly…you had a feeling Leia wouldn’t inherently be proud but she was all about autonomy and you were exercising yours so…it was all fine. Right? Right.

“Let’s go before I change my mind,” you grabbed your coat off the hook by the front door and wrapped yourself up in it. There was no reason to be cold already after all.

“Coming!” Nancy and Robin were both putting on the last touches to their costumes - a couple’s costume - which you thought was already. Their relationship wasn’t terribly new anymore but you could see just how enamored they were with each other. It was disgustingly cute. You couldn’t help but wonder at times, if Eddie had ever looked at you like that. If only you knew.

“This is going to be so much fun!” the three of you were meeting the boys at the party and you couldn’t completely shake off the nerves. Especially every time you thought of Eddie.

You supposed you’d get his response soon enough. What would happen was anyone’s guess.

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“Was your costume…supposed to be girl in trenchcoat?” Eddie’s voice was soft and warm in your ear as the two of you headed towards the bar to get some drinks for the table. People around you were in various stages of sobriety and costumes, but it was a good party and everyone seemed to be having a good time. You were ready to do the same…maybe. Hopefully a few drinks would help.

“No…not really,” you turned to Eddie and couldn’t help but look him up and down again. He was dressed as a vampire, silly plastic fangs half hanging out of his mouth. He looked pretty good, but you loved the fact that he still managed to be so himself, “it’s underneath.”

“Are you gonna show me or are you going to keep it hidden all night?” he settled his hands on your waist as he stood behind you as you approached the bar. The feel of his touch on you sent electric shivers down your spine. If only he knew how close he was to touching your bare skin, “mmm, sweetheart?”

“I-I can show you,” your eyes grew wide, heart pounding as loudly as the bass pouring through the club’s speakers. You swallowed thickly, “but can we go somewhere a little more private? I’m still not sure if I’m totally comfortable with it. I guess…maybe you could give me your opinion.”

His curiosity was piqued as he blinked at you a few times before nodding, “yes, of course. Always.”

He almost died when he felt your fingers wrapped around his wrist, quickly following behind as you pulled him towards a more secluded area near the bathrooms. Once you were sure you were away from prying eyes, you fumbled with the belt holding your coat closed.

“If it’s super terrible, be nice please. It’s so out of my comfort zone and I don’t know what I was thinking, but here we are,” before he could say anything, you unknotted the tie and let the coat fall open. After a moment to psych yourself up, you shrugged the coat off and draped it over one arm and gave Eddie a vague little ta da.

He didn’t say anything - couldn’t say anything as he stared at you. It took every fiber of his being to remain objective and not let his more animal part of his brain take over. You interpreted his silence to mean it was terrible and that he’d never seen anything worse. You scrambled to try and put on your coat again, but he put his hand on your arm and shook his head, “Eddie?”

“That’s…umm. Wow. That’s a mighty sexy Halloween costume,” he finally spoke and his voice sounded so strained. You bit your lip and looked at him with big doe eyes; you were going to be the death of him, “sweetheart, I thought…this wasn’t what you wanted?”

“It wasn’t initially what I wanted but then I couldn’t find anything else and then I just sorta settled on…this,” you gestured vaguely at yourself, keenly aware of how much the Princess Leia bikini costume revealed - it left very little to the imagination, “umm, is it that bad?”

“N-no,” he swallowed the thick lump in his throat, “fuck no. You look amazing.”

And oh. That wasn’t what you had been expecting at all. Eddie wasn’t sure if he was really going to say that to you, but he didn’t feel like holding back either. Maybe now was the time - the time to tell you how he’d felt about you for so long now.

“Really?” you sounded much too sweet and demure for someone looking so ridiculously sexy. He nodded so vigorously that his chocolatey curls were bouncing around, “it’s not…stupid?”

“Not at all,” his hands settled on your forearms as he looked around. There was something that came over him that caused him to feel partially possessive of you, “listen I…fuck. You look so good and I know what all those guys are going to be thinking. Because…honestly? I’m thinking the same thing.”

“What do you…oh,” your entire body felt like it was on fire from his intense gaze. You weren’t exactly sure what response you had been expecting from him, but this wasn’t what you had imagined. It felt so…invigorating and thrilling, “you think it…I look good?”

“Angel, you always look good - better than good. But this is…a whole level,” you swore his eyes got darker as he leaned in closer, his cologne washing over you, “never thought my little bookworm would look like this.”

“Me neither,” you weren’t sure if you were reading the situation right, or just dreaming that it was going the way it was, but you were definitely feeling a type of way, “I guess we should go back to everyone.”

“Hmm? Oh,” he silently cursed the fact that you were at a party. He wanted you all to himself and he didn’t care that it was selfish, “yeah. I guess we should.”

“It’ll be fun,” you nudged his arm with a small smile, “c’mon, let’s go and get those drinks.”

You were still feeling self-conscious but Eddie’s reaction gave you a little bit of a much needed confidence boost. He trailed closely behind you as you made your way back to the bar; he could see the way heads turned in your direction, eagerly looking you up and down.

“Let’s just get this over with,” he huffed under his breath, glaring down anyone who looked at you for too long.

He didn’t even care if it made him look like an asshole. You were his and tonight he was going to make sure you and everyone else knew that.

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The party seemed to drag on and on, and Eddie knew that he was probably getting more sour by the minute. He kept an eye on you as you went out and danced with Robin and Nancy, his conversation with the guys half-hearted as he kept zoning out of the conversation. As it grew later into the evening, Eddie had had enough.

“Sweetheart,” he found you at a table with Nancy and Robin and a few other girls that you’d befriended. He leaned in so only you could hear, “do you want to go? It’s getting late. We could-”

“Yes!” you turned to him eagerly, already waving goodbye to your friends as Eddie shot them an apologetic look. Robin and Nancy weren’t bothered, they were more than supportive of what was going on.

“Do you want me to take you home?” The cool night breeze was a welcome change from the stuffiness of the club. He offered you your coat back and you slipped back into it, causing him to breathe a sigh of relief.

“Can we go to yours instead?” and why would Eddie ever deny you? You looped your arm through his and leaned in close as you walked to the van, “maybe we can watch a scary movie or something. I just…I wanna hang out with you.”

“Of course,” he gave you a gentle squeeze as he opened the door to the van and helped you in. He would have done anything for you - anything you asked of him, “to Casa Munson we go!”

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"Eddie?" The two of you were sitting criss cross applesauce on the living room floor, a big bowl of popcorn between your bodies and some random slasher playing on the television. He shoved his handful of popcorn into his mouth and motioned for you to go on. You were both still in costumes and he was struggling not to keep stealing glances at you, "can I ask you something?"

"Ofcourseanything," he mumbled through his mouth of popcorn. He swallowed it down before nodding and clearing his throat, "yeah."

"Would you have sex with me?"

Eddie choked on air as soon as he heard your question, coughing violently as he tried to figure out if you had seriously asked him that. Your own face turned so warm you were sure you could fry an egg on it.

“I just…I meant like if you didn’t know me or if you like had any more feelings than just friends feelings,” you were quickly trying to backtrack and reiterate your question. You almost wished that you hadn’t said anything at all, “like would you have sex with me if you saw me like this?”

“I…” Eddie’s brain was short circuiting as he tried not to imagine all the ways and scenarios in which he would very much like to have sex with you. The question now was how would he tell you that yes, he would very much have sex with you without weirding you out or ruining everything. That or he could just…he could tell you how he truly felt.

“You know what, nevermind,” you were ready to stand up and run out. You’d run home if you had to - anything to avoid more of this situation, “forget I asked. I just…yeah. Sorry, Eddie. Can we just pretend that nothing happened?”

“Yes,” he said suddenly just as you were sure you were going to die of embarrassment.

“Umm…yes to what? Yes to ignoring that this happened or -”

“Yes, I would have sex with you,” you froze, eyes almost comically wide as you stared at him. Eddie’s entire face and neck were turning to a violent shade of crimson, “I-I respectfully of course.”

“You would?” you sounded so sweet and innocent despite not even trying to, “really?”

“Yes,” he nodded fervently as you relaxed, leaning in closer to him. If it had been almost any other man you would have felt uncomfortable but never with Eddie. He’d never once made you feel anything by safe and happy and…loved. A nervous laugh escaped the boy as he scooted closer, your hands almost brushing, “I don’t just want…it wouldn’t just be sex. It’s about so much more than that. Because I…it’s never just been that. I feel…very strongly for you.”

“Eddie?” your entire body felt like it was vibrating with energy as your heart pounded in your ribcage. You were surprised it didn’t burst through your ribcage with how hard it was going. Was he seriously saying what you thought he was? Was there actually a chance that Eddie Munson felt the same the way about you that you felt about him? You leaned in so your face was closer to his, voice dropping low, “what do you mean? Tell me…please.”

"Sweetheart…fuck. I've thought about this so many times in the past. Pictured this exact moment so many times…but you're not usually in a Princess Leia costume," his little quip caused both of you to laugh softly, "I adore you. I have for so long now and I love everything about you and who you are and…I'm in love with you."

Oh. Oh. You hadn’t been expecting to hear that. Maybe you had, deep down, always known how Eddie truly felt. But hearing him verbalize it was on a whole other level. When you didn’t say anything in response, Eddie feared that he had said the entirely wrong thing.

But then you looked at him with nothing short of heart eyes, smiling softly. That was definitely one of his favorite sights in the entire world. He hoped he'd get to see it every day for the rest of his lifetime.

"I've pictured this moment too, so many times," you moved your hand closer, letting your pinky brush against his, "and it didn't involve you as a vampire. Usually though, in these scenarios I'm one that says it first. I adore you beyond words, Eddie."

He brought his hand to gently rest on yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. You looked down at your hands and couldn't keep the beaming grin off your face. This evening had definitely taken a turn that you weren't expecting.

"Does that mean what I think it means?" His face was close to yours and you studied him. He really was pretty with those soft brown eyes and pink lips and the faint freckles that dotted along his cheeks and nose. You nodded once before reaching up and touching his face with your free hand, stroking your thumb over his cheek.

"I'm in love with you, Eddie."

He let out an incredulous little sigh as his eyes quickly shifted down to your lips. Your tummy was fluttering with butterflies by now, "may I kiss you?"

"I hope so," with Eddie there were no nerves, only sheer excitement, "we've waited long enough for this."

That was all he needed before he closed the small bit of remaining distance and pressed his lips to yours. You couldn't help the small sigh that escaped your lips as you leaned into him, wanting every bit of him. As he continued to kiss you, you crawled into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Eddie was pretty sure he was in heaven as his hands settled on the soft, warm skin of your hips. There was no learning curve with him, it just all felt right and natural, like the two of you had been doing it forever.

He kissed you dizzy and neither of you pulled away until you were breathless. He pressed his forehead to yours and took your face tenderly in his hands.

"This is better than I ever imagined," he confessed sheepishly. You could feel that he was getting hard as you rocked yourself against him, "fuck, sweetheart."

"Don't stop," you whispered, leaning in to kiss him again, "don't ever stop kissing me."

"Sweetheart," he was breathing hard, his entire world being rocked by you, "if we keep going I'm not sure I'll be able to stop. And I don't want to push you or make you do anything you don't want to."

"I want this," you were kissing along his jaw and neck, finally marking what had always been yours, "I want you. And not just now, but always."

"O-okay," he was having a hard time not losing it and cumming in his pants like a teenager at the feeling of your lips and hands all over his skin, "me too."

