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yanderenightmare · 4 months

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TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, omegaverse/hybrid au, size difference, pet-play, predator x prey, collaring, handcuffing

fem reader

Think about being a bleating little bunny hunted down by two big bad wolves…

Your fear tastes so good – layered thickly in the air – so sweet in their mouth it’s almost painful how hungry it makes them – seeped and soaked and stained on the bed where they keep you collared and leashed for their own personal use.

You drive them both wild with your aroma and all your cute little struggles where you try so adorably to shove them away and crawl out of their reach. It’s never any use, and yet you still try despite being so stupidly small beneath them – so tiny it only takes one of their hefty hands to have you completely overpowered.

But they’re as sweet as they can be – as sweet as your smaller body allows them to be when it so obviously isn’t meant to take their thicker fatter meaner cocks in its petite little holes – prepping you on tongues and big fingers until you’re as loose as you get before stuffing you with something that’s always going to be too big for you.

They have to tie your hands to something – where despite them being fruitless in their effort, they can become bothersome to leave free – often attaching them to the loop in your collar, so you keep them to yourself all cutely while they mark you with their fangs – making you into a pretty artwork with coarse fingers rubbing your perky little nipples into sore nubs.

You’re really just too cute; it’s cruel – looking up at them with those adorably big eyes and that button nose wrinkling on each little sniffle when you beg them to let you go. Lop-ears sadly framing your face – so soft in their hands and so sensitive it makes you bite your lip all preciously each time they give them a little nibble.

You sob under their touches – knees shaking – as one of them laps at your clit with a bearded chin tickling your puffy pussy-lips, gnawing some on the swollen flesh while slurping your hole. His thick and eager tongue paints through your slit again and again and again on an unrelenting repeat – similar to the eager tail whipping behind him – swallowing all your juice down – growling ferally at the maddening taste while your thighs sweetly tremble around his jaw.

Your other predator bites on the plump of your ass, leaving spotted rings in his wake. Cupping your buttcheeks – fully fitting in the palms of his mighty paws – he cards his claws into the fat and spreads them wide open for an attack on that pretty tight little ring hidden between them. You always whine so sweetly for him – your cute fluffy cottontail doing a little dance while he circles your rim with his tongue – warning you of what’s to come later in the day when he’s finally had the taunt hole fully stretched and as ready as it gets to take his fat knot.

He moans into you while thinking about it – about your cute bunny butt swallowing his meat and being blown full of his thick creampie. Going livid at the mere thought alone – his cock bobs impatiently against his happy trail while he forces restraint upon himself – knowing how if he tries splitting your poor little butt on his pole now, he’d most likely tear you in two.

Instead, he amuses himself by prodding the pretty hole with the tip of a very special golden carrot – fresh batteries turning your rim numb while he slides ring after thicker ring inside you until you close around the tuft of golden leaves at its end. Tugging on his cock impatiently, he places his head – fluffy pointy ear-down upon your belly – listening to the drums echo inside you as he turns the vibrations up high enough to feel it through your skin.

Of course, he wants to make sure that his precious little bunny is prepped and ready before subjugating you to a good butt-fuck – being kind enough to satisfy himself with your mouth until then – making you cry and choke around his thickness, swallowing his cock down your tight throat until your little nose burrow in the dark curls around his base – watching the pretty furrow between your brows beg for air as your eyes roll back and turn white with desperation.

He lets you suck his balls as mercy once you’ve choked him down long enough – to the point you’ve lost your pretty voice – gripping one of your lop ears, he holds it tightly by the base – thinking there's nothing cuter than spitting on your chubby bunny-face while you dizzily comfort yourself by nuzzling his sack so sweetly.

Your pussy is left alone after it’s made swollen by a handful of orgasms, but not before the abuser slaps his handiwork with a grin. He wipes his chin off your slick, then grabs your other free ear – messaging the softness as he pulls your mouth off the other’s sack and onto his cock – fucking the pocket of your cheek while you sob from their rough handlings – fearing they might just tear your poor ears off.

They both stand above you as you kneel for them by their feet, lolling your teary lips against their heavy balls – groaning as you give them all sloppy, open-mouthed kisses as they fight for space in your tiny mouth – telling you to beg for the cum stored inside while you slide you pink little tongue over them until they drip with your drool. Then, making your lip and mouth the spine of their shafts, sliding both fat manhoods between your plump lips until making you take one head at a time, licking the slit clean of slaty precum.

But more than childsplay with their cocks on your cute face, they like propping your other two holes – make you moan and cream on them – entirely obsessed with fucking you full of the two of them – pushing in so deep, they have you screaming and shaking in uncontrollable spasms as you clamp down hard around them.

It feels extra sweet when they fuck you at the same time – feeling the other through the wall separating the holes – timing their thrusts – pushing in until completely sheathed down to the base, bottomed-out with their knot swelling up inside you, pumping you full of hot cum before sloshing out – leaving you panting and twitching.

Both holes fluttering around their absence – they inspect them to see how good they have your little bunny-holes stretched – grinning at the sight of both entrances gaping for them as though they can’t wait to be taken by their big dicks – both chuckling deeply when seeing how much of their cum your tightness pushes out before they fuck it right back inside you again – completely mesmerized by the big belly bulge the two of them are making in your tiny body – taken and riveted by the thought of breeding you despite knowing that it would be impossible for you to carry either of their pups.

None of it keeps them from emptying the full value of their balls inside you for the umpteenth time – both of them slobbering at your neck while messaging you with big hands on your tits and hips, hissing out carnivorous desires your feeble constitution doesn’t understand before they sink their teeth down hard into the soft flesh of your vulnerable neck – claiming you as both their pretty little prey and silly little mate.

BNHA – EndMight, EndHawks, BakuDeku, KiriBaku, DabiHawks, ShigaDabi

JJK – Toji x Shiu, SatoSugu

HQ – Miya twins

DS – DouAka

HxH – HisoIllu

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onlyswan · 6 months

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summary: in which jungkook loves to see you smile and you are the god of mischief.

idol!jungkook x reader, est. relationship / fluff / word count: 2.6k

content/warnings: mention of childhood insecurity, mention of biting during s*x, jk is very touchy, they watch a movie and the guard thinks they’re doing sumn nasty bc they’re both a menace honestly 😭, jk accidentally bites his lower lip and bleeds

> in which masterlist!

note: hi !! this is a repost of a drabble i wrote two (?) years ago but accidentally deleted lololol so if you’ve read it before that’s why! but this is now an edited version with a new title <3

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“baby,”

jungkook calls your attention out of nowhere, pausing the movie playing on the tablet you’re holding. the frown painted on his face is difficult to miss.

“i have a question.”

“so randomly?” you raise an eyebrow. “ask me then.”

“why do you cover your face when you’re happy?”

the wide-eyed look of genuine curiosity on his face is identical to yesterday’s, when he asked you what the word ineffable meant after hearing it in a song.

the question prompts you to take a glance at the screen, where a sophisticated woman has a hand over her mouth as she giggles with her elite acquaintances about an old but classic rich husband joke.

“it’s not that it bothers me, i just- i’ve noticed it lately and i-i wish to see you smiling and laughing more freely, you know?” he tries his best to choose his words carefully, offering you a kind smile as he lovingly caresses your head. “it makes me happy when i see you happy.”

“oh,” you blink at him, mind going blank as you attempt to form an answer in your head. his touch isn’t exactly helping you either— you just want to melt into him and not think of anything at all, float on cloud-nine and stay there forever.

however, seeing as he asked you the question out of the blue, he must’ve been thinking about it a lot. you’ve only been dating for a few months, so it’s understandable for him to eagerly seek the answers to his curiosities and observations. if anything, it feels nice to learn he gives this much attention to you— possibly notices things you don’t even know about yourself. for a split second the thought crosses your mind, that beyond a consciousness, you are tangible and real.

“it’s a habit i guess? when my teeth were falling out for the first time as a kid, i became insecure, so i decided that i’d just smile without showing my teeth from then on. like this.”

you demonstrate by lifting up the corners of your lips.

“and yeah-”

as if he’s helplessly pulled by the magnet of attraction, he leans down to kiss you and interrupt your sentence.

“i’d cover my face when i couldn’t contain my smile or laugh. and even when they grew back, it felt weird. like my smile didn’t belong to my face? if that even makes sense.”

“yah, that’s not true! you’re very pretty whether you’re smiling, or crying and-” his warm hand cups your cheek, and he stupidly grins as he’s about to say something cheesy. “even when you’re just breathing.”

the corners of your lips rise again. this time, it’s genuine.

“oh? how romantic.” you scrunch your nose cutely, and his heart flutters.

you hold onto his wrist, revelling in the way his thumb softly traces shapes on your skin.

“i’m over that, though. it was so long ago. i don’t think about it obsessively anymore at least. it’s really just a habit i haven’t gotten rid of.” you reassure him, meaning every word that you say.

we all have our secrets and fears that we keep only to ourselves, that much is understood between the two of you. there are circumstances in which withholding information is necessary. however, the one big promise you made to each other is to never lie. honesty and trust. ease and consolation. every word, every syllable hanging from your lips an addition to the naked history of your love. passed down stories. confessions. blurry memories. shutter sounds. curses. laughter. song dedications. that much is true.

“why are you looking at me like that?” you bite the inside of your cheek to conceal a smile, beguiled by his love drunk eyes seemingly stunned by your mere presence beside him.

“like what, baby?”

you shy away from his gaze. “like you’re either thinking that i hang the stars on the sky every night… or that you want to eat me alive.”

to confirm your words true, he takes your hand and sinks his teeth on the flesh of your palm where your thumb is connected. his wide doe eyes peer at you innocently, sparkling like of a little kid eating the fluffy pancakes he’s been craving since last night.

the latter might sound like a joke to others, but jungkook does eat you alive. almost. basically. you’re not even shocked at the act anymore. soon enough, you’ll memorize the mark of his teeth carving their mark on your skin, both in sexual and non-sexual setting.

“babe,” you send him a bewildered stare. “i really don’t think i taste as good as you make me out to be.”

he parts away with his eyebrows knitted in disagreement. “not true. you’re yummy.”

“oh, shut up!” you burst into a fit of giggles. your hands automatically attempts to fly to your face, but he has your wrists bound with his secure grip. you don’t resist. you only laugh harder when your sight lands on your hands tangled together.

“there’s ____’s beautiful smile.” he coos, proceeding to pepper your face with appreciative kisses.

and you fold. your back lands on the soft mattress, and your belly starts aching from laughter when he purposely blows on the spot on your neck where you’re most ticklish. hot tears gather at the corner of your eyes, and jungkook watches them fall down your temples as his lips graze your skin and your body shakes underneath him.

tears of joy and pleasure are the only tears you’re going to shed, he promises himself. you’re going to smile and make flowers bloom everyday, he promises you and the earth.

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your teeth chattering from the cold is a shy away from your awkward smile, he notices the endearing resemblance as you shiver beside him.

“hmm, what did i tell you about cinema one?” he teasingly asks as he draws back the armrest that serves as a divider between the two of you.

“that it’s fucking cold in there-” you surrender, tone sounding annoyed. “here. whatever!”

“and who still decided to wear their smallest pieces of clothing?” he continues to taunt you while he pulls you into his body’s natural warmth.

you sigh, whether it’s in relief or annoyance, you’re not quite sure.

“i just wanted to wear my new cute clothes.” you whisper-shout.

the giant screen is still playing trailers of the upcoming movies this year, and you’re already mentally updating your calendar to accommodate them despite your hectic schedule. a two-hour vacation, you would always describe films.

he chuckles, and more shivers run down your spine at the deep and raspy sound being so close to your ear. “you do look cute today, baby.”

he catches the cloth of your skirt between his fingers, and somehow, he ends up squeezing the soft flesh of your thigh. you swallow thickly, unconsciously closing your thighs together and trapping his hand in between them.