"I love you, Eddie," you stopped and softly kissed his lips, "so much."

"I love you too, angel," he nudged his nose against yours, "happy Halloween."

"Eddie," your laugh was like magic. You both knew you'd remember this day and this Halloween for the rest of your lives, "happy Halloween, love."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson one shot #joseph quinn #st #spooky season time!

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harryscherrypie · 1 year

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Restless

Harry styles x reader

summary - you are restless, good thing Harry has a solution

wordcount - 0,6k; she's short

warnings - smut(cockwarming), disgusting fluff

a/n - lil sumthing sumething smutty for you guys, hope you enjoy it even if it's so short.

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You felt restless.

You were sprawled on Harry, his arms wrapped around your frame, tugging you impossibly closer. This wasn’t enough.

Wrapping your arms tighter around his midsection, you scooched up him, burying your face into the crook of his neck, and breathing in his scent. Harry shifted under your form, squeezing the backs of your thighs.

“What’s wrong?” He rasped into your ear, making wetness pool in your underwear.

“You’re not close enough,” you whined trying to snuggle closer.

“Love, I don’t think I could possibly be closer than I am now,” he mused. You frowned as you wiggled on top of him, trying to find a better position.

“You don’t understand, I want to crawl into your skin and be that close, but I obviously can't do that, so this is the next best thing,” you grumbled.

“That was cutely violent,” he chuckled.

Finally, you found a nice position, but of course, Harry had to get an itch in his lower back and ruin it.

“Don’t pout,” he warned.

“M’not pouting, I don’t know what you are talking about,” you grumbled back.

“Be good for me and settle down,” he asked.

You could try, just because he asked nicely.

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Well, at least you tried. No matter how much you tried, nothing you did to soothe yourself worked. You could feel Harry’s annoyance with you growing, but you couldn’t help it. When you changed your position atop of him for a millionth time in what was a minute, you sponged a few kisses against his jawline.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s going on.” you frowned sadly. “I just feel empty,” you explained.

“It’s okay baby, I shouldn’t get annoyed,” he sighed, accepting your apology with ease.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“You feel empty huh?” He smirked, a thought clearly brewing in his mind.

“Oh god, what are you thinking about?” You chuckled lowly.

“What if I like just slipped inside of you, would you let me?” He rasped into your ear. You nodded vigorously, very much liking his suggestion.

You peeled off your leggings and wet panties with Harry following you, chucking his shorts and underwear somewhere on the floor.

“C’mere,” he beckoned you to lay on top of him and you complied. He pumped himself a few times with one hand, as the fingers of his other hand slipped between your folds, feeling your wetness.

“So wet for me, this is what was wrong, you just wanted my cock,” he teased. You nodded, biting your lip, as you waited for him to slip inside of you.

“Alright baby, get comfortable,” he requested. You were already pretty comfortable, so you only spread your legs even more.

You felt the tip of his cock tap your clit lightly, making you squirm before he gently pushed into you.

You breathed out a sigh of relief.

The closeness you desperately craved was finally at the tips of your fingers. You relished in the way Harry’s breathing quickened as he completely pressed into you until his hips slotted against your own.

“I love you s’much,” Harry slurred as he stilled his hips, before he grabbed the tv remote, and started the episode you were watching again.

“Be good for me and watch the whole episode with me without squirming, and if you do well, I will let you come,”

“I love you too,” you sighed dreamily as you settled against his chest, eyes already filling with sleep.

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Ahhhh, we are so very close to 1000 followers, so be ready, when we hit it I have a smutty one-shot written for that occasion.

Take care <3

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creepling · 1 year

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The “make it Quick” fic was SO GOOD I need more! If that’s okay?

I love the idea of him being so mean, name calling, hair pulling, choking, slapping and manhandling reader. Just aggressive Dom leon addressing reader as his little slut or whore, I drool 🤤

on edge - leon s. kennedy | <1k

a/n: thanks anon!! i'm glad you liked it. dom!leon just never leaves my mind, i just want him to bully me :^) but i hope you like this, i kinda rushed it so i hope it's ok ://

tags: MINORS DNI, smut with no plot, dom!leon, fem!reader, degrading, rough missionary, use of 'slut' and 'whore', bratty reader, swearing, choking, slapping, rough.

“You better get your shit together. I ain’t done with you,” Leon demanded, lifting you from the floor.

Your knees ached from kneeling, drool pooling in your mouth, half agape as it was just getting used to Leon’s cock. Leon smirked at your dumbfounded expression, squeezing your cheeks and pouring his stare into your distant eyes.

“You okay there?” He teased, “Does the slut need a break?”

You chuckled weakly, your eyes staring back at him with determination. Your underwear grew wet from your arousal. You could feel it drip down your legs. With Leon’s firm hold on your face, you shook your head. “We’re just getting started,” You challenged.

Leon’s smirk widened. His hardened cock twitched. “You’re right about that,”

Taking you by surprise, Leon gripped your arm and threw you onto the bed. You landed on your back, instinctively opening your legs and introducing him to your wet pussy, pushing your thong to one side. The teasing got to Leon. He slides his top off and kicks his trousers to the ground. The sight of him was godly, sweat glistening on his biceps, his strong hand stroking the cock you desperately wanted inside you.

“That’s it, lay there like the fucking whore you are,” Leon retorted. You knew exactly how to drive him wild—doing anything to set him over the edge and give him reason to punish you.

“Just hurry up and fuck me,” You pleaded, witnessing Leon’s eyes darken.

You squealed in anticipation as Leon looped his arms under your legs and pulled you towards him, the tip of his neck stroking against your entrance. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist, giving his hands access to your throat, where his fingers lightly wrapped around.

“Poor lil’ slut, always begging for me,” He harped, his hot breath fogging over your face. He thrusts, and his cock enters, your pussy tightening around him. Even after plenty of fuck sessions, you can never get used to his length. You let out a hitched breath, transitioning into an airy moan.

“Come on, baby. You can take me. Ffckk, that’s it – you fucking slut,” Leon groaned, pumping his cock in and out. His fingers trailed to your neck’s pressure point, gently squeezing it. “You like it when I choke you like this, hm?”

Your hands gripped his forearms, hips grinding upwards to his thrusts, begging him to go deeper with your body language. “H-Harder, Leon,” You managed to say, “go harder . . .”

At your request, Leon buried his cock deeper inside your pussy. “My pleasure,” He chuckled, “anything for my stupid little slut.”

Overstimulated, short outbursts of moans left your mouth; open in shock at the pleasure taking over your body. You never wanted this to stop.

“God, look at you – getting fucked dumb,” Leon picked up the pace of his thrusts. Your eyes are half-lidded, consumed by arousal. Your arms fell to your sides, all strength leaving your body as you submitted.

Leon took his hand and lightly smacked your cheek, breaking you back into consciousness. “Look at me,” He demanded, “keep your eyes on me – fuckkk.”

“Oh my god,” the feeling of him slapping you lingering and begging for more. “Harder – aah – smack me harder!”

Leon slapped you harder this time, the pain mixing with the pleasure. “You like this? Jesus, you’re so fucked up,” he teased. His hand gripped your hair, pulling your head forward, your eyes glued to his cock pumping in and out of your tight hole.

“This is what a whore like you deserves – mmm – getting fucked like this,” He muttered. He took your thighs and pressed them down to your body, his cock deeper inside you with your pussy on full display. “Bet you like this? Getting fucked so good? – Aah – you drive me crazy. Stupid fucking slut.”

Leon's thrusts were uncontrollable as he bullied you with his words. He did not stop as you begged him to go faster.

“Yes, I’m your stupid slut,” you whimpered, “keep fucking me – keep fucking me like that – mmph!”

“Good girl,” Leon purred, your whimpers music to his ears. “You take my cock so well,”

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #resident evil 4 #re4 #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy drabbles #creepling.brainrot

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prettyyktskii · 7 months

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𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄

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TW/CW :: brief mention of denki x reader, swearing, angst, mention of alcohol, mention of nsfw, nsfw, acting like stuck up lil bitches lmao, rough, degradation, oral ( receiving), choking

this is another one from one of my wattpad books, so proceed with caution and know that this is a SPOILER! i am also open to requests tho :)

NSFW UNDER THE CUT.

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i groan, tumbling out of bed and putting my hair up lazily. my head is throbbing from the alcohol i had consumed the night before, and i can barely stand because- well, you know.

the smell of breakfast cooking lightens my mood a bit and i remind myself to thank momo. i guess she had let more than myself sleep here.

i can feel eyes staring holes into me as my shaky legs slowly wobble me down the stairs and into the kitchen, all the while still wearing denki's shirt.

i lift my gaze from the floor to see a familiar pair of red eyes shooting daggers at me. wow, i didn't realize bakugou was even there last night.

i spot denki sitting at the island in the middle of the room with no shirt, not helping the situation at all. sure, it was kind of on me for taking his shirt, but he offered!

no words are spoken as i sit down on one of the stools, waiting for the food to be plated. i decide to break the tension. "thanks, momo. you didn't have to let us all crash here."

momo turns to smile at me for a moment, "no worries!" she's quick to continue her task of plating the food for everybody. "looks like you needed it." she winks at me and my face flushes.

okay, so that basically meant everyone could tell that something happened with me and denki last night. oh god.

holy shit, i feel even worse now about doing that is someone else's house. what was i thinking?

whatever. hah, it was worth it.

"don't worry about it, y/n!" mina chirps after seeing the look on my face. "at least you didn't do it while the whole house was trying to sleep, right?" she adds with a wink.

my face flushes in embarrassment as momo places a plate in front of me. i don't give myself time to thank her as i quickly shovel a bite of food in my mouth, hoping to somehow hide my flustered state.

a loud bang is heard causing me to almost choke, turning my head with the rest of the group to see bakugou with his fists on the counter. he looks panicked for a brief moment before gathering himself, spitting out. "are you gonna give me my damn food?!"

what the hell was that?

i scoff at his behavior, scarfing down my food so i don't have to be a part of this damn conversation any more.

i get up to place my dish in the sink, mumbling to kaminari as i pass him. "denki, could you please drive me back to the dorms?"

he nods with a small smile, about to say something as he's rudely interrupted by everyone yelling out in unison,

"i heard that!"

. 💥

i'm laying down in my dorm, denki only having dropped me off about ten minutes ago. aw damn, i was still wearing his shirt. oh well.

i sigh, leaning back into my pillows, letting my body relax. it seems to have been a while since i've actually been able to relax. since it was saturday, i might as well just rest. god, i guess this ended up working perfectly. i smile lightly.

just then there's a loud knock on my door and i groan out. "damn it." my legs stretch off of my bed, making their way to the door slowly. i swear to god if it's just denki asking for his fucking shirt back-

i cut my own thoughts off as i open the door. in a matter of seconds i've been shoved out of the way, the door slamming behind the two of us. "dumbass." bakugou grumbles as he strides further into the room. "you slept with dunce face?"

and there it goes, my face turns bright red again, but i quickly collect myself. "don't call me a dumbass," i scold him. "and it's none of your damn business!"

"i'll call you whatever the fuck i want!" bakugou shouts at me, clearly not giving two shits about my opinion. "just answer the damn question!"

i roll my eyes. "no, dumbass!"

"don't call me a dumbass!" he yells angrily. god. fucking hypocrite.

"so you can call me a dumbass, but when i say it you're gonna get all pissy?" i scoff at his immaturity.

he grips at his hair, wishing he could just rip it all out. he was getting more and more ticked off as the time went by, but i didn't give a fuck. he lived to make me frustrated, so i guess it was just karma. "just tell me if you fucking slept with him!" he orders, little sparks flying out of his hands almost as a threat.

i groan in irritation, fed up with him. "okay, fucking fine! yes, i slept with him, damn it!" throwing my hands into the air, the room goes quiet for just a moment, my head feeling relief.

"fucking dumbass," he growls, breaking the silence. "why the hell would you do that?"

i laugh at him sarcastically, feeling like i'm losing my mind. "oh, i don't know- maybe because i fucking wanted to?!"

"what? so you're a whore now?"

i look at him in shock. what the fuck is wrong with him? does he even think before he speaks? "excuse me?"

he's completely unfazed by my words obviously, taking a step forward. "clearly you're just sleeping with any guy now, right? such a whore."

my face contorts into a look i can't even place myself, looking at bakugou with disbelief in my eyes. he just laughs, taking another step towards me. "never even fucked me." he scoffs. "what? you like denki more than me now?"

i feel my confidence draining quickly, but fight a response anyway. "yes. you're an asshole."

my words only flare his anger up more, taking one final step right up to me. he grips onto the back of neck harshly, closing the gap between us and kissing me roughly. i can't help but kiss back, god, as much as i didn't want to.

was i really going to give in that easily? was i really just gonna let it slide, after weeks of him being a complete jerk to me? just because it's what the thing in between my legs wanted? god, maybe i am a whore.

he roughly pushes me onto the bed, following suit. "i'm really pissed off you let dunce face fuck you before i did." he snaps, tugging my underwear off quickly.

"i can have sex with whoever i want." i bite back.

"bullshit," he growls, "take his fucking shirt off. can't believe you're still wearing it."

i roll my eyes, reluctantly pulling the shirt over my head. something is immediately thrown into my lap and i look up, seeing that now bakugou had no shirt. i then look to my lap, bakugou's shirt. "tsch, dumbass." i mumble, throwing the shirt on anyway.

"the fuck did i say about calling me dumbass?" i can tell he's not actually that mad about it, but i scoff and roll my eyes anyway. i don't know if i've ever been more irritated.

i'm about to retort when he suddenly presses his tongue flat against my clit, making me gasp in shock. the sudden jolt of pleasure making my hips buck, though bakugou places his arm over my hips, holding me in place. he chuckles lightly at my reaction, the vibrations making my eyes roll back. "bakugou, i-"

"shut up." the sound of his voice sends vibrations through me again, making me whine in protest. i just want him to fucking touch me, and he won't even let me speak.

yea, no. fuck that. "how-"

i start to speak again when his tongue presses against my entrance without warning. he's quickly lapping up by wetness, his tongue flicking my clit rather aggressively, ripping a moan out of me. "i said shut up."

he then pulls away from me, confusing the hell out of me. "what the fuck was that for?" i groan in frustration.

he just smirks at me, almost laughing a little. "you didn't actually think i was going to let you cum like that? especially after what you did." he's pulling his belt off while he speaks.

seriously? what a fucking tease. why the hell would he do that?

i can't help but pick up on the words 'especially after what you did.' i guess denki was right. he was pretty pissed off about it. i can't fight back the small smile playing on my lips as the words come out of my mouth. "you know, denki said you'd be pissed- but i didn't believe him."

bakugou scoffs, fully aware i'm just trying to piss him off. "you're really gonna keep talking about that fucking extra?" he snaps, pressing his crotch onto mine, making me let out a gasp.

i try to wriggle around, desperate for him to just go inside of me, but he just raises his body slightly from it's previous position. "you're not that fucking desperate, are you?" he smirks at me.

god, no. of course not! i'm mad at him, right? he's been a bitch to me for weeks! why was i doing this? i'm not desperate, right? i can't believe i'me letting this happen. what am i thinking?

bakugou uses my silent moment of thinking against me, pushing in all at once as i'm distracted, causing me to let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a yelp. "ah- what the hell?!" i groan.

he begins to pound into me, wasting no time to fuck me mercilessly. my head feels like it's spinning as i cry out, eyes shutting tightly. not a moment later there's a hand wrapped around my throat, my eyes shooting open. "open your eyes damn it." he grunts out, and i try to force my eyes not to squeeze shut.

he groans, fucking me deeper and making me moan out. his free hand threads in my hair, his elbow supporting his weight on the bed as he attacks my lips with his own. the angle he thrusts into me makes me let out a moan, his tongue slipping into my mouth.

he disconnects us when he feels me clench around him. "gonna cum already? slut." he laughs a little when i let out a whine at his words, a similar sound coming from him moments later.

his hands lift from their previous positions, grabbing onto my thighs as my legs instinctively begin to try to close. "god, s-shut up." i breathe, not really wanting him to but feeling the need to retaliate.

he scoffs at me, his hand moving slightly to rub my clit as quickly as he can. tears prick at the corner of my eyes at the overwhelming feeling, and i can feel myself chi clench around him again. he lets out a groan at this. "ah- that's it, cum for me."

i feel myself release, his harsh thrusts stopping as he cums inside me, the fingers on my clit still moving lightly until he finishes with a grunt, pulling out of me carefully.

"asshole." i mumble out as he rolls over next to me, while i turn over onto my side, body shaking slightly.

"really?" he scoffs, though his arm snakes it's way around my waist as he also turns over. my face flushes a little at this, both of now in silence as we breathe heavily.

my eyes flutter closed, drifting off into a surprisingly peaceful slumber. though, i can't help but wonder.

why?

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carlsdarling · 8 months

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Girl i have n ideea. Imagine reader with those african braids and carl helping them get the braids out, and carl just finds the reader very hot, a lil bit later some smut and after care, like sjhsnsksjskaka, it will be very cute!💜💜

Getting br[laid]ed

Carl helps Y/N getting rid of her braids... Bit of a plot, then sex. Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw, unprotected sex

The little braids in your hair were annoying you. You wished you hadn't let Jessie talk you into braiding your hair at the temples with lots of little colored beads into a cornrow-like hairstyle at Thanksgiving. You had only liked it for the first few days; then you thought it was childish, and now - a few weeks later - the beads had grown out quite a bit, too, and it looked odd.

You had stopped by Jessie's to have her undo the braids, but she hadn't been home, so you scowled and turned back around when Carl approached you. "Have you been to Ron's? I'm on my way to see him now, too," he said.

"There's no one home," you said tersely.

Carl regarded you inquiringly. "What's the matter?" he wondered. "You look upset."

"Oh, it's nothing," you replied. "I just wanted Jessie to help me get rid of these stupid beads and braids," you grumbled, "I can't do it alone."

"Well, I can help you," Carl offered. "It can't be that difficult," he said optimistically.

"Really?"

"Yes. Come with me," he urged you, and just walked ahead to his house. Once there, you went up to Carl's room. He gestured for you to sit on the floor in front of his bed, and took a seat on the bed himself. "Let's see," he said indecisively, fingering the strands of your hair.

It was plucking. "Ow," you complained.

"Sorry," Carl muttered. "The beads are pretty tight." He gently loosened them, one by one, and tugged at the braids. Bushy and wavy, your hair stood out from your head, and Carl had to laugh.

"What's so funny?" you asked, miffed.

"Look in the mirror," Carl snorted when he had removed all the braids. You stood up and walked over to his closet where a mirror hung.

"Oh my God," you looked at your reflection in horror. "I look like an exploded broom!" Hastily, you sought out the bathroom, where you smoothed your curly locks with water before returning to Carl. To your surprise, he had switched on the TV and lay down on the bed; he propped himself up on his elbow, turned on his side, and gazed at you. Not for the first time, you noticed how attractive he was. His shiny hair fell messily into his forehead. "What are you doing?" you asked in wonder. "Are you tired?"

"No, I just...I thought we could chill a little more. It started raining anyway." He tapped the spot next to him.

Hesitantly, you approached the bed and lay down next to him. "What's that?" you pointed to the TV, where someone had just been chased through a house full of wax figures and then was doused with hot wax.

"House of Wax," Carl answered, but he was looking blankly at you. His face was very close to yours, and before you could think about it, he kissed you softly on the lips, then pulled back and looked at you, waiting. You were completely perplexed. "I'm sorry, Y/N," Carl apologized, embarrassed. "I've wanted to do this for a long time, and I thought you'd like it too, so..." That's as far as he got, because you had closed his mouth with yours. Carl's lips were soft and rough at the same time, and you kissed tenderly at first, then more and more intensely. Carl's hands had found their way under your top, and you didn't object when he unhooked your bra and carefully began to stimulate your breasts. You inhaled sharply as he turned his attention to your nipples and they immediately became rock hard under his caresses. "Do you like that?" assured Carl hesitantly.

"Yes," you gasped, "Carl, go on." You clung to him as he continued to fondle your breasts, allowing him to undress you. You shivered in the cold air, and Carl flipped back the covers after also removing his shirt and tossing it next to the bed. You two crawled under the covers and continued, the atmosphere heating up more and more.

"Should we take off all our clothes?" whispered Carl, as you were already fiddling with his belt. You just nodded, burying your face in the crook of his neck. He smelled so delicious. You giggled as you finally lay together naked, groping insecurely for Carl's cock. It was bigger than you had suspected, and touching it caused you to moan involuntarily and get wet between your legs. You were amazed at how quickly your body was reacting to Carl's touch and his pure presence. Carl grabbed your hand and moved it up and down faster and harder, sighing lustfully. At the same time, he let his other hand move between your legs. You spread your thighs as he began to finger you, screaming out. "You're all wet," Carl whispered in fascination, finding your most sensitive spot, turning you into a whimpering, begging mess.

"Do you have condoms?" you stammered eagerly. You could no longer form a coherent thought, your whole being, thinking and feeling was focused on Carl and what you were doing with each other.

"No," Carl said contritely. "I can pull out, but if it's not safe enough for you, we can..."

"I want to, Carl," you said breathlessly. At that moment, you didn't care whether he pulled out or not, or whether you got pregnant or not. All you wanted was Carl. You were helpless against your desire, rolling onto your back and pulling Carl on top of you. You were so wet and Carl was so hard that his dick slid effortlessly inside you.

"Fuck, princess, I won't last long," Carl moaned, making short, quick thrusts. It took him no more than a minute to tense up completely. "I'm cumming," he announced and tried to pull out, but you held him tight.

"Do it inside," you pleaded, "Please, Carl. I don't care. Do it inside."

Carl closed his eyes, arched his back, and pumped with firm, deep thrusts. His cum was hot and plenty, and as you felt him squirting into you, your own orgasm came over you like a shockwave. Gasping for air, the two of you lay still.

Carl had his eye tightly closed, and soon his breathing rate revealed that he had fallen asleep. You were looking at his sweet face and stroking through his long brown hair when an idea came to you. You suppressed a giggle as you braided Carl's hair into many little braids.

Tags: @loveforcarl @knochentrocken0808

#the walking dead #twd #carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes #carl fanfiction #carl grimes imagines #carl grimes smut

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cambion-companion · 1 year

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that drunk fic was beautiful 😂

now I just wish for Y/n who was Aegon's bff, frat boy Aegon and his buddy who always got into the worst of trouble and were a riot to watch at bars, strip clubs/or tavern and whorehouse, they were always around and somehow Aemond grew up and got engaged to them.

he's always in a state of between 'the love of my life, my dear heart' and 'oh gods there's two of them'

Aegon: *face down at breakfast beside his plate of eggs, groaning loudly*

Y/n, still a little drunk and nursing a goblet of dragon-scale coffee while Haelena (who loves them) tells them about her spider: "hell yeah"

Aemond: "I can't not marry them."

haha thank you so much, I am so glad I have wonderful people gracing my inbox with their brilliance. I wrote a lil blurb of the morning after the "worm" incident with hungover Aegon and reader hehe

"Aegon, you have scrambled egg on your face." Aemond's voice, soft and low as it was, grated against every aching part of your brain.