“thank you, handsome.” you grip his wrist to move it away. you tut. “no silly business, though. i really want to watch this movie.”

his shoulders drop dramatically in disappointment. “okay… want to sit on my lap so i can keep you warm then?”

you look behind you to see that there’s no people sitting on your side, so no one’s view would get blocked if you were to agree to his proposition. the room is practically empty, with a few scattered people sitting on the sides.

you spend the first fifteen minutes of the movie in comfort and bliss, with your boyfriend’s arms wrapped around you. he took off his jacket earlier, and he splayed it over your lap as to not neglect the goosebumps rising all over your freezing legs.

“so stubborn,” jungkook muttered under his breath while he was taking off the jacket, an amused smile etched on his lips. you would’ve felt bad, but you knew he likes doing these things for you, so you only playfully stuck your tongue out at him.

look, to be fair, it is your first time in this cinema. you’ve been on many dates at this theater with jungkook, but for some reason, you’ve never watched a movie in cinema one until tonight. it’s cold in the other three cinemas as well, the kind of cold you’ve gotten comfortable with, so when jungkook booked the tickets last night and told you ‘it’s really cold in there, wear something warmer,’ you thought he was just being ridiculous.

hah, how cold could it possibly be? right?

fine, jungkook is right. you are stubborn.

and you prove it once more when a flashlight shines over your face. the security guard holding it approaches your seat- wait, no, jungkook’s seat. jungkook is your seat. what?!

“i’m sorry, but only one person can sit on the chair. please comply.”

you trace the direction of her eyes to find jungkook’s hands tucked underneath the jacket on your lap, resting on your inner thighs to steal their warmth. you send him a sharp glare, but it doesn’t affect him one bit. he only shrugs, obviously hiding a smirk as he pretends to be the most innocent person in the room.

you pull up the armrest next to you with a pout, slipping back into your original seat against your wishes.

“he was just warming up his hands. i promise!” you whisper not so subtly to the guard.

she only clears her throat and awkwardly nods in response, walking up the stairs to observe the rest of the movie watchers.

you bury your face in your hands as your body vibrates with mirth mixed with humiliation, and jungkook’s jaw nearly falls on the floor.

“sometimes i can’t believe you’re real. how do you never get shy?”

“i was just clearing things up!” you whine, hitting his arm using the side of a closed fist, which he massages with a squeaked ‘ouch.’ “you’re the one who put me in a compromising situation!”

“well, nobody told me taking care of my girlfriend was a crime!”

you carry on with watching the movie after that embarrassing scene, and you’ve forgotten that you’re cold until you’re uncontrollably shivering again. you begin rubbing your arms in a pathetic attempt to get rid of the goosebumps, but you eventually abandon all hope.

you sadly look over at your boyfriend to plead for help once more, but he has gotten too engrossed with the film to feel a pair of shaking pupils beseech him intensely. he finally opened the box of popcorn he’s been saving for the climax.

and he was the one who wanted to do something other than watch the movie.

you grimace.

you are no stranger to his confusing attention span.

after carefully studying the room to ensure the guard is no longer in sight, you unceremoniously climb on jungkook’s lap again. your actions cause some pieces of popcorn to fall from the box, and he scrambles to stuff them all in his mouth before the powder stains any of your clothes. yours are new, after all.

his face displays a puzzled expression, screaming i thought this was supposed to be a compromising situation?! and his soft rosy cheeks on the other hand-

“you look like a chipmunk who got caught in the headlights stealing food with its mouth full.”

the screen flashes a frame of the clear, blue sky in the aftermath of a ferocious storm. it sends the fleeting sunlight to shine on your face— just long enough for him to capture the image of how pretty you are when you giggle, and most of all, how your hand moves to cover your face, but drops on his arm before it could reach its intended destination.

he recognizes it as a conscious effort, and he feels a tug in his heart. his sweet, precious lover. you will never do anything wrong in his eyes, he thinks to himself as he hugs you closer for a kiss. the feeling of your smile against his lips might just be one of his most favorite things in the world.

he pulls away with a toothy grin to match yours, offering you the box of popcorn. the beautiful smile you claimed to not belong on your face lingers as you turn it down and sip on the lemonade instead. and then it simmers down to your usual mellow smile, to a deep frown, until your lips quiver as the resolution of the film reduces you into a puddle of tears.

jungkook likes to keep mental notes about you.

an excerpt from today:

1. how to make ____ smile? act cute.!! :)

2. how to make ____ cry? watch a son and mother reunite after eighteen long years.

p.s. i think i cried harder, but quieter ????

3. how to make ____ angry mad furious? kill off the said mother unnecessarily at the end of the movie for the sake of shu shock value.

the lights turn on all at the same time as the credits start rolling down on the plain black screen. your body slumps back on your boyfriend, drained by the series of overwhelming events that transpired in the past two hours. he waves his hand infront of your face, but your eyes remain unfocused and unblinking.

“this is the worst movie i have ever seen in my life. four out of five stars.”

he snorts at your unseriousness. “that is the most stars you’ve given this month. and it’s the 29th.”

“see? it’s the worst! i’m going to have nightmares!” you cry out with an exaggerated shudder, grabbing his forearms to envelope yourself in his embrace.

“honestly, pushing her off the cliff was a bit too mu-” his sentence gets rudely cut off when your shoulder accidentally hits his chin. you scrambled to go back to your seat, and this escalated to him accidentally biting the inside of his lower lip. the unusual mix of the bitter and salty taste of metal permeates his tongue as an unexplainable expression spreads across his face.

on the other hand, you’re too preoccupied with mischievously smiling at the guard standing down on the floor. she measures you up with a displeased look worse than earlier’s, but much to your relief, she proceeds to walk out after scanning the room one last time.

“baby!” jungkook yells in pain to grab your attention, jutting out his bottom lip to show you the wound that you inflicted.

“oh my god- shit, shit, shit-” you curse, digging your hand in your bag in search of your handkerchief. “i’m so sorry!”

you press the cloth on the bleeding, profusely apologizing to him with a wince. “i panicked! i’m sorry, i’m sorry!”

he pushes your wrist away for a moment, doe eyes squinting at you accusingly. “you just wanted to play around with her, didn’t you?”

you chew on your bottom lip, the sight of blood that has stained the handkerchief sends a pang of guilt across your chest. “sorry… her face- she was just so funny.”

“fuck, why are you like this?!” he throws his head back with a bright laugher that echoes throughout the theater. “ah, you’re so adorable!”

“come back here!” you scold him, holding his face in your hands to crane it back down.

he juts out his bottom lip again, but his body continues to vibrate with lighthearted chortles.

“does it hurt?”

“it hurts…! i think i might seriously cry!” he answers despite his high tolerance for pain, distorting the truth so that he could drown himself in the gratifying feeling of being doted on by you.

he writes another mental note as you inspect his wound, repetitive bloopers playing in the background of the love bubble the two of you share.

4. ____ likes playing games with strangers. must protect with my life.

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lewisvinga · 3 months

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favorite girls | alex albon x fem! reader x lily muni he!

summary; after y/n says a special fact about her relationship with alex and lily, everyone seems to misinterpret it as her getting in between their relationship. luckily, her boyfriend, girlfriend, and their grid friends are always there to defend her.

fc; emilia mernes

warnings; slut shaming, cursing

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs

note; requested ! i love me some alex n lily

masterlist !

liked by yourusername, lilymhe, and others!

alex_albon: my favorite girls. both of them, always and forever. ( p.s. lily and i made the FIRST move before she realized we loved her after manyyyyy hints and tries )

tagged; yourusername, lilymhe

lilymhe: y/n is such a pretty angel then you added a pic of me in pjs and w my dino

alex_albon: ‘that’s my y/n dino i can’t leave her🥺🥺’

yourusername: AWE LILSSSS

lilymhe:we gave her so many hints and it wasn’t until we kissed her that she finally realized 🕊️🕊️

alex_albon: she’s so stupidly cute 😞😞

yourusername: to be fair, lily is just super affectionate and alex is flirty without trying , how was i supposed to know🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

landonorris: when drunk alex and lily kept ranting to me about how much they love you while you were right next to me???

yourusername: i too was tipsy , norris !

yourusername: love u both sm💖💖 my fave ppl in the whole wide world 🥹🫶

alex_albon: love you both so much too❤️

lilymhe: AWEE I LOVE YOUU BOTH🥹

username: now i see why y/n said lily is like a puppy

username: #y/ndefenderuntildeath liked by alex_albon & lilymhe!

username: they’re so goals

username: the way they both pulled a bad bitch like y/n really had y’all questioning if they made the first move or not 😭

username: y/n honestly has looked happier ever since dating them! and even her aesthetic has been sm more colorful!

username: my parents 😖

landonorris: love u guys n all but u guys are gross

yourusername: aweee landooo ( ignoring the last part )

alex_albon: he’s just jealous i have 2 pretty gfs and he has none!

landonorris: LEAVE ME ALONE

username: lily and y/n give me a gay panic

username: idk if i wanna be them or be with them

username: u guys need a fourth?? or a dog??? or a cat??😁😁

username: i still don’t like y/n. she gives me such an ick. swear she just ruined their relationship.

landonorris: well you give me the ick but you don’t see me commenting on your posts! y/n has made lily and alex very happy, so please fuck off.

georgerussell63: y/n is such a sweet girl, ask carmen, or literally anyone else on the grid! she’s loved by all of us and most importantly, alex and lily love her. frankly, your opinion doesn’t matter!

charles_leclerc: we don’t know you so it seems like your comment is irrelevant 😊😊😊 you clearly don’t know alex or lily well enough to know how happy they are with her! keep your irrelevant opinions to yourself next time 😁

lilymhe: yeah, what they said!

yourusername: awh, my boyfriends boyfriends are so nice 🩷

alex_albon: gross lando isn’t my boyfriend

landonorris: u know u want to baby😘😘

alex_albon: stay away from me norizz ❌

georgerussell63: so i’m your bf? 😦

charles_leclerc: and me?😧

lilymhe: that makes carmen and alexandra our gfs LETS GOOO🙌🙌

carmenmmundt: LETS GOO🤗

alexandrasaintmleux: GIRLIES FTW🎉🎉🎉

yourusername: i like this comment thread 😊

#formula one x reader #f1 x reader #f1 smau #f1 scenario #formula one scenarios #f1 imagine #formula one imagines #formula one imagine #f1 scenarios #formula one social media au #alex albon smau #alex albon scenarios #alex albon x reader #lily muni he x reader

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f10werfae · 1 year

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Bimbo Babe

pairing: Steve Rogers x Bimbo!Reader

Summary: Y/n stupidly keeps shoving her tits and pussy into Steve’s face until he finally has enough and has to have them smothering his face (Dom!Steve) (Mean!Steve)

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated/Disclaimer 18+

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“Thank you Stevie” Y/n beamed naively, leaning up to press a glossy kiss onto the man’s stubbled cheek, feeling his large hands pull down her skirt once again. “Stop showin’ your ass off like the slut you are, s’not funny” He warned cocking a brow as she stared back seemingly innocent, “What you don’t like it?” She frowned turning around and wiggling her hips against him, not only was she a bimbo, but a tease.

“No panties either? Leaking all over my hand like a broken fountain, you really are a bimbo” He taunted letting his hands feel through her slick folds, all her juicy goodness lathering him in her sweet earthy scent. “Can’t help it, she needs attention” Y/n sighed out, she may not be the smartest woman, but she knew how to get her way; even with Steve Rogers.

Having joined the compound a few months prior as an assistant to Tony, Y/n found herself drawn to the blonde man in the tight blue suit, his bulge and ass teasing the world with each stretch. Their first intimate encounter was one to be remembered,,,

Steve had walked into the compounds laundry room to see Y/n with her tits out of her dress, her hands massaging them tenderly as she hissed out in pain, something about her period coming. “Can you help my tits Stevie? They’re so sore” She whined pressing her breasts together, the blue eyed man standing there wide eyes and bushy tailed, his cheeks a nice hue of pink as he nodded. Walking over he buried his face between her tits, letting himself be smothered by them, her scent filling his nostrils as he pushed the tits to fully cover his ears. His head moving around to suck on each globe evenly, even pushing the nipples together so he could suck them both at the same time, massaging the skin around them to help with her tension.