"mmmpfth." Aegon answered, making little effort to clean himself, instead choosing to remain with his cheek pressed to his full breakfast plate.

"Articulate."

"Stop talking, Aemond."

You took a cue from Aegon and laid your throbbing forehead against the cool wood of the table, luckily it was just the three of you at breakfast that morning. You shut your tired eyes against the crisp dawn light.

"I am surrounded by drunkards, it seems."

"Stop talking, Aemond!" You and Aegon spoke together, your groans of pain harmonizing in the dining hall.

"And churls." Aemond huffed, you heard his chair scrape the stone floor as he rose, making no effort to be quieter.

Footsteps approached where you sat with your head against the table. You sighed in relief, feeling long fingers begin caressing your scalp. The clink of a cup being set beside you caused you to sit up, Aemond still massaging your head.

"A special concoction to help with the hangover." Aemond said softly, giving your scalp a few more strokes before moving over to where you could see Aegon still laying in his food.

"Drink this, brother! Helaena made it, she's become quite adept at the crafting of such potions being married to your sorry personage."

Aemond made no effort to be gentle with Aegon, practically slamming the cup of hot dark liquid onto the table next to Aegon's puffy face, bending over to speak loudly into his ear.

"Fuck you." Aegon complained, nevertheless he sat up enough to drain the mug.

"Hmm. Next time, you will stop refilling my wife's wine goblet the first time I ask, or I will do much worse."

#aemond x reader #aemond fanfic #aemond x you #aemond x y/n #aemond imagine #aemond oneshot #aemond drabble #prince aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond fluff #aemond stannies #hotd aemond x reader #aemond targaryen drabble #aegon ii fanfic #aemond one eye x reader #aemond fanfiction

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claire-elvisgirl · 3 months

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MY LITTLE DRUNK BABY

Summary: You come back from a party after too many drinks. Elvis has to deal with you

Warnings: Elvis x Drunken reader, fluff

Word cunt: 785

Another drink. You were not used to drink so much, but that night you were going to cross the line…and you knew it from the start. After a while you felt a sudden slumber over you and you realised it was time to go home. As you got up from the chair you began to wobble around the room. One of your friends grabbed you and made you stand properly: “God y/n, I think you better go and take a nap…let me drive you home!”

The guy walked you out to his car and he made you sit inside. As soon as you sat, your eyes closed for a bit. You could only feel the sound of the engine and then the wheels began to move, as he took you home. After a while, he left you right on your doorstep, wishing you a good night. You looked for your keys and you opened the door. As soon as you got in the house, you tried to move around in silence, as you didn’t want to wake Elvis up. He heard you anyway and he came to see how you were doing. He entered the living room and he found you lying on the couch: “Damn it Y/n…are ya…drunk?!”

You looked at him with a sleepy smile: “No…well…maybe a little…” you laughed “…that birthday party was a hell of a night!”

“Jesus…maybe a lil’ more than a little…” he sighed upset.

“Oh c’mon…I’m okay…” you answered without losing your smile. He looked at you, disappointed: “No baby…you’re not okay, you’re a mess…look at ya!”

“Am I?” you kept laughing. You tried to stand up, but you fell on the couch again: “Yeah…I guess I’m really a mess…”

He got you up off the couch, one arm going around your waist and the other steadying you against him, pulling you close to him to avoid you to fall: “C’mon…I’ll take your cute lil’ ass to bed!”

“I’m sorry El…” you mumbled.

“Don’t be sorry hun’…” He picked you up, he carried you to the bedroom and he set you down gently on the bed: “Just get some sleep now!” he said, putting his hand on your forehead and pushing you down. Then he covered you with the blanket and he headed for the door.

“Wait!” you called on him.

“What!?” he stopped and he turned around to you.

“Would you help me put on my pajama?” you asked him with puppy eyes.

He blushed a little and he smiled: “Aw babe…that’s one of the sweetest requests I’ve ever had, but…aren’t ya gonna do anything silly!?” he asked smiling, starting to unbutton your shirt. He slid your shirt off your shoulders, gently kissing your collarbone, working his way to your neck.

“Lift your arms…” he whispered, slipping the shirt off and dropping it on the floor “I’ve always liked ya better without something on, ya know!?”

You smiled: “Aaww…thank you…”

He kissed you again and he got off the bed: “Now get rid of them pants darlin’” he whispered sliding down your zip and moving your jeans down your legs. You tried to stand up to take your pants off, but you fell on the bed again: “Oh my God…I’m really a mess…”

He laughed sweetly, he grabbed the jeans and he helped you out of them. You giggled a little, feeling his hands moving on your body. He slipped the pajama on you, like he was helping a little girl and he whispered sweet things in your ear at the same time: “Now just lay back darlin’ and lemme take care of ya!”

“What would I do without you?” you asked.

He replied as he lay down beside you, holding you close to him: “I dunno, but I gotta admit, I like it when ya need me…”

You embraced your pillow as he caressed your back. He pulled you closer and he nuzzled his face into your neck: “I ain’t never gonna let anyone hurt ya…just stay right here in my arms…” he cuddled you up and he squeezed you in a loving embrace, gently stroking your hair.

“I’m sorry I drank so much…”

He rubbed your hand: “It’s alright…I don’t mind takin’ care of ya!”

“Thank you, you’re too much…I’m so lucky to have you…” you smiled.

“Don’t thank me darlin’…ya deserve all of this…” he kissed you again and you kissed him back. The kisses lead to more kisses, as he trailed kisses all down your neck. His hands roamed freely over your body, as he ran his fingers up and down. Then he gently kissed your forehead “Night baby…I love ya”

You closed your eyes and you gently fell asleep in his arms.

#elvis presley #elvis the king #70s elvis #this man will be the death of me #elvis fans #60s elvis #50s elvis #elvis fanfiction #elvis fanfic #big daddy elvis

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ellelunesmallstories · 6 months

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Golden Boy • Gojo x Reader

I sat right in front of him with the table between us. Shoko on my left and Nanami on my right side. Geto and Yuki with Gojo seating in between. Even sat on the floor that man had manspread his god forsaken legs and occupy all the space he could.

" So tell me Gojo, who would you marry of all the people in the room? " Shoko asked.

We were all a couple of cups of sake down after a meal just having friendly convos when it turned into a game of truth or dare.

His blue eyes looked at me in between his white fringe that had overgrown just a lil two much this past week.

" Definitely, Megan. " He said with a smirk without taking his direct gaze from me.

He knew, the cocky bastard knew I was madly in love with him and still likes to play games with me.

" Now, truth or dare? " He asks as he points his sake cup at me before taking it all in a gulp.

" Truth. " I say as I look him in the eyes and a smirk plays on his lips.

" Who would you fuck of all the people in this room? " He asks with a cocky smile.

Two can play this game, gojo.

" Nanami. " I afirm confidently. " At least I know he can use his fingers right "

I look at Nanami all red and wink at him before looking back at gojo with a mischievous look as I take a gulp of my sake glass.

" Well I know I can move them faster. " Gojo said confidently as he layed his hands behind his head and leaned back.

" Faster does not equal efficiency. " I affirm with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

Gojo stands there his mouth agap without knowing what to say. Did I finally overpassed the man that has an answer to everything?

" You actually managed to shut him up? " Geto claims surprised with a laugh. "Amazing."

Gojo raises his eyebrows and points his finger at me. His lips part but no words escape his mouth.

" Oh my god! He really is speachless !! " Shoko affirms between laughs while covering her mouth.

I laugh along side shoko and Geto as we all three click our glasses together before drink another shot of sake.

I maintain eye contact with gojo, seeing his eyebrows furrow in a confused expression that quickly turn into a mischievous one as i wink my eye at him.

" You, me, outside, now! " Gojo claims as he gets up and quickly leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

" Oh no, someone is in trouble!! " Geto afirms with a laugh as he serves sake to the rest of the people in the room.

" Shut up. " I affirm as i get up from my seat.

I feel butterflies start to emerge from my stomach as i open the door to the outside garden and close it behind me.

I feel the cold air hit my face and going through my clothes. It was sightly dark outside and i could see the shadows of the trees moving with the wind.

Before i could say or do anything i feel a pair of hands pulling me from the corner of the varanda and I'm quickly meet with Gojo's icey blue eyes looking back at iluminated by the dim light comming from the room we just left.

His hands right hand rest next to my head in the wall behind me while his left hand rested on my rigth hip.

" You think you can bad mouth me like that, hum? " He whispers making me advert my gaze but he quickly lifts his right hand to hold my chin and making me look at him.

" Someone had to shut you up, you cocky bastard. " I whisper back making him laugh as he looks deeply between my lips and my eyes.

He knew what he was doing. He knew how my body worked, where to touch, to kiss, he knew all of me inside and out and I him.

" What if i showed you what I can really do? " Gojo whispers back in a serious tone as his thumb caress my bottom lip and i feel his left hand grap harder into my waist as the space between us gets shorter

My arms find it's way to be wraped around his neck as our bodies cut the space between us. I softly run my fingers thought the hair in the back of his head feeling him lean into the touch before i harshly grap at his hair and pull it making him smile as he leans his head back in pain to look at me with one eye closed.

" You know, that drives crazy. " He whispers back at me.

His hands both lay on my back as he slids them down sofly to stop at my waist that he graps harshly and pulls against himself.

I quickly let go of his hair and run my fingers through it softly as he leans in and eagerly meets my lips in a lustfull kiss. Gojo takes no time to slide his tongue inside my mouth making me moan in between his lips.

I quickly jump wrapping my legs aroung his waist and feeling his hand slide from my waist to my ass as he holds me against himself.

" Take me to your bed. " I command breaking up the kiss and seeing him smirk at my words.

" As you wish, mam. " He affirms playfully.

I bury my face on the crook of his neck as i start to kiss and nibble at it, marking his skin as he carries me through the hallway.

I trail my kisses and love marks from his collarbone up to his jaw which i lightly nibble at.

Gojo opens the door to his bedroom and quickly throws me to his bed and closes the door behind him.

He quickly takes his shirt off. Making me gaze him up and down at his figure as he walks in my direction.

" Like what you see? " He asks playfully as he towers over me in bed.

I nod at his words and as he unbuttons my shirt to leave me bare chested.

" No bra, that's risqué. " He whispers with a laugh.

" Oh shut up! " I exclaimed playfully. Gojo quickly holds my waist and lowers down to kiss my neck, trailing down to my collarbone, then between my chest and then goosepumps start to emerge as I feel his soft lips against my niples.

He softly sucks at them making me hold his head and lean my body against his mouth with every movement while I pulled at his hair.

He then does the same to the other nipple making me gasp at his movements before keeping the trail of kisses down to my belly and to my waist while the tip of his fingers trailed softly down my sides as he kissed me.

" My turn now! " I exclaim pushing him of me.

Gojo smiles at me as he lets himself fall beside me and i get up to sit on his waist. Feeling his hard member against my inner thight.

" Already that hard for me, Golden boy? " I ask playfully as i lean in his direction to leave our lips inches apart.

His hands find their way to hold my waist as i slightly hump at his hard member between my legs only separated by a tin piece of fabric. Gojo let's go a grunt at the movement making me smirk against his lips before kissing him.

I break up the kiss and keep sigthly moving my hips creating friction between our bodies as I kiss his neck.

" Babe, pleasee…" Gojo let's out in a moan, as I feel his nails dig into my waist making me stop.

" Is the best jujutsu sorcerer, begging? " I ask playfully as I raise my head from his neck to look at him.

Gojo was overall attractive but he was even more when he was hot and bothered under my body squirming to fuck me. His semiclosed eyes from the pleasure looking back at me made me want to tear the remaining of our clothes off and let him have what he wants. But it was much more enjoyable seeing him beg.

" Let me show you, what I can do my love. " He affirms as he holds my waist securely.

Gojo then pushes me off him and towers over me while kissing me deeply. His hand finds it's way to my pants waistband that he starts to unbutton and slowly undress, throwing my pants to the floor.

His hand finds it's way between my legs where he starts to pressure and massage my folds through the thin fabric of my panties.

A moan escapes my lips making him smile as he stops kissing me to observe my face reacting to his touch.

Goosepumps where all over my body at his touch. I could barely keep my eyes open at pleasure that his touch made me feel.

My hands find his way to the back of his neck pulling lightly at his white hair. Gojo made our lips meet together again as his hand stopped to slid my panties off down my legs and quickly slid his finger inside making me moan loudly at the sensation while pulling harshly at his hair. Gladly muffled by his lips as he softly kissed me.

His finger keept going in and out slightly curled hitting my sweet spot as his other finger massaged my clitoris in a circular motion with the right amount of pressure.

Gojo started to kiss my neck and my body couldn't stop reacting at every movement he made by thrusting my hips following his movements.

He then nibbled at my neck making me moan but he quickly muffled it with his free hand.

" So, Nanami does it better, hum? " He whispered against my neck.

" You know damn well, no one knows me better than you, Gojo. " I managed to say in between breaths and feel him smile against my neck.

Gojo hands quickly stops and he towers over me making me feel his hard member against my nakedness separed only by the fin material of his pants.

" Let me fuck the living shit of you? " He asks looking me the eyes with the most serious expression I have seen him ever.

" What if I don't? " I ask playfully as he leans down to kiss me with a smirk.

" Say it. " He whispers against my lips.

" Fuck me. " I whisper back and he quickly smacks our lips together with a grunt as I pull slightly as his hair.

As we kissed my hands found it's way all the way from his neck to his chest and then his waist where i started to unbutton and unzip his pants. I slither my hand inside his boxer feeling his hard member and an softly groping at it.

Gojo breaks up the kiss to erelease an hitched sound of him holding in the moan that was probably about to leave his lips. I smirk at him as our gazes meet.

" Fuck, do you know how hard i was controling myself in that room to not bend you over that table and eat you out like a fucking desert? " He whispers and I feel my cheeks burning read at the crude confession.

" All I want right now is you, Golden boy. " I whisper back as I start to pull his pants down.

" Someone is in a hurry! " Gojo says with a laugh as he gets up from the bed.

He quickly puts his pants and boxers down, revealing his hard member full erect looking back at me as I observed his chiseled body from the bed.

Gojo quickly walks to the bedside table next to him and takes out a condom packet which he rips with his mouth as he makes eye contact with me.

" Admiring the view? " He asks as he looks down to roll his condom in his shaft.

" Of you Golden boy? Never. " I afirm sarcastically making him laugh as he looks back at me.

" Well, I do know. I have the best one right now. " He afirms as he walks back to the bed and towers over me.

I feel one of his hands tucking away the hair from my face behind my ear. Making me lean into his touch as i rest my arms on his shoulders.

Gojo leans down giving me a soft kiss before slowly entering me. I nuzzle my face against his neck bitting at it at the sensation as i take in his big staff, feeling the pleasure starting to feel my body as i get used to it.

" Fuck, you feel so good. " He whispers against my face as his eyes slightly close at the sensation.

His breathing starts to get heavier as he slowly starts to move again and starts to move faster and faster. My legs find it's way around his waist for better access. My nails start to carve trails behind on his back at the pleasure that both of us was feeling.

The air starts to get heavier and hotter as our loud breathing and moans feels the room. I bite my lip trying to hold my moans as i feel his hands squeeze harder at my waist making me goosepumps.

" Let everyone hear, how good i make you feel." Gojo whispers against my hear between breaths. " Don't hold it in. "

I quickly put my hand on the back of his neck pulling at the hairs as our lips meet in a passionate kiss and I quickly make our toungues meet. Making the pleasure inside of me starting to errupt as i feel my legs starting to shake around gojo's waist.

I break the kiss to let out a loud moan which makes Gojo's smile as he goes steady on his moviment but deeper.

" Gojo…" I moan at him as i he looks deep into my eyes with semiclosed eyelids.

That cocky smile… He always knew what his doing and what power he had over me.

I quickly feel one of his hands starting to rub at my clitoris as he keeps pounding at me making me gasp at the sudden sensation as i pull at his hair.

" Cum for me. " Gojo orders against my lips before planting a small peck in them.

I could feel his dick pulsating inside of me as he got faster and sycronized with his finger massaging my clitoris. Before i new my whole body felt as a wildfire and my legs started to shake.

" Fuck. " Gojo whispers against my neck before bitting at it as we both reached climax at the same time.

His body falls limp over mine as i pat his head laying with his face against my neck. Making me feel warm from his heavy breathing hitting my neck.

We lay there in silence for some minutes, simply hearing each others breathing.

" Don't get mad at me. " Gojo whisper as i feel his arm over my waist holding me tighter

" What happened? " I whisper worried as i move my head to look at him.

His blue eyes looked tired but looked at me at me with a sparkle i have never seen before in his eyes.

" I think, I may actually be in love with you." He whispers with a small smile.

My heart felt like leaping out of my chest as I heard those words from his lips. How could Gojo be in love with me? Everyone knows that he is his own owner but someone in the process I got a pass to his heart?

" That was stupid, forget it. " He whispers observing my expression.

Gojo distances himself from me and takes out his now full condom to tie it in a knot and put it on his nightstand.

" No, no. " I affirm as I sit up and crawl in bed to sit beside him.

I raise my hands to hold each side of his head and observe his squeeched face between my hands.

" I love you too, you knucklehead. " I say making him blush. " I have been for the past year. "

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #geto suguru #satoru gojo #shoko ieiri #nanami kento #jjk smut #smut

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sadhours · 6 months

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just the two (ok maybe four) of us - part six

billy hargrove x steve harrington x original f!characters

co-written by the incredible @buckysgrace

contents: 18+ minors dni, FOURSOME!!!!, harringrove, I’ll be honest consents a lil blurry in this but steve doesn’t mind

🔅🔅🔅

“I see you two made up,” Billy smiles smugly as they walk through the door. Steve sees how the two girls are cuddled up on the couch, watching some reality show with the remnants of their food on the coffee table.

“We did,” Kim giggles and Gina jumps up to throw her arms around Steve.

“Hi, Stevie,” she purrs and Steve can almost recognize the look in her eye, so he laces their fingers and tugs her into her bedroom. He lets her push him on the bed and straddle him.

“Missed you,” she whispers, resting her cheek on his shoulder as their bodies lay flush together. Steve strokes her hair and lets her cling to him.

“Missed you too,” he says softly, “I’m pretty sore. Was at the gym.”

“Wanna nap?” she asks, “I could use one too.”

“Yes please,” Steve murmurs and pulls her closer, eyes fluttering shut as he welcomes sleep.

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“Hi,” Kim giggled, her pouty lips curled into a bright smile as she looked up towards him, “You smell good.” She teased playfully. Billy found himself grinning in response as he wrapped his arms around her slender body. He squeezed, earning a squeal from her until he heard a popping sound coming from her spine.

“Oh God,” He gently dropped her, making a face as she sighed in relief, “What is wrong with you?” He asked, unsure of how she was constantly popping her joints. She grinned, looking a little bashful as she glanced towards him.

“It’s all the ballet I do,” She brushed him off before she leaned forward to kiss his nose, “How was the gym?” She asked, watching as he unwrapped a protein shake. It was mint flavored, which he assumed she got more for herself but he drank it anyways.

“Not bad,” Billy grinned as he tugged at the ends of her hair gently. He’s pondering about the best way to bring his thoughts forward, knowing that it could be a touchy subject, “You look like you had fun.” He smirks instead, watching the way her cheeks heat up.

“You’re the one who suggested it,” She protested softly as she tucked her hair behind her ears, “I was thinking about something.” She said softly, distracting herself by playing with the strings on his shorts. He tilted his head as he watched her.

“What was that, Red?” He grinned at the childhood nickname, watching the way her lips slowly curl into a grin until she’s looking up at him again. She breathed in deeply, looking a little nervous before she spoke.

“What do you think about doing something with Steve and Gina?” She asked softly, fluttering her eyelashes as she looked up at him with a bright smile. He grumbled as he took another drink from his bottle and quickly shook his head.

“I already went to his dumb band thing.” He tried to keep from whining, but honestly didn’t want to socialize with any more people. Steve really hadn’t done bad and he really was a good singer, but Billy didn’t need him to know that.

“You said he did good,” She laughed as she nudged his shoulder, “No, not hanging out like that. Hanging out like here.” She gestured down towards the floor, like she was motioning to the apartment. He raised his eyebrow at her.

“He’s here all the time,” Billy told her, his tone coming out a bit dry, “What’s to change about that?” Kim looked a little frustrated for a moment as she licked her lips, looking like she was searching for a better way to phrase her sentence.

“Like hanging out here,” She drew out slowly, “Naked.” Her face flushed, like she was embarrassed to bring it up. He bit back a grin, thinking that she was cute for being so flustered over it.

“Oh,” Billy nodded his head, pretending like he understood, “Like a nudist party?” He tilted his head, asking the question in mock confusion. He laughed at the look of defeat that crossed her features.

“Billy,” She whined as she leaned forward, pressing her full body against his as she whined. He laughed as he moved his hands up on her small waist, “You know what I mean.” She mumbled as she hit her face in the crook of his neck. He swayed them back and forth for a moment before he gripped her chin and tilted her face towards him.

“You wanna fuck them?” He whispered softly, watching the way her hazel eyes widened as she took him in. Her body molded closer against his, sinking against his touch as her fingertips lightly dug into his sides. He observed the way her lips slowly parted as she nodded her head as they breathed in the same breath, “Little slut.” He teased, enjoying the way her body moved against him.

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Gina sits on the couch between Kim and Billy, glancing between them with a mischievous look on her face. She pokes at Kim’s side and asks, “Did you talk to him?”

Billy snorts, “Oh, so this was your idea. I should’ve figured.”

She gasps and shoves Billy, “It was our idea. So? Whaddya say, Billy?”

The blonde purses his lips and scratches his chin, like he’s still thinking it over in his head, though the decision was made fairly quickly on his part when he saw how just the conversation about it excited his girlfriend. Gina looks at him impatiently and he chuckles before smirking, “I’m down. Question is, if your square boyfriend will be.”

Gina squeals and jumps up onto her knees, “I’ve already figured out how to ease him into it.”

“Yeah?” Kim tilts her head curiously, “How?”