Spitting down the valley of her breasts he would make her suck her own nipple, joining her and kissing with it between their lips.

“Hmm thank you honey, they feel way better now” Y/n giggled after a good half an hour of Steve just playing and sucking her tits, simply putting them back into her top and walking away as if nothing had happened. As if what happened was somewhat normal, that’s when Steve clocked onto her somewhat lack of intelligence. Although it seemed as if she was only like that to Steve, dumbed out and ready to be taken.

“I think she’s just tingly, can you feel her out?” She whimpered pulling her skirt all the way up, exposing her pussy and ass to Steve, his fingers going in slow circles on her swollen lips, his other arm wrapping around her waist to bring her back closer to him; but this clearly wasn’t the best position.

Within seconds he had lifted her onto the counter, her pussy lips slightly parted against the cool marble as he bent down to look at her cunt, her little clit peeking out shyly as he smirked and leant closer to give it a kiss; watching on as he visibly saw her clench around nothing. “She’s so cute, it’s like she wants to kiss me back” Steve taunted using his pointer finger to rub slowly on her button, his lips kissing Y/n’s cheek sweetly.

Y/n could do nothing but squirm and whine at the sensation, her poor little head couldn’t even fathom the way he was touching her, all she knew was that it felt good and she wanted nothing more than for him to keep going. Turning her head she caught his lips with hers, pecking his reddish lips softly before throwing her head back as she felt his finget prod at her hole.

“Maybe you can put one in? Please”

“I don’t think so, I think i’m going to kiss your pretty pussy until she gives out on my tongue” He kissed his teeth once she jerked her hips forward, if this was the only time he’d be able to do this, he sure was going to savour it. Y/n spread open her pussy, the flesh glistening with her arousal, her face huffed and pouted out desperately.

Bending down Steve placed an open mouthed kiss right onto her cunt, his eyes trained on hers as she gasped, with his tongue pushing out spit to wetten her folds; strings connected his mouth to her warm soft centre. “First I caught you playing with yours tits, now your ass was hanging out, what’s next? You’re naked waitin for me on my bed?”

“I did that yesterday, but you weren’t home” She whispered spitting down onto his tongue which was outstretched, using her own saliva to soak her pussy. “Yeah? Is that why when I got home my pillows were wet? Did you fuck yourself dumb on my pillow?”

“Mhm I-I did” She whimpered as he pushed his tongue in deeper, licking a stripe up to her clit, his mouth suctioning around it to suck gently. “My dumb little baby, walking around half naked like some whore, aren’t I right?” He growled against her thigh as he sucked on it to leave a purplish bruise, putting a matching one on the other thigh, wanting nothing more than for her thighs to clamp around his head to smother him just like her tits.

“I’m not dumb! Im- Ow!” Y/n squealed feeling his teeth sink into her thighs, “Don’t play stupid with me, you’re my bimbo babe, my fuckslut” He smirked giving her pussy another passionate kiss, making her jealous that it wasn’t her actual lips receiving the same attention. It wasn’t long until his kisses turned into a makeout with her cunt, his tongue sucking and licking her clit, as if he was sucking her tongue; which was yet to happen but she hoped it’d be soon.

Y/n felt her stomach start to coil, his slow sensual kissed overstimulating her clit to a point of craziness, his hands locked onto her tits which he had grabbed out of her top, tugging on her nipples as if he was trying to milk them. “Come on baby, wet my tongue with your perfect pussy, m’ getting thirsty; or else i’ll havta knock you up n’ drink from those pretty tits instead”

Honestly Y/n didn’t mind either or, her brain clouded with nothing but want for the man in front of her, want that had started all those months ago.

Picking up the pace he started motor-boating her pussy, squeals and grunts leaving her lips as his tongue went crazy, his face covered in her juices. Steve chuckled like a mad man at the feeling of her thighs finally clamping around his head, her hole sucking in his tongue as she came around it, her body shuddering with each release.

“That’s my pretty bimbo, next I want your ass on my face, can ya do that for me or do I need to show you how to do that too?” I mean he does have America’s ass,,,

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psa: I think this is my first Steve Rogers fic? Hope I did it justice😭

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milesmolasses · 11 months

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they’re just people (42miles x african!reader)

— this was a request that I very stupidly deleted

— idek how I fricken did it bruh just read the fic 😭

— miles is nervy cause he’s meeting ur family.

— ⚠️: unedited, reader and miles are aged up to be 17-18 (because it makes sense. what african parent do you know who is letting their child date at 15??), miles having a cute moment with his mom <3

— “senator style” dressing is very common among men in nigeria. look it up and you’ll see what i’m talking about

“you need to calm down.”

you could feel the anxiety radiating off of your boyfriend from a mile away as he was pacing up and down your room, while throwing around a bean bag he found in your drawer. he had quietly snuck in through a window while you were getting ready just to rant to you about how nervous he was.

a birthday party.

your mother had told you to bring him to a birthday party being held for your cousins at a venue. she thought it would be a nice idea to see how he would interact with the rest of your family (and to see if he was any good with children.) in miles' head, he was hoping for a small get-together like you had when you met his mom and uncle.

as he came over to you and and wrapped his arms around your waist he said, “mami, tell me to calm down one more time and I might explode.”

“eww don’t do that I don’t wanna have to clean up your guts,” you joked as you turned to kiss his cheek.

turning around in his arms, you pushed him away from you slightly to examine what was in front of you. miles was freshly dressed in a matching blue “senator style” shirt and pants. you reached for his newly braided braids as you brought them forward to lay on his shoulders. “you look extremely handsome. they’re going to like you, okay?”

he huffed as he rolled his shoulder back, a little tense from all the worrying he’s been doing. “okay.”

when miles snuck out your window and went back to his own home, his mother caught a glimpse of what he was wearing.

“wow, te ves bien. where are you going?” his mother asked sounding impressed by how her son had cleaned up so nicely.

“i’m meeting the parents…” he mumbled looking at the floor. she could tell his nerves were getting the best of him by how his eyes were darting around the room and not maintaining eye contact.

“oh wow, that’s why you’re dressed like this huh?”

“yup”

Rio sighed as she went up to her son, placing both her hands to rest upon his shoulders.

“miles, you listen to me. they are just people. they can’t hurt you, okay? and judging by the person they raised, they’re good people,” she reassured him the best she could as she slid her hands down his arms, rubbing small circles to sooth him.

“what if they don’t like me?”

Rio sighed as her eyes darted to the side, thinking of what to say. she suddenly stepped away from miles as she put her index and thumb on her chin. she began to circle around miles, examining everything about him.

miles could only stand there confused as to why his mom was inspecting every inch of his body. “uh.. ma?” she put a finger to her lips to shush him, still looking and studying him while deep in thought. until she finally came to a stop right in front of him.

“mmk now, ask me what I see when i look at you.”

“ma w-what are you-”

“shhh play along! now ask me what I see, ¡vamos!”

miles threw his arms up and let them fall down in defeat. “fine, what d’ you see mami?”

Rio smiled as she grabbed her sons hands into her own.

“I see the boy I raised,” she explained. “I see him in all his glory on his way to navigate the world he’s been given.”

"I see him trying his best understand what it means to have feelings — what it means to love someone. I see someone who cares enough to immerse himself in a different culture than the one he has all for the sake of a special someone."

she looked down as she continued, “I see a talented, intelligent, kind, respectful little boy who’s not so little anymore. I see someone I couldn't be more proud of, and y’know what—?” she lifted her head so her eyes could meet his, “if they can’t see what I see, están locos.”

miles couldn’t help the soft smile he had on his face as he looked into her sincere eyes. pulling his mom into him, he hugged her and gave her a small kiss on her head.

“te quiero, mami”

“ay mami please I gotta go-!”

“in a minute!”

you stood outside smiling with your hands crossed over your chest watching the scene in front of you; miles mother trying to make him look more presentable by straightening out his shirt and tucking away any miss placed hairs on his head as best as she could.

when she finally kissed her son goodbye and started her way back to the bus stop, she quickly waved and smiled at you before speed-walking to catch the next bus. there were people from your family all outside the venue, chatting each other up and taking pictures, and suddenly this all felt very real to miles.

taking a deep breath, he crossed the street and made his way over to you.

“hi baby,” you swiftly linked your arm around his and gave him a small kiss on the cheek.

“damn, how many people you got in your family ma?” he took a quick look inside through the windows and saw a hefty amount of people, which didn’t make this any easier for him.

“don’t worry, most of these people aren’t actually family. they’re more like family friends who we call aunties, uncles, and cousins,” you explained.

“okay okay, yeah sure,” miles let out a breath that he didn’t even know he was holding in. he started to look around at all the people outside the venue: they all looked so extravagant in long fitted dresses, and in suits that matched or looked similar to what he was wearing. all of the adults mingled with each other, and children were beginning to group off and mess around.

miles felt a bit like a fraud; like he didn’t belong there. this was all new territory for him. of course he had a few african friends in middle school, but he never really had to face their culture head-on like he was now. when he tried listening to what people were saying, he heard a few english words incorporated into their sentences, but he hadn't a clue on what was being communicated.

he couldn't stop the doubts that began to cloud his mind as he looked around him. doubts that he wasn't the kind of guy your parents wanted you dating, that he couldn't live up to their expectations. doubts that told him in big bold letters, "you don't belong here."

miles' facial expressions and body language often gave away what he was thinking, so when you noticed him begin to shrink slightly, him rapidly tapping his thigh, and his lip twitching slightly, you saw right through him. grabbing his hand, you gave him a small squeeze of affection, and soon enough, you were leading him through the doors of the venue, dodging people and children as you made your way through.

you led him right to your table which your parents saved for you and your siblings, plus miles.

as he saw your parents seated at the table, the first person he noticed was your father's presence. he took notice of the stoic look on his face, and his hand on the table which was intertwined with your mother's.

"hey guysss," you greeted with a smile as you dragged miles over to the table. "this is milesss, the boy I was telling you about."

you could feel miles tense ever so slightly as his father held his gaze.

"good evening sir, my name is miles," he introduced himself with a small smile.

“thank god this boy even knows how to greet,” your father said while nodding in approval.

when he reached his hand out for miles to shake, miles thought to himself, “okay, making progress.”

taking his hand, he gave a firm handshake to your father to which he nodded in approval again. turning to your mother, he extended his hand and said hello and was met with a softer touch and welcoming smile.

“I like your hair,” she mentioned, her hand gesturing to the two braids rested on his shoulder.

miles smiled as he look down to his braids. “thank you, my mom actually does these for me.”

“tell her i said she did well,” she complimented.

“please, sit down i’m sure the food will soon be ready, and then we will see what we can take home with us,” your mother mumbled that last part directed to your father, but you still heard and laughed.

“so, miles, we have been told many good things about you. you want to study physics?” your father asked.

miles squeezed your hand under the table, eyebrows raised in shock. “you guys talk about me?” he felt his heart swell at the mental image of you even mentioning him to your parents — especially your mom.

“of course na, our daughter comes up to us and tells us she’s been seeing a boy — how can we not talk about you?” your mother asked rhetorically. you could see the small almost unnoticeable smirk etching onto miles face. he would never let you hear the end of this.

after almost half an hour of talking, laughing, (mainly between you, miles, and your mother), and getting to know one another, miles started to feel much more relaxed. words started flowing out of him much easier than before, and he even managed to make your dad crack a smile with one of his silly jokes. miles nerves and doubts slowly but surely began to dissipate as the night went on; relief washed over his entire body.

it wasn't until your mother covered him in a layer of fear 4x as heavy as the one he just washed off.

“ah! see your cousin!” you mother told you. you looked in the direction she was looking and saw a toddler running around and giggling.

“why don’t the both of you go and say hi!”

she knew exactly what she was doing.