“Easy. I blindfold him, sit him on the couch and we take turns sucking his cock,” Gina explains nonchalantly. Billy and Kim look back at her with wide eyes.

“Why don’t you just fucking ask the guy?” Billy argues.

Gina whines, “He’ll be too like… listen, okay. Steve’s not so adventurous. The way we have sex is like, mechanical. There’s a routine and Steve does the same three positions. If I ask him, he’ll act like it’s a big deal and something something it’s gay.”

“Maybe you and Kim should tackle this without me, first,” Billy offers, blinking slowly.

“No!” Kim quips, “I don’t wanna do it without you.”

Billy sighs, “Okay. So say we do this, what makes you think he’s not gonna freak out?”

Gina shrugs, “Call it lover’s intuition. I feel like we just plan it right, pull the blindfold off at the perfect time and he’ll already be warmed up to the idea.”

“Sounds pretty fun,” Kim grins excitedly, reaching over to squeeze Gina’s thigh.

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“What’s the big surprise?” Steve asks as Gina leads him through the front door, blindfold already tied around his head. He’s nervous yet excited at what Gina has planned. Though she wouldn’t tell him what the occasion even is. She pulls his hand and guides him to the couch, where she pushes him gently. He sits back, welcoming her in his lap while she kisses him slowly. Gina seems really into whatever she’s got in her little head, grinding against him while they trade spit.

He relaxes a bit because this is familiar. It’s also pretty hot to not be able to see. Feels tingly in his thighs as she moves off him and pulls his shirt over his head. The thinks she gets on her knees because he can feel her arms against his legs while she rubs her hand against his crotch.

“You can’t take the blindfold off until I say it’s okay, Steve,” she purrs, “Okay?”

“Whatever you say, baby,” Steve sighs back, reaching out to touch her but she pushes his hands back to his sides.

“Stay still. Let me do all the work, okay?”

He nods, leaning his head back against the couch. Gina unties his shoes and pulls them off, biting her lip as Kim sits by her side. Billy’s standing nearby, observing them with a curious tilt to his head. Gina moves her hands to his waistband and unzips his jeans, with Kim’s help she gets them down and off his ankles. Kim’s eyes widen and she has to stifle a giggle when she sees Steve’s erection pressing against his briefs. Gina’s pretty proud of her boyfriend's size. It’s mostly why she puts up with the vanilla sex he offers.

Gina nods to Kim, grinning mischievously as she watches the slender girl tuck her fingers in the waistband of Steve’s underwear and pull them down his thighs. Gina grabs them from there and pulls the rest of the way down. When she glances back, Billy’s chewing on the inside of his lip. His head is still cocked but he’s definitely looking at Steve’s cock. Which makes Gina even more excited and she grabs onto Steve’s thighs and spreads his legs more, leaning down and licking a broad stripe up the side of his length, right along the vein. Her boyfriend moans, fingers gripping onto the couch cushion beneath him. She wraps her fingers around the base of him and swirls her tongue around his tip, still squeezing on his thigh with the other hand.

She works slowly, not wanting to rush anything. There’s still two other mouths eagerly waiting to get on him. She bobs her head a couple of times and pulls off with a loud pop, looking up to see Steve’s lips falling open as pretty sounds flood out. She turns to Kim and smiles. The redhead shyly smiles and leans in to lick against Steve’s tip, Gina’s fingers still wrapped tightly around his base.

“Jesus,” Steve pants out, arms twitching and Gina knows he’s desperate to move his hands. But he listens well, doesn’t move them an inch.

Gina shakily pulls away and stands up, letting Kim take over. She grabs Billy’s hand and pulls him a little closer, locking eyes to gauge how he’s feeling about all of this.

Kim feels a little giddy as she pushes Steve’s tip into her mouth and slowly begins to bob her head up and down his long length. She knits her eyebrows a bit, not used to how quickly Steve’s cock hits the back of her throat. She’s not able to be as quick or rough as she usually is with Billy.

Steve’s moans are soft and pretty as they fill the air and she wonders if he’s noticed anything different at all. Billy leans a little closer, slowly pulling her red hair from her face so he can get a better look at how her lips stretch around Steve’s cock. She flicks her tongue along the curve of his dick, admiring the way he shudders underneath her.

She begins to drool a bit more, gagging hard as Steve involutionary snaps his hips up with a groan. She pulls away, coughing a little bit as drool floods from her mouth. Billy grips her chin tightly, peering at her red cheeks before he’s shuffling the drool back into her mouth with his thumb. His lips descend on hers, kissing her hotly.

“Sorry,” Steve croaks out, looking flustered as he shifts in the chair, “Don’t stop.” His tone is a little desperate, making Billy’s stomach churn. Kim shoots him a desperate look before Gina is nudging him forward. He slowly pushes Steve’s legs apart a little further so he can easily slide between his knees and takes his time to reassure that Steve still doesn’t notice anything before he’s pressing his lips around Steve’s red tip.

He bobs his head slowly at first, taking his time to adjust as it’s been some time since he’s had a cock in his mouth. Steve probably has the biggest cock he’s ever seen that hasn’t been in porn either. He can’t fit all of Steve in his mouth, nor does he get as far as the other two girls but he does let the saliva mixture from the three of them coat Steve’s balls before he’s rolling them in his hand.

“Fuck,” Steve curses, making Billy’s eyes snap up as he flicks his tongue along the veins on Steve’s cock. He rolls his tongue slowly, enjoying the way Steve melts underneath his touch, “Feels so good.” Steve pants out, his chest moving harshly like it’s hard to breathe.

Kim leans up against Billy’s back, watching him curiously as her tits press up against his skin. He sends her a sly wink, feeling shivers tracing up his spine from the way her fingertips drag along his sides. She grins, pressing against the back of his head softly to watch the way Steve’s cock descends further into Billy’s mouth.

His jaw begins to ache but neither girl tries to take control again and he likes the way Steve’s hips jerk into his mouth as Kim lightly pushes his head further onto Steve’s cock. He sucks in his drool, swallowing it and earning an even louder cry from Steve. Out of the corner of his eye he can see Gina slowly creeping up towards the brunette boy. Gina tugs at the blindfold and it falls down to Steve’s lap.

His vision is flooded with a sight he’d been secretly dreaming of. Billy Hargrove with a cock in his mouth. Steve’s cock. It’s almost unbelievable, he can’t even fully comprehend it as their glassy eyes meet. All he knows is that it feels good and it’s even better to look at. He’s reaching down, pushing the discarded blindfold off his lap and getting his fingers in Billy’s hair while his hips jerk up.

“Oh, my god. Oh my god, oh my fucking god!” Steve rushes out, loving the way Billy’s lips look extra pink and swollen around his cock. The way Billy's cheek’s are the reddest he’s ever seen them. He’s a dream and Steve’s orgasm slams into him abruptly, his hips stuttering up as he shoots his load down Billy’s throat. “Ohhh fuuuck,” he grits out, not daring to close his eyes.

Steve’s trying to catch his breath when Billy pulls off, grabs Kim’s face and pulls her close. Kim opens her mouth, locking eyes with Billy and Steve makes a pathetic sound as he watches Billy spit his cum into Kim’s awaiting mouth. His softening cock twitches back to life and Gina tugs at Kim’s wrist as she sits beside her. The girls kiss, swapping Steve’s cum and when a little leaks out the corner of Gina’s lips, Kim’s licking it up.

He exhales harshly, “What the fuck?”

Gina swallows and giggles up at Steve, wrapping her hands around his calves and kissing his knee, “Good surprise?”

“Very,” he replies, moving his thumb to caress her freckled cheek. “But, uh, now what?”

Billy laughs, picking up Kim and sitting her down beside Steve, “Now this.” He pulls Kim’s dress off and starts kissing at her thighs, spreading them open. Steve watches curiously. Oh. Oh. They’re just gonna fuck right in front of him and Gina. Well, actually, that’s not that different from their usual behavior except this time, Steve’s dick is out and still hard. Luckily Steve doesn’t have to panic for much longer because Gina’s grabbing his face and kissing him while she climbs up into his lap. Kim begins moaning beside him and he can hear how sloppily Billy’s eating her out. It makes his ears feel hot. He kisses Gina back eagerly, grabbing her dress and lifting it up. They break the kiss so he can take it off of her, exposing her naked body. Steve guffaws, making Gina giggle before she’s lining his cock up with her cunt, lowering herself on it as she whines.

Kim’s fingertips dig into Billy’s thick strands, letting her nails lightly drag across his scalp as his tongue dips in and her wet cunt. She whimpers, her hips temporarily leaving the couch as he attacks her with his tongue. Her head lolls to the side as Billy presses his fingertips down on her hips to keep her still.

“Billy,” She whined as her head falls onto Steve’s shoulder. She lazily rolls her eyes up, looking at the cock drunk look on Gina’s face as she gyrates her hips up and down Steve’s long cock. His body is warm, almost hot as he exhales roughly next to her, “Feels good.” She whimpered as Billy’s tongue pressed against her clit roughly.

Steve’s brown eyes turned towards her, his pink lips parted in bliss as he momentarily drank in her features. She feels a blush spreading over her cheeks, not quite used to having Steve watch her in such an intense way. He bends forward, his movements taking her by surprise until Billy is roughly tugging her away.

“Hey,” Billy moves himself up between Kim’s legs, speaking so sternly that Gina pauses her own movements, “Don’t kiss her.” He demands fiercely, his eyes flashing as he stares at Steve. Kim bites her lip as she shifts forward a bit, just enough so she can grab Billy’s strong jawline.

“S’okay,” Kim reassures him as she brings her lips against his slick covered ones, “Kissing is okay.” She tells him gently between gentle pecks of their lips. She doesn’t want Billy to run Steve off, nor does she want Steve to get offended either. She doubts that he’ll even do much more than share a peck between any of them.

Billy’s lips melt against hers as she slides her tongue inside of his mouth, tasting herself as she works on removing his belt and jeans. He groans against her mouth, mingling their sounds together as she wraps her palm around his cock and stroked him slowly.

“Little whore,” He mumbles against her lips before he grips her throat and spits into her mouth. She hears Steve gasp but she’s unsure if it has to do with Billy’s actions or because Gina is moving again. She whimpered as she licked his spit away, whining as his palm roughly connected with her ass before he’s spreading her legs wide, “Nasty little slut.”

“Yeah,” She whimpers in agreement, her lips spreading in awe as he pushes his thick tip into her drenched hole, “Oh my god.” She whined, her eyebrows rising high on her forehead as his cock stretches her walls out.

“Can I?” Steve mumbles out, shakily, eyes on Kim while Gina begins rolling her hips again.

“Uh-huh,” Kim whines, turning her face towards Steve. Her hazel eyes meet with his dark brown ones and he’s never felt so feral in his life. He collides his lips with Kim’s. And it’s hungry. Steve’s growling into it as he grabs her hand, it only feels natural. They’re both in a rather submissive position. And really, honestly, it’s exciting to have Billy’s face so close to his and Kim’s. Steve deepens it, sliding his tongue along Kim’s lower lip and pushing it past, rubbing their tongues together.

“Fuck,” Gina whines, watching in awe as she rides Steve’s cock.