— bro idk what’s wrong but I really don’t like this (¬_¬)

— but I tried

— idek why but i think the other one was SOOO much better

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wynnyfryd · 11 months

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it’s what the people deserve

@steddieas-shegoes said i owed her and @wormdebut some smut as payment for subjecting them to @steddiemicrofic angst, so here ya go, ya nasties (affectionate). an absolutely feral little rewrite i did forever ago where eddie replaces nancy in the s1 post-swimming sex scene. rated e, obviously, minors go away

“Ow!” Steve winces, wrenching back from the kiss. His fingers reach up to touch the wound. “Munson, what the fuck?”

Eddie did that. Bit his lip until he bled.

He grins and swings a leg over Steve’s lap, shoving him down onto the bed. Steve looks up at him through long lashes, tries to look haughty despite the blush blooming across his cheeks. Eddie leans in and licks a hot stripe up the side of his neck.

Steve makes a disgusted noise in the back of his throat, but his hips jerk all the same.

“Thought you were gonna just lure me up here and pull all your King Steve moves on me, huh?” Eddie teases, sucking a bruise into the spot behind Steve’s ear. “You want to bet I can guess all your little tricks? Bet I know exactly how it goes when you get all those cute, breakable girls in your bed. Let’s see…”

He shifts in Steve’s lap, wiggling further down. Peppering gentle kisses to the underside of Steve’s jaw.

“You probably start off real soft and sweet with them, don’t you? Get ‘em all nice and relaxed ‘til they’re moaning pretty in your ear.”

He reaches down, grabs both of Steve’s hands and brings them up to either side of Steve’s head, pressing them into the mattress and interlocking their fingers. Steve’s chest heaves under him, eyes wide and dreamy beneath those long lashes, his lips full and flush. Just waiting for Eddie’s tongue to slide back in.

Eddie holds back. Hovers with his mouth just over Steve’s. “Bet you say stupidly sincere shit to them, too, don’t you? Bet you say the dumbest stuff. ‘God, you’re so beautiful,’” he mocks on a breathy moan.

Steve’s eyes flutter shut.

“Go on,” Eddie goads as he grinds his hips down, lines their hard-ons up between them; pressing through the thin fabric of his borrowed sweatpants, oh, fuck. “Tell me what the girls say to that.”

Steve bucks up into him with a long, low groan, his head tipped back. Eddie bites at his adams apple.

“They don’t— unh— they don’t say anything,” Steve whines, wrapping a leg around Eddie’s hip to pull him closer, rolling up into him in a slow, filthy circle. Eddie squeezes Steve’s hands, feels his cock twitch in his pants. Christ, he’s leaking so fucking much.

“They’d be- be too into it to think,” Steve says, and he’s moving faster now, rubbing Eddie’s cock into the growing wet spot between them. “They’d just say please.”

It’s the ‘please’ that does it. Steve says it on a broken moan — a whimper, high-pitched and filled with such need that Eddie cums in his pants. Right then and there; his whole body stiffens as his hips jolt under Steve’s bent leg, and he buries his face into Steve’s neck with an embarrassed sound.

“Oh, my— oh, my fucking god,” Steve laughs. Like, really laughs, his shoulders shaking under Eddie’s weight, and when Eddie looks up his smile is all teeth and tongue, his eyes squeezed shut. “Oh, my god, you actually just came in your pants.”

“Shut up! Shut the fuck up,” Eddie hisses, scrambling to clap a hand over Steve’s mouth. Steve just bites it, digs his teeth into the meat of Eddie’s palm until he yelps and pulls away; payback for earlier, and Steve doesn’t look sorry at all as he lifts his head to lick the wound.

“You’re a feral little fucker,” Eddie huffs, hiding in the bend of Steve’s neck again.

“Oh?” Steve asks. He slides his hand down between them, squeezes Eddie’s wet dick in his wet pants. Like rubbing a dog’s nose in a piss stain on the new carpet. “And you’re not?”

“Fuck off, holy shit.”

“Mm,” Steve murmurs, “I’d rather fuck you.”

He sits up then, flipping their positions so Eddie’s laid out beneath him, his spent dick twitching in the cooling mess in his pants. “Guess I’ll have to, anyway. You know. Since you’re already out of commission.”

#feral demon 4 feral demon hours #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steddie smut #steddie fic #steddie drabble #steddie au

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devildomditzy · 11 months

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“Are you sure this will work?”

“Cmoooon, it’s foolproof! When have I ever let ya down?”

You raise your eyebrows at him, giving him a pointed look.

“Okay, I let ya down one time.”

You raise your eyebrows higher.

“Alright, alright! A couple of times. But this time I’ve got it locked down, I promise!”

You look away from him, a bit peeved he was making you the ‘main component’ to his next ‘big scheme’.

Try as you might, you can’t say no to him. This little bastards got you wrapped around his finger.

He gives you that look. You know the one. The one that always lets him get his way. The one that instantly makes you fold.

You let out a defeated sigh, “Okay, fine. I’ll do it.”

“Yes!”, he cheers as you watch him bounce excitedly around the room, quickly starting to toss various things aside on his messy floor seemingly looking for supplies? of some kind?

When he turns back to you, he’s got new ambition in his eyes.

“Right, step number one, we gotta get Asmo to getcha all dolled up.”

He gives what you can only describe as an evil little chuckle as he grabs your wrist and pulls you along towards the avatar of lust’s room.

“Hiiii”, Asmo sings as he opens the door to greet you. “I’m guessing you couldn’t say no to him again?”

You give Asmo a defeated, but annoyed look that says ‘don’t even start’.

He defensively throws up his hands. “Ooo, didn’t mean to touch a nerve there, hon!”

“Yeah yeah, their nerves are touched or whatever ya just said.” Mammon essentially pushes you into Asmo’s arms, cause you to indignantly huff at him. “Just hop to it, woula ya? We’re burnin’ daylight here!”

“Now now Mammon, is that anyway to talk to your lovely partner?”

“P-partner!? Whaddya mean partner? They’re just some stupid-“

Your deadly glare cuts him off completely.

“S-stupidly amazin’! Great human! So perfect! Did I mention you were amazin’?”

“Mammon?”

“Y-yeah?”

“Shut up.”

“That’s fair.”

The second born leaves you in the hands of the fifth as he promptly fucks off to who knows where to gather who knows what for this “plan”.

Asmo practically shoves you down into his vanity chair, eyes sparkling with delight as he looks you over, hand grabbing your jaw and titling your head side to side as if appraising a jewel.

“Now, tell me. What did you get yourself into this time, love?”

“Ugh, I agreed to help with another one of his stupid “money making” ideas… if you can even call stealing from unsuspecting drunks an idea.”

“So you’re going to be robbing people?”

“Yes? No? I don’t know. I’m just the distraction. The ‘eye candy’ he said. While I’m busy chatting up whoever, he’s gonna swipe their wallets.”

“You know hon, you don’t have to go along with his stupidity just to make him like you.”

“I know”, you sigh. “It just… it’s makes him so happy!”

“And so does his credit card! Just wave that in front of his face for a few seconds, it’ll have the same effect. Trust me, I’ve tried. And succeeded.”

You cross your arms, looking down, suddenly finding the floor very interesting as your brain works overtime thinking about him.

“I know… I guess I just wanted to be the reason why he’s happy.”

Asmo gives you a knowing smile, shaking his head. “What am I gonna do with you two? Ugh, it’s so cute I can barely take it!”

“What’s so cute?”

Asmo doesn’t just laugh at that, he cackles. He doubles over, tears in his eyes.

“Honey, if you don’t think we all can’t see this silly little back and forth you two are caught up in, you’re as delusional as Levi was when he thought he’d won a meet and greet with his favorite idol.”

“Wasn’t that another one of Mammon’s schemes?”

“Maybe..”, he leads off with a devilish lit in his voice.

You remain quiet as a small smile finds its way to his face and he shakes his head at you.

“You’re both ridiculous.”

Asmo grabs your shoulders, twisting the chair so you fully face the mirror. He runs a hand through your hair, staring into your reflection.

“How abouutttt, instead of getting you all made up to go to some dingy bar with my idiot brother, we get you all made up for my idiot brother, huh?”

“I dunno Asmo, he’s probably not even gonna notice.”

“Nonsense! When I’m done with you those drunks won’t be the only ones who are distracted.”, he says with a wink.

His smile? Devious.

It isn’t too long, probably a little over an hour before you hear banging on Asmo’s door.

“Oi! Are ya almost done in there? We’re on a tight schedule!”

“Why don’t you come in and see for yourself?”, Asmo questions in a dangerous voice.

Mammon is staring down at his D.D.D, typing with one hand as he opens the door with the other, so he doesn’t immediately see you.

But when he does

“Well…What do you think?”

Your voice comes out much shyer than you had hoped for, but you force yourself to look at him, knowing your face was on fire.

His eyes are wide behind his sunglasses as he just makes this unreadable face. One you don’t know what to make of.

“I uh, ya look uh.. I gotta”, he stammers before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath and…

“I forgot somethin’ in my room! Ya, just uh, gotta go grab it. Real important. And uh, you know what? You don’t have to come with me! The Great Mammon’s decidin’ to fly solo on this one, ha ha! Sooo…”

You watch him awkwardly back out of the room, shutting the door behind him before you hear him waking away. And then you hear that walk turn into a run.

“Well?”, Asmo nudges you, “Go after him, silly.”

“But Asmo-“

“We both know exactly why he acted like that. Stop worrying so much.” He gives you a genuinely warm smile. “Everyone knows that he likes you”.

Though nervous and maybe trembling slightly, you still manage to make your way to Mammon’s room. You hear shuffling inside that quickly halts when you knock.

“Mammon?”, you question when you get no actual response. “It’s me, can I come in?”

Still nothing, but you swear you hear him lean up against the door.

“I thought I was the ‘main component’ to this scheme. Now you don’t want me to be a part of it?”

You can’t hide to subtle hurt in your voice, one that makes him make some kind of groaning noise before promptly opening the door.

“Mammon I- woah!”, you stumble as he grabs you by the wrist once more, pulling you into his room quickly and slamming the door behind you.

He turns his back to you, eyes closed, one hand pinching the bridge of his nose, clearly frustrated.

“Mammon…”

“Listen, ya can’t… I can’t have ya goin’…”

He makes another annoyed noise before turning to face you.

“Ya can’t go out lookin’ like that okay! Especially to some seedy ass dive bar!”

“Why not? Isn’t this what you wanted? This was the whole plan right? I flirt with people, you take their wallets, we run before Lucifer hears anything about it.”

“Yeah, but-“

“Now I wasted all this time getting ready and you don’t wanna do this anymore?”

“It’s not tha-“

“I thought we were like, partners in crime. Maybe I was stupid for thinking that.”

The disappointment in your voice makes him crack.

“Ya look too damn good, okay?! I’m not lettin’ ya go cause I’m not lettin’ any of those assholes touch ya, let alone look at ya!”

His face is cherry red, and his arms are crossed as he keeps his eyes promptly shut. He looks as if he’s bracing for impact. Bracing for your response.

“I got to thinkin’ bout it after I dropped ya with Asmo and just… the thought of you sayin’ all that sweet stuff you say to me to a couple of nobodies just so I could swipe their pocketbooks? I couldn’t…ya can’t….ya can’t say that stuff to anybody else, got it?”

He seems to let out the breath he’s been holding.

“Specially not lookin’ like that. I mean, ya always look amazin’, but this is…wow.”

He looks you up and down, and you can’t help but feel like your heart is exploding into a million pieces. Was it nervousness? Was it excitement? Was it a mix of both?

You’ll never know, because what he said next makes your thoughts hault, heart beating out of your chest.

“It would kinda be a shame for you to get all dressed up for nothin’ though so…can I take ya to dinner?”

#obey me #om #mammon #omswd #obey me mammon #obey me shall we date #obey me headcannons #obey me mc #mammon headcannons #mammon x mc #mammon x reader #om mammon #omnb #obey me nightbringer mammon #obey me nightbringer #omnb mammon #om mc #omswd mammon

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 11 months

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Hi I saw you ask for daryl requests so i was wondering if u could do a daryl fic where the reader and daryl are getting drunk together one night in alexandria and they’re talking about past relationships and they start talking about types and the reader basically says daryl’s her type without saying it if u know what i mean? and it’s just cute angst and skinny love? love your writing so much btw :)

༉‧₊˚. 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 || 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

― pairings: daryl dixon x plus size!reader

― era: early season 5/pre-negan

― summary: a night of drinking turns into talking about your types, and you can’t help but reveal that daryl is yours.

― warnings: mutual pining, awkward romance, daryl's habit of going quiet, a little overthinking, generally none! It's all fluff from there!

― wc: 1376

⋆ a/n: every time i look at my inbox, i die a little inside because of how absolutely horrible i am at answering requests but so far, i've been really trying my best! i really liked how this one turned out and i hope you do too! thank you for loving my writing, it means so much truly!

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Alexandria, hopefully your forever home and a new beginning.

You were deeply aware of your family’s concerns and distrust for the community and its inhabitants, that they had their senses turned on to hyperawareness mode despite having been shown nothing but kindness so far. You understood their concerns though, because you had to undergo the atrocities that were Terminus before you had gotten to this supposed heaven on earth. You were lucky to have so many people by your side when it happened.. to have Daryl.

There was a hopeful ignorance when it came to your relationship with Daryl. You were crushing on him. Hard. Like, full twirling your hair and kicking your feet kind - only mentally of course, but you had a moment of weakness back in your cell at the prison. Despite having known Daryl since the Quarry, there had been no progress in your relationship.. romantically. He had shown no signs of interest, only gracing you with the reddening of his ears whenever you’d playfully flirt with him or call him a cutesy nickname. You were only able to hide your playful affections behind the fact that Carol teased him like that too, so it would appear your words didn’t come with a deeper meaning.

Sometimes you wished you could stop hiding behind your cowardice, but now, you weren’t so sure.

The warmth of the alcohol coursed through your body as you sat next to Daryl on the porch of the home everyone shared with the rest of your family. You had snagged it from Deanna’s party once you had seen Daryl hadn’t made an appearance even though it was kind of painfully obvious to everyone else he wouldn’t show. The only reason you had showed up was because you had dressed quite nicely, a sundress kissing the skin of your full thighs as you searched for your loverboy. You found him perched on the railing, sharpening away at an arrow when your approaching form caught his attention.

“Care to join me?” You grinned as you waved the bottle in the air.

There you sat, both of your backs to the side of the house as his leather laid over your bare legs. He had insisted that he didn’t want you to get cold, forever the southern gentleman.

Your past conversation had grown to become a stalemate, so, your fuzzy brain refusing to let the energy die, stupidly asked him, “Do you think any of the girls here are cute?” You desperately tried to play off your bold question as just simply teasing him. He shot you a surprised look from the corner of his eye before looking back ahead, taking the wine from your hand gently and holding the bottle by the neck of it.

“Nah.” He said, before taking a heavy swig.

“Oh.” You nodded to yourself, the feeling of relief settling in your gut before he handed the drink back to you. “I don’t blame you, my last relationship before all this was..” You shook your head, “So shitty.” You exhaled.

Daryl cleared his throat before speaking. “Do ya.. Do ya wanna talk about it?” He asked unsurely. “There’s not much to talk about, y’know? The whole situation was pretty cut and dry. We get together, we’re in the honeymoon stage, I start to notice I’ve never met any of his friends or family, he lies and I believe him because I assume he loves me, then, I catch him cheating.” You finish with a sigh and take your turn of consuming the alcoholic beverage. “It’s okay though,” You start once again, “Because in the end I realize he wasn’t even my type.” You shrug to yourself with a laugh.

“Speaking of which,” You turn your attention towards the archer next to you. “What’s your type?”

Your question catches him off guard enough that he let out a surprised choked noise from the back of his throat. “I dunno.” He answers, but he can feel a blush slowly creeping up the back of his neck and the tips of his ears. “Oh, c’mon!” You said with a playful scoff. “I know you have this whole, ‘Southern Gentleman,’ thing going, but everyone has a type. So, don’t even try to bullshit me, Daryl.” He looked at you then looked back ahead, straightening his sitting position.

“I guess.. Someone who knows how’ta fight, brave, uh-” He was growing more uncomfortable by the second, but not because he felt pressured to answer you, but because he was afraid that he might’ve been too obvious about how he felt for you. What? Does he just straight up say you’re his type? That he hadn’t even entertained the thought of other women because you were the only woman on his mind?

“I don’ care about what she looks like. Ain’ shallow like tha’.” With a nod, you pursed your lips in contentment at his answer. He swallowed nervously, “Since yer quizzin’ me, what about you? Since ya said yer ex wa’nt yer type.”

“Well..” You began. “I want someone who’s strong, and kind. A man that’s got some softness to him, y’know? All rough around the edges when inside he’s a big ol’ softy, just for me and his family.” You looked at him softly with a sheepish smile. “Now for looks,” You drank in his disheveled appearance, and suddenly Daryl felt like an ant burning under a microscope, his hands twitching at his sides with the need to suddenly fix his hair.

“Long hair, maybe shoulder-length. Crunealen eyes, the kind that you could get lost in if you stared for too long. Kind of a hard-ass, and very, very stubborn, but that’s only because he wants to keep everyone safe, even if that puts his life in danger a million times over.” You reached a shaky hand up, your motions never wavering despite the waves of nausea that were beginning to storm in your gut. You pushed a strand of hair out of the man’s face, tucking it behind his ear. “And..” You say breathlessly. “His name is Daryl Dixon.”

Daryl’s completely stunned into silence; what does he say? What does he do? You clearly feel the same way, so why won’t he move? Goddamnit, Daryl, move.

Your hand cupped his cheek, stroking his scruff with your thumb softly. Where did this sudden confidence come from? You were still reeling from your lady balls suddenly dropping as you waited anxiously for Daryl to say something, anything that would calm your racing heart and your spiraling head.

You let go of his cheek in embarrassment, a shadow of shame settled over your features as you looked like you were going to explode at any moment. God, how could you have overstepped like that? It was as though all of the wine that was in your system suddenly evaporated, the liquid courage burning away and leaving behind the same awkward person that was you.

“I’m sorry.” You said hastily, tugging his jacket off of your lap in preparation of standing up.

Much to your surprise, Daryl gripped your wrist, gently tugging on your arm so that you would remain seated. “Don’ go.. ‘M jus’ surprised ‘s all.” His confession was shy, almost bashful as he gazed upon where his hand rested on your skin and let go. You didn’t allow him to do so, taking his hand and intertwining your fingers together. There was an adorable blush that spread from his ears to his neck that was only visible when the moon’s shine would ever so often grace his tanned skin.

“The good kind of surprised?” You asked hopefully. He nodded his head slowly, gazing into your eyes with a type of passion you had never seen before, at least never projected towards you; or maybe it had been there the whole time and you were just too deep into your head to notice, to notice how whenever you laughed he couldn’t help the small smile that graced his lips, how worried he’d be when you got hurt to the point that he didn’t know what to do with himself, and maybe one day he’d be able to tell you all of that.

“So, how about it, Dixon? Am I your type too?”

“To a T.”

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candlewaxandp0lar0ids · 1 year

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jealousy, jealousy || Felix x f!Reader

Summary: Felix knows that he's no good for you and would do better to stay away, anyone could see that. When he's spent the night seeing you with an asshole, is it really all that surprising that he ends up snapping though?

Word count: 3.7k

Genres: college AU (implied), friends to lovers

Warnings & Tags: maxident trailer!felix, kinda bad boy!felix (but also not), jealousy (duh), kissing, bad language, kinda toxic situation?, reader feels pressured due to someone having feelings for her

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Felix knows it’s not healthy to stand there and stare from across the room. He knows that he has no right to, knows that even if his fists itch with the urge to fight when he sees the way Noah totally-not-casually stretches his arm over the back of the couch to put it around your shoulders, there’s nothing he can or should do. He tells himself that the only reason why it pisses him off so much is because he knows you’re not interested in the guy — fuck, he wishes that were true. It would make him the good guy in this situation, instead of just some jealous asshole watching from the sideline.

He takes a swig from his beer, but he’d need much stronger alcohol than that to take his mind off you. He’d be better off leaving the party and wandering into some bar in search for another body to numb himself with for the night, problem is that he doesn’t even want to do that. He might have, if you’d been alone, but right now, seeing Noah being fucking oblivious to everything, from your body language to your fake smile, there’s some protective instinct growling in his chest.

He doesn’t do anything though. All of your friends — yours, Felix’s and Noah’s, that is, ‘cause things would be much simpler if you weren’t all in the same friend group and you can’t have that, can you — think you and Noah would be ‘so cute’ together. They say that it’s ‘just a matter of time’, they assume that you’re just oblivious and that Noah’s just shy, they believe, no, they know for sure that you’re meant to be.

They’re vaguely aware of the fact that there’s something between you and Felix, but that’s easy to shrug off. Felix isn’t a bad guy, they say, but he’s not the type you date. He’s always there for his friends, and he’s good to have around if shit goes south when you’re out clubbing, but the girls he fucks are there for a good time, not a long time. And you, well, you’re a good girl, the type of girls that think they can fix him, the type he doesn’t even hook up with anymore because he ends up breaking their heart a little too much.

Finally, he pushes himself away from the wall and walks to the drinks table to get a refill. He inspects the drinks available to him. Shots would do, but it’s still a bit early and the last thing he needs is to have to answer some stupid fucking questions. Then he might actually let some violence out.

It should be concerning that the idea that he could go out and just look for a fight is more tempting to him than getting laid.

Then he feels an arm brushing against him, and he doesn’t need to look to be able to tell that it’s you, pouring a stupidly small amount of punch in your still half-filled cup.

“You were staring,” you say.

It doesn’t surprise him that you noticed. You both know that you’re a little too aware of Felix for your own good.

He leans over, reaching for a bottle of vodka that he doesn’t really want, and as he does, he comes close enough to you that he could kiss you, if he chose to. His long black hair comes to brush your cheek. He sees your eyes widen, sees you swallow, sees you press your lips together. He can’t hear your heartbeat, but he still knows it just went up. Shit, he wishes you weren’t so easy to read, he wishes he didn’t like seeing all the ways he affects you so much.

“Wanted to know if you’d said yes to that date yet,” he says, pulling away.

You roll your eyes, heaving a long, painful sigh and he feels tension leaving his body. It’s hard to feel jealous when he knows he doesn’t even have to touch you to send you in ebullition when Noah leaves you so profoundly indifferent.

Still, Noah does get to touch you. He gets to be around you without people coming up to him to tell him that that’s ‘not a good idea’. Fuck, he knows for a fact that your friends have been trying to arrange an ‘accidental’ date with him.

“I don’t know why he hasn’t gotten the hint,” you mumble. “I’ve said no so many times.”

“You’re being too nice,” Felix shrugs. “Gotta get meaner.”

“Well, I’m not programmed that way.”

“Can still be rewired.”

Your eyes meet, and he knows what you’re thinking about. You’re remembering what Felix used to be like, back in high school, warm and smiley and soft. If he could change from that into what he is today, everyone can.

Wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to though.

“They really need to stop encouraging him,” you say. “I’ve told him I didn’t want to go on a date with him, you know? But everyone thinks I’ll just realize some day that he’s been there for me all along.”

Speaking of, Felix risks a glance in Noah’s direction. He’s chatting with some people, but every now and then he looks at the two of you. He is more subtle than Felix was, he’s got to give him that.

“Have you thought about going on one date with him?” Felix asks, even if the thought of it makes him want to tear his own heart out.

There’s a moment of silence, before you look up at him. There’s an eerie calm to your eyes, and it’s an expression he knows all too well. Every single time he’s seen it, he’s felt like you could see straight into his soul.

“Would you like it if I went on a date with him?”

Fuck.

He looks away, clears his throat, but he knows you’ve caught his expression.

The fact that he has some type of feeling towards you is an open secret between the two of you anyway, but he’s not supposed to— Fuck.

You shake your head.

“I don’t want to go on even one date with him,” you say, clearly annoyed. “If I did, I’d probably be dating him be now. I think not going out with him should make that clear enough.”