Steve lifts his hand up and grabs a hold of Kim’s jaw, holding her steady while she moans into his mouth. Billy’s a little floored, usually couldn’t fathom the thought of anyone kissing Kim but there’s something about this asshole. Fine. It’s no big deal but Billy is in fact attracted to Steve. And really, watching him lick into Kim’s mouth is fuckinf hot. Makes his hips snap his hips even faster against Kim, pulling these high pitched symphonies from her lips. Gina’s doing something similar to Steve because this open mouthed kiss turns into Steve and Kim just moaning against each other's mouths. It’s the fucking hottest thing he’s ever seen. Billy grabs a hold of Kim’s head, pushes her further against Steve.

“Jesus Christ,” Billy breathes out, moving his hand to slip his fingers in Steve’s hair. He gripped his brown locks tightly, enacting a loud moan from Steve, “Do you like my little whore?” He teased as he dragged his cock faster inside of Kim’s walls. He breathed out, enjoying the way Steve’s brown eyes widened in surprise.

“Answer him, Stevie,” Gina begged as she lightly tapped her fingertips against Steve’s flushed cheeks, trying to earn a response from him, “Is Kim a little whore?” She teased in the same manner as she began to dig her acrylic nails into his skin.

“Fuck,” Steve breathed out as his hands went to grip her hips, his mind feeling fuzzy suddenly. He was overwhelmed with the sensation of her walls clamping down around his hard cock, the way Billy was tightly gripping his hair and how Gina was scratching at his skin. Kim’s lips brushed against the sensitive area on his neck, making him cry out a little louder, “Yes, yes!” He agreed, afraid that they would take away the pleasure that he was feeling.

“So mean, Stevie,” Kim mocked as she pouted her lips out, her voice slightly cracking from how harshly Billy was pressing his cock into her, “Right there. Oh God, Billy.” She whimpered as her head fell against Steve’s. Gina gaped, slightly shaking Kim from how fast she was moving up and down the length of Steve’s cock.

The pleasure tickled up Kim’s spine, traveling down her legs as the bliss grew deeper inside of her stomach until it burned. She cried out as she felt her cunt clamping down around Billy’s cock, squeezing around him harshly as she came with a loud moan. Her body shook as she fell forward, her boobs pressing against Steve’s sweaty skin as he watched with wide eyes and parted lips.

“Fuck,” She whined as she rolled her eyes back in awe. Billy gripped her hair again, yanking her head back to look at her. He smirked in bliss, looking down at her cock drunk features before he spit onto her lips. She whimpered as she licked it away, enjoying the taste of him on her tongue, “Oh my God.” She whined as a soft giggle left her lips.

“Such a dirty whore,” Billy teased as he smacked her cheeks. He pressed her harder against the couch, rocking into her as his cock began to ache. He groaned loudly, feeling his hips stalling as he came inside of her, “Fuck, fuck.” He cursed as he moved his hand down to her neck, giving her a slight squeeze.

Steve’s back arched, feeling the warmth pooling deep in his stomach as his second orgasm was fast approaching. Gina’s rhythm started to falter, thighs burning from the exertion so Steve grabbed hold of her hips and began thrusting his own up. The sounds that poured out of Gina were ones Steve hadn’t heard before, not in person at least. They were like the ones she’d made in the videos with Kim and Billy, a little unhinged as pleasure wrecked through her body.

Billy grabbed Kim’s hand and guided it towards Gina’s cunt, “Rub her clit.” Then he was pulling out of Kim and standing behind Gina, grabbing her tits in his hands, pinching her nipples between his thick fingers. Kim moved her fingers in quick, firm circles against Gina’s clit and in quick succession, the brunette girl was clamping down around Steve’s cock. Eyes crossed and body seizing as her climax crashed into her.

“A-aah!” she cried out, leaning back into Billy’s chest as she came.

Steve licked his lips, taking in the beautiful sight and for the first time ever, he’s shooting his load inside her. Raw. Gina’s hands reach up to grab a hold of Billy’s forearms as she rides out the feeling, a bit of drool pooling at the corners of her lips.

“Shit,” Steve whines, eyes falling shut as his orgasm racks through him. In mere seconds, he’s spent. Body goes limp while he tries to catch his breath. Before he knows it, Gina’s kissing his lips and giggling into it.

“That was so hot,” she purrs, tugging on his hair.

“Mhm,” he mumbles back with a lazy smile.

But now what? Steve wonders, feeling awkward as he wraps his arms around Gina’s waist and looks at the couple standing behind her.

“We’re gonna go to bed,” Kim says, voice all shy like Steve didn’t just watch her getting fucked. “See you in the morning,” she grabs Billy’s hand and begins to pull him to her bedroom.

Billy smirks and wiggles his eyebrows at him, “Nice job, pretty boy.”

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-ˋˏ S H Y ˎˊ —> Chapter 2

Characters: Quorch, Lyle, Z-Dog, Mansk, Sir Jameson (hes a cat), little bit of General Ardmore.

Warnings: Fluff! Lots! Cute recoms with a kitty! General A is a bitch as per usual. Angst if you squint.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2 (You’re here!)

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“How am I supposed to know cats like to eat?? I’ve never had a cat before and he’s just a lil guys why can he just eat some rice or sumthin.” Z-Dog rolled her eyes at Lyle.

“Oh my god it isn’t that hard to maybe fry up some fish or maybe some sort of unseasoned meat? Move I need to check on the sink.” She said, shoving him aside. He raised his hands in surrender, eyes widened.

“Yes ma’am.”

She was running a small bath for the black kitty in the sink, while she waited for him and Quaritch to get acquainted. She smiled at the thought of how the kitty snuggled into her chest while she carried him, surprised that he didn’t bite or scratch her.

“Mansk!” She called, dipping her finger in the lukewarm water filling the sink. Mansk say up from where he was laying in the floor.

“Yes’m?” He asked, obviously having almost falling asleep.

She sighed as she looked at him, his shirt hair somehow messed up and his sunglasses crooked. “Can you make the cat a bed?” He smiled as his tail started wagging in excitement.

“Oh my god yes I can I have some stuff that I can use I’ll be right back-“ he said, starting to run to his room when he ran into Lyle, who was holding many fruits in his hands, trying desperately to figure out what to feed him.

“Oh my god you two are useless.” She said exasperated. “Alright the waters warm enough for lil man. I’ll go get him. You two,” she said glaring at the two on the floor. “Do something useful. Or else I’ll tattoo your foreheads.”

All she heard while she walked down the hall was hushed whispers and gasps.

“I see you two had fun while I was gone.”

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Sir Jameson was pleased to have a name.

He smiled in that silly way that cats do as he trailed behind Z-Dog, his little tail wagging.

“Awww, guys look he’s happy!” She smiled, poking Lyle in the shoulder.

“I’m so glad we came up with that name. See! We did something useful!” He said proudly, his tail wagging with pride. It caught the kitties attention, seeing the black tuft of fur at the end of his tail move around he couldn’t help but jump at it.

He may have also latched onto it with his teeth and teeny claws.

“OH MY FUCK-“ yelled out Lyle, causing Mansk and Z-Dog to fall down with laughter.

He head heavy footsteps from behind them all, and a light snicker.

“Y’all should know better. He’s so small YALL could have smushed him.” Said Quaritch.

“S-sorry boss.” Mansk wheezed, still shaking with laughter.

“HE BIT MY TAIL” cried Lyle, simply shook.

“Stop waggin it then.” He said, picking up Sir Jameson.

“Cmon, let’s get you clean huh?” Z-Dog wiped tears from her eyes then reached for the lil kitty, Quaritch handing him over to her.

“Go wash your hands.” She nodded to him, dirt covering his hands. “Sir Jameson here hasn’t had a bath in a really long time, haven’t you lip guy? Oh that’s right, you haven’t-“

“Can you stop with the baby talk.” Asked Lyle. She stared at him point blank.

“Nope absolutely not he is my little fellow, my sweet summer child. Look at him he is smaller than an actual baby he’s perfect for baby talk.”

“When he gets older he’s gonna stare at you the way you glare at me.”

“You are one-hundred percent wrong. He is a sweet lil man he won’t betray us that way.”

“Shit up and give the lil stinker a bath already.” He rolled his eyes at her.

“You shut up and make him some damn food.” She turned away from them all, her tail swishing behind her as she sauntered away. She held him outwards, with his face towards her as she spoke gently to him.

“You gonna be a brave man for me? The water ain’t to hot but I’m not sure if you’ll like it. You can scratch me if it’s too hot okay?”

Then she lowered him into the sink, his little body scrunching when he touched the water.

It was warm. He missed warm.

But he wasn’t used to it.

His little body was shaking at the amount of effort it took for him to keep his little legs and tail scrunched.

“Hey, hey it’s okay, it’s just water. It won’t hurt you okay? Nothing is gonna hurt you.” Said Z-Dog, petting his head with one of her fingers. He was that tiny compared to the recoms.

He looked at her face as she smiled a little, and he decided that it must be okay to just touch it a little. They didn’t throw him yet so maybe this means that they were gonna keep him forever.

He dipped his little paws in the water, and he hadn’t felt such relief for a while. It relaxed him, and made all his muscles go all soft and relaxed.

He really liked it.

Then he sat down in the water. He ducked his little head into the water, warming his whole body. He closed his eyes and meowed happily at Z-Dog, as she had his little face held in her hand, as she gently lathered soap into his matted fur, massaging out all the dirt.

Quaritch leaned over to look at the kitty, peering over her shoulder. “Lil man was real dirty. Poor guy. Knock on my door when you’re done, I’ll have a lil present for him.

She nodded, not saying a word, only smiling at the little kitty.

“You really needed this didnt you Sir Jameson?”

He purred.

When he was all clean, and wrapped into a little tea-towel (he was too small for a regular towel, especially since their towels were really big because of their size) she carried him to Quaritchs room, and softly knocked.

“Yup?” He called from inside.

“Open up, kitty’s all clean.” They both heard his heavy footsteps coming towards the door.

“Ta-da!” He smiled opening the door. There were old shirts that lay ripped up on his bed, torn to scraps, and bandages all over his blue fingers. Sewing supplies lay all over the room, a small box overflowing with hidden supplies.

Z-Dog smiled. “You made him a lil blanky?” Both their ears perked up at the excited little meow he let out.

“Yeah, figured if he’s gonna stay he needed some little comfort.”

“I FINISHED HIS BED!” Said Mansk, carrying one of his hats towards them, filled with an old T-shirt full of cotton balls.

“It isn’t much but I figured he would like it.” He shrugged, holding out the hat.

“I think he likes it.” Said Z-Dog smiling down it him, wagging her finger in his face for little scratchies.

He licked her finger.

“Where will he sleep?”

“I guess we just let him choose that himself. Let him wander around, take a look. Leave all your doors open, see which one he really likes.”

They found him sleeping on Quaritchs pillow.

So they put a little hand warmer in the cotton filling, grabbed him and gently placed him in the hat, then covered him with the patch-blanket Quaritch made him.

He felt warm.

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A/N: plz help I forgot how to do the (read more) 😭

#avatar angst #avatar #avatar mansk #avatar recoms #avatar fluff #colonel quaritch #quaritch x reader #recom quaritch

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stickycreatorunknown · 1 year

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Drabbles - Deku as a Dad (bc it has been stuck in my head gd)

So he's definitely the kind of parent who holds his kid in one arm while he does literally anything else with the other. Maybe he's picking up the toys scattered around the floor, or digging in the couch for the TV remote, or making dinner, or brushing his teeth, literally anything. He just loves his kid so much and can't ever say no to them especially when they want cuddles so he just compromises by carrying them around with him constantly.