Then you’re walking away, and Felix notices Noah jumping to his feet, following in the same direction as you. He also gives him a nasty glance, and in any other situation, that would be a good enough reason for him to beat the shit out of him. Right now, though, he holds back.

Fuck it. It’s late enough for shots.

It’s 4 am when he sees you again. Your conversation happened over 6 hours ago, basically a lifetime. Felix’s gotten wasted and he’s well on his way back to feeling sober again, significantly helped by the two pizzas he’s scarfed down. He might also have slept an hour on the couch at some point, he can’t say for sure. His head hurts, but he’s definitely had worse.

He’s out on the balcony, smoking, when you step out. You shiver in the cold air of the night, but you endure it and take your spot next to him, leaning against the railing. It’s kinda your thing, at this point, you joining him when he’s out smoking, but there wasn’t so much tension hanging in the air before.

Or maybe there was, he can’t tell all that well anymore. He could see in your eyes, even back then, that you were interested, but you were a friend, kinda, a distant one, and he didn’t hook up with his friends. It probably means it’s his fault for changing the status quo. It usually is, even if he’s not too sure what he’s done wrong this time.

Ultimately, the dead end you’re both stuck in is no one’s fault. He doesn’t do relationships; you don’t do one-night stands or friends with benefits. Anyway, you probably know him well enough now — as he is now, that is, not the kid he was when you first met— to know that it’s a bullshit idea.

“Got rid of the dog?” Felix asks, blowing out a puff of smoke.

“Don't call him that,” you say, though your tone isn’t particularly upset. “He went out with some of the guys to get drugs for the hangovers.”

How considerate.

“You had a good time?”

A silence.

“I really need to stop agreeing to come to these.”

“Or you could just ditch him once and for all.”

He sees your fingers tighten around the railing.

“If I do that, I’ll make it awkward and I’ll be an idiot who doesn’t know what's good for her. If I don’t, I’m leading him on and I’m a bitch. No matter what, the issue comes from me, and not from the fact that he refuses to hear what I'm saying.”

You’re shaking. It might just be the cold, might not be. Either way, Felix knows he shouldn’t be doing anything about it. Give you his coat, maybe, or go get yours. Instead, he steps behind you, wrapping his arms around you, pressing his chest against your back. Goosebumps form on the back of your neck, but you don’t move away. He feels a trembling breath going through you, before slowly, ever so slowly, you lean back against him.

It’s late anyway, no one’s there to see it, no one’s going to lecture you. You both know it’s not for the best, but in the last hours of the night, it doesn’t seem like such a terrible idea.

It seems like a why not.

You’re cold, he knows that for sure now, but he doesn’t reach for your hands so he can warm them in his. That would be crossing the line. He’s toeing it now, for sure, but he can’t go that far.

You move your head, and your cheek ends up pressed against his. He’s the one to freeze this time. He hopes you won't cross the line — not because he’ll have to stop you, but because he knows he won’t. He’s too selfish for that.

“All I’ve done is not want to date him,” you say. “I don’t have to want to date him.”

“Why d’you not want to?”

In the moment, he’s not sure why he asks, or maybe he is. He is sure that he doesn’t like that it leads you to tear yourself away from him, though.

“You know why. Don’t be a dick, Felix,” your quiet voice loud against the night sky, and you’re looking right into his eyes, with intent. The breath is almost knocked out of him then as things unsaid fill the air, but one thing remains: it’s because of him.

Lots of things go through his mind then, things he doesn’t dwell on. The one he’s the quickest to dismiss it the happiness. He’s hurting you right now. It’s so fucking selfish that there’s even a tiny part of him that’s happy about this — and if he was honest with himself, he’d admit that it certainly isn’t that tiny. He buries his hands in his pockets, clears his throat.

“That doesn’t have to be an issue.” It isn't for him.

“It is for me.” You let out a brief laugh, only half-amused, and your eyes soften. “We’ve established that, haven’t we?”

Yeah. He supposes you have.

“Want me to walk you home?” he asks, because he doesn’t know what to say anymore. His voice sounds thick. He knows it’s a bad idea to offer, you know it’s a bad idea to accept. Yet you nod.

“That might be smart,” you say. “It’s way past my bedtime anyways.”

You smile, and the whole world becomes softer.

“C’mon. Get your coat.”

He can’t give you what you want, but he can make sure that you get home safely.

It’s still cold when you walk outside, but this time you’re engulfed in a big coat and you don't need him to warm you up anymore. Still, you grimace and bury your face behind your scarf. He wants to boop your nose, holds back, but he does turn away from you because the big smile the sight brings to his face is embarrassing.

“Are you making fun of me?” you ask, not sounding very threatening from under all those layers of clothing.

“I would never,” he lies. “You ready?”

You shrug, but follow after him. You never seem to hesitate when you’re walking through the city late at night with him. He knows you wouldn’t do it alone, would probably not do it with a bunch of other people, but you’d said, once, that he made it look easy, and he supposes that’s true. He’s used to the late nights, and though he’s made his fair share of bad encounters around that time, it doesn’t really scare him anymore, hasn’t for a long time actually. Before he met you — or, well, met you again anyway.

Maybe it worries him a little bit, but he makes up for it in confidence. You can see it in his walk, the long strides, the way his shoulders fall back, the hands in his pockets. The black leather jacket also helps, gives the vibe that he’s not someone you want to fuck with, and he isn’t. He’s gotten in — and won — enough fights to ensure that. That’s the kind of thing people can tell, if they know what to look for.

You don’t know what to look for. You don’t seem to have ever regarded him as a threat, which he’s maybe a little peeved about. He thinks it’s mostly because you know him from before. That probably makes him lose a shit ton of credibility.

He doesn’t completely hate it, though. Sometimes, surprisingly, the softness is even… welcome. Sometimes, you put your hand on his arm or his shoulder, and he’s reminded of how much he craves that touch, and he knows you know that, because you used to know him.

Shit, he needs to stop that. He always gets sappy before sunrise.

“Thank you for walking me home,” you say.

Yeah, well, he likes that better than letting your friends push you into the arms of fucking Noah once again, so…

“I drank too much to drive you,” he shrugs.

“And he’s responsible,” you sigh dramatically. He can’t help but grin. Damn, he’s really ruining his reputation every time he’s with you.

“Shut up.”

There’s no animosity in his voice. You fall in step next to him, both of you silent. Your shoulders brush sometimes, but your hands, like his, are resolutely buried in your pockets. Seems like you’re both trying to be on your best behavior tonight.

It’s for the best, obviously, but he’s still kinda disappointed.

Then someone shouts your name, and the night suddenly goes from not great to pretty fucking terrible.

Of course you’d run into Noah and the rest of the group, coming back from the nearby store. Why the fuck wouldn’t you.

“Hey,” you say as Noah rushes across the street to you. You’re smiling genuinely, but that smile tightens when Noah looks at Felix suspiciously. He acts like he believes Felix put a fucking gun to your head to make you come out with him.

“Hey,” he says, “are you going home? If you give me a second, I’ll—”

“It’s okay, Felix is taking me,” you interrupt him.

If that isn’t music to his ears, he doesn’t know what is.

“But I can take you,” Noah says.

See, that’s what Felix doesn’t fucking get. Sure, you didn’t say “Felix is taking me because I want him to and also I would never ever fuck you”, but he has to have realized that by now, right? You’ve declined every time he’s tried to go on a date with you, you’ve never initiated anything… And, yeah, he’s heard that technically Noah’s never called them ‘dates’, so from his perspective, maybe you didn’t know but— Come on.

He also suspects that Noah knows very well that you’re much more interested in Felix than in him. He wonders if — believes, lowkey — that feeds into some weird, deluded savior fantasy in which he makes you realize that he was the good guy that was there for you all along.

Okay, he might be a bit cynical on that one.

“It’s all good,” you shake your head. You’re clearly not sure about how to get yourself out of this situation without outright telling him that you don’t want him to take you home. It would be much simpler if you did that, but to you, hurting someone’s feelings, even for good reason, is basically a cardinal sin.

Unfortunately, Felix understands that feeling a little too well.

He throws an arm around your shoulders, shoots a grin at Noah. Ha, it’s payback, dickhead.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get her home safe, man. Just enjoy your night.”

Noah clearly hesitates to add something, but you don’t move away from Felix, and he eventually lowers his gaze, visibly dejected.

“Alright. You guys stay safe. Text me when you get home, okay?”

“Sure,” you chirp, and Felix can tell, from that one word, that you already feel bad for the guy.

Ugh.

“Are you mad at me?” he asks you point blank once Noah’s gone.

“It would be shitty if I was when you’re helping me out,” you sigh. “I just— sometimes I wish I liked him, you know? It would be so much simpler.”

It feels like a bucket of ice has been dropped down his back, but he doesn’t let it show. Yeah. He’s a pretty terrible choice of person to like, he’s well aware of that.

“Then why don’t you just go on that date?” he asks, maybe a little more aggressively than he’d like. “Maybe you would like him.” Eventually, anyway.

He knows he’s thought about you doing that. The idea keeps him awake at night sometimes, terrifies him. Isn’t it so fucked up of him, to refuse to start anything with you but to still want you to like him better than the other options?

“I wouldn’t,” you just say. “I’d be miserable.”

And you’re probably right.

“Hey,” Felix says as the silence grows and you look more and more upset every second that passes, “wanna see the sun rise on the Han river?”

“See, that wasn't so hard,” he says when you drop on a bench. You glare at him, but you look somewhat amused. Distracted, at least. That’s what happens when you hop in the first subway of the day, where you’re surrounded by workers going to their honest job and then rush through the park all the way to the river to find a good spot. Takes your mind off things.

“I like it here,” you comment quietly.

You’ve seen a few people running in the park, probably trying to get their morning jog in before going to work. There are also one or two old people, walking with their hands clasped together behind their backs, here for the same reason as you perhaps. It’s quiet, unusually so for Seoul. The sky is starting to lighten, pink on the horizon, and the birds are starting to chirp shyly.

There are worse ways to start the day.

Your eyes keep fluttering shut though. Your head nods forward, before you jerk it up, blink yourself awake, and then rinse and repeat. It’s cute, but Felix can’t have you fall asleep here.

“Hey.”

He's mainly trying to get your attention when he leans over you, setting one hand on the back of the bench on either side of you. But then you blink, and he meets your eyes, and he still leans closer, even as your eyes widen and your lips part. He grins.

“Breathe,” he says, and he doesn’t move away.

You take in a slow breath, eyes not leaving his once. You’ve mentioned before, in passing, that you liked his freckles. He wonders if that's what you’re thinking about right now. Even as the seconds stretch, you’re still not making any movement to get away from him. He knows he should, fuck, you both know you should, but you make bad choices when it comes to him and he’s a piece of shit with no self-control.

When he kisses you, you let out a soft noise, almost like a sigh of relief, like you’ve been waiting for that all night long. He forbids himself from touching you, knuckles turning white with how tightly he holds on to the bench, knows that’s a slippery slope he won't come back from without hurting you, and he doesn’t want to hurt you, for fuck's sake.

You don't have that issue though, and both of your hands come up to his face. You touch him like he’s precious, fingertips oh so softly tracing his jaw, one hand cupping his cheek as your thumb brushes over his cheekbone. The other one runs trough his hair, settling against his neck. Your cold nose brushes against his and he can feel your lips curving into a smile.

He feels your tongue against his lips, and really, it’s without thinking that he parts them. If he did, he’d realize that it’s just a bad idea. Instead, it doesn’t hit him until he leans a little more into you, hungrily kissing you back. You gasp softly into him, hand coming to his shoulder, but in no way pushing him back. It’s when he hears you whimper that he pulls away. It seems that knowing how you sound is about the worst thing that could happen to him. His imagination already supplies him with enough suggestions when he’s alone to torture him plenty.

He lets himself fall on the bench next to you, probably closer than he should be. You collect yourself, breathing a little too quick, and clear your throat awkwardly, putting your hands back in your lap like a good girl. You look around, seem somewhat relieved to see there was no spectator. Both of you are clearly attempting to act like nothing’s happened, like you always do after a slip-up.

“Oh,” you laugh after a few seconds. “We’ve missed the sunrise.”

He doesn’t mind.

okayyyy, sooo, there is kinda lore™ for this story because I've had an iteration of that in my mind for so long because i'm obsessed with maxident trailer!felix and i wish we'd gotten more of him, so if you want me to talk about it (or if you would have liked for felix to have punched noah in the face), feel very free to tell me i'd be happy to talk about this. ideally i'll see you tomorrow for han's part, but more likely it'll be out in 2-3 days. as always, if you liked the story it would mean the world if you reblogged or commented ❤️ thank yo for reading!

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slvthrs · 1 year

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SWEET DREAMS | vinnie hacker

--- MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD ---

your best friend sleeps over and what more can you really say- hot best friend sleeping over almost always results in sex?

VINNIE X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, praise n degradation kink, pet names, unprotected sex, choking,

word count: 2.3k

Vinnie and I have been best friends since we were 13. I had met due to him moving to my school and I was assigned with showing him around the school and that’s what led to both of us ending up making fun of shitty rom coms in my apartment 8 years later.

“No no they’re both gonna get locked in the room together and confess their love to each other and get married and have 2 kids and a pet fish” I laughed out, rom coms could be great but if only the directors tried to be a bit creative.

“No no what, he’s obviously a secret billionaire and the girl is poor so he’s gonna pay for her collage or some stupid shit and then they’ll confess their love to each other and get married and have 2 kids and a pet fish obviously” He said staring at me with a stupid grin on his stupidly attractive face

As we grew up together and puberty hit both of us like a moving van on fire I came to the pretty quick realization that my friend was hot- and that was fine- but I also realized I had the tiniest crush on him, but that's all it was a meaningless crush I wasn’t going to do anything about it.

“Shut up no there no way he’s a bill-” I was cut-off with my cat nipping at my leg- their so fucking cute

“Awe shit it’s really fucking late and it seems like my baby boy wants some food” I coo to my cat, ignoring Vinnie

“Awe I am a bit hungry” Vinnie jokes, both of us had a pretty flirty relationship and we’ve probably kissed while drunk- though I can’t really remember it- but I’ve tried to keep everything platonic no matter how hot he was and no matter how much I really wanted to kiss his stupid fucking mouth.

“Shut up weirdo I'm gonna head to bed you can do whatever weird shit you do at night” I picked up my cat and walked to my room, Vinnie was sleeping on the couch and something he insisted on since he was a ‘gentleman’.

I heard a faint ‘Yes Ma’am’ from the living room and cuddled up onto my bed watching my cat curl up on the end of my bed, I put on some mood music and tried to fall asleep.

After about 5 minutes of tossing around on my bed I fell asleep to the sound of rain outside my window and Deftones playing on my speaker.

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His hands curled around my neck squeezing the sides,

“Your such a fucking slut for your best friend aren’t you” I knew that voice, the voice that had been tormenting my life for years- Vinnie

“Please Vinnie, fuck please” I was begging

“C’mon you can beg better than that, I know you can be a good girl and beg” Fuck fuck fuck was this really happening

Before I could beg our lips connected- it was so much, almost too much- He bit down on my lip and his hands trailed to rub on my clothed cunt, his hands dipped into my waistband and-

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I woke up in a cold sweat- I felt so fucking gross.

Of course I’ve had dreams about him- he’s hot and I’m only human- but when his in the same house as me... fuck no

Oh god what if he heard me- what if he heard me having a fucking wet dream about him.

I wanted to curl up into a little ball and die

We are best friends

Just best friends. No more

I got out of my bed- if I was gonna act normal I need to get something to drink- I walked out into the hallway and heard shuffling coming from the living room.

Great he’s still up

I walked into the kitchen trying to ignore him heading straight for my fridge

“Oh hey I thought you were going to bed, are you okay?” He says now standing right in front of me and he’s fucking shirtless- fuck this is so hard for no reason

“Oh I just needed to get something to drink- y’know” I say trying not to stare at his bare torso

“Yeah want me to pour you some water” He asks, he’s really sweet but that's not what I’m looking for

“Thank you for the offer but I’m just gonna settle on some good old fashioned alcohol” I giggle and pick up a bottle, but he scrunches up his face- he’s confused

“Um this late are you sure y/n we can get food if you want” He’s says with his voice laced with concern

“Uh no thanks I’m fine with alcohol I guess” I say- the tension is suffocating and it makes me want to throw up- I turn around hoping that if I walk away Vinnie will drop it.

“Y’know your really talkative in your sleep”

what.

“Huh what” This can’t be happening, no it's not happening I don’t believe it. I turn around so carefully as not to disturb the thick fog of tension enveloping the room, to see him leaning on my kitchen counter with a stupid grin on his face

He’s walking toward me- fuck fuck fuck

“I said you talk in your sleep- I was walking past your room and heard noises coming from your room” He’s way to calm for this

“I-I guess but y’know a lot of what people say in their sleep could I don’t know be taken out of context or-” I’m cut off by him laughing- he’s enjoying this while I want to die, I really fucking hate him right now

He leans right next to my ear with his hands lazily resting on my waist,

“I don’t really know what other context ‘Please Vinnie, fuck please’ could be in besides me fucking you” he breathes right into my ear and I have decided that I want to shrivel up and die

I want to say something but I can’t- I literally can’t my voice is drying up

“C’mon don’t tell me you’ve lost your voice please do tell me what other context you moaning my name could be” He quirks an eyebrow and i’ve lost all form of constraint, I’m staring directly at his lips god there really pretty lips

He very obviously notices and catches my chin with his first two fingers forcing me to stare at him in the eye.

“Y’know” He draws out, while cocking his head to the side “I dream about you too”

“What” I can’t believe what I’m hearing

“Yeah, I dream about a lot of stuff but mainly you and I… fucking” He says with so much composure that for a second I don’t register what he means

He dreams of him and I… fucking.

His face moves from my ear to right in front of my face

I can’t even tell what’s happening until he’s inches away from my face with his hot breath fanning my face, waiting for me to close the space.

Am I really going to ruin our friendship just because Im horny?

Yes.

I instantly connect our lips, hooking my hands around his neck to link our bodies together. His mouth lifts off mine for just a second to tell me to “jump” before he’s on me again while walking both of us into my room as he throws me onto the bed.

He sits up for a second while he takes his pants off and then his boxers. And he hands trail up to my shit and then looks up at me as if he’s asking for permission and I answer him myself by pulling my shirt off and hooking my hands around his neck

Vinnie and I had been friends for as long as I could remember. We had grown up together, gone to the same schools, and shared so many memories. We knew everything about each other, but somehow, we had never crossed the line from friendship to something more.

But tonight, I couldn't help it. I needed him. I needed to feel his arms around me and his lips all over my body.

Our lips met again, this time with more passion and intensity, as we explored each other's mouths with our tongues. The taste of his lips was intoxicating, and I couldn't get enough of it.

As we continued to kiss, my hands found their way to the back of his head, pulling him in even closer. His hands roamed over my body, caressing every inch of my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

Our bodies entwined, our breaths becoming one, as we lost ourselves in the moment. Nothing else mattered except the feeling of his lips on mine and the warmth of his body pressed against mine.

He disconnects the kiss again, “God if I knew how bad you wanted me I would have fucked over my fucking counter the last time you were over” He tells you before looking down at me with admiration mixed with lust in his eyes.

“Hey Vin?”

“Yes, pretty girl?”

“Fuck me.”

And he finally shifts above me, guiding his dick into my folds and ever so slowly pushing it in.

He’s so big that I can feel him over me yet he’s not close enough. I arch my back trying to get more but he just laughs in my face shaking his head, “Baby just relax your worrying too much” He tells me.

He’s being so slow and so sweet but god I really just want him to fuck the living daylights out of me;

“Vinnieeee” I whine,

“Yeah doll” He replies

“Harderrr” And as I finish that sentence it’s like a spark ignites in him

His pace goes from slow and sensual to fast and rough, every thrust hits my deepest spots and makes my entire body loosen up. He hovers over me and presses chaste kisses all along my body and he focuses on my collarbones and shoulders biting and licking them, it's bound to leave marks for days.

His hands move in unison with his dick, going in circles as they press on my clit, forcing me to scream loudly enough for everyone outside to hear me. When his fingers do eventually touch my clit, a pool of heat forms in my belly.

And that’s when I remember how thin my walls are and if my neighbors can probably hear, and feel, me.

I quickly use my hand to cover my mouth to prevent me from any form of embarrassment. But I’m quickly met with a sound of disapproval from Vinnie.

“No baby I wanna hear how good I make you feel, I want everyone to know your my girl” He tells me, pressing a kiss to my tits, “So show them,”

That almost makes me lose it because those words transform me into putty that he can shape whichever he wants. At this moment, I no longer have any control over my body; he is pinning my hands over my head, and I have no intention of resisting him.

His actions don’t stop, I can feel each of his thrusts and the way they stretch me out until I go dumb, unable to form coherent sentences.

One of his hands leaves my hip and ends up next to my head caging me in. I’ve always loved his hands, they’re bigger than mine and when they flex over his keyboard or how their able to catch the light in a such a special way and god, when their adorned with rings it’s like he wants me to go fucking feral

I feel like he would be good at choking someone…

I need him to choke me.

“Baby I need you” I whine out not being able to express what I want.

“Princess, whaddya need, I’ll give you everything”

“Your hands… please” I tell him and he giggles in confusion

Cute “Baby where am I gonna put my hands?”

“Neck.”

And I just watch as his eyes blow out thinking for a second before his pretty tatted hand slides across my body reaching the base of my neck.

“If you ever can’t handle it just tap my leg pretty” He tells me before squeezing.

I don't see stars; all I can see is him hanging above me with a stupid smile, and I don't believe I've ever seen anyone more beautiful than him. It feels so fucking amazing. I roll my eyes to the back of my head and arch into his chest.

“So good for me, such a good, dirty girl” He says no louder than a whisper and he continues to jam into me

He lets go but returns his hands back shortly but uses his thumb to open my mouth, “Open pretty girl,” and fucking spits in my mouth

Now if this was another guy, I’d gag but the way Vinnies eyes are so dark and his lips curve into his cute ass smile, I swallow immediately arching into his touch

It feels like this ritual goes on forever, him rutting into me, choking me, letting go and then repeating- I feel like the best I’ve ever felt in my life.

And finally after a particularly hard thrust, I come undone below him, my hands freed and I use them to dig my nails into Vinnies back as he rides me through my orgasm making me feel so goddamn good.

He cums after a little with his forehead pressed to mine his presses kisses all over me and when he's finally done he pulls out and heads to the kitchen.

I’m so loopy that I don’t realize he’s gone until he comes back wiping me down with a towel and placing a glass of water on the bedside,

“Hey princess, how are you doing?”

“Good… really fucking good” I giggle

“Yeah, don’t worry too much about this, we can talk about it later.” He says pressing a chaste kiss on my lips and before pulling away he whispers,

“But we both know your mine, sweet dreams.”