The bigger they get the more creative he gets, maybe they're like two and he just holds them under his arm like a football so they giggle really loud while he walks around the kitchen. Maybe they're like five and he sets them on his shoulders and they use his hair like little reins to guide him around the house while he does some chores. Maybe they're like eight and getting bigger so he throws them over his shoulder and they beat on his back and giggle and holler at him until he puts them down.

He's definitely really close with his kid, empathizing and always being a shoulder. He would also pound someone into the ground for them but he tries to teach pacifism first. He can relate to all their struggles and sees so much of himself in them because they're probably a lil sensitive bean just like he is and he's super quick to wipe their tears and help them feel better and make everything into a learning experience so they keep getting stronger and smarter.

Oh he's also still a lil bit of a crybaby and every single milestone makes him burst into tears, though he is trying to be a bit less emotional so he doesn't worry the kid or his partner (you, duh). But he definitely needs lots of emotional support because like the first time his kid said "dada" he started crying all over the place and you had to comfort him, kissing his forehead and brushing through his hair with your fingers while he babbled about how smart the kid is and how proud he is even though they're still a baby. And oh my god the first time they walked? Oh boy, this man literally picked you up to bring you into the room to see the moment with him and the sheer joy on his face and the little tears welling up in his eyes as he tried to find his phone or the camera.

The kid adores you both, obviously, and every time you tuck them in for bed they say "I love you" and even though it's literally every night Izuku still gets a little watery eyed about it. He'll lay in bed with you and just hold you really tight and go on and on about how you guys are such great parents and he loves that little bean so much and it makes him feel like his heart could explode.

ugh... this has been on my mind for days and I can't even tell if I'm just baby crazy or deku crazy at this point

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strawberryspotsstuff · 2 years

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*sniffs at u as a greeting* sniff sniff sniff HELLO I HAVE A REQUEST !!!!!!!!!!! CAN U WRITE A LIL DOORS FIC WHERE READER IS BASICALLY SCREECHS BABYSITTER AND SCREECH IS LIKE AN IPAD KID LMFAIUDHYHUSO SEEK N FIGURE CAN BE THERE TOO IF U WANT

-yippee anon

*sniffffssss baccckkk* HI!! :]

LMFAO CUTEE, why god ipad kid screech scares me. :skull:

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Screech x Babysitter Reader

Maybe it was a bad idea to give Screech an ipad. A very bad idea. You groaned, rubbing you eyes as the little, blob of a creature giggled devilishly as its tiny tentacles pressed and smushed on it's screen.

"Whatcha doin' there buddy?" you asked, your voice strained and very tired.

"eheheheheehehehheheh tro..trollinggg" the creature slurred, grinning at you.

"what."

the creature continued to laugh to itself, rolling its self in ball, the ipad's light shining brightly in it's eyes. You watched, distraught, what did you do.

"whaaaat. isss screeech doingggg?" seek's sloppy body appeared behind you, its expression also curled into a look of concern.

"I-uh, gave it a human device."

"oh... deaar.." seek frowned.

"you can say that again" you shivered, stretching your very sore arms. From casing after it for, at-least, 2 hours and then, just giving up and giving it an ipad, what else could you do in this endless hotel?

"Seek?" you chimed up from your thoughts, Seek hummed in response, blinking down at you, it's more-naturally looking teeth shining through it's inky mouth.

"Where is Figure?" You asked softly, your gaze flickering to the door behind you and the door in front of you. Currently you were on one of the many floors which had separated rooms, Screech rolling on the bed with it's ipad and both you and Seek watched from the doorway, in utter disappointment.

"Hmmmmmmmm, noot sureeeee, probablyy the... liiiiibrary" Seek thought, you nodded softly.

You nodded, maybe you could take Screech there? Ehh, last time you sent them there, Screech destroyed half of the books, Figure was not happy, it was not fun, for anyone.

You hummed, shrugging as you looked back at Screech, you whined in joy noticing that Screech had feel asleep, the ipad laying face down on the ground, and was that droll? Or something like... drool.

You quickly ran over, picking it up and sighed in happiness. "oh thank, oh finally, its asleep."

Seek stuttered out a giggle, shaking its head.

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this gave me so many ideas :sob: ((this is kinda headcannons aswell CUASE THIS INSPIRED ME!!))

all cryptics have their own ways of speaking:

seek slurs/stretches its words, due it being made of goo, it doesn't really have a normal face to hold it's mouth, so seek's mouth/face is kinda, melting. (example: "heeellooooo!")

screech laughs/giggles before speaking (example: "eheheheh HAHAHAHA, hii") it still slurs its words but not as much as seek, screech laughs cause, uh dude is creepy idk, it's an ipad kid what can i say.

figure is the most fluent out of all cryptics, since his earring is enhanced due to havin- no eyes, so it takes extra care to learn speaking. he does shout, alot. (example: "OH, HELLO!")

#strawberrywrites #roblox doors #screech doors #seek doors #figure doors #x reader #x babysitter reader #reader is v tired.#screech is a gremlin child #get that thing away from reader #all cryptics go by its/they #figure is just mentioned #bonus headcannons!!!!

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aquagustd · 2 years

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hi yus!! 🤍

drabble request—

oc giving birth or her water breaks !! (yoongi and yuri are there?)

hey yaz !! okay here it is. some of the requests will be in bullet points, bc i have a lot to go through. so i do hope you enjoy this <3

❛oc’s water breaks❜

genre/rating: PG | crack, fluff

warnings: panic, someone faints, mentions of a hospital, a lot of feelings 🥹

⤷ drabble for hell is empty

“maybe we should hold off on the trip for now. ___ doesn’t have long now!”

you chuckle at yuri’s sudden show of concern, since they’ve been talking about this trip for weeks, but now that your belly looks like a sizable basketball — they’re all worried.

hoseok sits next to you with his hands pasted to his knees. by the way they twitch, you can tell he’s holding himself back from asking if he could touch your belly.

AGAIN

your baby’s been quiet these past few days. even if you are a bit worried, well, not worried. more surprised since he’s been kickboxing in there ever since he grew legs and feet and toes.

but it’s just quiet now.

you’re grateful tho. you need the rest!

you see yoongi eye you from his place at the kitchen, expression blank.

god, you wish you knew what he was thinking sometimes.

“you’re right,” he says in a hushed tone, “we should just wait ‘til the baby is here.”

now all their eyes are on you and you feel icky. you need to mentally prepare yourself to stand up from the sunken spot in the couch cushion.

you make a move, and hoseok’s rushing to your aid, grabbing at your wrists.

“i’m good, i’m good,” you giggle, sharing a shy smile as he scoops a chunk of your hair over your shoulder.

once you’re on your feet, a sudden pressure releases just below your belly. but your legs are numb since you’ve been sitting for so long. the swelling in your ankles didn’t go down either.

but then

a loud gush

wet

hitting the rug under your feet

and hoseok’s toes

dread seeps into your every bone like a chilling cold. lips parted in shock to find that your water broke

“oh my—“

hoseok, still holding onto your wrists looks just as shocked as you.

“___!”

yuri rushes into the lounge with yoongi while you’re still immobilized by shock.

“i think i—“

yuri smacks yoongi’s arm, coming to your side to grab your hand, stepping around the puddle.

“THE CAR YOONGI! THE CAR!”

yoongi stares at the three of you like you’re caught in the middle of a crime scene.

then he’s no longer vertical.

falling flat onto his face with a loud thump.

“yoongi!” a sob breaks free from your chest, panic burning up your throat as your heart threatens to break through your ribcage.

“oh my god, yoongi! yoongi wake up!”

and then yuri’s crying, slapping his cheeks harshly as hoseok pulls you into the hallway, your arm snug around his shoulders as he navigates through the apartment with bent knees.

you’re tilting your head to check if yoongi is okay. but he’s still laying motionless on the floor.

“hey, hey. it’s okay. we’ll get you to the hospital right now.”

“but,” you wail, clutching the side of your belly, “yoongi.”

“he’ll be okay,” hoseok soothes, reaching for his keys, “he’s just shocked that’s all. you need to be calm for me.”

still, weak cries bubble from your lips.

fear coursing through your veins because it’s finally happening. and none of you were ready yet.

slippers sliding across the wooden floors, you’re brought to a stop just outside the front doors of the building, cheeks caught between hoseok’s palms.

“listen, i need you to stay calm for me, okay? you’re okay! yeah? you’re good! take a deep breath for me.”

with a nasal passage that feels as though it’s on fire, you inhale a deep, shuddering breath with hoseok, exhaling with him too.

but that does nothing to tame your thunderous heartbeat.

“let’s get you to the hospital. no stress for you and the baby.”

“wait for us!”

yuri shouts from the top of the staircase, holding, a lil queasy, yoongi’s hand as they rush to the car.

hoseok straps you in the backseat, yuri sat next to you, fingers intertwined with yours.

“yoongi,” you call, reaching for his shoulder, “you okay?”

he doesn’t turn around, voice a low rasp, “don’t worry about me. let’s go!”

hoseok meets your gaze in the rear view mirror, a light sheen of sweat on his forehead as he speeds down the highway, taking the turns light and breezy.

your legs are spread apart and you’re afraid you might see a head soon. a funny, unfamiliar sensation taking over your lower belly.

once you’re there, they’re carting you into the hospital like a sick cow, after telling them, through ragged breaths, that you are able to walk.

with the way you heave burdened sighs, they don’t believe you.

“MOVE EVERYONE MOVE!”

soon, you have the attention of every single nurse, doctor and patient in the hospital.

but you have no time to be embarrassed when you’re absolutely terrified.

BECAUSE THE DAY IS FINALLY HERE

THE DAY YOU’VE BEEN WAITING FOR, so patiently.

perhaps you should’ve done more research. but all you’ve found on the internet were the petrifying experiences of other women.

you just need to breathe.

yoongi and hoseok are busy yelling at the receptionist, yuri sat next to you.

“yuri,” you whisper, resting your head on her shoulder, “i’m scared.”

“don’t be scared. it’ll be okay. it’ll all be over soon and you’ll get to carry your baby in your arms instead of your belly,” she giggles, hand sliding down the back of your head. “how are you feeling?”

you smack your lips together, hands pressed to your stomach, “I feel—“

hoseok and yoongi return with a nurse, a few others rolling a bed over to you.

they help you up, fluorescent lights piercing your eyes as the bed skids along the tiles.

“love you,” yuri smiles, face glowing red, “be strong okay?”

you nod, tears streaming down your face as you hold onto hers and hoseok’s hands. yoongi following close behind.

“love you too.”

but you know they have to go.

you only realize how much you’re sweating when hoseok flattens your hair over your head, face a breath away from yours.

as you go further down the pale white hallway, yoongi and yuri stop just outside the sliding doors. but hoseok tags along. refusing to let go of your hand.

“i’ll be right here, don’t worry.”

“excuse me sir. are you the father?”

hoseok jolts upright, shaking his head as an answer.

“i’m sorry you’ll have to wait out here,” one of the nurses inform, “we’ll take good care of her.”

he purses his lips, leaning back down to whisper.

“don’t worry i’ll take care of everything.”

your heart leaps to your throat as he presses a kiss to your sweaty forehead, tears lining his lashes.

he smiles, thumb caressing your forehead, “i love you.”

you sob through your words, but this time you’re not crying out of panic, sadness or fear.

but happiness.

“i love you too.”

you look up as the bed rolls around the corner, seeing him stand there, shooting you a thumbs up and a goofy smile.

it’ll be okay.

#hie: drabble/asks #fic: hie #squishies

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