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nnnyxie · 9 months

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Now you have me thinking of a nerd and goofball loser tetsu, now even better....his ass having a crush on our chubby reader, hear me out

WAITTTT……… YOURE A GENIUS……..

tis a teensy bit suggestive

nerd!loser!kuroo who loves chubby girls because they’re so much softer and sweeter

high school nerd!loser!kuroo that sweats an odd amount any time you get near him because, the thought of being so close to you makes him go insane.

yaku that literally pushes kuroo to speak to you— but, he fumbles over his words an insane amount of times, to the point where he gives up speaking.

and then it’s you that giggles at kuroo’s awkwardness because, it’s just so cute to you.

kuroo shyly asks you to come watch a practice game— and nearly chokes when you agree

when kai spots you— he points it out to kuroo, who immediately shakes in excitement and nervousness.

yaku that makes kuroo ask you to be the manager just so he could spend more time with you. (and internally squeals when you agree)

bokuto who intentionally riles kuroo by flirting with you (but he also thinks you’re the cutest thing)(ofc he’d never take kuroo’s person. he’s a good friend, kay??)

nerd!loser!kuroo that eventually asks you to be his s/o but, he’s profusely sweating during it and shaking cause he’s so nervous. (he’s never had a partner!!)

when you say yes— kuroo nearly cries (/pos)

timeskip nerd!loser!kuroo that constantly brags about you to his coworkers— he even has a pictures of the two of you on his desk and hanging on his office walls.

this new kuroo who’s still the same loser from your high school days, just with more confidence.

nerd!loser!kuroo that is bragging to team japan— always showing them pictures of you (but ‘accidentally’ swipes too far and they see some…… provocative…. pictures of you both)

your nerd!loser!kuroo that’s always uplifting you, complimenting you, and being the best partner.

sweet, sweet kuroo that still gets nervous on dates because you look ethereal.

nerd!loser!kuroo who just can’t stop touching you. kuroo just loves having his hands on you. he’s holding any part of you he’s able to.

kuroo who loves pinching at your thighs and marking them when you let him.

nerd!loser!kuroo who’s just so stupidly in love with you and your body.

the scraggly :3

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #kuroo x reader #hq x chubby reader #x chubby reader #chubby reader #hq x reader #/ᐠ - ˕ -マ works — ♡︎

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runninriot · 3 months

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...✍️ when one silly little brain fart turns into a 500-word-scene while having your mom and brother over for dinner. Oh, well 😏

„How could you do this to me?”

Eddie’s being dramatic. Overly so. For the last five minutes, ever since Steve stepped out of the shower and back into the bedroom, he’s been whining and pouting, lamenting the damage Steve has done.

“Don’t you love me anymore?”

He looks absolutely devastated, full-on puppy eyes and quivering bottom lip.

It’s ridiculous.

And kinda cute.

But mostly ridiculous because-

“Eds, stop it! You act like I’ve taken away your favourite toy.”

“Well, duh! You kinda have. Not my favourite favourite but- where am I supposed to hold onto now when I make sweet love to you?”

Steve bursts out laughing when Eddie wiggles his eyebrows but goes straight back to pouting.

“I told you, it’s only for this silly photo shoot I was asked to do.”

“Yeah right, because apparently Vickie is now more important than me, your boyfriend. Shouldn’t I have a say in this?” Eddie crosses his arms before his chest, still not ready to stop the moping.

“It’s gonna grow back. You’ll survive.”

Steve steps closer to where Eddie is sitting on the bed and leans down to give him a quick kiss on his forehead. When he wants to turn and get dressed, Eddie’s hands on his chest stop him.

“Hmpf, don’t like it,” Eddie grumbles while letting his hands linger on the smooth surface of Steve’s freshly shaven skin.

“Still feels good, jus’ something missing.”

He lets his hands glide over Steve’s chest, only hesitant, testing the unfamiliar feeling. So gentle, like he’s exploring Steve’s body for the first time all over again.

It makes Steve shiver despite the warmth of Eddie’s hands.

“Still beautiful,” Eddie whispers, lips suddenly so close to his skin that Steve can feel the tingle of Eddie’s breath on it.

“So beautiful, baby.”

It’s like Eddie is talking to himself, completely lost in examining Steve’s chest with his hands. And his lips. And his tongue.

Steve exhales a quiet moan, feels his blood pumping down. He’s trying hard to keep himself together, to not immediately throw himself into Eddie’s lap.

“Eddie, ah, do- don’t start anything you won’t finish.”

They don’t really have time for that. Steve promised Robin to pick her up and Eddie is due for an appointment with a tattoo client in about half an hour. Not like they couldn’t indulge in a quickie but that’s just never enough for Steve. Steve always wants more, loves when Eddie takes his time with him, takes him deep and hard until they’re both a breathless, gooey mess.

Eddie lifts his head to look up at him, eyes love-drunk and dark. But then his mouth cracks into a wicked grin and fuck- Steve knows right then he’s already lost the battle.

“Oh, I’ll finish, baby doll. The question is, will I let you finish?”

Eddie’s threat causes Steve to moan loudly, unable to keep it in.

He should’ve known Eddie would be out for vengeance for shaving his chest hair without a warning. He’d felt a little too bold when he stepped out of the bathroom, towel low on his hips, chest bare and naked, presenting poor Eddie the absence of what he loves to grab and hold.

Steve knows Eddie loves him with or without, that he's only playing, teasing.

And it makes him stupidly horny.

“Yeah, daddy? Gonna punish me for being a bad boy?”

the best you ever tasted | ao3

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mychlapci · 2 months

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I’ve had this idea about merformers rodimus and Thunderclash poking around in my head recently.

The facility they’re in generally take in sick-or-dying mer, so when rodimus starts to feel better and is much livelier, they keep him around for a while to study his behaviors. He does well on his own, and the researchers have no reason to believe he’s unhappy.

Enter Thunderclash being held in rodimus’ tank for just a few weeks while his facility is being renovated.

At first, the staff consider needing to find a new temporary home for Thunderclash. His presence seems to make Rodimus irritated, and lash out and show aggressive behaviors they’d never seen out of mer before. Thunderclash doesn’t seem to actually be doing anything to him, but the staff doesn’t want their sweet little mer getting all worked up. They decide in the morning, they’ll start looking for new temporary facilities.

Cut to the next morning, where staff walk in to the sight of Rodimus getting absolutely pounded into by Thunderclash against the tank glass. Rodimus looks somehow both thrilled and annoyed by the whole situation.

They find Rodimus and Thunderclash indecent constantly throughout the day, but Rodimus’s mood is better, and the staff start thinking they misinterpreted Rodimus’ sexual advances as just aggressive behavior.

Either way, the staff is happy that they can observe and do research on mer pods and mating behavior from the comfort of their own facility. They’re just hopeful for some little guppies soon. I imagine the facility holding an online competition or poll to name all the guppies, and have a huge event for people to come watch rodimus give birth and to see all the cute mer babies.

- Doop anon

YES i love aggression as sexual advances. I think that Roddy thinks Thunderclash is stupidly hot and it pisses him off that his frame wants to mate with him. His aggression is just as genuine as his intention to mate with Thunderclash… But I think some of that anger dissipates once Thunderclash gets his spike into him and starts pounding his needy slit. Can’t be too mad when he’s overloading his brains out.

#valveplug #merformers #pregnancy mention

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 11 months

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Prompt 9, 17 & 16 with Peter Parker and Matt Murdoch for your 3000 follower celebration (Congrats btw!). Involving either one or both of their super senses (specifically hearing). Trying to convince one of them that the other and fem!reader aren’t doing exactly what he thinks they’re doing ;) while not stopping. Possible threesome?

.⋆｡Give Him A Chance｡⋆.

Peter Parker x plus size reader

Matt Murdock x plus size reader

Matt is in love with Peter’s girlfriend and Peter knows

Warnings: voyeurism, smut, implied threesome, pining, fluff, oral (f receiving), m masturbation, Peter is a bit of a shit but what’s new

WC: 1k

Minors DNI

3000 Follower Celebration

Matt regretted a lot of things in his life. And as of most recently, that included the decision to crash with Peter Parker after his apartment flooded. So now he had to put up with the ever-optimistic Spider-man and his girlfriend, who Matt stupidly had fallen irretrievably in love with.

And as he lay on the shitty thrift store couch, he cursed his enhanced hearing and his dumbass choice to stay with two 26 year olds who fucked like rabbits for hours at a time.

You were a night shift nurse at a clinic in Queens so like him, you were up late. Matt unconsciously smiled as he heard you begin to shift in the bedroom, your heart rate speeding up as you awoke soon after the clock struck midnight. You had groaned cutely, like a kitten, before he heard the floorboards creak as you presumably shuffled to the bathroom. The tap running confirmed his subscriptions. He smelt your face wash and then your moisturiser before the floorboards squeaked again, this time accompanied by the closet door opening.

He could almost picture the way you pulled off your night clothes and donned your scrubs. They were always so soft, he recalled that it was because you used fabric softener on all your’s and Peter’s clothes because his skin was so sensitive. Matt shut his eyes, imagining that he was the one in your bed, listening to your simple routine play out.

Then a voice jarred him from the fantasy. “Damn princess, those scrubs make your ass look delicious.” His voice was slightly muffled by the bedroom door but it filled Matt with shame all the same as if they had been standing side by side.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, I have to go to work.” Peter groaned and the bedsprings practically screamed.

“C’mon! Just a quickie! You don’t have to go in for another hour and a half.” The closet door shut.

“Peter.”

“Princess.” He replied back with the same harsh tone.

“Matt’s right outside.” You hissed under your breath, and said man sighed in relief. He couldn’t take another sex marathon only a few yards away from where he slept. But his reprieve was short-lived.

A breathless moan filled the previously silent air. “Peter.” This time your voice was tinged with a deep lust that made his bones ache. There was a soft thud and suddenly Matt was overwhelmed with the musky, almost sweet scent of your arousal.

The mattress shifted once more. “Keep quiet and you won’t have to worry about waking him up. Unless…” Peter yelped as a soft smack echoed through the apartment. “All right, fine.” He dismissed.

Then a wet slurping began and you moaned along with it. Matt buried his face in the flimsy pillows you had provided him, praying to God that his impeccable hearing would fail, just this once, in order to escape this torture.

Except it did nothing but fuel his fantasies about you. He could almost feel the way your plump thighs would mold to his fingertips, how your juices would stain his chin, how your legs would tremble around his head as he devoured you. God, how badly he wanted it, how badly he needed it, needed you. Your voice consumed him, drawing him in the sounds of your pleasure.

Your moans grew higher and higher, until they were suddenly muffled, presumably by your own hand. “That’s it princess. Think you’re ready for me now?” Matt couldn’t hear your answer over the sound of his blood rushing past his ears. His mind was going fuzzy with lust, his hand snaking down under the covers to his throbbing cock.

He hissed as he gripped himself over his sweatpants. There was already a small wet spot on the old fabric where the tip of his cock rested. His thin hips bucked into his hand as you moaned once more, this time accompanied by Peter’s deep groans.

“Jesus, loosen up, you’re squeezing me so tight.” He snarled and Matt’s eyes rolled back into his head. Your whines and mewls were a perfect symphony to his ears, backed up by an orchestra of wet slaps and creaking bed springs. He was barely touching himself, his shame too great to reach into his boxers but his lust so overpowering that he couldn’t stop.

Ecstasy curled in his gut as you reached your peak, his abs flexing in time with your pleasured groans. He was almost there, just one more little push. And as he finally caved, yanking down the hem of his sweatpants, the bedroom door opened.

“I can practically hear your thoughts from here.” Peter said casually. “Let’s go man, I know you want to fuck her and she’s willing to give you a chance but just one. So you might as well make the most of it.” Confused, Matt sat up on the couch, half-believing that he just hallucinated.

“What?”

Peter huffed. “You want to fuck my girl, I want you to fuck my girl, my girl wants you to fuck my girl. What’s so hard to understand about that?” Cautiously, Matt stood and carefully made his way over to the younger hero who just scoffed.

“C’mon I’ve got her all warmed up for you so you can just slide right in.” The smell of your cum overpowered Matt’s senses as he stepped into the bedroom. Your heartbeat pounded in his sensitive ears as you struggled to catch your breath but still you called out to him.

“Matt.” You purred and he decided that that was his new favourite sound. He quickly stripped off his clothes and crawled up between your legs. Immediately, your hands buried themselves in his short hair, yanking him closer so his lips met yours. He cupped your wide hips and squeezed. You moaned into his mouth and Matt suddenly had a new favourite sound.

The bed dipped beside you and you were pulled away. Peter gave you a brief kiss and then turned you back towards your third. “Show him a good time princess, I’ll call out of work for you cause I doubt you’ll be able to even think when we’re done.” Matt felt you smile bashfully against the skin of his throat.

“He isn’t wrong angel, I’m going to destroy you.”

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